In the exciting conclusion of the Moonlight Dragon Duology, the mystical realms of vampires and dragons collide in an epic tale of betrayal, loyalty, and destiny.
A Princess Betrayed
Celestina, the last moonlight dragon shifter, is searching for a way to escape the slave collar that has tied her to the Beast of Fein, a fierce vampire crown prince who is plotting to use her as a weapon for his country. As the delicate threads of trust unravel, she faces a heart-wrenching choice between the vampire family she knows and the dragon clan of her birth who see her as their one chance to emerge from the shadows of myth.
A Force of Destruction
Amaya, a fierce midnight dragon shifter, battles with her own demons as she seeks the legendary moonlight dragon to prove her worth to her clan. Captured by a vampire prince who weaves a dangerous web of influence, she must battle her desires and stay true to her dragon heritage.
Together the Two Dragons Will Save the World...or Destroy It.
As their fates intertwine, Celestina and Amaya must confront their destinies as saviors or destroyers of their world. With power and peril at every turn, "Curse of the Midnight Dragon" is a riveting fantasy adventure that will captivate readers with its intricate blend of magic, love, and the timeless struggle between light and darkness.
Dorothy McFalls resides in an artsy beach community in South Carolina with her sexy sculptor husband and their papillon pup (Iona), crazy rescue collie (Rosie), and mischievous kitten (Suki). An environmental urban planner by profession and wildlife biologist by education, she gave up her day job to devote her time to writing in 2001. She writes romantic adventure fiction, Regency romances, and short stories.
“Please,” he said as he sat on a large boulder. He pulled off a hunk of dried bread from the loaf he kept wrapped in a cloth. After taking a bite of the bread, he motioned to the space on the boulder next to him. “Sit. Eat. I don’t wish you harm.”
I glanced over at the carriage driver, who was taking his late afternoon meal with the horses. My captor usually ate with the driver.
“I wish you harm,” I snarled, letting my lip curl.
“I imagine you do.” He pointed to the chain and shackles on my ankles. “Hence the need for those. I wish to look at the wound on your side before we resume our travel.”
I wrapped the cloak tighter around my body and glared at him. “You will not touch me.”
He sighed. “I need to assess its condition. You’ve been moving as if it pains you. I’ve been told that dragons have incredible healing abilities, but I’m worried that being cut off from your magic has blocked your ability to heal. If it’s festering, I have a salve that—”
“You will not touch me,” I said, my voice firmer.
“If a wound like that becomes infected, you could die,” he warned. “I don’t wish for you to die, dragon.”
That’s what he called me—dragon.
He’d never asked if I had a name. Not that I would have given it to him. He treated me with the same care his driver gave to the horses. I was nothing more than an animal to him. A clever animal, one who could speak, but an animal, nonetheless.
I dropped the bread he’d handed me to the hardpacked ground and turned away from him. “Then I shall die.”
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