Dance of the Dragon Sorceress

By: Heather Rainier

Tangere Tales 3

Dance of the Dragon Sorceress

Basile and Rainger are sworn to defend and foster the baby dragons of the Eastern Kingdom. While searching for the heir to the dragon king's throne, they fall under the spell of a bewitching brunette. Desire takes a back seat to duty because they must find the baby dragon before it falls into the hands of the evil queen, Draconia.

Seeking shelter from a storm for herself and the odd little stray she picked up, Elaina takes refuge in the stronghold of the Knights of the Order of the Dragon. She's discovered sound asleep with the tiny dragon king curled up beside her, and mayhem ensues when the prince, the huntsman, and the seven knights learn firsthand she's not some damsel in distress.

When Draconia learns of the enchanting beauty who has stolen the hearts of the men whom she desires for herself, she sets a plan into motion that endangers Basile and Rainger's love for Elaina before it's barely begun.




DEDICATION





These stories required a stretch outside of my comfort zone. As long as I’ve wanted to be a writer, I’ve wanted to pen my own versions of these classic fairy tales. I didn’t know if I had what it took to step out of the contemporary world of Divine, Texas and give readers something a little different. But step out I did, and I am blessed to have several people to dedicate this series to.

The Tangere Tales are dedicated to my husband, who has taught me more than any other person about what it means to stretch out of your comfort zone.

They’re also dedicated to my friend, Morgan Ashbury, who checked all my French and verified that there is definitely a difference between “fucking French” and “French fucking.” (No offense to the French intended.)

And for the first time ever, this dedication extends to my very own lovely daughter, Juliet. She helped me plot the trilogy, laughing over dialogue, devising original fantasy places and names, and assisted in crafting secondary characters that are as entertaining as Fleur, Doop-Doop, and Flappy hopefully are.

Lastly, this series is dedicated to Lily, Angie, all the Facebook group admins, all the readers and bloggers, a phenomenal editor, and to my absolutely fantastic publisher, Diana. She was the one who told me, “Anything can happen!” She was right.



Seize the day, baby!

Love, Heather





Prologue




Mount Rainier National Park



Elaina White balanced on the cusp of a dilemma. In the pitch-black cave tunnel in front of her, she heard sounds of certain distress. On the other hand—literally—her vintage Timex Indiglo told her that it was now five minutes into this excursion and time for her to head back to the mouth of the cavern she stood in.

If she continued forward, she had no idea how long the flickering LED lightbulb in her tiny flashlight would hold up. She’d gotten it, along with a couple of others, as freebies at a writer’s convention, from one of her favorite authors, Veronica Benedict, along with her autograph and a nice long gander at the hot cowboy who’d been hanging out with her at her table. Not a model but one of her husbands—

“Mmmm-mmmeee!”

Scoffing, she whispered, “Head in the game, toots. This is not a time to be thinking about hot cowboys in denim, leather, Stetsons, and boots, and Lord have mercy, is it hot in here or is it just—”

“Mmmm-mmmeee!”

“Okay, I hear ya. The girls will wait an extra few minutes for me. Hang tight, pussy, I’m coming in!”

That is so wrong, on so many levels. You should be ashamed of yourself.

She held the flashlight up, trying to maximize the scant illumination. It flickered, and she bopped the end with the palm of her hand.

“Ms. Benedict, honey, we gotta talk about your promo suppliers,” she muttered, as bopping the flashlight only succeeded in making it go out completely. “Well crap. Don’t worry, sweetie! I’ll save you. Just don’t move. I’ve gotta feel around for you.”

“Mmmmmeee-mmmeee!” The distressed call tugged at her heart. Maybe it was afraid of the dark. I thought cats could see in the dark.

She and her best friends, Angel Hunter and Caresse Baker, had decided they needed a girls’ camping weekend away. Away from a cheating ex-fiancé, in Angel’s case, away from work, in her case, and, in Caresse’s case, the somewhat insistent need for an excursion into the wilderness.

Their families had been friends for a long time, and they’d grown up together going on camping trips, and the spot they’d set up in had long been the favorite. It’d been especially meaningful to Caresse’s adoptive parents since it had been the spot where they’d found her, abandoned as an infant.

Angel, Caresse, and Elaina had barely gotten the campsite put together when a large white cat had flitted past, looking like dinner for some hungry predator. The cat appeared as though it was used to living the high life, and the girls couldn’t stand the thought of it possibly being hurt or killed in the forest.

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