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Book 1: Blood of the Drakon
by N.J. Walters
Darius Varkas is a drakon. He's neither human nor dragon.
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."
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."
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
"If you like secret societies, dragon shifters, and fated mates, you will enjoy Drakon's Plunder!"
4 Stars-Samantha, The Book Disciple
"Oh my gods what a book! I truly love this series by N.J. Walters. They are so well-written and such a joy to read. And what a new perspective she has on dragon kind. I am so ready for the next book."
-Kimmie Sue's Book Review
"I loved this book."
-Behind Closed Doors Book Review
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.
Book 4: Blood of the Drakon
by N.J. Walters
Constance Owens has a gift for finding unique items in the most unlikely places, which comes in handy since she buys and sells artifacts and antiques for a living. When she purchases a set of four dragon statues, she has no idea just how unique they are, or that finding them will thrust her into a world of secret societies, men who think nothing of kidnapping and murder to get what they want, and dragon shifters.
Nic hasn't survived for four thousand years by letting his guard down, and he doesn't trust anyone except his drakon brothers. The loneliness haunting him has been getting worse since all his brothers have found their mates. And when he finds the woman his drakon recognizes instantly as his fated mate, he doubts he'll ever have what his brothers have, because it seems she's involved with the secret society of hunters who have been hunting and capturing his kind for hundreds of years.
"Drakon's Past had me completely spellbound from beginning to end..."
5 Stars-Stormy Vixen's Book Reviews
"Drakon's Past gives you the romance you want and the action you need!"
4 Stars-Samantha, The Book Disciple
"Drakon's Past was another astonishing and delightful read."
4 Stars-Angela, Angel's Guilty Pleasures
"It flows beautifully, making it a real page turner and enthralling read."
-Splashes Into Books
Excerpt from Drakon's Past
©2018 N.J. Walters
Nic didn't want to frighten Constance any more than she already was, but she deserved the truth. Jeremiah Dent was on the list of current members of the Knights that Tarrant was compiling. His brother would lose his mind if he knew what Nic was telling her. Too damn bad. He could no more lie to her than he could harm her.
Constance Owens was special.
There was something about her that made all his senses sing. He wanted about a month with her in his bed to sate his desires. Because he wanted her. More than he'd wanted a woman in a very long time.
That made her dangerous. It also made her irresistible. But first they had to deal with the Knights and rescue her sister. He only hoped they were able to do both without the Knights learning about him and without either of the women being harmed. It made him sick to his stomach how easily the Knights involved innocent people in their quest for power.
Of course, Tarrant would tell him no one was innocent. Or he would have before he met his Valeriya. His brother had mellowed. Nic almost laughed and shook his head. No, Tarrant hadn't mellowed in the least. If anything, he was more cynical than ever.
"Constance?" He was getting worried about her. She was staring up at him, a blank expression on her face.
"A secret society that believes dragons are real?" When he nodded, she started to laugh. There was a slight hysterical edge to it that concerned him. Apparently, this last revelation was the final straw for her.
"Why don't we sit down?"
She shook her head. "What's next? Dancing frogs? A wizard? This is crazy. All I did was buy a few things at an estate sale. Now I'm in the middle of a bad B movie." Each word she spoke got louder, until she was practically shouting.
Nic did the only thing he could think of to quiet her. He kissed her.
She made a small sound of distress in the back of her throat. He knew he should stop, should take a step back.
He slid his tongue into her open mouth and tasted her. He caught a slight hint of peppermint, either from a candy or toothpaste. He couldn't be sure. Underneath it all was the sweet, sultry taste of woman.
She put her hands against his chest. Instead of pushing him away, she fisted her fingers in his shirt and clung to him. Constance was much shorter than him, so he slid his arms around her and lifted her right off her feet. He loved having her in his arms, loved the press of her body against his.
He angled his head and plunged back into her mouth, devouring her. He couldn't get enough. She was like all his favorite foods all rolled into one, and as a drakon, he had a voracious appetite.
Book 5: Blood of the Drakon
by N.J. Walters
Victoria Marshall is living a lie. She works for a member of the Knights of the Dragon, a secret society that traps and uses dragons for their own gain. As a child, she made an unlikely friend--a drakon. He went missing, and she's spent the past twenty years searching for him. The only thing distracting her from her mission is Luther Henderson, her boss's new head of security.
Luther is also living a lie. One, if discovered, could lead to a fate worse than death. He's attracted to Victoria, but can't fully trust her, doesn't know if she's truly innocent or a true member of the Knights. It's not only his life at stake, but those of the people he loves.
