Zodiac Shifters
A collection of books with an astrological spin on love. From Aries to Virgo… discover all-new tales of paranormal romance and urban fantasy.
Zodiac Shifters features New York Times, USA Today, and other bestselling authors. Each month expect new releases based upon the twelve astrology signs.
Taurus- Ambitious, Honourable, Devoted
The Dragon, the Witch, and the Wedding by Amy Lee Burgess
Tauria dragons possess short tempers, and their ability to hold a grudge is legendary. Tauria witches are as stubborn as they are proud. Their decades-long feud has angered the king who decrees that one witch must marry one dragon and live with him on Zodiac Mountain. Together, they must repair the broken relationship between coven and clan.
Unlike the other witches, Marley has always been able to see the dragons’ side as well as the witches’. She volunteers to be the dragon’s bride believing she can bring peace by persuading everyone to meet in the middle.
Donovan is a typical dragon – arrogant, short of temper, and gorgeous as hell. He is fiercely loyal to his clan, and his idea of peace is for the witches to admit they are totally in the wrong.
Marriage becomes a tense battleground. Neither witch nor dragon is willing to give an inch. Their weapon of choice – fiery passion that threatens to engulf them body and soul.
Release
date: June 5th 2017
Excerpt 1 - PG (Please choose one and delete the other)
The crowd around the musicians parted to allow us onto the dance floor. I was aware only of Donovan’s hand in mine, and the way his smile seemed to transport me to a different world – one where we weren’t on opposite sides of a decades-long feud.
Once in the center of the dance floor, Donovan released my hand and gave me a slight bow. I curtseyed in response, and taking me in his arms, he swept me into the dance.
“I see you know the steps.” I tried not to gasp as he whirled us faster and faster.
“Just see if you can keep up.” The challenge in his smile made me laugh.
“Keep up? You call this fast?” I asked. The touch of his hand on my back produced a strange shiver down my spine.
“No,” he said. He tightened his fingers around mine. “This is fast.”
Cheers and whoops erupted from the crowed watching us as Donovan danced us in breathtaking circles, never missing a step. To my credit, I never missed a beat either.
My skirts flared around my legs. Beneath my fingers, Donovan’s shoulder muscles shifted as we danced.
Breathing hard, I grinned at him, enflamed by the music and the man. He smiled down at me, for a moment reminding me of the boy in the clearing, only he was all man now, and I was a child no longer.
Heat stole into my cheeks as I wondered what he’d be like in bed. A thrill of passion seared through me.
Villagers clapped to the beat, urging us on.
“Faster?” Donovan asked.
“Don’t ask me, just do it,” I told him.
His grin widened and we danced faster still. I ignored the stitch in my side and hoped my breath wasn’t too ragged. He barely seemed winded.
“Dragons have more stamina than witches will admit,” he whispered in my ear. “Say the word and I’ll slow us down.”
“Never,” I vowed, tossing my head even though I couldn’t breathe anymore.
He chuckled, sending a warm rush through my already overheated body. His breath in my ear ignited desire. Would he miss a step if I kissed him?
I lifted my face, intending to find out, only to stagger sideways when someone’s shoulder slammed roughly into mine.
Taken by surprise, Donovan lost his balance as he tried to keep me upright, and we both tumbled to the ground. Dancing boots and shoes whirled around us. At some point in the dance, the villagers, witches, and dragons had joined us. Someone stepped on my hand, hard, and I cried out despite myself.
I looked up to see Val’s lovely face as she danced with Rabb. The both of them grinned savagely down at me, and one of them kicked me in the ribs.
He chuckled, sending a warm rush through my already overheated body. His breath in my ear ignited desire. Would he miss a step if I kissed him?
I lifted my face, intending to find out, only to stagger sideways when someone’s shoulder slammed roughly into mine.
Taken by surprise, Donovan lost his balance as he tried to keep me upright, and we both tumbled to the ground. Dancing boots and shoes whirled around us. At some point in the dance, the villagers, witches, and dragons had joined us. Someone stepped on my hand, hard, and I cried out despite myself.
I looked up to see Val’s lovely face as she danced with Rabb. The both of them grinned savagely down at me, and one of them kicked me in the ribs.
“Get up!” Donovan scrambled to his feet, hauling me with him. His lips peeled back in fury, he dragged me off the dance floor back to the bench beneath the willow tree.
“Are you hurt?” He scanned me up and down assessing my appearance.
“Just my pride,” I admitted, struggling to catch my breath. My entire side ached from the kick, but I didn’t want to admit that to him, angry as he was. The last thing this wedding needed was a fight – especially dragon on dragon. “I didn’t mean to pull you down with me, Donovan.”
“Don’t call me Donovan,” he yelled. “I don’t want any of them hearing you call me by name!”
I yanked my hands from his. “Why? Would it humiliate you that much?”
“Marley,” he said, his jaw tight. “Let me lead the dance with the dragons. We’ve got to finesse this just right or the gulf between our people will widen, not narrow.”
“Oh, why do you have to make so much sense?” I cried, bitterness coloring my tone. “I hate that you make so much sense.”
