Today I welcome lovely Jane Hunt to my blog for the first time! She's telling us about her latest release, The Dragon Legacy...of which I am half way through and LOVING! Go for it, Jane!
When emotionally fragile Fleur Curwen decides she wants excitement in
her boring life she signs up for a Murder Mystery Weekend in the wilds
of the English Lake District. She enters a paranormal world where
danger and death are common occurrences.
Demon slayer Lukas Draco is a loner. He lives by two simple rules: No
emotional entanglements and duty must remain his first priority. His
beliefs are challenged when he's inexplicably drawn to Fleur, a human
woman with an unusual psychic aura. Sparks of sexual attraction ignite
threatening both his search for the dragon's egg he buried a thousand
years ago and Fleur's life. Under the cover of a murder mystery weekend
an apocalyptic hunt begins.
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EXCERPT
Fleur stole a sideways glance at
Lukas as he conversed with Jasmine. His impressive physique exuded an aura of
power personified by a fit, muscular body and long, lean limbs. Filled with
suppressed sexual excitement, she half closed her eyelids, leaned back against
the headrest, and continued her secret study of him. His face was the epitome
of masculine beauty, characterized by well-defined angular cheekbones, covered
with pale, almost translucent skin. Its apparent delicacy did not detract from
his masculinity; he looked like a fallen angel. A tell-tale blush stained her
cheeks rosy. A rush of heat pooled between her legs. Fleur shuddered. Shocked
at her impulsiveness, she sat on her hands and admired the sleekness of his
fashionable long, straight hair, which looked like silk. Neediness overpowered
her cautious nature as her gaze feasted on its remarkable black color,
reminiscent of an exotic bird or reptile with highlights of metallic turquoise
and blue woven through it. Fleur stole another glance at Lukas from under her
lashes. He stared back. Horrified, she blushed unable to avoid his inquisitive
gaze. She waited for the smug look or the double entendre. Lukas’ smile hid a
myriad of emotions. The fire in his heated look betrayed him, luminescent and golden,
in stark contrast with the dying afternoon light.
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Lukas slanted a glance at
Fleur. The look of rapt absorption on her face stilled his breath. She looked
at him hungrily, as if he was a delicacy she would love to taste. His blood
echoed in his head as it thundered through his arteries. Arousal exploded in
every inch of his body, highlighted by the uncomfortable tightness of his
designer jeans, a testimony to his body's readiness to act. He stopped talking
in mid-sentence. Jasmine looked at him through the rear view mirror. His body
leaned into Fleur's, attuned to her hot gaze's invitation. No. He couldn't, not
here or anywhere, with her. Lukas sensed the exact moment Fleur noticed him. He
disguised all signs of his arousal. He hoped his expression revealed none of
his inner turmoil.
The
truck turned into a concealed driveway. Calmer, he resumed his light
conversation with Jasmine, who didn't remark on his recent distraction. Fleur
stared through the window. Moments later, the truck stopped with a shudder.
Lukas smiled at her hasty retreat. He sighed as the truck door shut behind her.
His lack of control bothered him. His mission needed all his attention. A
dalliance with a pretty human was not on his agenda. It would jeopardize the
dragon egg's safety.
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“Welcome
to Hallow House.”
Jasmine walked around the truck for their
luggage. The grey, windswept house stood hidden among the hills. Paint peeled
from the window frames and moss grew along the grey stone walls. A wave of
coldness swept through Fleur. She shuddered. “It’s so atmospheric, perfect for
a murder mystery.” She looked across at Lukas. He seemed preoccupied. A woman
appeared at the house's front door. Lukas' face lost its shuttered look. He
smiled.
“It’s lovely to meet you both. I’m Grace.”
“It’s lovely to meet you
too,” Fleur smiled at the older woman, reassured by her kind smile.
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“I’m delighted to meet you.”
Lukas
shook Grace’s hand. Her gaze widened as their physic auras merged. Lukas
controlled his response; his face remained devoid of expression. Jasmine
frowned and touched her mother's shoulder. With one last puzzled look at Lukas,
she said,
“I’ll show you to your rooms. Afternoon tea is
at three. The conservatory is at the back. You'll have an opportunity to meet
the other guests there.”
Lukas smiled. He sensed her interest and
strength. They'd met once, years before. She owed him, and he needed her help
now.
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Fleur
unpacked her bags in her shabby-chic room. Her mind strayed to Lukas'
surprising effect on her. Vivid recollections of his strong embrace and the
hardness of his muscular body bombarded her. She splashed cold water on her
face in an attempt to cool the burn from her inner heat. Why did she crave this
man's touch? Intimate images danced through her confused mind. She sprayed
perfume on her heated skin. Nothing in her life prepared her for this tangle of
conflicted emotions.
Perhaps
she'd hidden away too long? She needed excitement. Her ex-lover didn't
understand her grief after the premature deaths of her much-loved parents.
Instead, he chipped away at her self-esteem. Lukas saw through her layers of
self-protection. He noticed her. The heat in his stare scorched her deep
inside. She needed this man. She blushed at her wickedness. The alarm on her
mobile sounded, almost three; time to go. She took a deep breath, determined to
dampen her aroused state. With a final check of her appearance, she retrieved
her bag and headed downstairs.
Fleur
stood inside the conservatory until her eyes adjusted for the brightness. She
walked further into the room and scanned the occupants for Lukas, but he wasn't
there. Disappointed, Fleur looked around the room. Jasmine's companions drew
her gaze. Something set the unusual men apart from the other people there. She
saw a familiar face. Grace was deep in conversation with two of the older
guests. She looked busy, so Fleur didn't disturb her.
The
designer-clad men recaptured her interest. The dark-haired man appeared
fascinated with Jasmine. His face darkened as Jasmine interrupted his diatribe.
"You'll have to
excuse me. I need to welcome Fleur."
Jasmine
headed in her direction. Without Jasmine’s vivacity, the conversation between
the two high-powered men lapsed into silence. The younger man looked bored and
distracted. The delicate rose- patterned china tea cup appeared awkward in his
large strong-boned hands. He ran his long fingers through his shaggy, platinum
blond, almost silver, hair. It masked the paleness of his silver-colored eyes.
He looked handsome. Fleur waited to see if her heart flipped. It didn't. Her
stomach lurched at the implications of her discovery. Her attraction to Lukas
was based on something deeper than eye candy.
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BIO
As a child I had a complete stable of make believe horses and my imagination remains as vivid. Now it creates characters and scenarios which provide the inspiration for my stories.
I am so excited to finally have career as a writer. My love affair with the written word started as a teenager. I secretly dreamed of writing the romantic novels I loved to read. Life had other plans for me. Marriage at twenty-one whilst still at university launched me into a career in health service management. I often thought about writing in my spare time but my career and two wonderful children kept me occupied 24/7. Illness forced an abrupt end to my career. Always the optimist I seized the opportunity to write full time in 2012.
The Dragon Legacy is my first published novel and I am excited to be sharing it with a wider audience.
When I'm not writing I enjoy reading, book reviewing, social media and walking in the countryside. Passionate about animal welfare.
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