Adventure, Intrigue & Epic Romance. #PNR

It’s official! Dagr, the next book in my Forged in Fire series, is now available. For those who read Viking Ancestors: Rise of the Dragon and remember Dagr and Thorulf as children, you shouldn’t be surprised to find them as competitive as ever now that they’re adults. So competitive that they’ve found themselves in one heck of a love triangle! 

 

Fated mates caught in a wicked love triangle... 

Maya always knew she was meant to travel through time to help humanity in some unknown way. She would never have guessed it was to keep them safe from warring gods. Nor that she would straddle two worlds, caught between life and death, her only hope a Viking from the distant past she craves but can't have. A dragon prince with too dark a lineage. 

Determined to make Maya his, Dagr Sigdir heads to the twenty-first century only to discover she's half immersed in Helheim, the Norse Underworld. Son to its ruler and certain he's her fated mate, Dagr's the only one who can free her from its dark hold. Or so he thinks until someone far more challenging than mere death stands in his way. His closest friend and brother-in-arms, Thorulf. 

Will Dagr step aside if Thorulf and Maya are destined to be together? Or will he fight to claim his mate and risk his people's safety? After all, if Maya doesn't end up with the dragon meant for her, they won't harness the power needed to battle the deities. Find out as Dagr, Maya and Thorulf embark on a super-steamy mystical adventure for the ages. 

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Teaser

 

“He’s coming.” Maya narrowed her eyes on the stormy ocean, feeling both Dagr and Thorulf drawing closer. “They’re coming.”

“Stay back.” Aunt Elsie entered one of her psychic trances, and her eyes changed. She blocked their path before they headed onto the deck. “They’re not all that comes.”

She was right. A crow landed on the railing outside and looked directly at them. Chills ran down Maya’s spine. Typically, animals flocked to her, but this was different. The crow represented something sinister.

Something coming for her and her sisters.

Confirming her suspicions, all hell broke loose seconds later.

Thunder cracked again. Lightning struck the ocean at the end of the dock. Fire roared and swallowed the room whole without causing any harm. Then boom, it sounded like a bomb went off before the harmless flames retreated back to the hearth, leaving the room just as it had been.

Well, almost as it had been.

“Oh, my God,” Trinity exclaimed when two huge Viking warriors with black fur cloaks appeared out of thin air and ordered them to stay back. Blades at the ready, they rushed onto the deck only for the crow to release a banshee-like scream and vanish.

Maya’s vibration might have been on the road to improvement, thanks to Trinity, but it plummeted in a flash. Was it because of the men or the crow, though? Because that bird had been unnatural. 

Too queasy to be frightened, she sank onto the couch. She hated this. Loathed feeling so controlled by her fluctuating vibrations. Being so blasted unstable.

Especially in front of strangers.

“Are you okay?” Trinity sat and put an arm around her shoulders. Caught between awe at the Vikings and concern for her sister, Trinity's worried gaze flickered from the men to Maya. “Why don’t you lie down again?”

“No, I’m okay.” Completely out of character, she shrugged off her sister’s comforting touch and squeezed her eyes shut. “I just need a second to find my balance.”

“Sigdirs,” Aunt Elsie barked out the door, her voice different. “Get inside. Let Thor deal with her.”

Thor? But of course, Thor. Who else controlled thunder and lightning? Who else considering the war between the Norse and Celtic gods? While they hadn’t seen direct evidence of it here, the weather had been more and more unstable. Like climate change on fast forward.

“Now,” Aunt Elsie roared. “You are not strong enough to deal with her yet, cousins.”

Cousins? Who was possessing her aunt? How dare they?

“Get out of my Aunt Elsie,” Maya growled, barely recognizing her own voice. Her eyes snapped open. Red hazed her vision, making her more nauseous still, but there was no stopping it. Her inner dragon roared up. Her fury became unrecognizable. The strength that filled her dark and protective. So protective that she couldn’t differentiate between her aunt and what possessed her. Only that it didn't belong.

