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Flashback and Contest: Dragon’s Desire
Saturday, November 2nd, 2013

The winner, chosen by random number generator, is…SR Roddy!

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Sometimes, we writers write what we think others want. Sometimes, we write what we want. DD is the latter. I love fairy tales—the premises of the stories, anyway. I’m usually disappointed in the execution. I want to know how the curse works, what will break it, what it feels like to walk through life with the affliction. And then of course, I can’t help taking my “what if’s” to their sexy conclusions. That’s what Dragon’s Desire is. A big ole game of “What if…?” Hope you enjoy the excerpt!

I’ll post the winner of today’s contest Monday morning!

Post a comment and you’ll be entered to win a free download of this book!


His need becomes a knight’s quest and a virgin’s gift.

An ancient, cursed creature, Drago, Lord of Drakkenberg, dreads the anniversary that marks the moment he must devour a virgin or visit a plague of destruction on the world around him. Once every century, he becomes a dragon…

Only now that his castle has moved to the U.S. in a vain attempt to break the curse, suitably mature virgins are hard to come by. In the midst of his transformation, he sends his loyal knight, Guy D’Alba, in search of a woman during the Renaissance Faire they are hosting.

Guy understands his duty well, but chafes against the curse that binds him in servitude to the dragon.  Until he meets a sweet young reporter who meets his overlord’s requirements—young, blonde and beautiful—and lo and behold, a virgin. But the moment he discovers her fitness, he knows he must relinquish her to Drago or their small mountain community will suffer the dragon’s wrath.

Angela Bowman is smart, young…and a lonely virgin ready to find an adventure. The moment she sees Guy, she falls beneath the spell of his smoldering sensuality. When he asks her to meet Drago, and then produces a blindfold, she finds herself so intrigued she consents.

She’s ready to surrender her innocence—but to which man? The sexy and attentive Guy—or Drago, the mysterious and dominant man she hasn’t yet seen but whose dark aura calls to the woman inside her, yearning to break free?

Ragged wisps of clouds crawled across the face of the full moon, lightening then darkening the barren precipice. Local villagers called it The Dragon’s Atoll. The bürgermeister had given him directions, told him when to begin the climb, warning him the atoll only existed during the full moon before it disappeared for another hundred years.

An hour earlier, the knight had climbed the rocky precipice and now hid behind a stone pillar, sword drawn. He listened to the soft sobs of the girl the villagers had chained to the pillar according to rules handed down for a millennium, or so the elders had said. She was their sacrifice, their gift to the winged demon to pacify its hunger and spare them its wrath.

The knight had silently scoffed at their fear. He didn’t believe in dragons or demons. At least, not mythical beasts. He’d seen enough in his travels to Palestine and back to know evil existed. True evil resided in the hearts of greedy, bloodthirsty men.

Still, the purse filled with gold the villagers offered him to slay the dragon and rid them of their curse convinced him to remain where he was.

“I shall die,” the girl whispered, “savaged by the beast.”

“You will not die,” he whispered, casting her a sideways glance. “’Tis only a tale.”

“You weren’t raised on tales of the horror. Do you think they are only stories told to frighten children?” she said, her voice rising toward the end.

She was a comely thing with golden hair and gentle curves. He’d fought shock and disgust when the old men had cut her clothing from her body to leave her nude. The night was chilly and the sound of her teeth clacking as her body shivered had him reaching for his cloak. If they were bound to wait together, she needn’t freeze.

Come morning, he’d lead her from the mountain and deliver her to her father, the bürgermeister who’d hired him, safe and sound. He stepped around the pillar and bent over to slip the cloak around her.

Instead, she shook her head. “You mustn’t.”

“You are cold.”

“I’ll not be the reason my village suffers.”

He sighed and dropped the cloak, trying not to let his gaze slide down her naked frame but failing. Her nipples were ruched, the tips drawn into tight buds on her round, firm mounds. “How were you so unlucky to be chosen?” he asked quietly, leaning his back against the gray granite rock so he looked out across the atoll rather than at her.

“A lottery of maidens is held. All our names are entered.”

His lips twitched, and he shot her a glance. “And how do the villagers know you are truly virgin?”

A frown drew her pretty brows together. “The midwife examines all the women.”

“If you knew you risked this fate, why did you not lie with a man to render yourself unfit?”

“Because as awful as this fate is, ‘tis worse to cheat the dragon. Every family guards the virtue of their daughters to spare the village a terrible fate.” Her eyelids closed for a moment. When she opened them again, tears threatened to overflow the lower lids. “You shouldn’t be here. My father was wrong to try to end the curse.”

“You would sacrifice yourself willingly?”

“I have a younger brother, cousins, friends.” She shook her head. “I wouldn’t want to see them harmed.”

“What exactly happens when this beast appears?”

She swallowed hard. “He devours the virgin.”

The knight grunted, disbelieving. Why did fairy tale monsters always seek a virgin’s flesh? “It’s likely only feral pigs or wolves you should fear.”

“No wolf or pig would devour a woman whole.”

“How do you know this?”

