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This year I've participated in #WIP500, five hundred words a day on any WIP, and my Muse has been completely enamored of The Order of the Dragon, a paranormal romance between a vampire and a dragon. Drake MacGregor is the Historian at the Library in Three Lakes, MI, and he's been rather distracted by the local doctor, Aliandra Cantora del Viento. So distracted, he hasn't fed in two days and he's shaky and weak. He falls and breaks his leg, but he blames Aliandra for his weakness and she's the last person he wants to see. Unfortunately, she's the one on call. ;)
“Trying some extra acrobatics, Mr. MacGregor?” Dr. Cantora asked as she crouched beside him.
Her sultry voice hardened him even more and he could barely grunt in acknowledgement of her remark, losing his manners completely. Her spicy scent flooded over him and his canines elongated in his mouth, itching to sink into her delicious flesh.
“May I push your pants up to examine your leg?”She could push his pants all the way off and he’d cheer her on, or at least his cock would. But Drake tightened his lips over his fangs and nodded stiffly.
Doesn't he know he shouldn't bite a dragon? Thanks for stopping by and have a great week. See you next Sunday. Happy reading! :)