If you enjoy dragon shifters, you might want to give this book a try.
Drakon’s
Tear
Blood
of the Drakon, Book 6
Dying
isn't an option. I've survived a kidnapping, and now I'm on the run from the
Knights of the Dragon who want my gift. There's nothing a dragon loves more
than treasure. I'm Abigail Owens, and I can sense gemstones. When I find myself
drawn to a beautiful stone bracelet at a tiny shop in Moscow, I can't help but
have it — even though I can sense it's power. But I didn't realize with this
one decision I've just put myself in the middle of a war between the Knights
and a Drakon.
I
guess I'm just lucky like that.
The only person I
trust even a little is Vasili Zima, which is weird since I’m not sure if he
wants to kill me or protect me. I'm drawn to him in a way I hadn't thought possible,
and he feels the same way, or he wouldn't be risking his life to help me. He's
wanted by the bad guys just as much as I am, and staying with me, well, there's
a hundred percent chance I'm about to get us both killed. But I will not be
going down without a fight.
(Author's Note: This book is NOT first person point of view.)
His heart pumped hard in his chest, and his lungs
expanded with each breath he took. He met her gaze. “You are mine.”
He waited to see if she would object. He knew times
had changed. Women were independent. And while he had no problem with that,
even admired it, there was a part of him that was far more primitive.
She belonged to him, and he belonged to her.
“You are mine.” She gave his words back to him, and
his dragon, which had been restless for centuries, practically purred. He
wanted to be claimed by her. Wanted to belong to someone in this godforsaken
world. Needed a reason other than the gaining of knowledge and wealth to occupy
his days.
Abigail would give him purpose, a reason to carry on.
But mostly, he wanted her love.
“I am,” he told her. He arched one brow and waited.
“I am,” she repeated.
He knew she truly didn’t understand what she was agreeing
to, but he didn’t care. He hadn’t felt lonely until he’d met her. Hadn’t
understood the depths of his emptiness until she was suddenly here, pouring
into every crevice and canyon of his being.
“Abigail.” Such a perfect name for such a perfect
creature.
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