New Breed (#1) (Dragon’s Fire)

By Danielle Kazemi

Annabel Wells works at a job she hates and her boyfriend just dumped her. Things couldn't get worse.

While out, she is attacked by the Unseen - a creature made of pure darkness that kills mortals. When she is saved by a mysterious hero, she uncovers the world that operates behind the scenes of the normal world. Dragons live among us, disguised as humans.
With the aide of Crispin, Henry, Sera, and Jules, Annabel is going to need their help to protect herself from another attack. She only hopes it won't take them long to discover how to hide her.

Book 1 of the Dragon’s Fire series. Bestselling Action/Adventure book on iTunes

Cover Art by David Adams

• Language: English
• Publisher: Danielle Kazemi
• Release date: Aug 8, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465782298

Danielle Kazemi

Danielle Kazemi is the author of the YA series Dragon's Fire, The Fire Journal, and The Phoenix Token. She's a native from south Louisiana and spends her day balancing between kids and writing.

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Dragon's Fire

New Breed

Danielle Kazemi

Copyright 2011 Danielle Kazemi

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Dragon's Fire

New Breed

Danielle Kazemi

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 1

What kind of loser calls his girlfriend an hour before they go out – just to break up? Annabel Wells asked over her cell phone. She couldn't believe her boyfriend was doing this. They dated for eight months. The least he could’ve done was show up in person to deliver the news.

She paced her room, dressed for the evening they planned since the beginning of the week. Her high heels clacked against the ground with every step she took. This was excellent – exactly what she needed.

Yeah, well, why don't you do the whole world a favor and die? Annabel yelled into the phone, clicking the call end button vehemently. She threw the phone on her bed, disgusted from the conversation. She made a face at it and turned away.

She walked to her mirror and examined her face. Even though it felt good having him out her life, it still hurt being dumped. Especially by someone like him. She splashed cool water on her face in an attempt to get the red out her eyes. It didn't work. The best option she had was to put on makeup and act cheerful. She gave a fake, halfhearted smile to herself which dropped off abruptly. She didn't want this. She wanted to cover herself in her blankets and sleep until she couldn’t remember what Greg looked like.

She walked into the living room but remained standing in an attempt to make sense of everything before letting herself get comfortable. June, her roommate, sat on the couch and stared at the television. Annabel knew June heard the entire conversation. June never watched reality shows and the one playing on television wasn’t an exception. So that was fun, Annabel said, opening the conversation. She plopped herself on the couch next to her friend.

It sounded pretty rough, June stated, looking at Annabel. She had a pity smile on her face.

You'd think after eight months he'd at least have the decency to break up with me face to face. I heard music in the background. I wouldn't put it past him to have his friends listening in or his entire building in on it. The more she thought about him, the angrier she became. At this point, she wanted to slam his head into something. She never would, she was too nice, but the thought did cross her mind.

I never knew what you saw in him. He didn't seem like your type.

Annabel rolled her eyes. June was right. In the last two months, Annabel thought about dumping Greg multiple times but never got around to doing it. She was the one dumped instead. Her ego was bruised. I need a drink, she said, standing and heading into the kitchen.

I don't think there's anything in there.

Ugh, Annabel said in frustration. Attempting to be an adult was hard when she needed to constantly remind herself to pick up food if she wanted to eat. She grabbed a glass instead and turned on the faucet for water. She wanted something, anything. If it had to be the cheap city water, so be it. Swigging it, she slammed the glass down forcefully and hung her head.

You want to go out right now? We can get to the club early and you can start getting good and drunk, June suggested from the living room over the sound of the television.

Both girls laughed. That wasn’t the best thing to do in the current situation. Besides, if anyone got drunk, it’d be June. She was more outgoing than Annabel and seemed to have trouble mingling with the crowds.

I don't think getting me drunk is the best thing right now. But a few drinks would be great. I need them, Annabel said, her attention drifting to the clock on the wall. The time she spent on the phone slipped her attention. It was an entire hour since he began pushing her away; an hour of her life struck out for no good reason.

We'll find you a cute guy so tomorrow you’ll ask, ‘Greg who?’ June grabbed her keys from the holder. Receipts fluttered to the ground but the girls chose to ignore them.

My definition of cute: I don't want any guy who has more piercings than me. And no tattoos of his dead dog. That was just creepy.

Your definition of cute guy really limits your options.

I'm serious. I'm tired of meeting a guy only to find out he's a complete loser who still lives with his mother. I want someone who’s adventurous, someone deep, Annabel let the conversation hang in the air for a minute, and yeah, cute.

You made an oxymoron. More for me then. June headed to her car, smiling.

That's harsh, Annabel said as she followed on automatic. It wasn't being picky. Dating the same type of guys was getting old. It ended the same way every time. If this cycle didn't end soon, she’d give up on ever finding her perfect man and join a convent. She wouldn't. Maybe she’d become a cat lady instead. Cats always loved their owners.

June drove to their favorite hangout, a small club located on the east side of town. It was more a bar then a club, created on the location of a former chain restaurant with the drive thru still intact. The owner of the bar allowed local artists to hang their drawings and come perform which made it one of the trendier spots in town.

Annabel threw her head against the backrest of her seat. She groaned, I don't want to go to Dancing Aces.

What's wrong with Dancing Aces?

Let's try something else tonight. I don't want to go where people know me and then I'll have to answer the question, 'So where's Greg?' with 'Oh he dumped me claiming I was stuck up, Annabel complained. She had a feeling Greg might show up wanting to rub in their broken relationship. He knew it was her favorite place to hang out and he wanted to ruin whatever fun she might have.

June didn’t argue. The one who was dumped picked the place she wanted to go. That was the rule.

Where are you thinking of?

Um, Annabel said, lazily looking out the window, There. A grungy looking place, it was the last spot she expected to see someone like Greg. He