As they're thrust deeper into the dangerous dealings of the Knights, they each have to share their secrets in order to survive.
"This fascinating world has some distinctive elements that add to the mystique and wonder of the Drakons and their enemies, so readers get a unique and entertaining read with each story and Drakon Unchained adds a titillating twist to the world and introduces new Drakon into the world while holding readers captive from the very beginning."
5 Stars-Stormy Vixen's Reviews
"Read this series you will be sucked in and totally entertained."
-Sinful Swag and Sass
Excerpt from Drakon Unchained
©2018 N.J. Walters
Luther didn't feel much sympathy for Dent or the others. If you were foolish enough to take on such a powerful creature you couldn't expect it to be easy. He wondered how many other Knights had died at the hands of dragons.
For as much as he knew about the Knights, Luther knew it was only the tip of the iceberg. They didn't share easily. Many of the men working beneath him didn't know anything about the Knights. All they knew was they worked security for powerful people, the kind of people who didn't allow mistakes or betrayals to go unpunished. Most of the men were former military who wanted the good wages they made and were used to following orders and not asking questions.
That worked out well for Temple and the other Knights.
Unfortunately, he had a sinking feeling Victoria would ask too many questions. Oh, she wouldn't ask them directly. The woman was nothing if not intelligent. But she would ask them in her mind and that would drive her to seek answers.
He'd have to protect her.
The rightness of his decision settled over him, but he wasn't entirely comfortable with it. How could he protect her and still infiltrate deeper into the inner realms of the Knights? He'd have to stay away from her, to keep her on the periphery of whatever was going to happen in Utah.
That was the safest way to handle the situation for both of them. But it wasn't what he wanted. What he truly wanted was to take Victoria to his home, strip her out of her prim and proper suits, and discover what she wore beneath them. Would it be lace like he'd fantasized or white cotton? Did she wear pantyhose or stockings? These were things he wanted to know, needed to know until his blood practically simmered with impatience.
But he might have to live with the deprivation of never knowing. And that was a crime he could lay directly at Temple's door. There would be a reckoning, an accounting for all the man's crimes, but it wouldn't happen today.
Book 6: Blood of the Drakon
by N.J. Walters
Dying isn't an option. I've survived a kidnapping, and now I'm on the run from the Knights of the Dragon who want my gift. There's nothing a dragon loves more than treasure. I'm Abigail Owens, and I can sense gemstones. When I find myself drawn to a beautiful stone bracelet at a tiny shop in Moscow, I can't help but have it--even though I can sense it's power. But I didn't realize with this one decision I've just put myself in the middle of a war between the Knights and a Drakon.
I guess I'm just lucky like that.
The only person I trust even a little is Vasili Zima, which is weird since I'm not sure if he wants to kill me or protect me. I'm drawn to him in a way I hadn't thought possible, and he feels the same way, or he wouldn't be risking his life to help me. He's wanted by the bad guys just as much as I am, and staying with me, well, there's a hundred percent chance I'm about to get us both killed. But I will not be going down without a fight.
(Author's Note: This book is NOT first person point of view.)
Excerpt from Drakon's Tear
©2018 N.J. Walters
Abigail licked her bottom lip and Vasili could no longer resist the temptation. They were alone and safe. It didn’t matter they were on the run, that very dangerous people were looking for her. It didn’t matter they were in a church, a holy sanctuary. All that mattered was Abigail.
He’d almost lost her. A minute later and she might have been killed or seriously hurt. She could have been taken by Anton Bruno’s man.
Vasili leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against hers. He hesitated, waiting to see if she would kiss him back or pull away. She made a small sound of pleasure and leaned inward, deepening the contact.
Heat engulfed him as his cock surged to life and every muscle in his body tensed. He fisted his hands, driving them into the floor by his knees to keep from yanking her into his arms.
Using only his lips and tongue, he wooed her. He licked her plump bottom lip and then the top. And when she moaned and parted them, he slid his tongue inside and tasted her.
Sweet. She was so perfectly sweet. She tasted like the tea she’d had earlier as well as something indefinable, something uniquely Abigail.
He took a chance and raised one hand to cup her cheek. He ran the rough pad of his thumb over her skin. It was silky soft and warm.
When she pressed one of her palms against his face, he thought he might come then and there. He’d had more women then he could remember in the course of his long lifetime, but none, not even the most practice courtesans of bygone days, had affected him as deeply as Abigail.
