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Dec 8 2014 2:00pm

H&H Quickies #6: Alexandra Ivy Presents “A Tease of Dragons”

Alexandra Ivy

Blood Assassin by Alexandra Ivy

Today we are so excited to bring you an exclusive Quickie scene from Alexandra Ivy, whose brand new book—Blood Assassin—comes out later this month.

Last month, we asked you to offer suggestions (“prompts”) as inspiration for a short original scene, and you blew us away with a ton of great prompts.

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Alexandra is here today to let you know what prompts she picked. Thanks again to everyone who left a suggestion, because there were so many fantastic options:

Thanks to shyhyatt for her suggestion of a green eyed dragon and Jennifer Proffitt for an injury being patched up—preferably the hero, with his shirt off...

This is Roth and Lily’s story

And now, here's the special scene based on your prompts...

It’d been one of THOSE days for Lily Moore.

The kind that started with scalding her tongue on her morning coffee, followed by a line of sick people wrapped around the block when she opened the doors to her free health clinic in downtown Denver, and then getting stuck in the freak snowstorm that blocked the long, desolate lane to her house.  Once she reached the pretty cottage that had once belonged to her mother, she’d nurtured high hopes of crawling into bed with a humongous cup of hot chocolate and her Kindle. 

Not the most exciting way to spend a Saturday night for most women, but it sounded like paradise for Lily as she negotiated the last snow drift and at last entered the back porch.  Swiftly shedding her thick coat and boots, she tugged off her knit cap to release the long, blond curls that spilled down her back, framing her narrow face that was dominated by a pair of eyes so light they looked silver flecked with gray.  Unfortunately, her shit day wasn’t over.

Passing through the kitchen, she was distracted by realization that the cottage was smothering hot.  Strange considering it had to be twenty below outside.  If it wasn’t ridiculous, she might have thought a dragon was...

Her thoughts fractured as she entered the living room to discover a gorgeous male stretched on her couch.

Roth.

The powerful dragon had chosen his human form.  Long, raven black hair.  Chiseled features.  Copper skin.  And icy green eyes that could smolder with emerald fire.   Currently dressed in a white dress shirt and a pair of black silk pants he looked like a sophisticated man of the world. 

Lily, however, knew better.  He was a savage predator who could kill without mercy.

Coming to a sharp halt, she pressed a hand to her heart.  She hadn’t seen Roth for the past three years.  Not since she’d left her father’s homeland to return to live in the mortal world.  Now she felt that familiar tangle of sadness, regret, and acute longing. 

“Roth,” she breathed, her feet unconsciously carrying her to stand next to the couch, as if Roth possessed a force field that sucked her in.  “What are you doing here?”

His voice was a low growl that was thickly accented.  Roth was a warrior.  A male who’d been chosen by her father, the king of dragons, to become a member of his elite guard.  Which meant he spent little time in the human world.

“Is that anyway to speak with your mate?” he demanded.

Lily shivered, pain slicing through her heart.  Mate.  At one time nothing had made her happier than to know she belonged to this breathtakingly spectacular male. 

“Don’t call me that”.

He cocked a dark brow.  “Why not?  It’s the truth.” 

She clenched her hands, trembling with the desire to cross the short distance and throw herself in his arms.  She’d spent every night since leaving this male dreaming of the feel of his heat surrounding her as they slept entwined on his bed.  Of how he would awaken her in the morning with fiery kisses that moved down her body...

She gave a sharp shake of her head.  “You know I’ve decided to accept my mother’s blood and live as a human,” she said in husky tones.

“That doesn’t make me any less your mate.”

Stark.  Unyielding. 

“Of course it does.  You’re free to choose another,” she forced herself to say even as each word felt as if it was ripping out her heart.

The emerald eyes seared over her, starting at the top of her pale hair and easing down her slender body to the tips of her bare toes.  A blast of heat filled the air, wrapping around her with the intoxicating scent of raw male power.  Slowly he reached to push up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing the shimmering gold band that circled his forearm. 

“And yet I still carry your claim on me.”

