I know a lot of people have been wondering when the next installment of the Dragon’s Breath Series will come. So sorry for the delay! There has been a lot going on in my personal life that has caused this, but I am working on the next book. As of right now, my goal is to publish it in mid August 2022. I’ll update more soon.
Thank you so much for your patience. I know it’s been a long wait, and I appreciate every reader who has stuck by me. As a small compensation, I’m including a snippet from Captured in Flames (book 5 of the series) here. Keep in mind this is not the edited copy so there may be some minor changes before the book is finalized. Those of you who are in my Facebook fan group have already seen this excerpt, but I wanted my broader audience to have a chance to read it.
Aidan and I continued moving along and came out from under the bridge, blinking into the bright sunlight. I breathed a sigh of relief. Crossing the border always felt even riskier than being in pure dragon territory. The interstate was littered with demolished cars, burn holes, and rotting corpses to remind everyone—dragons and humans alike—of how dangerous it could be to anyone who passed through there. No one used those stretches of highway unless they absolutely had to and only as long as needed.
Aidan led me a bit farther into shifter territory until we got behind some buildings where we wouldn’t be easily seen. It was quiet with only the wind rustling through the trees nearby to break the silence. Not even the birds chirped. We were still too close to the border to see any activity except the occasional dragon patrol, but even they weren’t around at the moment.
“We must get you clean,” he said, wiggling his nose at my snot-covered garb.
The tight pants and halter top I wore looked similar to black leather, but the outfit was really camrium. A fire-proof cloth Aidan had designed for me that had additional sorcerer spells cast on it so it could protect against blades and bullets. It was much more flexible than leather, which was important when one needed to move easily and quickly to fight. More than once, the warrior garb had saved my life.
I looked to the left and right, confused. Since the dragon cold had started spreading, I’d been bathing at our home before he returned at night from patrols. This problem hadn’t come up before. “There’s not exactly a shower around here for me to use, or even a pond for that matter.”
“Stay close as I shift, and the flames will burn you clean,” he instructed.
“Wow.” I cocked my head. “Why have you not mentioned this nifty trick before?”
Every night this week, I’d had to station myself in front of a wash basin and scrub myself for an hour to get all the snot and spit off of my clothes, hair, and body. Never mind collecting all the water I’d needed for that. And all along, there’d been a faster way that would leave me totally sterilized of germs.
“I never had to worry about you bringing illness to my people until now.”
Oh, right. That would be bad. “Good point.”
He moved closer until we almost touched and began shifting from human to dragon. The first time I saw him transform I was terrified, but I’d grown used to the process since then. Flames licked up his body, fanning against me, and I could just make out a shadowy figure as it stretched and grew into beast form. After a minute, the fire subsided and his red dragon form appeared. It was still a bit frightening to see him this way, but I’d learned to love the man and the beast.
I dropped my gaze to inspect myself and found not a speck of snot on me. That was one impressive sterilization process. I smiled at him and wagged a finger. “I won’t forget you can do this.”
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Two more excerpts from the novel have been shared in my Facebook fan group that you can read if you join. If you just want to make sure you don’t miss when Captured in Flames is out though, make sure you sign up for my book release alerts. I’ll also post the first couple of chapters here shortly before publishing the novel.
