Dragon Falling: Dragon intelligence Agency, #1

By Julia Mills

Can Love, a Legend and a Destiny written in the stars defeat evil and mend two broken hearts?

 

Can this brave young Witch find the answers she so desperately needs? Will her knight in shining Dragon scales apprehend the person who murdered her parents? Or will the Evil lurking in the desert's sweltering heat claim another life?

 

Only Destiny knows the answers, and She's not talking.

But one thing's for sure: Fate Will Not Be Denied, and neither will sexy Agent Evans.

 

Meet the DRAGON INTELLIGENCE AGENCY!

Get ready for mystery and intrigue, good guys taking on the bad guys, and LOTS of steamy romance!

These Dragons refuse to give up! They are Superheroes in Scales, and they are here to Save The Day!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julia Mills
• Release date: Apr 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224701537

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Dragon Falling

Dragon Falling Copyright © 2024 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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DRAGON FALLING

Can Love, a Legend and a Destiny written in the stars defeat evil and mend two broken hearts?

Can this brave young Witch find the answers she so desperately needs? Will her knight in shining Dragon scales apprehend the person who murdered her parents? Or will the Evil lurking in the desert's sweltering heat claim another life?

Only Destiny knows the answers, and She's not talking. But one thing's for sure: Fate Will Not Be Denied, and neither will sexy Agent Evans.

Meet the DRAGON INTELLIGENCE AGENCY!

Get ready for mystery and intrigue, good guys taking on the bad guys, and LOTS of steamy romance!

These Dragons refuse to give up! They are Superheroes in Scales, and they are here to Save The Day!

INDEX OF THE ORIGINAL LANGUAGE OF THE DRAGON KIN

DRAGON FALLING

GAELIC

Mo Grhá……….My Love

Mo Chroí……….My Heart

M ’ionmhas………My Treasure

Mo gu bràth goal……….My Forever Love

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

Epilogue

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1

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Why am I doing this? I’m not even sure I should be doing this. Arrrgghhh.

You’ll be fine, her sister laughed. And growling is not gonna help.

I don't know about all that, and growling might help, Ellie added, with the tiniest bit of humor she could muster as she stepped back from the mirror. First of all, I've never gone anywhere outside our little town for more than a night, two at the most. This is…

This is the chance you've been waiting for, Celia, her older, very pregnant, and incredibly persistent sibling, reassured. Patting Ellie on the shoulder, adding a little push of confidence through the Magical Bond they shared, the older MacLeish added, You need to get out there. See the world. Practice standing on your own two feet. You'll be twenty-nine next week, and you know…

Yes, Ellie sighed, running her fingers through long, red hair. I am well aware of what happens at the stroke of midnight on my twenty-ninth year. Letting her head fall forward, her chin hit her chest, and she huffed the bangs off her forehead, At least Cinderella got to go to a damned ball before her coach turned back into a punkin, the attendants went back to being mice, and she lost her blasted shoe.

"You get to go to an amazing resort, have an amazing time, do amazing things, and then you get to come home with all your shoes. What could be better than that?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, amazing. And let us not forget that Brenna McKennon–one of the Legendary McKennon Witches. Actually, the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter who was married to the seventh son, yeah, that Brenna McKennon. Talk about no pressure. You know the soft-spoken Brenna McKennon, with more Magic in her little finger than most of us our in our whole bodies, will be watching over my shoulder to be sure I don't blow something up or lose my ever-lovin’ mind. Goddess knows having one of the Legendary McKennon Witches there will give me loads of time to relax and forget about my troubles."

Ha! Celia barked with laughter. Brenna will be leading the charge into whatever mischief can be found. For as long as I've known her, that so-called soft-spoken Witch has always been right at the center of the action. She winked and wrinkled her nose. Don't you worry even a little bit about Brenna. Now that she's not the 'littlest sister' to six 'big sisters,' she's come out of her shell, just like when we were kids and she used to come here during the summer. Remember? She was footloose and fancy-free. She's gonna help you let your hair down and have fun. 

Oh, great, that's just great. If Brenna's footloose and fancy-free, then I better just stay here, at home, where it's safe. Lifting her head, suddenly filled with the hope that she wouldn't have to leave the security of Ranch MacLeish in south Texas, in the middle of the Chihuahuan Desert, Ellie spun on her toes. I mean, come on. You just said it yourself. Brenna's feelin’ her oats. Lovin’ her freedom. Are you sure she’s not too busy to be hangin’ out and havin' fun with me? I mean, that I don’t go crazy and try to kill myself or somebody else? Laying her hand on her sister’s arms, she winked. And if I stay, I can help you finish the nursery. Heaven only knows when that man of yours will get back. Being the Leader, the Tiercel of the Walton Regal Hawks has been keeping him busy lately. He's still out scouting for the Council of Others. I think you need me to stay. Don't you agree?

Arching a single eyebrow, her mouth turning downward in a way-too-big-sisterly frown, Celia slowly shook her head. No way. You are going, and that's all there is to it. Barbara MacAllen will be checking on me two or three times a day. She's already started baking and cooking, freezing my favorites, so I don't have to step foot in the kitchen except to pop something into the microwave. And those big, ole boys of hers, the one without a Mate yet and Heath, because Maggie Mae already volunteered him, are more than capable of painting the nursery and putting the last coat of varnish on momma's old rocking chair.

At the mention of her mother, Ellie's heart clenched, and her breath hitched. It had been three years since both her parents were found dead in the middle of the desert. No signs of a struggle. Not a mark on either one of them. Not even a whiff of Magic–good or bad–to be found. They were just dead. Or, as the coroner's report stated, 'Ceased to be alive.'

