TEARS OF THE DRAGON
by Cara Wylde
A myth twisted through the centuries,
A prophecy that survived history,
A cure no one dared to touch…
She seeks the Golden Fleece…
As a researcher and professor of Mythology and Folklore at Harvard University, Aileen Callas wants to do much more than tell her students some old, barely authentic stories. She wants to prove the myths are real. After all, one of these ancient myths saved her life as a child. A dark prophecy warns against prying. Undeterred, Aileen assembles a team of investigators and sets on a journey in pursuit of the truth.
Cursed to guard an ancient treasure…
Isolated in the mountains, bound to an old, powerful object, Drakon has lost all sense of time and space. He was waiting for something, but he can’t remember what. Or, was it someone? If only he could sleep for an hour, if only he could close his eyes and dream, maybe it would all come back to him: his true name, his mission, his humanity, the memory of her…
Unaware of the danger, Aileen steps into the dragon’s cave.
Lured by her beauty, Drakon can’t decide if he wants to turn her into dinner, or sweep her off her feet.
He wants to eat her (in more ways than one), she wants to save him.
But there are vile men on Aileen’s trail, and all they want is to kill the dragon, steal the Golden Fleece, and get rid of the expert in Greek Mythology.
Tears of the Dragon is a full, standalone novella, with a happily-ever-after, and NO cliffhangers. Intended for readers 18+
Released April 11, 2017
Excerpt (Adult Content):
This was insane! A couple of hours ago, this man had tried to kill her. Burn her alive. Now, his lips were inching closer and closer to her left nipple, and Aileen was allowing him to lick it, tease it, suck it into his mouth. She moaned and arched her back. She couldn’t believe her own reactions to his touches, her own openness to him. The bed of leaves he had prepared for her did little to protect the still sensitive skin on her back from the cold, rough floor of the cave. Somehow, the slight pain could barely register in her heated brain. Drakon was swirling the tip of his tongue around her nipple, over and over, and Aileen found it difficult to focus on anything else but him. She should have been worried about the sacrifice, about the promise she’d just made to him, about her team being attacked in the middle of the night… So many things to worry about, so many problems to solve, yet all she could do was pull at Drakon’s hair, massage his scalp as he played with her nipples, and press his head harder against her breasts. Problems and sacrifices could wait. Right now, all she could focus on was him and the way his eyes sparkled and his pale skin glowed in the dim light of the candles spread all over the floor.
Satisfied with the hardness of both her nipples, Drakon kissed his way down her stomach and belly until he reached her mound. He stopped to enjoy her scent and run his hands over her hips and thighs. Her curves were amazing! Her skin was tanned and soft, and every time he cupped her butt or her breasts, he loved the sensation of having his hands full. He could knead and massage, and Aileen would respond with moans and deep, loud breaths. His cock was so hard that he could barely hold himself back. He wanted to turn her around, on her stomach, lift her hips in the air, and enter her in one swift motion. His body was screaming at him to do it, but he knew he had to take things slowly. Drakon wanted to enjoy every minute of this. He could never know when the bliss of having Aileen would be taken away by fate.
“Please,” she whispered.
Drakon smiled. He knew what she wanted. He had been hovering over her glistening folds for a minute, and she was growing impatient. He licked his lips in anticipation, then closed his eyes and let the tip of his tongue run from her entrance up to her clit. She tasted delicious.
“Oh… oh, yes…”