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    Tears for Her Dragon: Dragon Guard Series, #16
    Tears for Her Dragon: Dragon Guard Series, #16
    Tears for Her Dragon: Dragon Guard Series, #16
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    Tears for Her Dragon: Dragon Guard Series, #16

    By Julia Mills

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    Can these two souls find peace when the Devil himself is demanding his due?

     

    Escaped from hell on earth, lost and alone, a wail in the night calls to not only his beast but also his heart. Finding this tortured woman is all that matters.

     

    On the run, hiding in plain sight, the icy fingers of doom invade her soul. The pull of the world she fled tears at the fiber of her being.

     

    Lovers from different worlds, fighting a common enemy, thrown together by the Reaper himself, helpless but to do as he bids.

     

    Fate will not be denied, but can She defy death and live to tell the tale?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJulia Mills
    Release dateJul 6, 2024
    ISBN9798224697946
    Tears for Her Dragon: Dragon Guard Series, #16
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      Tears for Her Dragon - Julia Mills

      Tears for Her Dragon

      Copyright © 2016 Julia Mills

      All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

      NOTICE: This is an adult erotic paranormal romance with love scenes and mature situations. It is only intended for adult readers over the age of 18.

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      For all those who never stop believing

      TEARS FOR HER DRAGON

      Can these two souls find peace when the Devil himself is demanding his due?

      Escaped from hell on earth, lost and alone, a wail in the night calls to not only his beast but also his heart. Finding this tortured woman is all that matters.

      On the run, hiding in plain sight, the icy fingers of doom invade her soul. The pull of the world she fled tears at the fiber of her being.

      Lovers from different worlds, fighting a common enemy, thrown together by the Reaper himself, helpless but to do as he bids.

      Fate will not be denied, but can She defy death and live to tell the tale?

      INDEX OF THE ORIGINAL LANGUAGE OF THE DRAGON KIN AND ROMANIAN

      TEARS FOR HER DRAGON

      Gaelic

      Mo chroi’……….My heart

      Mo ghra’……….My love

      Ta’ mo chroi istigh ionat……….My heart is within you

      Mo stór……….My treasure

      Mo maité……….My mate

      Mo Dragon……….My dragon

      An radharc na beatha agus bás……….The Sight of Life and Death

      Mo mBean……….My banshee

      Mar mo orduithe Dragon, mo ghrá……….As my dragon commands, my love

      Codladh sámh……….Sweet dreams

      Romanian

      Arde……….Burn

      Rău..........Evil

      Bunătate..........Goodness

      Blestemul Mortii..........Curse of Death

      Moarte prin foc..........Death by Fire

      Proteja..........Protect

      CONTENTS

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Epilogue

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      1

      He sat on the ridge just behind the small white cottage hidden by the low limbs of the weeping willow tree as the cicadas sang their song with no idea who she was or why she meant so much to him. All the black dragon was sure of was that this was the sixth night in a row he’d been drawn to this spot to watch the raven-haired beauty through the dimly lit windows of her home. The pull was so strong it overrode his need for vengeance, and for the first time he could remember, it filled him with something other than rage.

      The first night, the large German shepherd that never left her side had barked and scratched at the back door until the young woman finally relented and let him out. It was then Kyran heard her voice. It was then his fate was sealed. The melodic tone was mesmerizing. It penetrated the hard wall he’d built around his heart, leaving its imprint indelibly etched upon his soul. Hours later, long after she’d turned out the lights and presumably retired for the evening, the black dragon finally gave up his vigil and walked back to the cave in the woods, longing to instead be resting with her in his arms.

      That night, dreams of her had haunted his every dream. He heard her speak his name, felt her touch his face. The tips of her fingers memorized every nuance of his now tattered visage, weaving a web of desire he never wanted to escape. It had been so real that upon awakening, he was shocked to find himself alone, cold and wishing for the object of his infatuation. So here he was again, sitting in the shadows, hiding like a thief, waiting for just one look.

      Heart racing, hands clenching and unclenching, he saw her shadow through the kitchen window just before the loud click of the lock on the backdoor echoed through the night. Unlike all the other evenings, this time her dog did not run towards him barking with teeth bared. Instead, the large German Shepherd stayed glued to his mistress’ side, giving only a low growl as she looked out into the yard.

      Scooting even farther into the shadows, he whispered to himself while shaking his head, Kin she see me? Tis nae possible.

      Holding his breath, waiting for her ritual from the nights before to resume, Kyran nearly fell face first into the wet grass as she called to him, You might as well come on in. Duke and I know you’re there. He could see the playful grin on her face and actually shocked himself by smiling in return. Then she spoke again and his heart raced. I think it’s time we formally meet, don’t you?

      Tense seconds passed. Torn between running away or continuing to hide, the black dragon finally gave into his soul’s need to near the beautiful creature and stood. The canine she called Duke bared his teeth and snarled at Kyran’s first step forward but the young woman quickly corrected him. No, Duke. He’s our friend.

      Oor friend? She thinks Ah'm her friend??