Stupid, fucking way to say somebody passed away if you ask me…

The police–both human and Paranormal–had investigated for thirteen excruciating months. The best Detectives the Witch's Council had were still on the case. But no one was any closer to finding out what had happened or who had committed such a heinous crime, than the day their bodies were found.

The only clue that turned up, and it was almost blown away with the winds of a tornado after being missed by the initial crime scene people, was the print of the back half of a boot heel, deep in the sand to the left of her father's head. It seemed too easy. It was like it had been planted. Somebody murdered two highly skilled, extremely Powerful Witches without leaving so much as a scratch on either one of them, then inadvertently forgot to kick away their footprints.

At first, Ellie was sure the investigators were following ghosts. She even told the Grand Priestess of the Council that everyone was wasting their time, but then she saw the cast of the print setting on the Sherriff's desk.

There it was. Plain as day. The three heads of the Chimera.

There hadn't been enough air in the room. Black dots danced before Ellie's eyes. Falling into the closet chair, the voice in the back of her head repeated her father's low, ominous warning, Three heads seen in the moon. Blood spilled by noon.

For as long as she could remember, her parents had been caring, loving people who gave anyone the shirts off their backs if it would help, but things changed when the Chimera Tribe tried to settle in the desert not far from the back of their Ranch. She'd never seen her father so furious and her mother so worried. After a lengthy discussion over several days with the Elders, the Enforcers of the Council 'relocated' the Chimera, but things were never quite the same.

Her dad was always on alert, jumping at every sound, never able to sit still for even a moment. Sadly, the worst part of it all was that he never played his guitar again. It was something he'd always done. Their family singalongs were some of the best memories she had, and it all simply ended the day the Chimera Tribe appeared. Even worse, her mom spent hours in the root cellar, drying herbs, creating new wards, and preparing for what looked like war. The air was so thick with tension and fury that Ellie could've cut it with a knife.

After talking to her sister and brother-in-law, she went to the DIA–Dragon Intelligence Agency branch of their local Sheriff's department–with the information. She showed them her father's journals and let them make copies of his notes on the Chimera, and the ancient Black Magic the Tribe was known to conjure. The officers assured her they would follow up, and they did. Not that it did any good. Being nomads, the Chimera were always on the run, never staying in one place for long. It made them damned near impossible to track.

That one fact had always bothered her the most. It had never made sense. What made a nomadic Tribe suddenly decide to put down roots? In the Chihuahuan Desert? Right behind the MacLeish Ranch?

Months later, seemingly out of thin air, an Agent of the DIA office out of San Anton knocked on Ellie's door. Tall, dark, and handsome, Special Agent Ranger Evans explained that he'd been tracking the Chimera for almost six years. He told her of other cases in other towns in other states that mirrored her parents' murder.

The trail of dead bodies seemed endless and only served to confirm what Ellie already knew–they were never going to catch the people who had killed her mom and dad.

Then Ranger showed her pictures from other crime scenes. The markings were just like the boot print found by her father's head–the only difference was where the authorities found them. Some were stamped in the mud, some carved into trees, and others painted in the victims' blood on whatever surface the perpetrator could find. It hadn't been a fluke. The Chimera had meant to tell the world that they'd killed not only Matthew and Gretchen MacLeish but many others who had gotten in their way and thwarted their diabolic wants and horrific needs. Other people from other Supernatural Races that were Powerful in their own unique ways.

Ellie was hopeful for the first time in a long time. Not only that, the person or persons who took her parents' lives would finally be caught, and they would be made to pay. Justice would finally be served, not just for her family but for all the others as well.

Along the way, another interesting fact came to light. Ellie was sure that Ranger Evans was her Mate. Tall, six-foot-six, if he was an inch, with dark, curly hair that refused to be tamed, light brown eyes that seemed to shimmer and shine no matter what he was talking about, and an olive complexion from being out in the sun for most of his life, made the man irresistible.

He felt their connection, too. Of that, Ellie had no doubt. She'd seen the way his eyes glowed, and his pupils went from round to elliptical as his Dragon showed through, but he never made a move or acted on their attraction. He was always the perfect gentleman, and it drove her absolutely crazy.

Tired of waiting, her heart and soul longing for the connection of the one man the Universe had made for her, Ellie started dropping hints. On several occasions, during the three days Agent Evans was in Valentine, she even tried to flirt, but nothing happened. He was holding back, keeping his distance, remaining professional. She could feel the conflict within him.

None of it made any sense. Everything Ellie had ever heard about Dragons said they were passionate, no-holds-barred, take-what-they-wanted, unstoppable Beings, especially when in the vicinity of their Mate. Apparently, she'd been paired with the Winged Warrior who could control the effects of the Mating Bond.

Lucky me…

Chalking it up to bad timing, maybe a miscue in her Magic, or simply silly wishful thinking, Ellie held back her tears and waved goodbye. He said he would be in touch, but he never was. He said he would return to the desert, but he never did.

She knew he had a busy job and hoped that his lack of communication was a simple case of no news was good news. As the days passed, her only hope was to get a call about her parents' case, but that never happened either.  

Time dragged on, and there was no news at all. She called the Witch's Council and was told they had all available resources on the case, but that was the last she ever heard. With every passing day, Ellie was more convinced that the boot print found at her parents' crime scene had been left before the Chimera were given the heave-ho. She even entertained the idea that someone had planted it just to incriminate the Chimera and throw everyone off the trail of the real killer.

Then the dreams started…

The night of her last birthday, after