Title: Of Dragons & Desire (Forgotten Kingdoms 2)
Author: G.K. De Rosa
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Cover Designer: Seventh Star Art
Publication Date: Nov. 14th, 2023
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
A lost princess.
Two dragon princes fighting for her heart.
A love that will either destroy their kingdom or save them all.
My boots hit the hard-packed sand, and my knees wobbled for an instant before my body hurtled forward. My arms shot out in a desperate attempt to brace myself for the fall, but my head spun so badly, I had no idea which direction was up or down.
Welcome home, Saphira. That familiar voice swam through my mind.
An iron band laced around my waist, suspending me in mid-air when I wavered. My shoulder blades smacked into a firm block of muscle, the heat radiating from his form my only clue it belonged to a man and not the side of the jagged cliff of the mountains surrounding us.
“Breathe slowly. The dizziness should wear off in a moment.” Warm breath blazed across the shell of my ear, and a shudder surged down my spine.
Ignoring the freakish sensation, I cocked my head at my captor. “What in the hell just happened? Where are we?” I wrapped my fingers around his massive, tattooed forearm and tried to pry myself free from his hold. Like last time, I accomplished nothing but extreme irritation. On both our parts.
“If I let you go, you’ll fall, princess.”
“Then let me fall!” I speared my elbow into his stomach and bit out a squeal. Mother Terrea, that hurt.
Mother Terrea? Where the goddess had that come from?
Nausea roiled around in my gut, and I leaned back against the stranger. I was losing my mind. No, it was that drink! I’d been drugged. That would explain the incomprehensible lusty sensations toward this mountain of a man holding me captive.
“If you hurt me, I’ll hunt you down and stab you with my dagger,” I muttered. Was I slurring? The arid sand beneath my feet shot up over my head. The endless blue blurred, and I squeezed my eyes closed. “Oh, no, I think I’m going to be sick.” I hunched over and blue liquid spewed from my lips, and all over my captor’s shiny leather boots.
A growl of irritation rumbled low in his chest, vibrating my entire backside. He never let go though. His firm hold held me up as I spilled the contents of my belly all over the dry, cracked earth. Strong fingers banded around my hair, keeping the loose strands out of my face.
When I had nothing left, I spat out the foul taste in my mouth and wiped the saliva from my chin. Damn you, Rhode and Morgana… I never should’ve ordered those shots.
Shit, Rhode and Morgana must be so worried about me.
“Better?” he whispered.
I blinked quickly and forced my eyes to focus on the foreign land sprawling around me. This was definitely not Las Vegas. Although the arid landscape did share a slight resemblance to the desert. But just beyond the flat stretch of land, lay a monstrous mountain range dotted with pools of bright orange and crimson molten lava. Jagged, dusky mountains rose like giants from the land, their peaks lost in the sulfurous clouds. Molten rivers cascaded from the heights, carving sinuous paths through the barren, blackened plains below. Toto, we’re definitely not in Kansas anymore. “My stomach yes, the rest of me, no.”
He loosened his death grip, and I sank onto the hardpacked earth. To my surprise, he crouched down beside me, piercing silver eyes scrutinizing. I kept my eyes down, pinned to the splatter of blue alcohol across his leather boots. He couldn’t be happy about that.
“I demand you take me back. Immediately.”
“Oh, you demand, do you?” A stupid smirk stretched across his handsome face.
“Will you just tell me where we are? And who the hell you are for that matter? And also, why am I speaking funny?”
His head cocked to the side, dark tangles of hair settling on his forehead. “You don’t know?”
“Um, no. How the hell would I?”