The Mountain King by Emma Alisyn
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It wasn't easy raising three girls with Fae blood in the Outlands. If Kailigh wasn't busy chasing them out of the local taverns, she was busy teaching them to hunt, shoot and kill- to fight against flesh traffickers from the Cities, prowling town for girls to send to rich patrons.
Maddugh’s amber eyes slashed into Kailigh. “No fire?” He snorted. “You’re coming with me. Now.”
Kailigh stood, locking her knees. “I don’t appreciate your tone of voice.”
“No?” He strolled closer, stepping close enough she wanted to reach for her knife, and stuck his face in hers. “I don’t care if you care for my tone of voice or not. We have a bargain, and you can’t fulfill it if you are dead, mistress.” He lifted a finger, touched her cheek. “Careful, Kailigh. If you renege on a bargain with a dragon—you become part of his hoarde.”
The low, nearly intimate tone told Kai one thing—he wanted her to become part of his hoarde. If she reneged on the bargain, it would be the pretext he needed to get what he wanted. Kailigh understood what he wanted on the surface—but she didn’t understand why he looked at her as if what he wanted, and she herself, were intertwined.
She tried to take a step back and her body betrayed her, adrenaline dropping to allow the effect of the poison to make itself known. He caught her as her knees crumpled, swinging her up into his arms.
Mountain King has a heat level of 3-4 (one to two intimate scenes with softer language.) Readers who enjoy titles from Emma's favorite authors like May Sage and Grace Draven will enjoy Mountain King.
Maddugh turned, tail dropping in front of her with a certain finality, lip drawing up to reveal a fang.
She glared. “Get out of my way, you oversized forest toad.”
Amnan coughed. “Mistress, we have things well in hand. Further bloodshed will—”
“Make my point.”
She danced around the tail, swiping her scarlet skirts out of the way. Maddugh snorted, and his form contracted. Kailigh took advantage and strode past him, Persia going to Cinvarra.
“Father, you mentioned something about chomping if I put hands on your woman,” Amnan said.
“Get out of my way,” she snarled at the Dwyrkin who formed a guard in front of the prisoners.
An arm slid around her waist. “Temper, Kai,” Maddugh said in her ear. “We need to see to your wound, and Cinvarra. Come, let the guards take away the bad nasty humans.”
He continued to talk, in what he likely thought were soothing, persuasive tones, drawing her away. Kailigh didn’t resist because she knew he was right—Cin came before her desire to cut someone. She noted out of the corner of her eye that Amnan gestured hastily, and the guards ushered the prisoners away. Quickly.
“Bloodthirsty wench,” Maddugh said. “I approve the sentiment, if not the practicality of it in this situation.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Emma Alisyn writes paranormal romance because being a SAHM isn't like how it is on television. Her lions, tigers, and bears will most interest readers who like their alphas strong, protective and smokin' hot; their heroines feisty, brainy and bootilicious; and their stories with lots of chemistry, tension and plenty of tender moments.
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