Dragul in Darkness - now available from Changeling Press Dragul Rising, Book 3   The isolation of the Dragul is over for good. In an effort to find a way to live with their human neighbours, King Vasil has called a conference. Eve, beautiful, clever, visionary, leads the delegation of the powerful Dome. Mistrusted by her colleagues, regarded as a renegade by her old friends in the City of the Damned, Eve is determined to achieve what is best for all humanity. She is used to succeeding, but she has never before come across an opponent like the King of the Dragul.

Dark, brooding and overwhelmingly powerful, Vasil walks a lonely path, dedicated to serving and caring for his people. He is happy to battle Eve with wits, sex and ultimately love, for a prize that turns out to be larger than anyone had previously imagined.

Reviews:

"Ms. Treanor did a very good job with DRAGUL IN DARKNESS. After reading a number of her books, I expect to be entertained well. She writes magically; in that, she gains your wholehearted attention while reading. She gives enough heat in her sex scenes to satisfy without explicit language turning you off."  - 5 Blue Ribbons, Ladybirdrobi, Romance Junkies

"Marie Treanor has wonderfully closed this cycle of the Dragul series with a great story, a sensual romance and a dynamic ending. The romance between Vasil and Eve is enough to burn up the monitor...unique and captivating. Well done, Ms. Treanor! Please write more of the Dragul!" - 5 hearts, Valerie, Love Romances and More

"...he [Vasil] uses her desires for him to the best advantage, with multiple orgasms and passionate sex scenes. Overall, Ms. Treanor has effortlessly woven a bit of political intrigue into her plot, along with carnal tension and growing love between her characters. I enjoyed this tale." - 4 stars, Francesca Hayne, JERR
 

Excerpt:

     It was only when they landed back down on the Earth that the fear of what she had done hit her, adding to the powerful confusion of mind and body. That she had lost control terrified her. That she had voluntarily relinquished it and revelled in it, appalled her.
     His hold on her didn’t immediately loosen. On the other hand, he had made no effort to grope her on their flight. She wondered if she was piqued.
     Slowly, listening to the wild, thudding beat of her own heart, she became aware that he was gazing at her averted profile.
     He said aloud, “You are beautiful. Even more beautiful like this, with your hair free and your body wild.”
     She gasped. “My body is not wild!”
     “Of course it is. I can feel its heat. I can hear your heart, sense your excitement. Because I feel it too.”
     Eve swallowed. She couldn’t deny it. Her body was raging with desire for his, had been all through the flight. And his words forcing her to acknowledge it, made it worse…
     “Eve… would you like to make love with me?”
     A new flood of moisture cascaded from between her legs, running down her inner thigh. Jesus, could he feel that too?
     At last his hand moved upward from her waist, slowly, brushing the underside of her breast, making her gasp again before it slid further up and settled. Her pebble-hard nipple pressed into his palm, begging for more.
     Eve closed her eyes. “I can’t,” she whispered.
     “Because you’re afraid of me?”
     “No! Well, yes, maybe. But mostly, because I’m here for a serious reason…”
     “We’re all serious. It doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other. And because I am stronger than you in every way you can imagine and a few you can’t -- doesn’t mean you should fear me. You shouldn’t. Loving never hurt anyone.”
     His hand no longer cupped her breast. Instead, it lay flat, his palm only just touching her, as they both watched her nipple grow and stretch into the fabric to meet him. The pleasure was astounding. If he hadn’t been holding her up, her knees would have given way.
     She turned her head, desperate to explain to him why she couldn’t make love with him, and instead her mouth encountered his and was ravished.
     He kissed with intensity, consuming her mouth and through it, her whole body. Aflame, Eve no longer looked for a way out, only the means to keep his mouth on hers, a means to stay in his arms, take him inside her and ride him to oblivion.
     He broke the kiss, ignoring her little mewl of protest, and when she reached blindly up to take his mouth back, he placed his finger on her lips.
     “You can keep control,” he whispered. “Do whatever you need to..."

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