Marie Treanor

Dragul Dawn, available now from Changeling Press.
Dragul Rising, Book 1

The Dragul are as old as the Earth. Once, they retreated before the ignorant onslaught of men. But now they're back.

As the world recovers from nuclear holocaust, two cities vie for the right to colonize the empty Highlands. Beth, a restless scientist from the City of the Damned, is sent to test the environment. When she encounters the living embodiment of her erotic dreams - a golden winged man - her whole life is thrown into confusion.

Aurel is the powerful Keeper of the Laws for the rebel Dragul kingdom. He will use any means to prevent colonization, including the sexual disturbance he causes in Beth...

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Reviews:

"a very unique fantasy... a great and wonderful read... When you read as many books as I do, you look for something different, which the author provided. The passion and heat between Beth and Aurel was "Pure Erotic" but with a loving passion that made me feel all warm inside. This storyline was very well paced and kept my interest, in fact it made me want to read the book faster until I got almost to the end, then all I wanted was for the book to be longer, or read very, very slowly." - Nicole Harvey, Paranormal Romance Reviews

"Marie Treanor has written one hot, delicious story. She’s conjured up a wonderful new race, added a good plot, and peppered it with lots of sexy, sensual love scenes. This reviewer’s favourite was the flying sex scene, and with Ms. Treanor’s wonderful talent of imagery, the reader will feel as if she is flying along with Beth and Aurel." - 5 hearts, Valerie, Love Romances and More

"The explosive love story between Beth and Aurel is hot enough to burn the pages of this book! I am looking forward to reading the next book in this series." - 4.5 stars, Candy, Sensual eCataromance

"Ms. Treanor has done a wonderful job on DRAGUL DAWN. It is an excellent introduction to a series.
I find myself wanting to know more about the Dragul, how they evolved to where they are now, just
how far advanced they are from humans and mutants. Ms. Treanor has definitely whetted my appetite
for further adventures. Her love scenes are exquisite and I was glad I had an ice cold drink
nearby. This is definitely a keeper!" - 4.5 Blue Ribbons, ladybirdrobi, Romance Junkies

"Dragul Dawn is the start of a new series, Dragul Rising... which I am excited to inform you, promises to be unique, spectacular, entertaining and engulfing! Dragul Dawn is a truly marvelous read, which caught me from the beginning and kept my interest until the end, and has left me desiring more tales. The story was developed very well, based in a futuristic (fantasy) world where nuclear warfare had sent the human race – mutants and paranormal folk included - underground. This makes this tale unlike any I have ever read. The characters were well developed, with most of the tale told from Beth’s viewpoint but with some glimpses of Aurel’s viewpoint sneaking in – just enough to add a hint of intrigue. The sex was steamy and inventive but did not overwhelm the fabulous storyline. Sexual encounters were fairly traditional, though there was one aspect you couldn’t try at home if you wanted to! I have thoroughly enjoyed Dragul Dawn and eagerly anticipate more of the series!" - 5 stars, 'H', Elizabeth Marie, JERR

"Dragul Dawn is a definite must-read! From characters to storyline, this book is unique and thought-provoking. The attraction between Aurel and Beth is palpable and the love scenes both erotic and sweet. This is my first book by Marie Treanor but will definitely not be my last. From beginning to end, the characters, storyline, and fast-paced plot ensnared me and kept me riveted. I didn’t want this story to end and am ecstatic knowing that the next book in the series, Dragul in Daylight is already on the Coming Soon page at Changeling Press!" - 5 kisses! Kerin, Two Lips Reviews

Excerpts:

   The shadow outside spread its wings across her bedroom window, filling her with intense joy. She sat up in bed, smiling her welcome, and the shadow folded and shimmered through the darkness until it rested instead on the inside.
   Not a huge bat or a rare golden eagle as she had once stupidly imagined him, but a beautiful, winged man -- $her winged man, totally and gorgeously naked.
Gracefully, he folded his wings behind him like a cloak, and stood very still, consuming her in his dark, grey eyes. Eyes that glistened with lust and power in equal measure. Eyes that melted her with memory and anticipation.
   Instinctively, she reached up her trembling arms for him, urgent, pleading, and he smiled, moving at last toward her with slow, sensuous grace.
   The bed sank under his weight, but he didn’t allow her embrace. Instead, he took both her hands and laid them on his hot, hard cock. Her breath caught. Without intending to, she wrapped her hands more securely around the huge, still-growing shaft and squeezed. A faint twitch of the lips was the only acknowledgement he gave. His own hands had already pulled open the tie of her night shirt, exposing her breasts.
   With slow deliberation, he reached out to stroke her nipple. Instantly, it hardened into a begging peak. He lowered his golden head and covered it with his mouth, languorously sucking. At the same time, he took her other breast in his hand and kneaded it until she moaned aloud, tugging his cock in unconscious reflex.
   He moved then, with easy, overwhelming strength that brushed aside her hands and brooked no argument -- not that he was getting one. Fluidly, he pressed her back into the pillows and covered her with his big body, parting her legs with his knee so that he could push his massive cock inside her.
    She gasped at the first contact, whimpered as he entered her, then moaned with sheer, unbearable pleasure as he slid slowly all the way inside.

   “What is it?” she said quickly, and at once followed his gaze upward into the sky. Something was flying toward them. Something large and graceful and fast.
   An old memory stirred in Beth. A shadow outside her window that solidified inside… She remembered this morning’s imagined sighting of the winged man -- why had she not connected this child with him? And then all the old, half-forgotten dreams rushed at her, paralyzing her…
   The figure swooped down against the backdrop of the hills, like some monstrous golden eagle, heading straight for them.
   Oh Jesus… could this really be him?
   “Aurel!” Finally, the child’s despairing word of recognition broke through her disarray. Past dreams of sensuality shattered in the face of present reality, which was a frightened child who needed her protection.
   “Don’t worry,” she said grimly, rising to her feet as the creature swooped overhead. She wondered what kind of being could cause such fear in a child, but only vaguely. Nothing excused it. “No one will hurt you.”
   Deliberately, Beth stepped in front of the boy. In the same movement, she reached down and took the knife from its hidden sheath in her jeans. She hadn’t grown up in the City for nothing…
   Behind her, she was aware of the child’s wings fluttering in agitation. In front of her, the creature landed fluidly on his feet. Bare feet, bare legs, long and strong, his body covered by a kind of black shift similar in shape to the one the boy wore. His arms, partially covered by the same garment, bulged with muscle. He held them loosely by his sides.
   Slowly, the huge, bat-like wings folded in behind him like a cloak. They were the wings from her dreams, she could swear it… Power radiated from him, and menace. It wasn’t just his physical appearance which was awesome, it was his very presence -- big, certain, overwhelming. Golden-fair hair tied behind his head, all-consuming grey eyes that had looked at her with lust and passion as he thrust repeatedly into her body… Recognition hit her like a blow, and yet she couldn’t go there -- it left her weak and vulnerable.
   Beth stared at him grimly, forcing memory aside. If it came to a physical fight with this creature, her only chance lay in surprise. She knew she was quick, and her frail-looking body held unexpected strength. She would need all of it to protect the child from this…
   “Aurel. My name is Aurel. And why should you imagine you have to protect him?”

Copyright Marie Treanor 2007