He’s
found his mate. But can he convince her that he’s her man?
Working for the
Paranormal Protection Agency has never been boring, but shadow-dragon Duke
didn’t expect to meet his mate in the line of duty. He certainly didn’t expect
a warrior every inch his match, or for her to slap him across the ass with her
tail and take off across the city.
With Baron on a very
personal protection detail, Duke has to fly solo on the pair’s investigation
into the warlock who nearly killed Baron’s mate. Just one problem, his mate is
working with the warlock. So, dead or alive, he has to bring her in…
She
found the one thing she didn’t want. Her mate. Now she needs to get rid of him
before he ruins her mission…
Sleeping for
centuries has it’s drawbacks, Chase knew that going in. What she didn’t expect
was to wake with a Warlock’s spelled collar around her neck and to find her charge,
the Queen’s daughter, in a cage. Vowing to free them both will take skill and
strength and she doesn’t need the distraction of a hot as hell male dragon
trying to make his claim on her. Even though her heart aches to complete their
joining, she can’t. Not yet.
The
mission, or her heart. Can she have both? Or will she need one to complete the
other?
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Meet Mina:
Mina was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth
(otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all
the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to
ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with
varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is
not considered a suitable occupation these days.
So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the
like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies
and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be
adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all…
(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing
career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)
The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina
can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically
trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before
they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to
chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.
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Excerpt:
Dragon’s Chase Excerpt © 2014 Mina Carter
Some dragons had all the luck.
Tucking a strand of hair the wind had blown
across his face behind one ear, Duke watched his brother helping a diminutive
female—his new mate, Honor Croft—into a waiting cab.
Testament to the heavy shit that had just gone
down, events that included a horde of Red Caps and a crazed warlock trying to
kill the girl the PPA had been paid to protect, heavily armed guards surrounded
the vehicle, watching everything around them closely. As a group, they breathed
a sigh of relief when Baron slid into the vehicle next to his mate and shut the
door. As experienced as all the guards were, they were still a little wary of
the big dragon. They were around both brothers.
Duke paid them no mind, transferring his
attention back to the new couple, just visible through the windows of the cab.
His brother was one lucky bastard. Not only had he saved the day, but he’d
gotten the girl as well.
Finding their soul mates had been on both
brothers’ minds since they understood the difference between little girl and
little boy dragons and now Baron had found his. He could hold her in his arms,
keep her safe, and Duke was as jealous as all hell.
Of course, Baron would probably have appreciated
not dying first. Duke sure as fuck would have preferred not to watch his
brother breathe his last breath, broken body bleeding out onto the concrete
beneath his feet. But true love conquered all…. That’s what they said, and the
gamble Duke had taken when he’d made Honor eat the rarest ‘diamond’ in
existence; a Dragon’s Tear.
It had worked, the lucky son of a bitch had been
healed and now Baron and Honor were on their way to a safe-house where Honor
could be protected. And practice making little baby shadow-dragons if the
twinkle in Baron’s eye was anything to go by. Which left Duke to track down the
murderous bastard who had tried to kill his brother’s mate, and find the
she-dragon who had taunted and teased him until he didn’t know up from down.
A she-dragon. His mate. He’d been so surprised that he’d
almost fallen out of the sky. Then she’d slapped him across the ass with her
tail and run away….
Duke’s lips compressed into a thin line. Oh,
she’d pay for that. He just had to find her first.
Crouching, he gathered the energy within himself,
holding it deep inside as a rolling mass of chaos. It built, simmering like
inferno-heated champagne as the bubbles tried to escape at high velocity. His
scales tried to push through his skin, and his bones ached with the pressure of
holding the change back. With a roar he leapt into the air and let it all go.
His dragon-form exploded out from his body like some nightmare-inducing jack in
the box.
The roar deepened as his throat changed, and he
snapped his wings out to their full spread. A soft click sounded deep in his
throat a second before a gout of flame lit the night sky. Beating his wings, he
took no more than a few seconds to reach the top of the Croft building. He
circled it, using the tiniest of air currents to glide in a graceful loop.
Guards scurried over the roof, looking like ants
to his non-human vision. Heat rose from them, bringing the scent of blood and
soft flesh to his nostrils. Instinctively his mouth watered. So soft and
crunchy…most humanoids made great snacks.
As if sensing his thoughts, the guard on the
corner turned and looked at him, his eyes flashing amber in warning as an
earthy scent hit Duke’s nostrils. Werewolf then. Yeah, not so good if the snack
was more than capable of clawing its way out of your belly through your
ribcage. Talk about aggressive indigestion.
Movement at the corner of his eye got his
attention. Turning his head, Duke spotted Iliona—his boss— motioning him to
land. He lifted his wing and banked sharply in mid-air, scattering the guards
below. Heavy wing-beats kept him hovering in the air just above the human
woman, her arms folded and hair whipping about her face as she waited for him
to land.
The instant he touched down with a claw, he
called the change and folded his dragon-form neatly back within the man. A roll
of his neck reset the shirt across his shoulders, his clothes thankfully
reappearing when he made the change back to human, and he took the last few
steps to stand in front the Paranormal Protection Agency’s head honcho.
As always, she wore a smart business suit. No
skirt this time, but pants, and her jacket hung open. Two things caught Duke’s
attention. The ornate pendant at her throat pulsed with power, pulling at the
dragon part of him. Pretty and powerful, such a trinket was everything the
creature loved and his fingers itched with the need to reach out and touch it.
He resisted, curled them into fists at his side as he flicked a glance down at
the Glock in the holster playing peekaboo through the open edges of her jacket.
The fact that she packed heat to match the sheathed knife the other side made
him blink. It was serious when the boss came out on site fully armed...
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