“I hate that you can’t call me by my name. I gave it you, and by rights, you should be able to use it in front of the whole world.” Donovan cupped my face with both his hands, and stared at me with such intensity everything faded away but him. “Please, little witch, only call me by name when we’re alone. Can you do that for me?”
At that moment, my heart beating so hard it ached, I could have walked through fire for him. Unable to speak, I nodded.
Swearing under his breath, Donovan abruptly lowered his head so his mouth captured mine. Entranced by the sweet pressure of his lips, I wound my arms around his neck. Roughly, he yanked me closer, deepening the kiss until my already overtaxed heart threatened to burst.
“Are you hurt?” He scanned me up and down assessing my appearance.
“Just my pride,” I admitted, struggling to catch my breath. My entire side ached from the kick, but I didn’t want to admit that to him, angry as he was. The last thing this wedding needed was a fight – especially dragon on dragon. “I didn’t mean to pull you down with me, Donovan.”
“Don’t call me Donovan,” he yelled. “I don’t want any of them hearing you call me by name!”
I yanked my hands from his. “Why? Would it humiliate you that much?”
“Marley,” he said, his jaw tight. “Let me lead the dance with the dragons. We’ve got to finesse this just right or the gulf between our people will widen, not narrow.”
“Oh, why do you have to make so much sense?” I cried, bitterness coloring my tone. “I hate that you make so much sense.”
“I hate that you can’t call me by my name. I gave it you, and by rights, you should be able to use it in front of the whole world.” Donovan cupped my face with both his hands, and stared at me with such intensity everything faded away but him. “Please, little witch, only call me by name when we’re alone. Can you do that for me?”
At that moment, my heart beating so hard it ached, I could have walked through fire for him. Unable to speak, I nodded.
Swearing under his breath, Donovan abruptly lowered his head so his mouth captured mine. Entranced by the sweet pressure of his lips, I wound my arms around his neck. Roughly, he yanked me closer, deepening the kiss until my already overtaxed heart threatened to burst.
Excerpt 2 - Spicy (please select one and delete the other)
“Go ahead,” he urged. “Say my name as much as you like. No one but me can hear you. I want you call me by my name. Say it again.”
Sucking in my breath, I gathered my courage. “Donovan.”
He closed his eyes, as if savoring the sound.
“Do you think the king would be pissed if he knew how pleased I was at my punishment?” he asked, opening his eyes. They gleamed like dark emeralds in the firelight.
I touched the jewel between my breasts.
“Are you really pleased? You’re not just saying that?”
“When I heard I would be marrying the witch named Marley, my heart sang,” Donovan told me.
“Fate has treated me well. I can only hope you feel the same. And if you don’t,” he lowered his lids, his voice sending sultry shivers down my spine, “I hope I can make you feel the same.”
“Kiss me,” I said, wanting to feel his mouth against mine again. Only this time we were alone, not on display in the village green.
I closed my eyes as he moved close to me and pressed his lips to mine. He groaned when I opened my mouth, allowing him deepen the kiss.
“Little witch,” he said, pushing me gently onto my back so he could straddle me. “Oh, little witch. I want to make this night memorable for you.” He slid one hand beneath my skirt and pushed it up so he could run his palm along my quivering thigh.
I kissed him frantically, digging my fingers into his hair. The fire snapped behind the grate, and I gasped as he stroked my pussy.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered against my mouth. “Prove to you that this handsome man is not lazy when it comes to pleasuring his wife.”
I helped him pull up my skirts, exposing me. He settled between my thighs, darting his tongue rapidly in and out of my wet slit.
I couldn’t see him above the white froth of my wedding gown bunched up between us, but I could feel him. He rubbed his stubbly cheeks against my thighs, and I gritted my teeth as he slid two fingers inside me.
“Donovan.” I bucked beneath his mouth and fingers as he coaxed me higher and higher. “Oh, Donovan! I can’t! I can’t stand this!”
He paused for a moment to torture me even more, before returning to his sweet work.
I cried out as I came, writhing beneath his expert touch, wanting more. Wanting him.
He moved up my body, his face appearing above my gown, his eyes glowing in the firelight. At some point he’d removed his clothes, and the hot press of his cock against my wet pussy made us both groan.
“Marley,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to mine as he thrust inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him deeper access, and clutched at his shoulders as he increased our pace.
“Marley,” he said again, his eyes wide. I slid my hands down his sweat-slicked back and cupped his ass as he slowed his thrusts.
The world hazed over as we moved together in unison, finding the secret pleasure spots of each other’s bodies and committing them to memory.
My orgasm rolled over my body, as I moaned his name over and over. He stiffened against me as he came, his gaze locked to mine as we thrashed out the last of our lust.
“Welcome home, little witch.” Donovan brushed a kiss across my mouth before rolling off me, and settling with a long sigh, on his back.
“Don’t get too cocky, Mr. Dragon,” I said, straddling him so I could stare him in the face. “You’re not done welcoming me home by a long shot.”
A grin spread across his face. “I love a woman who’s bossy in bed. I ever tell you that?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I ordered.
“I think I’m going to like this marriage thing,” he said, kissing me back.
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