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Drakon's Promise
Book 1: Blood of the Drakon
by N.J. Walters

Darius Varkas is a drakon. He's neither human nor dragon.

He's both.

He's also the target of an ancient order who want to capture all drakons for their blood. When fresh, a drakon's blood can cure any illness and prolong a human's life, and the Knights will stop at nothing to get it.

When librarian Sarah Anderson stumbles across a rare book belonging to the Knights of the Dragon, she's quickly thrust into a dangerous world of secrets and shifters and things she never would have believed possible. When the Knights realize Sarah has a secret of her own, she becomes just as much a target as Darius. Her scary dragon shifter just might be her best chance at survival.

"In “Drakon's Promise” you get a fight between good and evil as well as a battle between dragon and human...This is another winner from this author. I highly recommend this first book in this series."
4 1/2 Stars-Lisa Jung, Night Owl Reviews

"I highly recommend this new series for paranormal lovers."
4 Stars-Cori, Reading in Pajamas

"Fast paced and fascinating, I didn't want to put it down."
5 Stars-Stuck in Books

"There are so many great twists in the story I found it difficult to put the book down!...I have no idea when book 2 will be released but I need it!"
4 1/2 Stars-The Book Disciple

Excerpt from Drakon's Promise
©2016 N.J. Walters

“You’re what?” She shook her head in disbelief, certain she must have misheard him.

But he looked as shocked as she felt. She got the feeling he hadn’t meant to say what he had. Then he shook his head and met her gaze. “I’m a drakon. The son of a dragon and a human female.”

Could her day get any worse? Yes, yes, it could, because Darius obviously believed what he was saying. She was trapped in a luxury penthouse apartment with a man who thought he was part dragon and part human.

“And how did this happen, if dragons haven’t existed on the earth for more than four thousand years?” Time to inject a little reason into the conversation. He couldn’t be totally crazy, not if he’d built a business empire. Or, at least, that’s what she was banking on.

Maybe he’d played too many of those fantasy role-playing games as a teenager. Maybe he’d never stopped.

He raked his fingers through his thick black hair. “I’m just a little over four thousand years old, Sarah.”

“You don’t look a day over two thousand,” she quipped. When he didn’t laugh at her joke, she hopped off the stool and backed away from him. He sighed and came around the counter. She held out her hands to ward him off. Not that it would do much good considering how much larger he was than her. “Stay back.”

“I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He did seem sorry, but that didn’t change the situation.

“And you didn’t think telling me that you’re a drakon and you’ve been around for thousands of years would freak me out?” Because she was honestly finding it hard to breathe. Her chest tightened and her throat constricted.

“Calm down, Sarah. No one is going to hurt you.”

“And I’m supposed to take your word for that?” The fierce expression on his face made her wish she’d kept her mouth shut. He’d been concerned before. Now he was angry.

She took another step back and stumbled. Darius lunged forward and caught her before her butt hit the floor. He pulled her tightly against him, with his arms banded around her.

God, he smelled good. She’d noticed earlier, when she’d cried all over him, but had been too upset to enjoy it. It was a combination of man and a woodsy scent that was both stimulating and relaxing at the same time.

She was attracted to a crazy man. It had been that kind of a day. “You can let me go now,” she told him.

“No.” He scooped her into his arms. “No, I really can’t.”

Drakon's Prey
Book 2: Blood of the Drakon
by N.J. Walters

Valeriya Azarov turned her back on the family business to write and illustrate children’s books. But with a sister who leads the Knights of the Dragon, it’s impossible to get away from the secret society whose mission is to destroy and enslave dragons. When information falls into her hands along with the opportunity to save at least one of the ancient creatures, she can’t turn away any longer.

When a woman moves into the cabin above Tarrant Cooper’s secret underground lair, he’s both suspicious and intrigued. He hasn’t lasted four thousand years being careless, so when he suspects her of being a part of the Knights, the plan is to kidnap her and find out how much the organization knows about him and his brothers.

