Wicked Dark Dragon

Book 3: Dragon Heat

by Lolita Lopez

Genres: Contemporary Romance; Fantasy Romance; Paranormal Romance

Synopsis

The Sexiest Dragon of Them All Adopted at birth, Ivy Morales always suspected she was more than human. Still, she keeps the outlandish thought to herself-even though she can't ignore her powerful dreams of an ancient blood feud . . . or the darkly erotic turn of those hallucinations. Kidnapped in Mexico for her visions, Ivy has only one chance to escape: find the wickedly sexy man in her dreams. Welsh dragon shifter Ian Madoc doesn't understand the strange dream connection he shares with an unknown, beautiful woman. Yet after the seductive images turn into pleas for help, Ian rushes off in the middle of the night, hell-bent on rescuing her. But will she turn out to be the soul mate he's always longed for . . . or the downfall of his entire clan?

Release date: March 3, 2015

Publisher: Forever Yours

Print pages: 155

Sample

Prologue

Cold and hungry, Ivy Morales blinked away the tears clouding her vision. The icy metal slab under her body amplified her discomfort and fear. The cuffs locking her wrists and ankles to the table were bad enough, but the strap across her throat sent waves of panic through her chest. She swallowed anxiously and tried to calm her racing heart.


A rustle of fabric accompanied by an unpleasant smell warned her what was coming. With a whisper of movement, a strange woman garbed in voluminous black robes entered the room. From what Ivy could tell, it was a prison hospital operating theater that had been converted into a place for interrogation—or worse.

Almost instantly, her head began to throb. Somehow, some way, this woman and the men who had kidnapped her had uncovered her secret. They knew things about her that no one, not even her parents, had known. Now this nefarious woman dug around in Ivy’s mind and tried to mine all the information she could.

But Ivy was stronger and proving to be more difficult than that creepy woman seemed to have expected. She found a grim sort of satisfaction in thwarting their plans. So much of her control and power had been taken away when she had been kidnapped. She enjoyed frustrating them and denying them what they wanted—but it caused her a great deal of pain.

How much longer would this torment last? She tried to remember how many marks she had scratched onto the walls of her prison cell with that sharp rock. With each new slash and every passing day, the glimmer of hope within her grew dimmer and dimmer.

Like the wet, cold worm slithering along her neck, that awful thing—because Ivy was seriously beginning to doubt the female presence was even human—psychically slipped into her ear and began twisting up into Ivy’s brain. Hissing with pain, she gritted her teeth and clamped down hard on her memories. She had learned to push all the energy she could muster into maintaining that impervious membrane between her memories and that thing’s probing psychic finger.


Every now and then, she threw the Mind Miner a bone. Tonight, she let it see memories of her childhood birthday parties. It wasn’t what that smelly hag wanted, but Ivy didn’t much care. She wasn’t going to break. Not tonight.

Drifting deeper and deeper into a dreamlike state, Ivy embraced that side of her she had dutifully kept hidden all these years. It was the side of her that remained as mysterious and unknown as the names and fates of the birth parents who had abandoned her as a baby. She had been loved and cherished by her adoptive parents, but she had always wondered where she had come from—and why she was different.

So different that these evil people had taken her from her spring break getaway and locked her away in this old Mexican prison to torture her. So different that sometimes she honestly believed she wasn’t human at all.

Because you are not human, Ivy.


The unexpected sound of a proud male voice ricocheting around her mind almost shattered her concentration. Her psychic tormentor pounced on that momentary weakness and tried to get inside the thin spot in Ivy’s mental wall. A quiver of fear pierced her heart. She couldn’t fail. She had to be strong.

You are not human, Ivy. You are one of us.


An invisible fist gripped Ivy’s core right behind her navel and dragged her into a mind space that wasn’t her own. She tried to make sense of what was happening. The sensations gripping her body were so strong and real she briefly entertained the idea that she might be hallucinating until she realized that there were boundaries to the psychic space she occupied. She couldn’t manipulate this new place as easily as her own thoughts and memories, which meant…

This strange place was someone else’s dream!

Her bare feet touched cold, hard cement. She blinked and tried to focus her fuzzy vision. A quick glance left and right told her she was standing in a gym. It looked like some kind of training center for fighters, probably mixed martial arts. Judging by the dimmed lights and silence, it was after hours and closed.

But she could hear a shower running somewhere in the large space. Tiptoeing quietly through this strange dream world, she followed the sound to the entrance of a locker room. She took a single step forward and stopped. Even if it was only a dream, there were still rules about respecting another person’s privacy.

“He’s searching for you.”

That raspy male voice startled her. She spun around and spotted a flash of movement on the shadowy edges of the gym. Tall, lean, and tattooed, a man stepped forward, but his face remained hidden by darkness. The more she studied him, the fuzzier he looked, almost as if he was out of focus.

It finally occurred to her that the mental strength required to project himself into this dream, a dream that wasn’t hers or his but some third person’s, must have been great. But maybe there was too much interference from the Mind Miner? It was like static on a television screen, distorting his image and presence.

The shadowy man stalked toward her with long, purposeful strides. She backed up and hit the wall behind her. As he drew closer, he made a point of showing her that he meant no harm. He wasn’t here to hurt her. No, he seemed more intent on guiding her.

But toward what?

“Look at me.” He grasped her shoulders and hauled her closer. She stared up into his shadowy face but couldn’t find his eyes. “Look into me.”


The grip on her shoulders tightened almost painfully. She stared into the fathomless darkness of his face—and saw everything. A lifetime of dreams flooded her mind. How many nights had she awoken shaking and in a cold sweat because of those wildly vivid dreams of winged creatures and bloodied knights?