She choked back a sob, remembering the day she’d placed the band on his arm. 

“Roth.”  Without thought she reached out to light touch the  golden cuff, feeling the tingle of magic race through her.  “You shouldn’t have come here.”

Without warning he’d captured her fingers in a tight grip, blue flames crawling up her arm.  Her heart skipped a beat.  If she’d been fully human those flames would have burned her to a crisp.  But she had royal dragon blood running through her veins and the fire was a source of intense pleasure.

“Are you happy?” he demanded.

“What?”

“Are you happy with your decision to leave our homeland?”

She licked her lips, carefully selecting her words.  He would sense a lie.  “I have my clinic and this cottage.  It’s...peaceful.”

His thumb stroked over her knuckles.  More heat.  More pleasure.

“And have you found a new love?”

She flinched as if she’d been hit.  “No.”  He smiled with smug approval at her vehement denial.  He’d already read her horrified expression at the mere thought of giving her heart to another.  She shook her head.  “You haven’t told me why you’re here.”

His smile faded.  “I need you.”

The quiet simplicity of his words struck her where she was the most vulnerable.  “No,” she instinctively denied.  “You’ve never needed me.” 

“You think I would have mated you if I didn’t need you?”

She hunched her shoulder.  “You wanted me in your bed.”

More flames licked over her, making her shudder with sharp-edged hunger.  It’d been so long.  Too long.

“I didn’t need to mate you to lure you to my bed,” he murmured.

It was true.  She’d been fascinated by Roth from the second she’d seen him soaring over her father’s palace, his coppery body and emerald wings stirring something hot and fiercely possessive deep inside her.

“Roth.”  She tugged her fingers, trying to loosen his grip.  “Please, don’t.”

“You never explained why you left.”

“I did.  You just didn’t listen.”

“Then tell me again.”

“I’m healer, not a warrior,” she said, grimacing at the memory of the gruesome bloodshed and war that enveloped the dragon homeland.  Her mother had used her gentle nature and skill with medicine to be an asset to her father’s court.  Lily, however, had found the raging battles unnerving.  “I can’t survive with the constant violence.”

His grip tightened on her fingers, urging her closer.  “That’s not the only reason, is it?”

She swayed forward, becoming trapped in the hypnotic emerald gaze.  “What does it matter?”

“Tell me why, Lily,” he urged.

“I’m your weak-link,” she husked.

He stilled.  “What does that mean?”

“I overheard your enemies plotting,” she confessed, her expression unbearably sad.  “I’m half-human.  They knew that you would do anything to protect me, even put your own life in danger.  They intended to use me against you.” 

“It no longer matters.”  He lifted her fingers to his lips.  “When I said I needed you, I meant it quite literally.”

He lowered his magical shields and for the first time she caught the unmistakable smell of blood.  With a low cry, she was reaching to rip open his shirt, exposing the deep wounds that marred the smooth skin of his chest.

“Oh my god, Roth.”  She pressed her hands over his wounds, allowing her magical ability to heal flow into his body.  “What happened?”

He smiled, his brutally beautiful face oddly content considering he’d clearly been mauled.  “There was a cost to leaving the guards.”

Leaving the guards.  She blinked in confusion.  Being one of her father’s guards was the highest honor a dragon could hope to achieve.  No dragon ever left. 

“You...left?”  She gave a confused shake of her head.  “Why?”

“For you,” he said, his hands reaching to cup her face.  “You said you’re my weak link, that’s not true.  You’re my heart.  My strength.   My reason for existing.”

 

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Copyright © 2014 by Debbie Raleigh.
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Alexandra Ivy graduated from Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she preferred to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage. She currently lives in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient husband and teenage sons. To stay updated on Alexandra’s Guardian and Sentinel series or to chat with other readers, please visit her website at www.alexandraivy.com.

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3 comments
Sofia T.
2. Sofia T.
Is this a new book or something because I really want to read more??? (I mean Roth and Lily’s story not Blood Assassin)
Sofia T.
3. docwhaley
I love the short...would love to read this in a full book!
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