Prince Zayne Godfrey (Dragon shifter)
Recipe created by Kyra Jacobs
Dragons Among Them (Book 1, Kingdoms of Fire and Ice)
Ingredients:
-Six feet of richly-tanned man
-Milk-chocolate, shoulder-length hair
-Golden eyes that glow when angered
-Blood of the dragon, infused in his veins
-Equal parts sexy and tendency to bend royal rules
-Exceptional archery skills
Seasoning:
-Power-hungry father with little patience for his son’s mischievous ways
-Loving mother with a hidden streak of mischievousness all her own
-Bitter princess of rival kingdom whom Zayne is duty-bound to wed if peace between their lands is to be restored
-Meddling wizard with ulterior motives
After mixing ingredients well, be sure to add a dash each of the following:
-Sexiness
-Noble ways
-Determination
-Passion
Lastly, toss in a fair maiden from afar who just might happen to be the prince’s one true love. Then curl up in your favorite reading corner and lose yourself in this tasty dish that alternates between sweet and spicy as the beast within our dragonshifter fights to save, protect, and have the fair maiden all for himself.
Warning: If you smell smoke upon opening this book, please don’t dial 9-1-1. That’s just the hero and heroine burning up the pages. Uncork a chilled bottle of mead and enjoy!
Dragons Among Them (Kingdoms of Fire and Ice Book One)
by Kyra Jacobs
Genre: PNR/Fantasy
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, LLC
Date of Publication: April 19th, 2016
ISBN: 9781619234406
Word Count: 66K
Prince Zayne Godfrey, heir to Edana’s throne, is betrothed to the lone princess of rival kingdom Forath. While his heart is not in the arranged marriage, he will do his royal duty.
When he finds a beautiful stranger cornered by a pack of wolves, he doesn’t hesitate to shift into his golden dragon form to save her. She thanks him by taking one look at him and fainting dead away.
Photographer Adelaide Miller is in England for a career-making shoot when a bizarre jogging mishap lands her in a dangerous, medieval-like world of royals, wizards and dragon-shifting men. Her first instinct is to find her way back, but the fire-breathing prince intent on protecting her threatens to melt her heart.
Zayne’s burning passion for Adelaide not only jeopardizes the fragile peace between two kingdoms, it uncovers a ruthless plot to destroy his family.
Remaining together may change Adelaide’s very definition of home—and expose one searing secret that could forever shift the balance of power in Zayne’s world.
-Six feet of richly-tanned man
-Milk-chocolate, shoulder-length hair
-Golden eyes that glow when angered
-Blood of the dragon, infused in his veins
-Equal parts sexy and tendency to bend royal rules
-Exceptional archery skills
Seasoning:
-Power-hungry father with little patience for his son’s mischievous ways
-Loving mother with a hidden streak of mischievousness all her own
-Bitter princess of rival kingdom whom Zayne is duty-bound to wed if peace between their lands is to be restored
-Meddling wizard with ulterior motives
After mixing ingredients well, be sure to add a dash each of the following:
-Sexiness
-Noble ways
-Determination
-Passion
Lastly, toss in a fair maiden from afar who just might happen to be the prince’s one true love. Then curl up in your favorite reading corner and lose yourself in this tasty dish that alternates between sweet and spicy as the beast within our dragonshifter fights to save, protect, and have the fair maiden all for himself.
Warning: If you smell smoke upon opening this book, please don’t dial 9-1-1. That’s just the hero and heroine burning up the pages. Uncork a chilled bottle of mead and enjoy!
Taste Test
Zayne watched with amusement as Addie’s crystalline gaze flashed to the odd slippers dangling from his fingers, then slowly shifted to his face. Even here, in the shadows, the sight of her took his breath away. Emeline insisted the girl was nothing more than a peasant sent into the woods as bait to lure him into a Forathian snare. But no peasant he had ever encountered possessed skin so perfect or golden hair so smooth and long. She rose to stand before him, her pale skin angelic in the moonlight, and the scent of wildflowers and honey nipped at his senses. His gaze trailed uninhibited over her trim yet supple body, dressed once again in nothing but her unusual yet gloriously minimal undergarments.
An angel in devil’s clothing.
“What are you doing with my shoes?” Her voice was low and unsteady.
Shoes? What an odd word. He held up her slippers and fought to keep a smirk from his face. “These? Why, holding them, my lady, nothing more. I feared for your safety and so removed them from your path.”
“Uh-huh.” The blonde vixen’s eyes narrowed. “You knew I was awake?”
“Aye. You blushed when I touched your cheek. I knew it would be but a matter of time before you magically awoke.”
“And yet you let Emeline leave,” she said. “Why?”
“Perhaps I wanted to have you all to myself for a moment.”
Her eyes widened a fraction. Addie took a step back, sucked in a sharp breath and quickly took another. “I see.”
She shifted her gaze from his and swept it across the room toward its lone window, feigning interest in the chamber’s furnishings. She was bold, this one. Perhaps that was why he felt inexplicably drawn to her. The feeling was both new and infuriating at the same time.
“I wouldn’t, if I were you,” he said. “Even if you survived the fall, there are things lurking in the neighboring woods far more dangerous than I.”
Her gaze shifted back to him. “Look, I don’t know who you are or how I got here, but if you’ll give me my shoes, I’ll be out of your hair in no time.”
