Marie Treanor

Dragul in Daylight, available 22nd June from Changeling Press.
Dragul Rising, Book 2

The secret of the Dragul is out.

Human agents of the Dome are delighted to capture a shape-shifting dragon. Michael and Aaron, on a mission from the City of the Damned, are even more delighted to rescue her, especially when she turns out to be Danna, the beautiful winged Dragon Dancer, revered by her people and her king.

Danna can't explain her powerful reactions to Michael, the half-human vampire - unless he is her One, which would be an unthinkable tragedy when their destinies lie so far apart...

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Reviews:

"Wow, Marie Treanor's Dragul Rising series just gets better and better. I loved the way the author wrote the love between Michael and Danna... I can't wait for the next book in this "Great" series." - Nicole Harvey, Paranormal Romance Reviews

"...an absolutely stunning story, full of emotions and captivating characters...Dynamic and original..." - 5 hearts, Valerie, Love Romances and More.

"It must take a lot of planning and talent to write two such entertaining and connected series with all of the various and sundry characters and keep their relationships straight. Marie Treanor obviously has the necessary skills to get the job done, because once again, she’s hit all the right notes. Don’t miss DRAGUL IN DAYLIGHT." - Lori Ann, RRT Erotic

"Ms. Treanor definitely knows how to bait a hook. DRAGUL IN DAYLIGHT was just as good, if not a little better, than the first book in the series. It was very well written and appropriately paced for its length. All I can say, Ms. Treanor, is well done!" - 5 Blue Ribbons, Ladybirdrobi, Romance Junkies

"The culmination of Danna and Michael’s desire is one of the hottest scenes that I can remember reading in some time. The introduction of the Dragon Dancer is a wonderfully unique and creative dynamic that illustrates Marie Treanor's talent and showcases her ingenuity...Danna and Michael make a sexy couple. Their physical beauty is only eclipsed by the strength of their feelings for each other. The world-building and intricate storyline kept me immersed and I read Dragul in Daylight from beginning to end in one sitting.

"Dragul in Daylight is a fantastic addition to the Dragul Rising series and I anxiously await the release of Dragul in Darkness." - 4 kisses, Kerin, Two Lips Reviews

Excerpts:

    His heart beat faster. So this was it. Finally, he would see her dance.
    But she danced with Aurel. While Aurel told a story of love that ordinarily Michael would have ignored as some silly fairytale, Danna danced it.
    With her hand in Aurel’s, she began slowly, her movements subtle, yet profoundly graceful as she turned around him. Gradually, the words and the dance became one in his mind, the actual visual feeding the one in his head while he began to feel what Danna danced.
    Helplessly, he became lost in her emotions, in her desires. When she spun her body into Aurel’s and laid his hand on her breast, he felt her pleasure, her ache, even while part of him raged that Aurel could touch her when he could not. And yet along with Danna’s arousal, there was his own, hot and heady. He wanted Aurel to caress her, to give her the pleasure she craved. He wanted to watch. He wanted to feel. He wanted to kill Aurel.
    Their bodies pressed together in graphic simulation of sex. Danna thrust her hips around him, into him, gyrating while her face revealed her ecstasy. Michael felt her ecstasy, wanted it for her and himself, and when she threw her head back and arched her back in climax, only jealousy prevented him coming in his own pants. Aurel’s hand covered her breast, his hips seemed glued to hers. Wildly, Michael wondered if he was actually inside her, if her pleasure were real.
    Christ, what wouldn’t I give for that dance!
    She straightened, throwing her head forward onto Aurel’s shoulder. Aurel bent slowly and placed his mouth on her bare, entrancing neck. Michael gasped aloud, along with everyone else, as he felt the bite of Aurel’s teeth on the dancer’s flesh, the joyous rush of blood flowing from her to him.
   They’re vampires! My God, they’re vampires…

   Twisting her hand in an effort to free it from his bruising hold, she burst into panicked speech, “Michael, you don’t want this! It’s your -- ah!”
   She broke off, stumbling back against the trunk of an old oak tree, as his mouth slammed into hers, rough, hard, conquering, forcing her lips apart for his invasion.
    In all her life, no one had touched her like that. It made her weak and helpless. And hot as fire.
    After the first instant’s stunned stillness, her mouth yielded without permission, opening further for him. She found her hands clutching him for support, for strength. For need.
    He gave a half-laugh of triumph, and pushed his tongue deeper inside. His body pressed her back into the tree, grazing her wings, depriving her of breath. She didn’t care. His big, rock-hard cock ground into her crotch, devastating her. She had never felt fire like this. Moisture erupted, trickling down her legs.
    With a sob, she clutched his head closer to her, sucking on his tongue, pushing her own deep inside his mouth, licking his teeth and gums. She fought with him now for domination of the kiss, while her hips struggled to move, to dance between the tree and his crushing body. He adjusted his position to let her, and groaned aloud, tearing his mouth free to stare down at her.
    His eyes blazed in the darkness, frightening her with the intensity of his lust, and yet she gloried in that look, in his body, wanted his mouth back.
    “Eve is my friend, my lover.”
    He kissed her again, as if to wipe out the pain she couldn’t hide.
    “Eve is your One,” she said in his mind.
    “No. Eve is not my One, but it seems we have too much history to admit it. Eve does not love me.”
    Again, he took his mouth from her. Soft, rueful laughter shook his body. “Christ, I pick my times and places to bare my soul.” He stared down at her, his expression changing to something approaching wonder. Slowly, he lifted one hand and touched her face. Moisture glistened on his fingers. She hadn’t meant to cry, not for him or for her, or the girl who was not his One.
    “Danna, dance with me,” he whispered. “Just dance, don’t weep… Tonight, for you and for me…”

Copyright Marie Treanor 2007