The jukebox seemed to stop the moment Aimee entered the bar, several heads turned towards the door and she could hear some poorly covered gasps, yes ladies and gents, the wild child has returned she thought to herself, proudly raising her head and looking at each member daring to stare at her directly in the eyes.Her presence crackled with violence and confidence as she sauntered up to the bar, raising an eyebrow at the rotter sitting on her barstool; the middle-aged woman quickly vacated her seat, clearly not willing to get into things with

Dedicated to my eldest daughter Hayley, turning 13 today and never doubting my ability to write these books, Happy birthday sweetheart xx Long ago when this world was young, ancient beings roamed freely, living off the land and their skills, survival a natural way of life, as deeply engrained as the desire to breathe.Within this world two young lovers gave birth to a special little girl, whom they called Vilinelle; and she was a symbol of the best parts of every living thing wrapped up in one tiny form.As Vilinelle grew

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas  Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.The sound of the door being rammed downstairs caused Lisbeth to grab Ragnar and Gio, holding onto them protectively as Frederico burst into the nursery, "The guards are here, my love. There is no more time." Lisbeth handed Gio over with a gentle kiss, and her eyes filled with tears as she looked at the ma

"My birthday?"Down Adrastus plummeted, a vision of jagged rocks tormenting his mind as he struggled to comprehend why his cousins would do this. Why did they want him dead? It was a keen sense of betrayal that curled its way through his body as his closest friends watched from above, and liquid fire ran so hotly through his veins it itched. Suddenly his skin felt too tight on his body, and Adrastus wondered if everyone's last moments were like these.

Sometimes living amongst the clouds made it difficult to know when one year ended and another began. And so it was for Adrastus.His form had filled out to a mass of rippling sinew and muscle. Adrastus's voice was deep, seductive, and pulled at the heartstrings of even the most cynical young maiden in Asgard. And therein lay the problem for Loki.His charge was nearing the mating age for dragons, and although they never spoke about it, Adrastus was aware that he was the only