Embraced by the Dragon Prince (Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance)

By Jessica Miller

Geneva is out for blood. Her village has been destroyed and her best friend, Winda, was one of the victims of this great tragedy. As a huntress, Geneva is not going to let the monster responsible for all of this heartbreaking hardship to continue living in her world. Her quarry, however, is a legendary creature. A dragon. 

Tracking the beast to a cave in the mountains south of her village, Geneva is sure that she will finally mete out justice. Instead, Geneva finds herself in an adventure way over her head as she struggles with her grief, magic, legendary beasts, and the feelings that develop in her heart when a blue eyed dragon gives himself to her. Geneva begins to wonder who the real monster is as the mysteries deepen and unfold before her? Who really destroyed her village? And how does she really feel about the prince of dragons? 

**Complete short story, no cliffhangers.**

• Language: English
• Publisher: Finest Shapeshifter Romance Club
• Release date: Nov 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386937067

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Embraced by the Dragon Prince

Chapter 1

The wind lightly rustled the leaves in the trees above Geneva as she stalked through the woods. The hot afternoon sun left spots on the forest floor that highlighted the dead leaves of early fall that had mixed into the undergrowth. Squirrels and other small rodents scampered up and down tree trunks as they searched for nuts and seeds to store away for the impending winter.

Her soft boots muffled her steps while her eyes and ears remained alert for her prey. Ahead of her Geneva heard the low grumblings and lumbering rustles of a mountain grizzly foraging.  She halted in her tracks to discern the direction of the bear. It was heading east perpendicular from her path, safely away.

She waited a moment to be sure that the bear had not caught on to her presence and then breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that she didn’t think she could handle herself if she was confronted by the grizzly, but she was glad to avoid the encounter all together. She was filled with a burning vengeance and she did not want to delay for any other creatures besides the one she hunted.

Onwards she travelled, up into the foothills of the southern mountains. This was the direction the great serpent of fire had fled when her arrows had torn its’ wing. The long wailing cries had stopped hours ago, but Geneva knew that the beast could not have gotten far on a wounded wing. Her anger boiled at the thought of the events that had set her forth on this journey. Only a day ago, things had been perfectly normal.

It had been late in the evening when Geneva finally returned from her hunt. Her friend Winda, a wild haired young girl much like herself, walked alongside her.  The pair of them had been hunting together since they had come of age and were such close friends they might as well have been sisters.

The two laughed and joked as they made their way home on the familiar paths of the forest. Over their shoulders they towed the ropes of a small litter that dragged the carcasses of their respective kills. There was a fat boar that Geneva had killed, a young buck that was Winda’s, and a few small gamey squirrels and fowl all piled on the litter so they could be transported back to their small village without leaving a trail of blood for other predators to follow.

Between the spoils of the two huntresses it would be enough feed their little village for the next couple of weeks. Geneva and Winda would stay for the first few days while they rested and replenished their packs before they returned to the forests of the foothills for their next hunt. Being the only ones who actively hunted, the young women had taken it upon themselves to provide for their village, the small refuge that it was.

It was an unofficial community called Haven. It was full of runaways; children and adults who needed to escape their lives elsewhere. They were a community of victims banded