And all they were doing was sharing a simple kiss.
His world was rocked to the core. He had no idea what Abigail meant to him but he knew she was special. He’d killed for her without thought. He almost pulled away from her then, to gain some perspective, but she chose that exact moment to stroke his tongue with hers.
Vasili was lost. He groaned and gave himself over the kiss. It grew hotter and more consuming with each passing second. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingled. He canted his head to one side to deepen the pressure. She seemed as lost as him if the small moans of pleasure she was making were any indication.
He wanted more, but he couldn’t have it. Not here and not now.
It might have been the hardest thing he’d ever done to pull back from her, but he made himself do it. They weren’t totally safe here and he wouldn’t risk her safety, not for anything.
It worried him that her safety had become so vital to him, that she’d become so important to him, but there was no changing what he felt or denying his instincts. He was a drakon and he would protect what was his. And whether she knew it or not, Abigail was his.
Coming June 24, 2019|
Book 7: Blood of the Drakon
by N.J. Walters
Drakon Jericho Drake, the child of a pure-blood dragon and human, has a simple plan: Kill the leader of the Knights of the Dragon and start a war. Except, when he meets his target, Karina Azarov, she can't remember who she is. Worst of all--he can't kill her. His dragon side has just claimed the dangerous woman as his mate.
Karina has no idea why these Drakon's have taken her to their home. And she most certainly does not understand why she's so drawn to her captor. Maybe because he's strong, intelligent, and caring, in his enigmatic sort of way. One thing she knows, he's not going to hurt her. If only she could remember something from her past that would explain why these Drakon's hate her so much.
But if her memory returns, mated or not, he may get his war.. And one of them will die.
"I have read books by N. J Walters before and really enjoyed them however this is one of the best yet."
5 Stars-Alison, Cozy Couch Reviews
Excerpt from Drakon's Knight
©2019 N.J. Walters
"We're enemies then?" She already knew that, since he'd kidnapped her, but for some reason it seemed more real now.
"We are." He sat back in the chair, putting some distance between them. It felt like he was abandoning her, which was stupid. They'd always been on opposite sides, it seemed.
"Sadiq said the group I'm leader of wants to capture 'your kind.' What does that mean? You're dragons?"
He was silent for a long time, so still he seemed more statue than flesh and blood. "Not quite."
She nodded. "I thought not. Dragons aren't real." It was ludicrous to think otherwise, in spite of her flash of memory.
"Oh, they're real enough. They came to this world from another dimension four thousand years ago. They weren't here long. Less than two decades. They changed forms long enough to mate with human women. Those women had children. Sons."
It was like a fantasy story, but deep inside she was beginning to accept the core truth in his tale. It was crazy, but he had no reason to lie to her. "And?"
He dragged his fingers through his thick hair. It spread like a silky black curtain, touching the top of his shoulders. She curled her fingers in her lap to keep from reaching out to touch it.
"And those sons weren't pure-blooded dragons. Their base form was human like their mothers, but they could shift into dragons as well. They were true half-breeds, inheriting the best and worst traits from both species."
She leaned forward, unable to stop herself. It was all fascinating, yet familiar at the same time. "So, there were baby dragons?"
He absently shook his head, lost in the story he was telling her. His eyes seemed ageless, but there was a weariness about him that made her long to reach out and offer comfort.
"Not dragons, drakons. That's what we call ourselves. We are the sons of the dragons and the human women. The dragons went back to their own realm when their sons reached puberty and they realized their dragon genes hadn't created more like them, but a hybrid of sorts."
He looked at her, then--really looked. His eyes were pure black, but there was something in their depths. Red and violet flames. She blinked several times, not quite able to believe what she was seeing.
"You're a drakon?" Who believed such things? Obviously, she had, and so did Jericho.
He nodded. "Yes. And you"re my greatest enemy."
Her stomach sank. It wasn't safe to be his foe, to be on the wrong side of any of these men. Drakons aside, they reeked of danger, of determination and drive. They'd do whatever it took to get a job done.
"Why haven't you already killed me?" Maybe she was crazy to ask, to remind him of his original intention, but she had to know.
He gave a rough laugh, but it wasn't a pleasant sound. "Why? I've asked myself that a dozen times since I pulled you from the wreckage." He absently rubbed his chest. "It seems Fate or Nature or whatever you want to call it is a fickle bitch and has played a mean trick on us both."
She didn't want to ask, afraid of the answer. "And that trick is?"
He leaned forward, a scowl on his rough-hewn face. "That you're my mate."