      Unsure what to make of her words but unable to stop his forward motion, Kyran continued his slow approach, the scent of daffodils and sunshine filling his senses. This woman, the one whose very essence called to something deep within him, was the one he knew could repair his not only his broken soul but his shattered heart, as well. It made no sense. It went against everything he’d become in the last century. To seek help from anyone only led to pain and anguish. But since his first vision of her, the past ceased to matter. She was the glorious sun and he merely the cold dark moon hovering in the magnetism of her presence, thirsting for the warmth and light only she could provide.

      The closer he got, the faster his heart beat, the more his dragon stirred within his mind and the quicker he stepped. He could not remember a time he’d been so excited to see another person. During his imprisonment and torture at the hands of the Hunter’s Alliance for Humanity’s Sake, people equaled torture, which meant pain, which always led to Kyran’s total loss of control. Something he’d been taught was unacceptable from a very young age. With the most powerful banshee to be born in a millennium as a mother and the grandson of a Dragon

      King for a father, the incredible strength of the black dragon’s magic had been no surprise but his ability to control it had been nothing less than miraculous.

      Then came the evil wizards and the hunters who bartered him off to Tariq O’Baoill and his evil twin offspring. From that point forward Kyran’s life had been mere flashes of the memories of an illustrious history as a Guardsman in between endless bouts of pain and torture. He’d held onto his power with an iron fist, kept both his magic and dragon on a tight leash just as he always had, but then came the day he’d been strapped to a table with silver chains, sedated with a horrible concoction that burned through his body while wizards poured black magic into his dragon marking.

      Stopping dead in his tracks, Kyran smacked his hand to chest. The feel of grit and dirt on his skin coated the palm of his hand as he touched the still raised glyphs that had come later during his stay at the O’Baoill’s Hotel Hell. Looking down at his legs, his stolen tattered jeans looked even worse than when he’d washed the blood and mud from them in the grotto he now called home. The only reason he still wore them was because they were ‘borrowed’ from his brethren after his recent visit in which they facilitated the removal of the trackers the hunters had embedded in his neck and arm. They were his symbolic link with his clan, the one he wanted to make a reality once Eve O’Baoill was dining in Hell with her Father and brother. His bare feet were caked with mud that only served to hide the scrapes and scars that also covered most of his body.

      She cannae see me lik’ this, he mumbled, turning on his heel and all but running back the way he’d just come.

      Wait! Don’t go. Her words stopped the black dragon mid-stride. Standing like a statue, unwilling to believe his ears, he waited. Heard her deep inhale. Her desire to meet him almost as desperate as his need to be near her - a living, breathing entity within him, pushing Kyran to turn back and go to her. But it was what she said next that nearly broke his heart.

      I’ve waited so very long for someone I could trust, someone who wanted to know me…for me. She paused and in the silence he felt her sadness, her loneliness, the incredible loss she kept buried beneath a hard shell of strength and determination. They were kindred spirits. Two souls searching for respite. Unable to deny her, or himself, the kinship of someone who understood even the words he might never be able to speak, Kyran slowly turned back.

      Non o' this mak's any sense…

      But it didn’t matter. Nothing in his world had made sense in so long, the black dragon couldn’t actually remember what ‘normal’ felt like or if he’d ever really known. The only thing he was sure of was that this woman, this beautiful creature all alone in the world, was the only one who could help him.

      Taking one step and then another, he made his way to her. He watched her furrowed brow relax and her frown evolve in to a smile so sweet…so bright, it stole the breath from his lungs. Stopping just short of the wooden deck, ignoring the low growl rumbling from her dog, Kyran took a deep breath and asked, Are ye sure, lass? He looked at his clothes again and shook his head, A'm a mess. Mabbee we should just chat oot 'ere.

      I’m sure you look fine. Now, come on in, have some tea, maybe something to eat. Not waiting for his answer, she turned and with a snap of her finger ordered, Duke, stop growling and come.

      He watched her open the door, walk inside then turn and look in his direction with a grin, Are you coming? She chuckled then furrowed her brow in a mock scowl, Or do I need to send Duke out to get you? Snickering again, she added, Where are my manners? My name is Caitlin Brookes but you can call me Cait if you like.

      Taking the steps onto the deck, Kyran replied, Kyran, Kyran O’Connor. Then quickly began to apologize, A'm sorry fur th' wey Ah look. Ah’ve bin…camping.

      The untruth burnt his tongue where as any other time in all his two hundred plus years he’d been able to lie like a thief and charm the pants off any lass who crossed his path. It also bothered him more than he wanted to admit that he felt self-conscience in this woman’s presence. The need to impress her, show her that he was worthy of her attention…her kindness, made both man and dragon uneasy, off-balance.

      Once again it was the truth he felt in her words that calmed both Kyran and his beast. I really don’t mind, she chuckled, running her fingers through the fur at Duke’s neck. You look fine to me. Her chuckle turned into a laugh that sounded more joyous than the bells of All Saints’ Cathedral on Easter Sunday. Taking a deep breath, she calmed her laughter and said, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be silly. She shook her head, "It’s just been a long time

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