I just wanted to let everyone know I’m working hard to finish edits on Christmas with Dragons and expect to have it out by the end of the weekend (the 18th). In the meantime, I wanted to go ahead and post the first chapter for you all to get started.
Hope you enjoy and that everyone is having a wonderful holiday season!
I inched my way out of the bed, trying not to disturb the sleeping dragon lying next to me. Even in his human form, he took up a lot of space with his legs sprawled across the mattress. It made it that much more difficult to get around him, though I had to admit the sight of his toned, muscular body tempted me to stay. Who knew a fire-breathing dragon could turn into a sexy man with olive skin, spiky black hair, and high cheekbones that gave his features a chiseled edge? I might be genetically programmed to kill both shifter and pure dragons, but Aidan had somehow found a way around that problem and into my heart.
I touched my toes to the cool wood floor and expelled a light breath. Almost there.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Aidan snaked his arm around my waist, dragging me back across the bed.
“Nooo,” I protested. “I’ve got things to do. It’s bad enough you made me sleep past noon!”
He’d gotten me to the point where I kept dragon hours, which meant I didn’t go to bed until almost dawn. It was putting a cramp in my slaying activities since I liked to catch the beasts while they slept in their dens. Aidan should have appreciated my strategy, considering I was killing his clan’s enemies, but our relationship was still new and he didn’t like letting me out of his sight very often. At least, not since we started living together a couple of weeks ago.
“More important than me?” He nuzzled my neck.
The spicy scent wafting from his hot skin was familiar and comforting, weakening my resolve. I turned my head to find him staring at me with intense, yellow eyes. “I’ve got to meet Trish in a little over an hour to go Christmas shopping.”
“Christmas shopping?” He lifted a brow.
“Well, yeah.” I paused to search for the right words, considering we’d actually be looting stuff out of stores that hadn’t been open since the dragon apocalypse seven months ago. Food, medicine, and products people used on a daily basis were mostly gone, but plenty of other stuff was still out there. Norman—a suburb of Oklahoma City—was down to maybe forty percent of the population it once had, and among those left, people generally only took what they needed. Traveling to get stuff and transporting it all home was too dangerous to grab many luxury items, especially since we didn’t have trash service anymore to get rid of the old stuff. “It’s more like searching for gifts.”
He nodded. “I have heard of this holiday called Christmas. The humans at the fortress celebrate it each year after Dragomas, and our merchants enjoy great profits from both occasions.”
“What is Dragomas exactly?” I asked. I’d heard him mention it to his sister recently when she came by our house—or lair as Aidan referred to it—but I hadn’t had a chance to ask more since I was on my way out at the time. Continue reading