This is a bundled edition of the three books MATING CALL, DRAGON DANCE, and DRAGON BOUND.
Cora Phillips, a daughter of the Lune tradition of witches, spent her adult life avoiding anything remotely paranormal until a persistent nightmare of dying in a fire drives her back to the bosom of her family in New York City. When she unwittingly draws the attention of two dragon spirits and the men who command them, her days of avoidance come to an abrupt end.
Caught up in the sexual energy projected by both dragon spirits and the possessive claims of their dragon lords, Cora struggles to understand and cope with the realities of life for a Lune who has issued a MATING CALL.
After Lune witch Cora Phillips rid herself of the dragons she summoned to mate, she fled New York and vowed to stay far away from the magnetic pull of Dragon Lord Salim Aridi and his possessive dragon. Her vow crumbles to dust when the red dragon hunts her down in the night and demands she rescue Salim from madness and join him in a DRAGON DANCE.
Passion and intrigue become inescapable parts of Lune witch Cora Phillips' life as she is hunted by enemies and loved by her Dragon Lord. After a lifetime of running, will she finally embrace her heritage and come into her full power as a woman DRAGON BOUND?
EXCERPT
Cora opened her mouth obediently. He put a little white pill on her tongue, and pinched her jaw between his thumb and forefinger so she couldn't spit it out. Purple vines writhed across the ceiling; their lacey pattern twisted into the corners, behind wispy white drapes, through the closet door that stood half open. Her tongue trembled with the effort of keeping the pill from falling into the back of her mouth, difficult because he had her head pushed back flat against the pillow.
"Swallow it," he said and flicked the tablet with his fingertip. It didn't move. Her mouth had dried out; the trace of saliva on her tongue acted like glue and held the pill in place. "Swallow it."
She grunted an objection, unable to form words without swallowing the pill. Her hands balled up into fists, and she curled her toes, pulling her elbows and knees against the scarves that held her bound to the bedposts. Red and white scarves--he brought them with him.
"Come on," he whispered. He stroked her throat with his free hand, petting. His fingertips touched the hollow at the apex of her collarbone, trailed down between her breasts. He flicked her left nipple and drew his thumb around the areola. Cora's stomach clenched. She closed her eyes. The pill tasted horrible, like old grapes and powdered acid. She didn't want to swallow it, didn't want to know what the pill would make her know. Her jaw ached.
"Be a good girl." He came close, so close she felt his breath on her cheek: hot and moist. He kissed her ear and touched her tongue, rolled the pill back and forth across her taste buds. She tried to scrape the powdery residue off with her teeth. He held her tongue down. "Swallow it whole, and it'll go fast. You're going to take it no matter what. It'll be slower this way, though."
He traced the shell of her ear with his lips; her ears started ringing. The pill fell into the back of her throat. She choked, coughed, and jerked upright in bed.
Disoriented in the small, dark room, it took a minute to remember where she was. Sixteen-year-old Cora had tacked a Nick Cave poster on the wall. She stared at the shape of the goth musician's pale face until her vision blurred and she was certain it wasn't going to move. The heat pump cycled and hummed, and the refrigerator returned the gentle call. Her mother usually snored, but Cora couldn't hear the familiar nighttime rumble, so assumed Miranda hadn't returned from her evening out. Greg had been a dream. Just a dream. He wasn't there.
Cora buried her head in her hands. She hated the Greg nightmare.
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