Dragon Daddy sneak peek!

Looooook! I was feeling a bit down and chaotic at the same time today so I thought fuck it, let’s share some dopamine!

I’ve done a pre-order for this baby so that y’all can stop messaging me about it (I love you) and now you can relax because you can see it’s on it’s way. I’m currently doing my final proof read and making it all sexy for its release. I was a bit ADHD manic when I wrote it so it’s a lot of fun, kind of chaotic, and the bantz are top notch. SO MUCH DRAGON NONSENSE. Ahem. I love them. You can tell.

Here is a blurb!

Taranis, the powerful King of Storms, bears the weight of restoring the fragile balance of magic between worlds. It’s a shame his inner dragon has other priorities.

With his dragon knights at his side, Taranis is determined to defeat the Fomorian mage and shatter his remaining spells. The last thing he expects is to encounter Quinn, a captivating human whose melodic voice reveals secrets she shouldn’t even know.

Quinn thought her new job singing at Ritual was going to the perfect gig, right until she’s attacked by crazy mages and then kidnapped by a hot Fae King with a bad attitude. To make matters more confusing, she’s been dreaming of him and his dragons her entire life and has no idea why.

There’s something about Quinn that’s drives Taranis’s inner beast crazy. The fact her dream magic is fixated on their enemies is only the beginning of his worries. The Fomorian mage wants to claim her as his mate, and Taranis isn’t inclined to give up Quinn now that he has her. Dragons don’t share their treasure, and Taranis will learn just how far he’ll go in order to keep her safe and make her his own. 

‘Roar of the Storm King’ is book three in a new fated mate’s trilogy, based in the same world as the best-selling ‘Fae Universe’ series. It’s perfect for fans of K F Breene and C N Crawford or anyone who loves Fae Romance with plenty of magic, myth, and spice. Please note it contains swearing, sex scenes and graphic violence.

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Oh yes. You are in for a TREAT.

Just because I love you, here is a chapter.

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Prologue

Long ago, dragons lived wild and free in the lands of Albion. When they began to be hunted for their magic and to be tamed to become beasts of battle, most fled into Faerie to the silver cloud plains of Mag Argatnél. The Storm King not only welcomed them; he protected them from all who would try to abuse them.

Taranis was not just a dragon shifter like some of them were. He was a caretaker of magic, and he made sure that it wasn’t used to hurt or harm.

When the fae fought the Fomorians, it was Taranis’s fire and lightning that drove them out of their lands.

He lost many on that day, and some whispered that the king was never the same after that. They never dared say it above a whisper because Taranis’s temper was slow to build, but once it was burning, nothing could quench it.

It was his temper that Taranis was currently finding the hardest to control. Twice now the Fomorian mage had slipped through his fingers—an unfathomable feat—and he was baying for blood.

It didn’t matter that he needed to fulfil his part of the prophecy by destroying the three Fomorian altars remaining and restore the sky portals into Faerie.

Taranis believed in working smart, not hard. He wasn’t searching for any altars; he was searching for the mage. As soon as the mage was dead, all of his magic would die with him.

Despite summoning his knights to help him, Taranis could find no sign of his enemy and was starting to think he never would.

He had taught him well after all.

Chapter One

The music at Ritual was pumping loud enough to drown out the critical voices in Taranis’s head. He had brought Vidar, Emyr, and Avallach with him because they all needed to blow off some steam. It had been three weeks since they had arrived back into the human world, and they still hadn’t found any sign of the Fomorian mage.

Taranis had forgotten how overprotective his knights could be, and when he declared he was going to spend a few days in Oslo, they had assigned three guards to go with him. Owain would stay with Lena in case she needed an escort to check any sightings of the Fomorian or its creatures.

Von, the club owner and honorary member of their clan, was delighted when Taranis had arrived. He’d been even more delighted with the three dragons he’d brought with him.

“Are you comfortable? This is the area I usually reserve for Bayn and the others when they decide to come for a visit,” Von said, coming to see them in their private sitting area that overlooked the club’s dance floor and had a great view of the stage.

“This is great. It is good to see you again, Von. We needed the night off.” Taranis smiled at the lanky Viking, who was dressed in leather pants with a waistcoat and no shirt. His long golden hair was out and shining all the way to his ass. An ass that all his knights checked out. Von checked them all back.

“Wow, they really make you all big and strong in Faerie, don’t they?” he said appreciatively. He wasn’t a small human, but the knights made him look almost delicate. He flashed Emyr a grin. “My dear, you are like Freja, the goddess of war made flesh and just as beautiful.”

Emyr had strong arms and shoulders from wielding a sword, and even with her dark blonde hair out and dressed in human clothes, there was no hiding that she was a warrior.

“Sweet man, my thighs would crush your head with one squeeze,” she purred back, flashing her slightly elongated canines.

Most males didn’t know how to take Emyr’s threatening way of flirting, but Von only laughed. “And I would thank you for the honor, my lady. I only ask that you throw me over your shoulder when you decide to carry me off to have your wicked way with me.”

“Deal,” she replied and clinked her glass of vodka against his.

