Blood of the Drakon, #1
by N.J. Walters
Publication Date: December 5th 2016
Publisher: Entangled: Otherworld
Genres: Adult, Paranormal Romance
An introduction to a new series that will challenge you thought and views of possible otherworldly half-breed being present and what they could do. I love dragon and the such. I believe this was the first time that I heard drakon. I have lots of dragon shifters and various books and this was the first that I could recall with the term and the depth. I may have experienced some of the verbage but that doesn’t matter now. I am talking on this one.
I enjoyed getting to know Darius. He was what should be expected of a drakon/dragon. He was strong alpha, determined, no-nonsense, self-assured, and a straight shooter. I got myself a read that had danger, intrigue, a sexy hot alpha and a likeable heroine, Sarah.
I was captivate by Darius and Sarah and I stayed for the brother and what would come of them. I wanted to know all that I could to keep my tied to this world. I want more of the rest. I am certain to fall in love with them.
Darius Varkas is a drakon. He's neither human nor dragon.
He's also the target of an ancient order who want to capture all drakons for their blood. When fresh, a drakon's blood can cure any illness and prolong a human's life, and the Knights will stop at nothing to get it.
When librarian Sarah Anderson stumbles across a rare book belonging to the Knights of the Dragon, she's quickly thrust into a dangerous world of secrets and shifters and things she never would have believed possible. When the Knights realize Sarah has a secret of her own, she becomes just as much a target as Darius. Her scary dragon shifter just might be her best chance at survival.
“Sarah, it’s vitally important I get that book. I need you to think about the security at work. Cameras, guards, alarms, everything.” He’d need to get schematics of the building and more. But he’d start here, with his best inside source. Of course, if she was working with the Knights, this might be nothing more than an elaborate plot to capture him.
It was a risk he had to take.
“You don’t need to know that,” she began.
Darius caught her face in his hands and cradled her cheeks in his palms. “I do, Sarah, I really do. I’m not worried about my life, but those of people close to me.” That was the most he could give her.
“No, you don’t.”
Disappointment seeped into him, and he released her and straightened to his full height. “How much?”
“What?” She sounded bewildered, but he wasn’t buying it. If she wasn’t willing to give him the information he needed, it was because she wanted something. In his vast experience with humans, that meant money in one form or another. It used to be gold and jewels. Nowadays, it was more likely to be a simple bank transfer.
He put his hands on his hips and simply stared at her, trying not to get lost in her chocolate-brown eyes. They appeared so innocent. “How much for the information?”
She jumped to her feet and glared at him. “You son of a bitch. I’m risking a lot to warn you about the book and everything else.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.” No way could he let her go until he had the information he needed. “The quicker you give it to me, the faster I can pay you. Then you can leave.”
She fisted her hands at her sides. “I ought to let you pay for it.” Then she fumbled with her knapsack and yanked open the zipper. He wondered if she had a weapon of some kind, and cursed himself for not searching her earlier. Not that it would do her much good. Most conventional weapons, at least any that could fit in her bag, wouldn’t do much damage to him. But it would piss him off.
She reached inside the bag and, instead of a weapon, pulled out an old, leather-bound book. She thrust it against his stomach, and he caught it before it dropped to the floor.
“Here’s your damn book. I smuggled it out of work at great personal risk. You’re welcome.” She stepped around him and strode to the elevator. Sarah slapped her palm against the panel, but nothing happened. Only he could make it work.
Darius stared at the book and then back at the very angry woman waiting for an elevator that would never come.
An unusual sensation enveloped him, one he’d rarely felt in the thousands of years he’d been alive. It was shame with a hint of bewilderment.
He might have just made the biggest mistake of his life.
N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.
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