Raynor: Dragon Guard Berserkers, #3

By Julia Mills

Can these Fated Mates trust what they feel, heal one another's souls, and stop the evil hiding behind an expensive suit and a sly smile?

 

An Artist finds beauty in the heart of her nightmares.

Isolated from the world, Lizzie has always found respite in her art. With her special gift, the slightest touch fills her mind with memories and emotions, but they're not her own. Living vicariously through her muse, she begins to create the most important work of her life. If only the Beast were real.

 

Unbeatable, Unstoppable, and damned near Indestructible.

Emerging into a world he no longer knows, Raynor's past has been obliterated until a hauntingly familiar woman awakens his true destiny. He's driven to calm the war within her. It's his only reason to stay alive. Can he stop the evil forces and find sanctuary in a world that forgot him?

Raynor is back, and there's Hell to pay. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julia Mills
• Release date: Mar 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223442349

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Raynor

Copyright © 2018 Julia Mills

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 author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

NOTICE: This is an adult erotic paranormal romance with love scenes and mature situations. It is only intended for adult readers over the age of 18.

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Acknowledgements

Edited by Em Edits

Proofed by Book Nook Nuts

Beta Read by Linda Levy

To anyone who has ever felt alone, different, and unable to connect, this story is for you. You are special in ways you’ve yet to discover. Never give up. Always dream. And above all, believe in the power of you.

Contents

RAYNOR

Index of the Original Language of the Dragon Kin

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

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RAYNOR

Can these Fated Mates trust what they feel, heal one another’s souls, and stop the evil hiding behind an expensive suit and a sly smile?

An Artist finds beauty in the heart of her nightmares.

Isolated from the world, Lizzie has always found respite in her art. With her special gift, the slightest touch fills her mind with memories and emotions, but they’re not her own. Living vicariously through her muse, she begins to create the most important work of her life. If only the Beast were real.

Unbeatable, Unstoppable, and damned near Indestructible.

Emerging into a world he no longer knows, Raynor’s past has been obliterated until a hauntingly familiar woman awakens his true destiny. He’s driven to calm the war within her. It’s his only reason to stay alive. Can he stop the evil forces and find sanctuary in a world that forgot him? Raynor is back, and there’s Hell to pay. 

Index of the Original Language of the Dragon Kin

RAYNOR

Ceann álainn……….Beautiful One

Mo ghrá……….My heart

Puinnsean……….Poison

Go deo bás……….Forever Death

Mo dheartháir dílis………My loyal brother

A bheith go maith……….Be well

Mo dheartháir……….My brother

mo stór álainn……….my beautiful treasure

Mo ghrá……….My love

Mo maité, mo ghrá, mo chroí agus anam………my mate, my love, my heart and soul.

Grá mo chroí……….My beloved

Mo stór……….My darling

Tá tú mo ghrá eternal. …….You are my eternal love.

Ta’ mo chroi istigh ionat………My heart is within you

Grá mo shaol………Love of my life

Chapter One

L izzie, I have to confirm with the gallery owner, Seth sighed. I swear the old man is going to have a conniption fit if you're not there. He's left at least five voicemails since six am, and its barely noon.

Standing on the loft overlooking the converted barn Elizabeth Wentworth called home, she picked at a stray piece of lint on the back of her glove as she pondered her answer. It wasn't that she didn't want to go or that she was worried the patrons of Ernesto’s would be disappointed in her latest works, it was that she didn’t feel strong enough to be around hordes of people lately.

Wasn't it enough that she'd offered to be on a live feed via Skype for the entire show? Didn't they understand what being near so many emotions, so much converging energy, just so much of everything everyone took for granted every day of their lives was like walking on hot coals or having long, sharp needles slowly shoved into her eyes?

Turning away, the weight of Seth’s stare and the bulk of his impatience weighing her down, pulling at the very fiber of her being, making it hard for her to breathe, Lizzie moved towards the floor-to-ceiling stained glass window. Looking through the clear petals of the daisies Jonathan had so delicately designed, she was finally able to catch her breath. Warm and inviting, the sun on her face made her want to sprout wings and fly away. Leave the swarm of buzzing emotions, chatty people, and noxious energies far behind and live on a mountain, or in a bubble at the bottom of the sea, anywhere she could be blissfully alone and totally untouchable.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The toe of Seth's dark brown wingtips striking her hardwood floors was akin to someone hammering a railroad spike into her skull. Folding her hands so tightly together that they shook and her knuckles turned white, the only thing saving her palms from being raw and bloody from her nails were the gray cotton gloves she'd grabbed when her assistant had unexpectedly shown up at her door.

Seth, please, she cringed, her vision blurring as his venomous irritation swept through her, becoming her own seething cross to bear as it tried to take root in her psyche. Just go. I’ll call you later, she ordered, her tone sharper than she intended, but something she would have to apologize for later.

Damn! I’m so sorry, Lizzie. Flaming annoyance instantly transformed into the drowning feeling of remorse combined with the doggedly dark sensation of shame as her assistant hurried on. I wasn’t even thinking. I don’t know what… Two fucking years and…

Just… she swallowed back her tears, unable to hold back the flood of sensations rushing at her like sleet and hail. Please… go.

Quick footsteps preceded the opening and closing of the front door. Mercifully, rapidly shutting off the open valve of emotions she was drowning in, resulting in the powerful exhale of the breath she'd been holding. Allowing the tears caused by Seth's intense reaction to fall, Lizzie laid her hand on the wall to keep from falling, closed her eyes and counted to ten.

Wonder if there’s a psychiatrist who makes house calls to the deserted island I’m going to buy? The sound of her own voice echoing through the rafters was comforting in a way she simply couldn’t describe and refused to analyze too closely. Spoiling the magic would spoil the only true defense she’d been able to conjure. "Or he or she could send me recordings tied to the foot of a carrier pigeon? We could Skype if I could find Wi-Fi."

Pushing off the wall and straightening her spine, Lizzie rolled her shoulders and jerked off her gloves. Throwing them against the window, not waiting until they floated to the floor, she inhaled as deeply as she could, threw her fists in the air, and screamed with all her might. Every muscle in her body shook. Every neuron in her brain fired on all cylinders. It was the cathartic release of every endorphin, every ache, every pain, just everything that came from such an abhorrent influx of another’s mental state.

Cleansing was what one of her therapists had said. Fucking release was how Lizzie thought of it.

Gasping for air, she grasped the railing, her latest painting, one in a series of three named Shadow Man, sitting on the easel caught her eye. The