He’s drawn to Valeriya, but trusting her could get him killed. Even if she’s a pawn in the war between drakons and Knights, giving her his heart would mean forever.

"DRAKON'S PREY is absolutely amazing!...filled with everything paranormal and romance readers want and more. "
Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction

"I’m loving this series and I can’t wait for the next book!"
4.5 Stars-Cori, Reading in Pajamas

"WOW!!! I just KNEW that the brother(s) would come through for me in this series and I can honestly say THANK GOODNESS!!!!! [...] Talk about hot and steamy."
4 Stars-Christina, The Jeep Diva

"It just keeps getting better and better. Wonder which brother we will get next..."
4.25 Stars-Izy, A Fortress of Books

Excerpt from Drakon's Prey
©2017 N.J. Walters

“What’s your name?” she suddenly demanded. She’d kissed him and didn’t even know his name.

He opened the refrigerator door and pulled out several packages.

“Hey.” She knew it was crazy to demand anything from this man, but she was past all caution. “I asked you a question.”

“And if I answer it, you’ll never be able to leave here.” The way he said it, with little inflection, stopped her in her tracks.

It was a variation of “If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.” It was used in the movies all the time, but Valeriya didn’t think this man was joking. “We both know I’m never getting out of here anyway, so why don’t you tell me who you are?” Maybe if she befriended him, she could get him to release her.

And then where would she go? The Knights were everywhere.

She swayed as her knees went weak. All she’d wanted to do was warn Darius Varkas about the Knights and go back home to her life. Now she feared she was truly going to die.

“What the hell?” Her captor was around the counter and caught her before she hit the floor. He scooped her up as though she weighed nothing and set her on one of the stools on the far side of the island. “Are you all right?” He hovered beside her but was no longer touching her.

It was as though he was afraid to touch her. She wasn’t sure if that was for her benefit or for his. She should be trying to figure out a way to escape, fighting the growing attraction she had for her captor. She wasn’t a guest here, but an unwilling visitor.

Unfortunately, it didn’t quite feel that way. It suddenly occurred to her that her intuition was silent. Yes, he was a very dangerous man, no doubt about it, but she didn’t feel as though he was a danger to her.

Her gift had chosen a really bad time to go haywire.

“What does it matter, if you’re going to kill me?” She’d rather get it over with than to drag it out indefinitely. And she really didn’t want to be tortured.

He swore, long and fluently, and in a language she didn’t understand. Did that mean he wasn’t American, or did he simply know other languages?

“Tarrant. My name is Tarrant. And I told you I wasn’t going to kill you.”

She rested her elbows on the counter to steady herself. “For now. You said you weren’t going to kill me right now.”

He swore again. “No one is killing anyone.

Coming July 3rd!
Drakon's Plunder
Book 3: Blood of the Drakon
by N.J. Walters

Life is not going well for archaeologist Sam Bellamy. She’s stuck in the middle of the ocean on a salvage boat with people who want her dead. It wasn’t her gift for being able to sense objects of power that got her here, rather her need to make a secret society called the Knights of the Dragon pay for killing her mentor. Sam doesn’t believe in dragons, but the Knights do, and if she can get one of the sacred artifacts they’re searching for away from them, she’ll consider it payback.

Ezra Easton is content to run his marine salvage company and live alone on his private island. He may be a four-thousand-year-old water drakon, but he’s civilized enough to know just because he pulls an injured woman from the ocean, doesn’t mean he gets to keep her...

When she wakes up, she has a few tall tales to share, and it seems the Knights are after her. But this drakon won’t give up his treasure.

