Author: KH LeMoyne
Genre: Fantasy Romance, Adult
Blurb: Roark of Nedres spent his life absorbing lore, legend, and rumor to claim his dragon beast in order to save his people. Nothing has prepared him for the ultimate bond fate will demand.
Princess Nira Meriel Estar was born with the power of prophecy. Her most recent vision forecasts a dire fate for her people, promises few answers, and will deliver the country of Fyrhall a victorious future or crushing defeat.
Kraz, an ancient dragon of mythical power and knowledge, has eluded capture for a thousand years. However, only a dragon of great wisdom would consider an eternal bond to his warrior rider to save his dragon race.
Three souls. Two hearts. One courageous calling.
An excerpt from Dragon Rider’s Gift :
“Then call your dragon, Roark of Nedres.”
His own dragon? Something new. Nira leaned farther out, only to realize she’d end up on the ground below with her skirts about her head. Best to join her father after all.
By the time she reached her father’s side, her handmaiden in tow, Roark of Nedres stood at the far end of the field. The distance didn’t help her assess his features, but he’d tossed his cloak aside. Her assumption of padding proved unfounded. The sleeveless leather vest and pants hid none of his lean muscle or the long dark sigils that wove along one arm. Fascinated, she watched him go to one knee and bow his head.
No shout. No command. A prayer depicted his ritual. An expectant silence from the crowd accompanied his actions. Dragons were magical, ethereal, and scarce. To foster a claim of finding an egg was considered a sign of great blessing. It was unheard of for a creature of such power to remain hidden and undetected, much less be brought to heel at full maturity.
Nira’s gaze searched the far skies. Roark’s claim was the most exciting event to occur during the rider selection process in years. Holding her breath, she strove to memorize the exquisite sensation of anticipation and hope. If he proved false, she still wanted this feeling in her memory forever.
The skies before her remained clear and powder blue. Not prepared to sink into defeat, she refused to blink. For a split second, she considered the cause of the dark shadow above her to be a trick of the light and a watery eye.
With a gasp, she clutched the balcony railing as a gust blew strands of her hair about her face. Nothing disguised the glorious, burnished copper belly of the beast gliding over the castle roof toward the training yard. Scales in variegated shades of crimson reflected sun and shadow with each shift of muscle. Wings of matching hue cupped air pockets as the creature landed with more grace than a cat at the side of the now standing soldier.
Nira squeezed Bevier’s hand to stop her before her father heard. Between the vision she’d been painting and the impending rider presentation, the last thing she needed was more leverage for her father to use. But hope blossomed at the scene before her.
Proud and almost defiant, the red dragon stood beside the newest candidate, its wings contracted, but not folded at rest. Both seemed to share an arrogant partnership.
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About the author: A former technology specialist, KH LeMoyne writes sensual romance: urban and high fantasy, and scifi/futuristic. She lives in Maryland with her wonderful husband and corgi. Much to her dismay, she rarely encounters supernatural beings other than on paper. Visit her website: http://www.khlemoyne.com/ or blog: http://fantasypoweredbylove.com/
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