Her indrawn breath shook. “There is never bone nor blood, hair nor flesh remaining. The creature opens his mouth and swallows his offering in a single gulp.”

Compassion rose and he grasped her cold hand. “I will protect you, whether from dragon or pig. No harm shall come to you.”

“I wish I could believe your vow.” Her eyelids drifted closed.

A sound came from above them. At first, he thought the fluttering must be the wings of a large owl. As the flapping drew closer, his heartbeat slowed and pounded louder, a steady thumping to match the beat of the large wings stirring the air.

“Hide!” she whispered, staring upward, her expression tightening with fear.

Body tensing, he ducked behind the pillar, tightened his grip on his sword, and searched the air above. Again, the clouds masked the moon, sending everything into pitch darkness.

A deep, resonant thud shook the ground as a large shadow settled onto the atoll.

The girl whimpered, and her chains rattled against stone. “No, no.”

The knight sprang from around the rock to stand in front of her, sword raised.

A loud, angry roar pierced the silence, hot breath gusting in the knight’s face. The clouds cleared and moonlight shone on a large elongated head, silvered the scales covering the creature he faced—a dragon indeed—with a wingspan that eclipsed the width of the atoll. Those wings flapped, producing gusts of wind so strong he was pushed back against the girl whose chilled body leaned into his as she sobbed. Sweet Mother Mary, his sword seemed a puny weapon against the great beast.

Another roar rent the air. The knight recovered from his shock and struck out with his sword arm, stabbing toward the creature’s chest. A tree-trunk thick limb batted it away with a clatter, and then another limb, fisted, slammed against his chest, toppling him to the side.

Breath whooshed out with the hard thud, and he landed on his back. Before he could regain his breath and think to roll away, a heavy foot pressed against his belly, holding him to the hard ground. For a moment, fear froze his mind.

With the knight helplessly restrained, the dragon turned his head to the girl. He sniffed the air around her. Its tongue flickered out and licked her breast, her belly, then flickered out again to stroke between her legs before retracting between jaws filled with ragged, gnashing teeth.

Thrashing her head, the girl screamed and flattened herself against the pillar, but to no avail. The creature moved closer and lowered its head.

She shut her eyes, but the dragon nuzzled her cheek. Her eyes opened to peek at the beast then widened. The pair stared for a long moment.

Slowly, her body grew lax, her eyes vacant, and then she whimpered and craned her neck to rub a cheek against the dragon’s head.

If there were dragons, there must also be magic at work because the woman’s expression warmed, her eyelids dreamily drifted downward as her head fell back.

Again, the thick tongue struck out and licked her cheek, her neck, then trailed lower until it disappeared between her legs, which she willingly parted. Her body bowed, shuddering as the tongue pushed upward, disappearing as his large snout burrowed between her legs.

The knight shook his head, grabbed the hard-scaled leg, and tried to shove it away. He’d promised he’d save her. Like other promises he’d made, to children cowering under beds as crusaders pillaged their houses, he was helpless to halt what was happening.

But what was happening? No violence occurred, no rending of flesh, and from the way the woman moaned and undulated, she felt only pleasure.

The woman shuddered then gave a faint cry and slumped against the rock, held upright only by the iron manacles encircling her wrists.

The dragon snorted, retracted his tongue, then leaned away from the woman to gaze down at the knight.

The former Templar who’d rejected the pope’s edicts, who’d decried God for the horrors he’d witnessed and participated in, realized in that moment, he’d been wrong all along. Real devils walked this earth.

If he’d had breath, he’d have prayed for his soul, because he was sure he was about to meet his death.

However, the dragon trembled. The foot clamped to the knight’s belly lifted and fell away. In a slow move, the dragon curled inward and the scales began to fall like shards of glass to shatter into dust on the ground around him.

The knight froze, knowing he could reach for his sword, but curious now to understand what was happening to the creature, because the beast diminished in size. Wings flung upward then melted down into shoulders clothed in skin. The large crenellated head bowed between smooth shoulders, then reshaped.

At last, a man, naked as the woman hanging on the pillar, rested on his hands and knees, gasping for breath. Turning his head slowly, he looked to the knight. “Are you harmed?”

Against a dry throat, the knight swallowed. “I am not.”

The man lurched upward, toward the woman. “We must remove her. Have you something to cover her body?”

“A cloak,” the knight said softly. “You do not mean her harm?”

“I required her virgin blood. But not her death.” He flung out an arm, pointing toward the sword lying on the ground. “You’ve a sword. I am defenseless. Do you mean to kill me?”

“Is that what you wish?” he asked, surprised. The creature could have killed him in his former form, and yet now, seemed defeated.

“If it means that I will never cause another fear, then yes, it is what I wish.”

“The woman showed no fear once you…licked her.”

“She saw me as I am now. Not the beast. It was just a bit of magic to soothe her.”

The knight climbed slowly to his feet and gazed down at the man, fully human so far as he could tell. “Are you man or demon?”

“I am cursed,” the man ground out, lips curving downward in disgust.

