The Dragon's Dally

By Eva Weston

Tania has just burned down her father's dungeon and now she's on the run with two wild dragons who could care less for rules. Patryck, the Water Dragon, and Thomas, the Night Dragon, go head to head in a bid for Tania's love. As the Dragon Mother, Tania must choose who to mate with. Although her lover remains Aristo, the Moon Dragon, she can't help but wonder what the other dragons could do for her. Will she betray Aristo and find passion in the arms of the new dragons or will she restrain herself and stay faithful to Aristo?

King Polas has brought in the Dragon Slayers from the North and he fully intends to slay Aristo in the nightmarish Arena. He will stop at nothing to see the dragons wiped from the face of the earth.

THE HEART OF THE DRAGON short story series showcases the War of the Ages from the epic saga, THE DRAGON LORDS. This is truly the beginning of the rise and fall of Dragons. Learn how the Dragonkin came to be and what led to THE DRAGON LORDS.

Before reading THE DRAGON'S DALLY, please read the series in order:
THE DRAGON'S DESIRE, Book 1
THE DRAGON'S DEN, Book 2

Excerpt:
Tania’s insides squirmed like a thousand butterflies fluttering in a net. He could have whatever he wanted. She belonged to the dragon. He was her Master in all things. She would serve him willingly.
Stars twinkled overhead as the distant roar of the fire lingered in her ears, “Come closer,” she whispered. He did not speak, Aristo merely nodded his head. His dark hair was shaggier than she remembered it but details were lost on her. Tania nearly squealed as Aristo’s large, rough hand slid up her calf. He reached for her tender folds.
His touch was caring and soft, barely there. It was like the first few pebbles before the avalanche. He would cause her world to crumble into nothing but ecstasy. She waited with bated breath as the hand continued to wound its way closer to the very being of her womanhood.
He tickled her pearl, gently brushing his index finger back and forth. She let out a harsh moan as she reached for his head. She wanted to slam his face into her—instead, she pulled at his black tresses and shifted her core toward him.
With a shake of his head, he pulled back. Tania reached out for him. She did not wish him to leave, “Stay,” she begged, “Please stay.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eva Weston
• Release date: Sep 4, 2013

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Heart of the Dragon, Book 3

The Dragon’s Dally

By:

Eva Weston

Heart of the Dragon Book 3 -- The Dragon’s Dally

Copyright © 2013 Eva Weston

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author.

Edited by Cameron Hill

Cover art by Erin Dameron-Hill www.facebook.com/edhgraphics, www.edhgraphics.blogspot.com

Dedicated to the love of my life who keeps me inspired and always craving more—this is to you my darling husband.

This book is dedicated to Elizabeth—I do not know your last name but you always leave such wonderful reviews for these stories. I am so glad you find them as wonderful as I do.

Eva Weston’s Other Books:

THE DRAGON’S DESIRE Book 1 of the Heart of the Dragon Series.

THE DRAGON’S DEN Book 2 of the Heart of the Dragon Series.

AWAKEN Book 1 of The Dragon Lords Series.

THE CURSE OF DESIRE an Erotic Fairy Tale.

SINFUL LUST an Erotic Fairy Tale.

More books will be released soon including the Paranormal Romance series, LEGENDS, which features werewolves, fey, aliens, werelions, and chimeras.

COMING SOON!

CARNAL PERSUASION an Erotic Fairy Tale

BETRAYAL Book 2 of The Dragon Lords Series

THE DRAGON’S DISTRUST Book 4 of the Heart of the Dragon Series.

To learn more about upcoming releases and the author, Eva Weston, please visit her blog, evaweston.blogspot.com She hosts guest authors, has a FREE READ, posts excerpts, and will begin posting special Dragon recipes that are favorites of Aristo, Stephan, Emeril, Narcil, Robert, Patryck, Baric, Brynt, Damon, and others!

Chapter 1

How many times have you been chained? Patryck asked Tania as he held her hand in her father’s dark, dank dungeon.

Tania shrugged off the question. She wasn’t particularly fond of discussing her father’s abuse to anyone. If she hadn’t still carried the scars of several harsh beatings, no one would ever suspect. She swallowed and replied, Now is not the time, Patryck. We have to get out of here before the guards return, she licked her lips and eyed the dungeon. The foul stench of molding straw and human waste filled her nostrils. She almost gagged. She should have been accustomed to the odor because she had been thrown in her father’s dungeon on numerous occasions. She gritted her teeth, We have to find Aristo.

She was more determined than ever before to rescue her love. She had stood up to her father, King Polas, a mere few moments ago and she was riding the adrenaline rush. Had she paused to deliberate on her past actions, she would have been amazed that she had found the courage to oppose him. Little good it did her, though. She and Patryck were now in the dungeon—lost and filthy.

Tania glanced at Patryck who waited for her command. He was a very young dragon. His wings hadn’t fully developed but his sense of procreation had. Tania wondered if he would be any help here at all. His mind was constantly focused on carnal desires.

Patryck brushed back his very blonde hair that mimicked wave crests as his hand morphed into water. As the last Water Dragon, Patryck could easily shift into the liquid without needing a special source in order to do so. Aristo, on the other hand, could only shift when the moon was shining and Stephen could only shift when the sun shone. Tania needed to know why that was.

First things first—she needed to rescue Aristo. She had done so before. He had called to her and she had found the love of her life. But no matter how much she strained, she could not hear him.

Tania squeezed her eyes shut and felt around the dark with her senses. Perhaps if all other senses were quiet, she could find her way to Aristo. After a few moments, she stomped her foot and gave up. Aristo was silent.

Where do we go? Patryck asked.

Tania ignored him. She did not have an answer for him. She had assumed Aristo would be in the dungeon like before but perhaps she was wrong.

We need to look through every cell, she finally replied.

Patryck’s eyebrow jutted into his forehead, How many cells are there?

Tania shook her head, Several.

We better get started.

Tania stepped forward and Patryck followed still holding her hand tightly. She shook his hand slightly in order to let go but he did not understand the subtlety of her attempt. She despised Patryck. The only reason she was at his side now was he had gifted her strength when he opposed her father. She had never before seen an act like that and the sheer excitement had pushed her to follow his lead.

Now, she was forced to endure his presence. In a dungeon. Alone.

She internally moaned at her new situation but kept her head high. She and Patryck followed a few corridors passing men chained to walls with chamber pots overflowing and scraps of bone decaying. Her father never fed the poor souls. They were given the dog’s leftovers. It was not wise to be a prisoner of her father. Most seldom survived incarceration for more than a month. Infection and disease ran rampant.

She cringed at the disgusting immorality of her father. How could a man