He turned her gently and pressed her forward through the doorway of the locker room, around a bench, and into the alcove lined with showers. She didn’t want to intrude, but she couldn’t stop walking. Her feet seemed to be controlled by him.

Ivy tried to avert her eyes when she realized there was a naked man standing under the shower spray, but the shadow man cupped her face between his rough palms and lifted her head. She trained her gaze on the showering man’s back. He had brawny shoulders and the widest back she had ever seen. Tattoos swirled along his tanned skin. The symbols marking him looked ancient and powerful.

This man looked powerful.

Water sluiced along his muscular shoulders and biceps. He fit her vision of a brawler with his huge size, but she sensed he was a skilled and refined fighter. The total opposite of every man that she had ever dated, the beast lathering soap on his muscular arms awakened a clawing need within her. She became intensely aware of his scent, a smell so strong and enticing that she breathed it deep into her lungs and held it there.

“He’s been searching for you for ages.” The hands clasping her face dropped to her shoulders. “Let him find you, Ivy. Let him save you.” Strong fingers squeezed her shoulders. “And then you can save us.”

Unable to look away from the man who had enthralled her with his powerful presence and intoxicating scent, Ivy swallowed hard. She didn’t understand it, but she felt as if this moment might truly be the first step along the path to find the answers to the questions that had plagued her since childhood.

“How?” she asked, her voice small and faint.

“Reveal yourself. He’ll do the rest.”

It sounded too easy, but she had to try. This might be her only chance at rescue. She had to grab hold with both hands and fight. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the showering man. See me. Turn around, and see me.


When Ivy opened her eyes, she found startlingly green irises fixed on her. The shadowy male presence that had guided her this far slowly faded and disappeared. Now she existed in this dream space with only this green-eyed man.

My man.


The unbidden thought shocked her, but it felt strangely right. Something primal inside her flared white-hot at the idea that she belonged to this great big hulk of a man. Judging by the smoldering and intense expression on his handsome face, he felt the same. He tilted his head and stepped out from under the shower spray. His gaze raked over her from head to toe and back up again. He seemed confused by her presence but curious.

“Who’s there?” A gruff, deep voice echoed in the locker room. “I can feel you. I can smell you. Step out and face me.”


He can’t see me. Why can’t he see me?


Ivy opened her mouth to answer him in the hopes that he might be able to hear her, but a painful sensation twisted her stomach. Doubled over, she choked on the agonizingly sharp pain. She braced herself on the wall and stumbled out of the locker room and back onto the main gym floor.

Except it wasn’t a gym anymore. Ivy found herself standing in a graveyard. Everywhere she looked there were tombstones. Hugging herself and burning with pain, she took wobbly steps across the damp grass. She didn’t understand this new place. Was the beast from the shower thinking of this cemetery? Or was it the Mind Miner?

Surrounded by death, she lurched forward as a violent force ripped her out of the dream and right back into her own mind. Her psychic tormenter struck out with one final mental blow before angrily but weakly retreating fully from Ivy’s mind. The pain began to fade, and Ivy gulped air into her lungs.

Cold and trembling, she refused to open her eyes or look at that evil thing that had tortured her. After the woman left the room, Ivy blinked away the tears dripping from her eyes. A slow, determined smile curved her parched, cracked lips.


Tomorrow night, she promised herself. Tomorrow night, she would try again—and the night after that and the night after that. Somehow, some way, she was going to make him see her. Somehow, some way, she was getting out of here.

Chapter One

One night of sleep.


Ian Madoc silently bargained with the universe to give him one single night of uninterrupted sleep. Sliding into bed, he flopped onto his back and draped his arm over his tired eyes. His head pounded, and his joints ached. Mouth dry, he reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and drained it in four long gulps. That should have been enough to tide him over until morning, but his parched tongue demanded more.

What the hell is wrong with me?


Mad shoved out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. He filled the glass with cold water from the tap and drank it straight down before refilling it and carrying it back to the bedside table. As he crawled between the sheets, his stomach growled angrily. For dinner, he had eaten half a damned cow! How in the world could he be hungry all ready?

Rolling onto his stomach, Mad tried to make sense of all the strange symptoms he’d been experiencing. The hunger and thirst he could attribute to the heavy work schedule at the gym he owned with his cousin Griffin. Business was booming, and he was spending more time training clients and engaged in heavy physical labor. The head and muscle aches he chalked up to stress, but the spiked increase in his libido? That one had him concerned. Lately, all he could think about was sex.

He had almost considered that he was about to go into heat, but he was two years too early for a heat phase so it definitely wasn’t that. The uncontrollable urge to mate came upon dragon shifters like himself every three years until they found their other half. Like most dragons sworn to the Brotherhood of the Green Hide, Mad had chosen to remain unmated and to commit his life to the cause of defending their kind against the murderous Knights. Only Stig Wyvern had broken that pact so far, choosing to keep his mostly human mate Cora. Of course, with Griff locked away with the Naga shifter Avani Monroe during a shared mating phase, there might be another Brother adding his name to that list.

Perhaps it had something to do with the bizarre and unsettling dreams he had been sharing with a faceless female presence. Somehow, some way, this woman had managed to worm her way into his mind while he slept. The dreams started differently every night, but she was always there. He couldn’t see her face, but he could smell her. Some mornings he woke up with her tempting scent clinging to his nostrils, teasing him with something that was always just out of reach. Twenty-one nights of dreams, and he was no closer to knowing her identity than when they had first started.

The gnawing hunger, the unque. . .