I know a lot of people have been wondering when the next installment of the Dragon’s Breath Series will come. So sorry for the delay! There has been a lot going on in my personal life that has caused this, but I am working on the next book. As of right now, my goal is to publish it in mid August 2022. I’ll update more soon.
Thank you so much for your patience. I know it’s been a long wait, and I appreciate every reader who has stuck by me. As a small compensation, I’m including a snippet from Captured in Flames (book 5 of the series) here. Keep in mind this is not the edited copy so there may be some minor changes before the book is finalized. Those of you who are in my Facebook fan group have already seen this excerpt, but I wanted my broader audience to have a chance to read it.
Aidan and I continued moving along
and came out from under the bridge, blinking into the bright sunlight. I breathed a sigh of relief. Crossing the border always felt even riskier
than being in pure dragon territory. The
interstate was littered with demolished cars, burn holes, and rotting corpses
to remind everyone—dragons and humans alike—of how dangerous it could be to
anyone who passed through there. No one
used those stretches of highway unless they absolutely had to and only as long
as needed.
Aidan led me a bit farther into
shifter territory until we got behind some buildings where we wouldn’t be
easily seen. It was quiet with only the
wind rustling through the trees nearby to break the silence. Not even the birds chirped. We were still too close to the border to see
any activity except the occasional dragon patrol, but even they weren’t around
at the moment.
“We must get you clean,” he said,
wiggling his nose at my snot-covered garb.
The tight pants and halter top I
wore looked similar to black leather, but the outfit was really camrium. A fire-proof cloth Aidan had designed for me
that had additional sorcerer spells cast on it so it could protect against
blades and bullets. It was much more
flexible than leather, which was important when one needed to move easily and
quickly to fight. More than once, the
warrior garb had saved my life.
I looked to the left and right,
confused. Since the dragon cold had
started spreading, I’d been bathing at our home before he returned at night
from patrols. This problem hadn’t come
up before. “There’s not exactly a
shower around here for me to use, or even a pond for that matter.”
“Stay close as I shift, and the flames will
burn you clean,” he instructed.
“Wow.” I cocked my head. “Why have you not mentioned this nifty trick
before?”
Every night this week, I’d had to
station myself in front of a wash basin and scrub myself for an hour to get all
the snot and spit off of my clothes, hair, and body. Never mind collecting all the water I’d
needed for that. And all along, there’d
been a faster way that would leave me totally sterilized of germs.
“I never had to worry about you
bringing illness to my people until now.”
Oh, right. That would be bad. “Good point.”
He moved closer until we almost
touched and began shifting from human to dragon. The first time I saw him transform I was
terrified, but I’d grown used to the process since then. Flames licked up his body, fanning against
me, and I could just make out a shadowy figure as it stretched and grew into
beast form. After a minute, the fire
subsided and his red dragon form appeared.
It was still a bit frightening to see him this way, but I’d learned to
love the man and the beast.
I dropped my gaze to inspect myself and found not a speck of snot on me. That was one impressive sterilization process. I smiled at him and wagged a finger. “I won’t forget you can do this.”
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Two more excerpts from the novel have been shared in my Facebook fan group that you can read if you join. If you just want to make sure you don’t miss when Captured in Flames is out though, make sure you sign up for my book release alerts. I’ll also post the first couple of chapters here shortly before publishing the novel.
