Dragul in Daylight,
available 22nd June from
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...
"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
"...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
His heart beat faster. So this was it. Finally, he would see
But she danced with Aurel. While Aurel told a story of love
that ordinarily Michael would have ignored as some silly fairytale, Danna danced
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
“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