"Danger, romance and sexy dragons…I loved it!"
4.5 Stars-Cori, Reading in Pajamas

"I highly recommend to any dragon or drakon lover because this book was awesome and action-packed!"
5 Unicorns-Cassandra Loskot, Cassandra Lost in Books

Excerpt from Drakon's Plunder
©2017 N.J. Walters

Ezra was in his human form about twenty feet from the boat, trying to decide on the best way to sneak onboard, when he first caught sight of the woman creeping along the port side. With his preternatural vision, he could see perfectly. It was obvious she was trying to hide. She had a black wool hat pulled down over her head, was swathed in a large dark coat, and moved furtively along the deck, keeping to the shadows.

He glanced at the bow of the ship where the lone guard stood, cigarette in hand. Ezra had circled the boat twice already, and this seemed to be the only man keeping watch outside.

Who was the woman, and what was she doing?

His dragon stirred inside, wanting him to move closer. He glided until he was only about fifteen feet away. She glanced over her shoulder, but he knew she couldn’t see him in the dark.

He watched while she untied the rubber dinghy and dropped it into the water. Was she leaving? Curiosity piqued, he drifted closer and watched her frantically trying to find the paddle. He sensed her relief when she finally found it. Seconds later, she began to paddle.

A spotlight came on, shining right at the dinghy. Ezra managed to duck beneath the waves and swim into the shadows before it caught him in its glow. By the time he surfaced, a man was standing on the deck with a gun pointed at the woman.

A slow anger began to burn inside Ezra.

“You didn’t really think I bought the whole story about there being nothing in the urn but a necklace, did you, Sam?”

To give the woman credit, she didn’t stop paddling. “You wanted gold, Aaron. Now you have some. That necklace is worth a small fortune.”

“But it’s nowhere near as valuable as what you have in your pocket.” He laughed when her hand went to her jacket. “I knew the second you went back to the lab. There’s nowhere on this ship you can go without me knowing about it. Now stop.” He fired a shot that landed just in front of the dinghy. Sam set the paddle down on the floor of the boat.

“I can’t let you have this.”

Ezra could tell the woman was terrified but was trying to appear brave. He wondered what she had that was more valuable than gold. Whatever it was, it was probably what he’d come here to retrieve.

She pulled a small plastic bag from her pocket and opened it. The angle she held it at made it impossible for Ezra to see what was inside. The man on deck began to swear. “Don’t do anything stupid,” he warned her. “We can talk about this.”

She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I’ve always known you planned to kill me. Just like you killed Brian.”

“Who the hell is Brian?” the man demanded.

She held the open bag out over the rim of the dinghy, perilously close to the waves. “Brian was my mentor. He was the only family I had. Well, you can all rot in hell before I’ll give you this book. If I can’t have it, no one can.”

What had Ezra stumbled into? A power play among members of the Knights? Those in the lower ranks of the society frequently jockeyed for position, often killing one another to move upward. There was little honor among them.

He didn’t like thinking that about the woman, but he didn’t know what else to believe. His dragon didn’t like her talking about another man, even if she spoke of him as though he was family. He struggled to keep the creature in check and stay in his human form. Now was not the time to shift. Not yet.

“Come on, Sam,” the man called Aaron cajoled. “We can work this out. There’s no reason for you to do this.”

“I can’t.” She shook her head and looked resigned.

“That’s really too bad.” Aaron raised his weapon.

Ezra realized what he was about to do and rocketed through the water, shifting on the fly. His dragon became a living torpedo with a single target.

A shot rang out just as he rammed the Integrity. He heard men yelling as the boat shuddered and shook and began to take on water from the huge hole in the bow. Ezra circled and rammed the ship again, this time driving it onto its side.

He used his powerful wings to propel him underwater and back to the side of the dinghy. It had also taken on water when the bigger vessel faltered. The woman—Sam—lay on her side on the bottom of the small boat, blood mixing with the seawater puddled around her.

There was no time to waste. He grabbed the line from the dinghy in his mouth and began to swim, cutting through the water. He had no idea how badly she’d been wounded. He wasn’t even quite sure why he cared, but he did.

He couldn’t let her die. He needed to know more about her, why she was with the Knights, and what was in that bag she’d been holding.