Dragon's Breath

By Kali Willlows

Eternal suffering is the fate dealt to Roark Blackwell. A fierce protector under a curse, he longs for a woman can never have. By day, a hideous stone creature, and by night, a flesh and blood immortal, starving for the touch of a single woman. After centuries of torment, he takes his destiny into his own hands and seeks the help of Madame Evangeline. For a single night, he wants to feed his carnal cravings, but what happens when morning comes?

Living dangerously comes second nature to Kaida Lee. Struggling with her dark sexual appetite, her fiery temper and her ancient lineage makes finding an ideal match impossible. A descendent of the dragon, she has a genetic burden that no mere mortal could withstand. Having two cousins succeed in romance with the aid of their friend Madame Eve, she seeks satisfaction through the services of 1Night Stand.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Nov 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781613336137

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Dragon’s Breath

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Copyright © 2013 by Kali Willows

ISBN: 978-1-61333-613-7

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Dragon’s Breath

A 1Night Stand Story

By

Kali Willows

~DEDICATION~

To the "King and Queen of Fire," you are both the spark of insanity and magnificent light in our lives, much love.

Chapter One

In answer to your question, Have you ever been in love? I would have to declare, yes, only once. My dilemma is, she doesn’t know. Every night, I protect her from afar. Every day, she confides to me her innermost secrets. I could never love another, but I can by no means have her. At least, not in the traditional happily-ever-after sense. Over the years, I have watched her struggle to find her special someone, and she remains unmatched in character, integrity, and strength. Her beauty is timeless.

This application comes with a very unorthodox request. I recognize you protect the identity of your clients but this remarkable lady confessed to me she has sought your services for a one-night stand. She fears she will never find devotion, and her heart hardens with every day that passes.

Madame Evangeline, I request your help to gain temporary relief. For a single night—and it must be in the hours of darkness—I seek to be with the woman I cherish. Even if it means the end of me, those moments with her would be the most fulfilling of my existence.

Kindest Regards,

Roark Blackwell

I don’t want you to go through with this, Roark. There has to be another way. His aged mentor leaned across the table, brows knitted. We need more time.

You have been a wonderful support to me, Gershom, like a father. You took me in when I had no place to go and accepted me as though I was born to your clan. I respect your opinion, but I have to follow my instincts. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.

And I consider you my son. But this will be your ruin.

I can’t fight it any longer. I have to follow my heart.

Allow me to consult with our brothers, or to try the other clans in Ireland. Perhaps they would—

Again? After all your travels and inquiries, nothing has changed. We have learned no more than we knew at the start of this nightmare.

That devil woman, he rumbled. I wish I could punish her for what she did to you.

No punishment you could have wielded would have trumped what she did to herself. That chapter in my life is long since closed, the cure lost forever.

An evil demon I tell you, hurling herself off a cliff and taking your freedom with her to her grave.

The last words she spoke to me were that she would never let me go, not even in the afterlife. She kept her word.

Why now, Roark, with this young woman? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve grown quite fond of Kaida myself, but why do you covet her so?

I can’t explain the connection. Even in my daytime slumber. I can hear her talking to me; feel her heartbeat, and even the touch of her delicate hand on mine. No other ever impacted me in this way. The pull I feel toward her, is—indescribable.

But you can’t predict what will happen to you, if…. A tear collected at the withered rim of the old man’s eye.

It’s a chance I have to take. I can’t go on like this anymore.

"But you have to live." Gershom banged his fist on the table.

I can’t call my existence for the last two and a half centuries living. It’s been torture. Roark wrung his hands in anguish. Our friendship is something I cherish more than you will ever know, but the companionship I crave can be found in no one’s arms but hers.

I wish we had been resourceful enough to break the curse. Gershom slumped in his chair.

Me, too. Roark swallowed hard and fiddled with the rounded medal that hung from his neck. But either way, I need to do this.

He picked up his knife and fork and hacked into his raw sirloin in hopes his appetite would appease his saddened friend. The savory aroma of blood filled his nose; his mouth watered.

You have become one of our kin. It is difficult for me not to interfere.

Roark placed