The Dragon's Distrust

By Eva Weston

Aristo has finally escaped his captors and has found his love once again. But all is not as it seems. The Princess is carrying another dragon's child. Enraged and betrayed, Aristo has to find it in his heart to forgive.

Tania has never hated herself more than she does now. Betraying Aristo's trust had cost her terribly and the fight is not yet over. Her father will have his words marked and he will slay a dragon she loves.

Stephan is on a mission to rid the world of Polas. He fully intends to ally himself with the most detested creatures in the realm, Werewolves. The wolves have no control over their bestial nature and no one knows what the war will cause them to do.

In the fourth installment of the HEART OF THE DRAGON series, we follow our characters into a dark and forbidding place. How can they ever see the light again?

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 DISTRUST, please read the series in order:
THE DRAGON'S DESIRE, Book 1
THE DRAGON'S DEN, Book 2
THE DRAGON'S DALLY, Book 3

“Patryck,” she whispered.
His large, bright blue dragon eye stared up at her. She could swear he smiled. He turned his snout to nuzzle low in her belly. She giggled. His whiskers tickled. Even though his scales were sharp, he managed not to scrape her. In fact, he was soft. He was water and he caressed her just as gently as the morning mist.
“I am glad you are feeling better,” she said. The only response from the dragon was more nuzzling. She laughed as he pressed his snout all over her chest. He was happy to see her and she was very happy to see him alive and playful.
Tania wished to speak to him, but it would be a one-sided conversation so she merely smiled and continued stroking his long neck. Her fingers flowed over him just as water would flow over her hand. It was an odd sensation to pet liquid but the gesture was heart-warming.
She couldn’t contain her excitement, “I was worried. I was scared I had lost you.”
The dragon jerked his head back and managed to raise a scaly eyebrow. Even in dragon form, Tania could see his human gestures. She knew there was a man underneath all that monster. She had always known Patryck was more than just a dragon—he was a lost soul who needed to be loved.

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

Book preview

Heart of the Dragon, Book 4

The Dragon’s Distrust

By:

Eva Weston

Heart of the Dragon Book 4 -- The Dragon’s Distrust

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.

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.

THE DRAGON’S DALLY Book 3 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, SUPERNATURAL LOVE, 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 DESTINY, BOOK 5 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

The situation was awkward. Intimate acts changed everything. Princess Tania’s embarrassment knew no bounds. Every now and then, raw images of Patryck atop her would reveal themselves and she could feel her cheeks flush. Each time her cheeks turned the color of apples, she knew Patryck was smiling.

She could feel his emotions. It was as if they were now linked and they shared private thoughts and feelings.

Tania clenched her jaw and held her legs tight against her chest. She hadn’t been the same since she and Patryck entwined limbs. She felt guilty. She betrayed Aristo’s trust. She was nothing more than a whore. She deserved to be cast out, left in the woods, and left for the wolves to devour. Because it was more than just guilt that gnawed at her—she still lusted for Patryck. Her lust was a sickness—a sickness that grew in her mind. She disgusted herself. Her father used to say, Where sickness was, so bad things followed. He had said that when she was five years old. A plague unlike any they had seen before had spread among the village and neighboring farms. Once the people caught the sickness, then food became scarce, soldiers could no longer guard or fight, children were lost to Death, and all their stores vanished.

Tania felt mentally sick and so she knew bad things would soon come. It was inevitable.

She glanced across the campfire still raging in the forest clearing. Patryck remained seated on a felled log as he watched over her and the surviving, unconscious prisoners. Thomas had yet to return with the other dragons. It had been days since he left. During his absence, Patryck and Tania rarely spoke. The days passed in complete silence. Tania supposed Patryck was keeping his distance for her benefit and so he should.

She ignored the fact she might be pregnant. Out of sight, out of mind. Ignoring it was far easier than facing the truth.

She had yet to forgive Patryck. She didn’t believe she ever would.

Yet, she could not seem to turn her gaze from him. Her stare wandered up every curve of his arm, along his broad shoulders, down his strong chest, across his chiseled abdomen, and…lower. Patryck did not bother to conceal himself—he showed his nakedness to the world. Secretly, Tania enjoyed the show.

Her gaze then turned dark. She hated him and despised herself for her new feelings. If it wasn’t for Patryck, she wouldn’t be tossing and turning in the night as dragons made love to her. Yes, she had dreams of making love to dragons. Each night, each time she rested and closed her eyes, she had found herself intimate with yet another dragon. Patryck had been the stone that broke the dam. He had given her these fantasies, somehow he had. If she had Aristo with her…her inner tirade was silenced. If only she had Aristo. Her heart broke a thousand times with each thought of him. It took every ounce of strength she possessed to continue on without him.

Tania’s musings quickly died. A loud roar echoed throughout the forest. Trees were lit like torches as thick smoke clouded her vision.

Dragons were coming. They were searching for her.

She stood up and waved her hands in the air, desperate to get their attention. She gestured at Patryck to help but he shrugged and continued sitting.

They have already found us. There’s no need to flail, he said grumpily. He had not been kind to her these past few days. His ego had been badly bruised because of her rejection.

Tania ignored him. A large grin grew on her face as she spotted a golden dragon gleaming in the firelight and sunlight. It was Stephan. He had found her. She narrowed her eyes through the haze. There were no other dragons with him. He was alone. Where was Aristo?

If Aristo was not with him, then was Aristo able to fly? Had they found Aristo? Was he at the Den suffering? Had her