Taranis shook his head at their nonsense, but he enjoyed it all the same. They had come out to have fun after all, and if Von wanted Emyr to make a man out of him, who was he to argue?

Taranis watched the crowd dancing and drinking beneath him, and his mind turned back to the problem of magic and the worlds.

Mananan and Oberon had restored the sea and the land and were carefully tending to the new creatures they had revived. It was working well, proving that Chrissy’s prophecy was right. Not that Taranis had any doubts about that.

Both of his brothers’ new mates were powerful in their seer magics, and he hoped with a little training, they would be more so. It was so strange to see both of his brothers being led about by their delightful human women.

Taranis was happy for them, but he wondered how pretty the purses were that their balls were now kept in. Neither one seemed to care that they had turned into utter mooncalves.

“You’ve visited on a good night, Taran. I have a new singer debuting for me. I know how you fae love music. She’s got something otherworldly about her. Voice like a fallen angel and a delightfully filthy sense of humor to match,” Von said, staring down at the stage, his drink dangling from one hand. Somehow, he was already sitting comfortably on Emyr’s lap.

“You have a good ear for music, Von. I’m sure we will love her,” Taranis replied, making the club owner blush.

“Well, I only want the best and the unusual gracing my stage, and Quinn fits the bill. You’ll like her.” Von waggled his brows at him. “She has a thing for dragons. Oh, look here she is.”

The club’s lights darkened, and howls and claps echoed in the dark.

“I like that some humans remember to be feral. They seem far too docile these days,” Vidar commented from his right. His orange eyes were gleaming in the low light as he looked down at the crowd.

“Maybe they only need to be reminded of their wild side,” Avallach replied, a wicked grin stretching on his face. He looked at humans the same way he looked at sheep he wanted to terrorize.

A spotlight went on and landed on a woman walking across the stage. She had hair the color of red wine, with one side in small braids—a strange mirror of Taranis’s own. Her curvy body was incased in tight leather pants and a flowing silk shirt the same hue as her hair. She was stunning.

“Mine,” Taranis said at the same time his other two knights called dibs. They all looked at Taranis, surprised. He usually didn’t get involved in their games. There was something about the woman that drew his focus and held it.

“Good evening, Oslo!” she said, her voice deeper than Taranis expected. Her dark eyes were lined with kohl, her blood red lips smiling at the crowd. “This is my first night singing here at Ritual, so be nice, okay? I might have had some liquid courage already, so let’s start with something we all know. I hope you enjoy my version of Tainted Love.”

The crowd cheered, and the band began to play. Beside him, Von’s smile widened. “I’m so glad she’s starting with this song. It’s one of my favorites, and she slays it. Hey, I’ve just realized you guys are dressed in the same colors. That’s weird.”

Taranis wasn’t listening to him. He was transfixed by the girl. Her voice was so familiar, like he had heard it before. He seemed to know everything about her, down to the way she moved in time with the music and tapped her booted feet. His dragon had stirred awake and was alert behind his ruby eyes. The girl had its attention too.

Quinn, not girl. The name echoed inside of him and hooked in.

Quinn began to sing, and her sweet husky voice washed over the club. Von had been right; it was otherworldly. His dragon knights were staring as transfixed as Taranis was.

He couldn’t look away for the whole time Quinn was on stage. He didn’t applaud when she finished each song, even though the crowd was going crazy.

“Okay, you have all been lovely, so you can indulge me with something, yeah? No music to this one. It’s something I got stuck in my head in the last week, so I’m going to do it a cappella for you,” Quinn said, and the lights grew dimmer and more intimate. The crowd hushed, sensing they were about to witness something new and unique.

Quinn closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and shattered Taranis’s world.

“What the fuck?” Avallach growled.

“It can’t be,” Emyr echoed.

“It is,” Vidar argued.

“What is it?” Von demanded.

Taranis hadn’t heard the lullaby sung out loud in so long that he thought he was hallucinating. He would hum it sometimes when he couldn’t sleep. It was sung to young dragons to teach them the secrets of their lands in a way that they would remember.

“She’s singing a traditional dragon song,” Emyr told Von. “Her pronunciation is a little off, but the tune is right. I don’t know where she could have learned such a thing.”

Taranis’s whole body was locked down so he wouldn’t fly off the balcony and pounce on the human singer who was audacious enough to sing their secrets. He was going to kill her.

“I need to meet with this girl,” he said, his hands balled into tight fists.

“Yah, okay. I’ll arrange it for after her set,” Von said, looking nervous. “You’re not going to hurt her, are you?”

Taranis bared his teeth. “All depends on the answers she gives me.”

There was only one other being in the human world who would know the songs of Mag Argatnél and that was the Fomorian mage. If this girl was in league with him, Taranis would find out. He would get answers out of her by any means necessary.

Inside of him, his dragon purred in agreement, and they began to hunt.

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Taranis and Quinn are a MOOD in this. Prepare your loins.

Here is a link if you want to pre-order.

As always it will be in KU.

Hope this has cheered you up!

Alessa x