The knight, who had weathered horrific battles, felt a pang of recognition for the guilt shining in the other man’s eyes. Something in the tenor of the dragon-man’s voice touched his heart. Instead of bending to retrieve his sword, he reached down his hand—not to slay the dragon, but to help him to his feet.

27 comments to “Flashback and Contest: Dragon’s Desire”

  1. elizabeth ziko
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 8:51 am · Link

    Love Dragons!!

  2. Delilah
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 9:16 am · Link

    Elizabeth! Glad you do! But consider this: they’re cold-natured, have scaly skin and fiery breath. Why is it we love them? If we ascribed those qualities to a man, we’d kick him to the curb.

  3. Gail Siuba
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 9:57 am · Link

    Dragons are the epitome of fantasy for me, and that was before I read shifter novels! 😉
    Dragons can be evil, (think of Smaug in the Lord of the Rings), or they can be hot heroes in numerous romantic novels (hubba-hubba). LOL They’re magical and kick start my imagination.

    Thanks for a chance to win. 😀

  4. Lavonne Page
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 10:15 am · Link

    I am so crazy about dragons. 😆 😆 😆 😆 😆

  5. pam howell
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 10:29 am · Link

    can I have one PLEASE?!
    ok – I’ll take the download & dream!!

  6. Michelle - Snarky Mom
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 10:46 am · Link

    Sounds like a great book… and yes, I’ve often wondered what would happen nowadays (especially in the US!) if there was a circumstance where a virgin was needed to avoid a calamity if there would be an adult one ever found… LOL!

  7. Beth
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 11:13 am · Link

    Have had this one on the wish list. Loved dragons ever since I was a kid. At least when the dragon isn’t evil that is. 🙂

  8. Debbie
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 11:18 am · Link

    I’m haven’t read many dragon shifters but this one is going on my to read list. Thanks

  9. ELF
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 11:33 am · Link

    Sounds like another great story, thanks for the opportunity!

  10. Gemma Juliana
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 12:04 pm · Link

    Fantastic storyline, Delilah! We love dragons in spite of their scales and scorching breath… must be something about that alpha energy they put off! They literally melt our hearts. 😉

  11. Ilona
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 1:50 pm · Link

    I’m as big dragon fan and my late husband was a big collector of them. Loved the excerpt and look forward to reading the book one day.

  12. Wendy Vest
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 3:11 pm · Link

    I love your books, waiting for a new Dark Realm one too!!!

  13. Lisa J
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 3:48 pm · Link

    Love dragons. They’re one of my favorites.

  14. sharon chalk
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 4:11 pm · Link

    wow this looks very intriguiging, on my tbr list right now!!

  15. Aniya
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 4:18 pm · Link

    this book is a must read. I love reading your books

  16. Gayle Latreille
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 5:05 pm · Link

    Yummmm …. hot, steamy dragon, what’s not to love.


  17. Mandy
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 5:36 pm · Link

    More!! More please! Already hooked. Love dragons, can’t fathom why they get such a bad rap. I suppose that being born in the year of the dragon put me in favor of dragons since birth, but you just cannot deny their majesty and power. And for a dragon to shift too? *shudder* even better!

  18. Jennifer Sapa
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 6:14 pm · Link

    love all your stories, Blurb sounds great!

  19. Stephanie F.
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 8:19 pm · Link

    Super sexy excerpt. I am a huge fan of dragon books and after that excerpt I’m definitely going to have to read this one.

  20. elaing8
    · November 2nd, 2013 at 9:56 pm · Link

    Sexy cover 🙂 Thanks for sharing the great excerpt.

  21. Stacy Wilson
    · November 3rd, 2013 at 2:09 am · Link

    One word…WOW! Very much looking forward to this one!

    Stacy Wilson

    dragn_lady @ yahoo dot com

  22. Karen Roma
    · November 3rd, 2013 at 2:37 am · Link

    The excerpt is GREAT, thank you Delilah!!!

    I think we love Dragons because they’re magic and mystical….well that’s my excuse anyway; it has nothing to do with the HOT men they turn into! *winks*

  23. CJ
    · November 3rd, 2013 at 9:52 am · Link

    Very nice excerpt, I really enjoyed what I read.


  24. SR Roddy
    · November 3rd, 2013 at 12:50 pm · Link

    I love anything to do with dragons. Dragon shifters are an obsession I share with my 16 yr old son, of course he doesn’t see the sexy side of it. He just thinks the idea of turning into a mystical creature that breathes fire is cool.

  25. Toni Whitmire
    · November 3rd, 2013 at 2:28 pm · Link

    +I enjoyed the excerpt and can’t wait to read the rest

  26. Teresa Neolle Roberts
    · November 4th, 2013 at 7:51 am · Link

    This sounds excellent, Delilah. I’m intrigued by dragons, and sexy men who shift into dragons are just that much more intriguing!

  27. Delilah
    · November 4th, 2013 at 9:00 am · Link

    The winner, chosen by random number generator, is …SR Roddy! SR, I’ll be in contact shortly to arrange delivery of your prize!

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