So she attacked…only to slam into a hard wall of muscle.

“Stop, Maya.” Strong hands clamped around her upper arms. “She’s temporarily possessed by my kin. No harm will come to her.”

Crippling, foreign arousal shot through her, followed by more rage. She didn’t need to look into his face to know who stopped her. His essence was all-too-familiar.

“Let me go, Dagr.” She looked anywhere but at him, refusing to gaze into his dragon eyes again. Refusing to get sucked further into the darkness. She tried to pull away, yet he held fast. “Let me go, or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” he taunted when she trailed off. His voice was as deep as Thorulf’s, and his scent masculine. Like spruce mixed with spice. Delicious and tempting.

Way too much.    

Had she detected amusement? Did he think this a joke? Her a joke? Unfortunately, she couldn’t lash out if she wanted to because her anger only made her weaker.

He only made her weaker.

“Let her go, cousin,” Thorulf warned while Trinity held, of all things, a taser at the ready.

Rather than look at Dagr, Maya's gaze went to the safety of Thorulf. While she’d expected him to be attractive, he was better looking than anticipated with black hair and dark, sensual eyes. Jade had said Destiny’s mate Leviathan was ‘hot as hell,’ yet Maya had trouble believing it would be true of the rest of them. Not when they weren't just dragon but Viking. Which meant their vibrational level had to be low by default, their personalities prone to negativity. 

“Do you think us that bad then?” Dagr murmured, back in her mind uninvited once again.

“Stay out of my head.” She yanked free only to make the awful mistake of looking at him. Of seeing his human half. Incredible blue eyes and chiseled features that belonged nowhere near a man of his vibrational level. Features doomed to morph.

Even with men who looked as good as Dagr and Thorulf.

It was inevitable. Males of her species simply didn’t appeal to her and would eventually change how she saw them physically. Dagr’s sun-streaked dark hair would dull. His dimples would fade. The twinkle in his devilish eyes would turn shallow. His tall, broad-shouldered build would become overbearing. Too much where now it was powerful and appealing.

“That’s enough.” Back to herself again, Aunt Elsie shot the men a warning look. “You two need to give Maya space. Now.” Her eyes narrowed on Dagr, pegging him as the one who dragged Maya down the most. “Especially you.” Despite being half their size, she shooed them away from Maya like a mother hen and lobbed questions at them. “Who was just in my mind? What were they talking about? Who was that crow?”

“You were in contact with Destiny before we arrived, yes?” Dagr asked instead of answering. “So you know our main enemy is Mórrígan, the Celtic Goddess of War, Fate, and Sexuality?”

Though he spoke to Aunt Elsie, Dagr’s steady, near predatory gaze never left Maya. Thankfully, the more distance her aunt put between them, the better she felt. Her inner dragon fell back, and her nausea and weakness lessened. The storm outside, however, only seemed to intensify. Rain fell in heavy sheets. Lightning zigzagged in angry steaks across the sky. Thunder crashed so hard it shook the house.

“We should not remain here long,” Thorulf warned Dagr before Aunt Elsie could respond. His dark gaze swept over the horizon. “Mórrígan follows the dagger and puts those here in harm’s way.”

“That dagger.” Aunt Elsie’s gaze homed in on an ancient-looking blade sheathed at Dagr’s waist. “The same blade that appeared on our hearth and swept Destiny back in time.”

The same dagger that would forge fated dragons in fire, dooming them to be together life after life, for all eternity. The thought of it sickened her. Not so much the romantic angle. That was sweet enough. If it were with a human, not a dragon, that is. Why would she ever want to be reborn a dragon time and time again, never mind end up with one over and over? It sounded like an endless prison sentence.

“You must have gotten along well with Destiny,” Dagr remarked, clearly not caring she didn’t want him in her mind. “She disliked what she was at one time too.”

Maya felt both nausea and that same irritating burn under her skin at the sound of his internal voice. Like disgust and desire rolled into one.

 

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