Thursday, May 29, 2014

Dragon's Chase
by Mina Carter
Paranormal Romance

He’s found his mate. But can he convince her that
he’s her man?

Working for the Paranormal Protection Agency has never been
boring, but shadow-dragon Duke didn’t expect to meet his mate in the line of
duty. He certainly didn’t expect a warrior every inch his match, or for her to
slap him across the ass with her tail and take off across the city.

With Baron on a very personal protection detail, Duke has
to fly solo on the pair’s investigation into the warlock who nearly killed
Baron’s mate. Just one problem, his mate is working with the warlock. So, dead
or alive, he has to bring her in…

She found the one thing she didn’t want. Her mate.
Now she needs to get rid of him before he ruins her mission…

Sleeping for centuries has it’s drawbacks, Chase knew that
going in. What she didn’t expect was to wake with a Warlock’s spelled collar
around her neck and to find her charge, the Queen’s daughter, in a cage. Vowing
to free them both will take skill and strength and she doesn’t need the
distraction of a hot as hell male dragon trying to make his claim on her. Even
though her heart aches to complete their joining, she can’t. Not yet.

The mission, or her heart. Can she have both? Or
will she need one to complete the other?

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Meet Mina:

Mina was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable occupation these days.
So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all…
(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)
The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.

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Dragon’s Chase Excerpt © 2014 Mina Carter

Some dragons had all the luck.
Tucking a strand of hair the wind had blown across his face
behind one ear, Duke watched his brother helping a diminutive female—his new
mate, Honor Croft—into a waiting cab.
Testament to the heavy shit that had just gone down, events
that included a horde of Red Caps and a crazed warlock trying to kill the girl
the PPA had been paid to protect, heavily armed guards surrounded the vehicle,
watching everything around them closely. As a group, they breathed a sigh of
relief when Baron slid into the vehicle next to his mate and shut the door. As
experienced as all the guards were, they were still a little wary of the big
dragon. They were around both brothers.
Duke paid them no mind, transferring his attention back to
the new couple, just visible through the windows of the cab. His brother was
one lucky bastard. Not only had he saved the day, but he’d gotten the girl as
Finding their soul mates had been on both brothers’ minds
since they understood the difference between little girl and little boy dragons
and now Baron had found his. He could hold her in his arms, keep her safe, and
Duke was as jealous as all hell.
Of course, Baron would probably have appreciated not dying
first. Duke sure as fuck would have preferred not to watch his brother breathe
his last breath, broken body bleeding out onto the concrete beneath his feet.
But true love conquered all…. That’s what they said, and the gamble Duke had
taken when he’d made Honor eat the rarest ‘diamond’ in existence; a Dragon’s
It had worked, the lucky son of a bitch had been healed and
now Baron and Honor were on their way to a safe-house where Honor could be
protected. And practice making little baby shadow-dragons if the twinkle in
Baron’s eye was anything to go by. Which left Duke to track down the murderous
bastard who had tried to kill his brother’s mate, and find the she-dragon who
had taunted and teased him until he didn’t know up from down.
A she-dragon. His mate. He’d been so surprised
that he’d almost fallen out of the sky. Then she’d slapped him across the ass
with her tail and run away….
Duke’s lips compressed into a thin line. Oh, she’d pay for
that. He just had to find her first.
Crouching, he gathered the energy within himself, holding it
deep inside as a rolling mass of chaos. It built, simmering like inferno-heated
champagne as the bubbles tried to escape at high velocity. His scales tried to
push through his skin, and his bones ached with the pressure of holding the
change back. With a roar he leapt into the air and let it all go. His
dragon-form exploded out from his body like some nightmare-inducing jack in the
The roar deepened as his throat changed, and he snapped his
wings out to their full spread. A soft click sounded deep in his throat a
second before a gout of flame lit the night sky. Beating his wings, he took no
more than a few seconds to reach the top of the Croft building. He circled it,
using the tiniest of air currents to glide in a graceful loop.
Guards scurried over the roof, looking like ants to his
non-human vision. Heat rose from them, bringing the scent of blood and soft
flesh to his nostrils. Instinctively his mouth watered. So soft and
crunchy…most humanoids made great snacks.
As if sensing his thoughts, the guard on the corner turned
and looked at him, his eyes flashing amber in warning as an earthy scent hit
Duke’s nostrils. Werewolf then. Yeah, not so good if the snack was more than
capable of clawing its way out of your belly through your ribcage. Talk about
aggressive indigestion.
Movement at the corner of his eye got his attention. Turning
his head, Duke spotted Iliona—his boss— motioning him to land. He lifted his
wing and banked sharply in mid-air, scattering the guards below. Heavy
wing-beats kept him hovering in the air just above the human woman, her arms
folded and hair whipping about her face as she waited for him to land.
The instant he touched down with a claw, he called the
change and folded his dragon-form neatly back within the man. A roll of his
neck reset the shirt across his shoulders, his clothes thankfully reappearing
when he made the change back to human, and he took the last few steps to stand
in front the Paranormal Protection Agency’s head honcho.

As always, she wore a smart business suit. No skirt this
time, but pants, and her jacket hung open. Two things caught Duke’s attention.
The ornate pendant at her throat pulsed with power, pulling at the dragon part
of him. Pretty and powerful, such a trinket was everything the creature loved
and his fingers itched with the need to reach out and touch it. He resisted,
curled them into fists at his side as he flicked a glance down at the Glock in
the holster playing peekaboo through the open edges of her jacket. The fact
that she packed heat to match the sheathed knife the other side made him blink.
It was serious when the boss came out on site fully armed...

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