Title: Dragons of Destiny
Author: C.R. Robertson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Editor: Ranting Raven
Cover Designer: BRoseDesignz
From an early age I have loved faery tales and mythological stories – they welcomed me into their pages while I went on the adventure with the characters, mourning their loss when the book ended and they left my life.
As an author, my characters walk into my life and take over my home until the book is over. They visit often to share more stories that need told, and it is my pleasure to share them. I hope you love my characters as much as I do, they have lived with me for a long time, and I am merely telling their stories about their time in the Otherworld.
I live in a cottage near the sea. I love to write in my beloved faery garden filled with flowers, trees, birds, butterflies, and my favourite bumble bees. The cottage is in a sleepy seaside town where I enjoy walks in the sand with my beloved dog that goes with me everywhere.
My Otherworld fb group for freebies and teasers: https://www.facebook.com/groups/313624995775336/
Every nerve in my body became paralysed as my eyes made the steep climb to the balcony. My feet stuck to the floor, and a lump in my throat threatened to choke me. The music faded away to a background hum, and every person in this crowded room disappeared until there was only one left.
Dressed in an elaborate tight black and gold corset with a flared skirt, she radiated beauty in waves. A mass of golden blonde curls cascaded from a crown on top of her head around her shoulders. The ornate black mask hid her face but not her identity. Nothing ever would.
My feet moved of their own volition, walking towards her in a trance.
She was a phantom sent to torment my soul, a figment of my depraved imagination, a mirage. Whatever the vision in front of me was, my heart felt warmth for the first time in days. My dragon sniffed the air in appreciation, my nostrils flaring at the familiar scent.
Step by step she descended the staircase, her long elegant leg tempting through the slit of her dress, displaying golden stilettos. Every inch of her screamed seduction, and I was a slave for her to command. I knew my heart would be shredded tomorrow, but I couldn’t resist the pull of the magnetic force drawing me ever closer to her.