Kort lunged forward and threw out his arm at Magnus, his finger accusing. “You stay off that damn dragon until he learns how to land … hell, until he learns how to fly!”
Mia stomped forward, the challenge clear in her eyes. “How the hell’s he supposed to learn those things if I don’t show him?”
“That’s not your job!”
“He’s my dragon. It is my job! If you think for one minute I’m going to let you keep me from him–”
“You could have died, Mia!” She was so beautiful like this, hot, angry, and full of life. In one breath Kort wanted to turn her over his lap and spank her supple little ass, and yet in the next he wanted to take her into his arms, comfort her, and tenderly tell her of his concern, of his love for her. Hell, she infuriated him, and left him speechless. He heaved in deep breaths conflicted with what to say to her next.
My snippet is from my novel Chalvaren Rising, coming this summer from Boroughs Publishing Group.
Sometimes I feel like a Reader without a country. Most of the fantasy works out in the world of fiction don’t have enough romance for me. Maybe it’s the world building that takes too much of the page? Then, on the other hand, most of the romance I read lacks that fantasy touch I crave.
What’s a girl to do? I decided to write the book I wanted to read. I created a new fantasy realm, The Kingdom of Chalvaren, and I infused it with the sort of romance I want. Kort and Mia have found each other in this new world, and watching them navigate their way through it while building their romance makes for some heated exchanges.
I’ve been reading on the web there’s an upturn in Intelligent Readers who crave this genre – #FantasyRomance – and I’m thrilled. Honestly, it seems like the perfect marriage of story to me. Dragons, magic, sword & sorcery, and a couple on a quest to show me they know their love’s worth fighting for – Yeah, now we’re talking, folks. That’s the kind of story I want to read.