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.
Sometimes we don't take time for ourselves. But we need to.
Amaya is trapped, hurt, and without friends. Cullen forces her to rest.
Book Excerpt
Curse of the Midnight Dragon
“Be calm.” The prince pressed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back onto the lumpy mattress. “Sleep.” His voice seemed to echo inside my head. No, not in my head, but through my entire body. Sleep. That one word made me feel as if a heavy weight had been pressed on top of me, and the only escape from it was to close my eyes and…start…to…drift…
“What color dragon is she?” I heard the prince ask as I sailed toward a place where I felt like I might float. It sounded as if he were suddenly speaking from the end of a very long tunnel.
“Black,” the man answered. He, too, sounded as if he’d left the room and were miles away. But that didn’t make sense, if he were miles from here, I wouldn’t be able to hear him.
“Black? As in the color of the sky at midnight? That’s…not…poss—er—that’s interesting.”
“You might not know this, living so far away from the plateau. But like dogs and horses, dragons come in different colors.”
What a fool, but I already knew that about the man. Our colors were part of who we were, a part of what formed our powers. And I was the first midnight dragon to hatch in our lands since the Vampiric Wars.
“She could be purple with pink polka dots for all I care. What I need is your help to make my dragon into a ridable weapon.”
I’m not his dragon.
“Yes,” the prince said, his voice lulling me back to that calm floaty place he’d initially sent me to. “I can see how you’d want to make her that. Now, sleep, my unique Amaya. When you wake, you’ll be healthy enough to show me those pretty scales of yours. I bet they sparkle like stars in the moonlight.”
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