Gothic Dragon: Now available from Samhain Publishing Sometimes you can make your dreams a reality… Stuck in an uninteresting job and settled in a safe but vaguely unsatisfying relationship, the only bright spot in Esther’s life is her writing. She’s fascinated by colorful life of her ancestor Margaret Marsden, a nineteenth-century Gothic romance novelist. A woman who mysteriously disappeared without a trace. A weekend away turns into a hunt for clues when Esther stumbles across Margaret’s “lost” novel, The Prince of Costanzo. Though desperate to read it, every time Esther opens the book, she falls asleep—and headlong into amazingly vivid dreams about Costanzo. But in this dream world where war, magic and poisoning are commonplace, nothing is as it seems. Least of all the supposed villain of the novel, the enigmatic sorcerer Prince Drago. She finds herself kidnapped to his castle and subjected to a seductive interrogation that curls her toes.

As their feelings for each other grow more powerful, she begins to wonder…is he the real villain, or a hero who only wants to save his kingdom? All she knows is that now that she’s had a taste of Costanzo—and Drago—her real life troubles seem insignificant.

Until they come crashing around her, threatening to cut her off from the man she loves. Forever.

Warning: As well as explicit and delicious sex, this book contains the secret of ultimate escapism which could be highly dangerous in the wrong hands. The reader experiments at her/his own risk.
 

Reviews:

"An old-fashioned gothic romance with a time-travel twist, GOTHIC DRAGON is simply fun...Marie Treanor has written a witty and sensuous tale in GOTHIC DRAGON. Be sure and pick up a copy for yourself to enjoy today!" - Courtney Michelle, Romance Reviews Today

"Ms Treanor masterfully leads her readers back in time and she writes a fascinating story. It’s also very sensual and thrilling. I’ve been a bit leary of time travel stories. It’s difficult to really get it right without it being too confusing or questions popping up about time continuum and the such. But this story is just right and as it’s more of a fabricated story that Esther goes back in time to, it’s just really cleverly done. I’ve always loved Marie Treanor’s work and this is no exception." - 4 hearts, Valerie, Love Romances and More.

"Within the category length format, Marie Treanor was able to develop a great hero, an engrossing romance, and a fantasy world I wouldn't mind visiting again. I wish the book had been longer... And the hero was great... I would definitely check the author out again, because there was good stuff here, and it was kinda different, y'know?" - Devon, The Good the Bad and the Unread, Grade B.

"The premise is most interesting indeed and Ms Treanor manages to keep things interesting right to the last page. The set-up and the way the story twists and turns are what makes Gothic Dragon a very interesting read....  I certainly find the very nature of the story interesting enough and the execution of the story entertaining enough to remember the author's name." - Mrs. Giggles, Rating: 83

"a thrilling, sexy tale... Drago is incredibly sexy...  a thrilling, sexy tale of mystery. All through the story you will be guessing just who the bad guy is and loving the thrill of the mystery. The characters are intriguing and real. The sex is steamy and thrilling. If you have ever wondered what would happen after a book ends this is the story that will tell you. It is a very well written piece that will keep you turning page after page."  - Amy Parker, Paranormal Romance Reviews
 

Excerpts:

First the opening scene. Scroll down for something a little hotter!

     The world swayed and swung back into clarity with a silent jolt, perfectly timed with the lurch of Esther’s stomach.
     The book on the shining mahogany table had vanished. Instead of reading, Esther stared in astonishment at the most beautiful male she had ever seen—a boy on the cusp of manhood. Dramatic black curls tumbled around his pale, tear-stained face. A high forehead swept down to perfectly arched black eyebrows and large liquid brown eyes widening with a shock that didn’t quite overlay the terrible sorrow. He had bone structure to die for. A straight thin nose divided his face with a hint of arrogance. His frozen lips were full with the promise of sensuality. A young but huge personality that couldn’t, and wouldn’t, be ignored. Youth distracted from some deep, wild grief that could break even a stranger’s heart…
     Involuntarily, Esther’s lips fell apart. The boy’s gaze flickered to them, breaking his shock, opening the way for shame and anger. And the anger was scary, contorting his mouth, blazing out of his eyes with all the force of a volcano.
     He lunged forward. For the first time, Esther registered their surroundings: darkness, save for two flaring candles that cast a pale, flickering glow across his face. As he leapt toward her from the large, raised bed, his loose, white shirt gaped open at the chest and she saw that the boy already had a man’s strength.
     In panic, she stumbled backward. Again the world swayed and swung. She heard her own gasp as she found herself staring at the printed page of the book she’d just dropped on the table.
The darkness, the beautiful boy, had vanished like a switched-off screen.

     Drago didn’t release her until he’d kicked his bed chamber door shut behind the man-servant he’d just unceremoniously ejected. Her heart drummed like thunder in her ears. To maintain her dignity, she thought she should at least object to being dragged out of the suddenly silent dining room in front of his entire court. But before she could do more than open her mouth, he seized her face between his hands and kissed her again.
     She hung there, helpless, bombarded by sensation, her breasts heaving with the rhythm of his kiss. Her hands grasped at his arms, his back, fisting convulsively in the silk of his tunic, as if by doing so she could somehow hold on to reality. His mouth grew harder, forcing far more than passive response and, feeling it, he made an inarticulate sound of triumph and pushed his body ruthlessly against her.
     For an instant, she felt the hard column of his erection pressing at her stomach before the force of his body made her stumble back against the closed door, but he came with her, slamming his cock against her once more, grinding it into her until she imagined she could feel the very veins of it like ribs. And all the while, his mouth devoured her.
     She barely realized that her arms dragged him closer, that her mouth fought back for domination, not just responding but lashing with her tongue, biting, sucking—not until he eventually broke the kiss and grinned at her like a triumphant, reprobate boy.
     “Strange lady, I can’t breathe. But by the Virgin, you can kiss…”
Esther, blinded by desire, no longer cared about her body’s betrayals. She needed him closer, naked, driving that gorgeously huge shaft inside her till she screamed… Reaching up, she tried to take back his mouth, but he only brushed his lips over hers, ran his tongue along her upper lip, with a quick flick under its centre, then moved back out of her arms.
     “Deny now that you want me.”
     She said shakily, “Are you really so insecure that you need to hear it as well as feel it?”
     “No. But I like torturing you. And me.”
     “You?” Her gaze had become rooted on the jutting cock beneath his tunic.
     “Trust me, every instant I keep my hands off your delectable body is torturing me.”
     Without inhibition, he swept his hand over his rigid cock which bulged and pushed at his tunic, and Esther wasn’t sure which of them gasped.
     He moved away from her, then, to a table under the dark window. A jug and two goblets stood there.  Avidly, she watched every movement of his hips and legs as he walked, his quick, strong hands as he splashed dark red wine into the cups.
     Only when he turned and commandingly held out a cup to her did she lever herself off the door and walk toward him on legs that trembled.
     “So,” he said, as she took the wine from him. He let his fingers trail across her knuckles, and she shivered. He smiled slightly. “So, you never met John Fortune before yesterday?”
     Esther dragged her eyes free. It felt like a kick in the stomach. She was being seduced for information. Worse, she was too damned hot for even that humiliation to cool her raging desire for him. Was that his sorcery, too?

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