“But you are not in my hair.” He took a step forward and wished very much that she was. “Nor am I quite ready to let you go.”
Addie held her hands out as though he were a charging horse she was trying to slow.
“Look, buddy. I appreciate you and Emeline taking care of me this afternoon and all, but it’s been a long day and all I really want is to get back to my hotel and forget this day ever happened. So just give me my shoes already, will ya?”
“Leaving tonight is out of the question.”
She stared at him, appearing dumbfounded. “Why’s that?”
“Because, you are being held for questioning on order of the royal family.”
“The royal family? But why? What have I done?”
Her perfect brows knit together. Zayne struggled not to reach out and try smoothing them back into place. Because if he touched her face again, a kiss was sure to follow. And with a kiss…
No, not yet. Questions had to be asked to ensure she truly was no spy. While he had little doubt of her innocence, Emeline would hound him no end if he couldn’t prove that was truly the case. Zayne set the slippers beside the fire, then began pacing the room, walking in slow circles around his guest.
“You endangered the life of their heir apparent today.”
Addie spun to face him. “But Emeline was the only person I saw this afternoon.”
He quirked a brow at her. “The only one?”
“Yes, I swear! I was out for a run, and then this car swerved toward me because its idiot driver was probably paying more attention to their cell than the road. So I dove out of the way, but then I tumbled down this really steep hill, and the next thing I know, I’m being chased by the biggest wolves I’ve ever seen and then—” She looked away, her cheeks darkening.
Car? Cell? He longed to learn more about these things, more about her, but she’d grown quiet, unwilling to share her memories further.
“And then?” he asked, his voice soft.
She shook her head, blinking to hold back moisture now sparkling in the firelight.
“You…you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Zayne sensed the fair maiden’s distress. Though her story to this point made little sense, the embarrassment in her tone was quite real. He reached a gentle hand to tip her feathersoft chin in his direction. “Tell me.”
She shook her head again, stubborn even now. But why? What did she have to hide?
“I know you saw another today.” He flashed her the same fiery look he’d set upon the wolves several hours before. In the daylight, the effect would have been diminished by the sun’s warm rays. But in the current darkness of this guest room, the glow of his eyes would be impossible to miss. “Because I was there.”
Awareness dawned upon Addie’s face as her eyes widened. “No,” she breathed. “No, it…it can’t be.”
Zayne lifted his shirt to reveal the blood-soaked bandages wrapped tight around his midsection. “I assure you, it can and it is.”
An angel in devil’s clothing.
“What are you doing with my shoes?” Her voice was low and unsteady.
Shoes? What an odd word. He held up her slippers and fought to keep a smirk from his face. “These? Why, holding them, my lady, nothing more. I feared for your safety and so removed them from your path.”
“Uh-huh.” The blonde vixen’s eyes narrowed. “You knew I was awake?”
“Aye. You blushed when I touched your cheek. I knew it would be but a matter of time before you magically awoke.”
“And yet you let Emeline leave,” she said. “Why?”
“Perhaps I wanted to have you all to myself for a moment.”
Her eyes widened a fraction. Addie took a step back, sucked in a sharp breath and quickly took another. “I see.”
She shifted her gaze from his and swept it across the room toward its lone window, feigning interest in the chamber’s furnishings. She was bold, this one. Perhaps that was why he felt inexplicably drawn to her. The feeling was both new and infuriating at the same time.
“I wouldn’t, if I were you,” he said. “Even if you survived the fall, there are things lurking in the neighboring woods far more dangerous than I.”
Her gaze shifted back to him. “Look, I don’t know who you are or how I got here, but if you’ll give me my shoes, I’ll be out of your hair in no time.”
“But you are not in my hair.” He took a step forward and wished very much that she was. “Nor am I quite ready to let you go.”
Addie held her hands out as though he were a charging horse she was trying to slow.
“Look, buddy. I appreciate you and Emeline taking care of me this afternoon and all, but it’s been a long day and all I really want is to get back to my hotel and forget this day ever happened. So just give me my shoes already, will ya?”
“Leaving tonight is out of the question.”
She stared at him, appearing dumbfounded. “Why’s that?”
“Because, you are being held for questioning on order of the royal family.”
“The royal family? But why? What have I done?”
Her perfect brows knit together. Zayne struggled not to reach out and try smoothing them back into place. Because if he touched her face again, a kiss was sure to follow. And with a kiss…
No, not yet. Questions had to be asked to ensure she truly was no spy. While he had little doubt of her innocence, Emeline would hound him no end if he couldn’t prove that was truly the case. Zayne set the slippers beside the fire, then began pacing the room, walking in slow circles around his guest.
“You endangered the life of their heir apparent today.”
Addie spun to face him. “But Emeline was the only person I saw this afternoon.”
He quirked a brow at her. “The only one?”
“Yes, I swear! I was out for a run, and then this car swerved toward me because its idiot driver was probably paying more attention to their cell than the road. So I dove out of the way, but then I tumbled down this really steep hill, and the next thing I know, I’m being chased by the biggest wolves I’ve ever seen and then—” She looked away, her cheeks darkening.
Car? Cell? He longed to learn more about these things, more about her, but she’d grown quiet, unwilling to share her memories further.
“And then?” he asked, his voice soft.
She shook her head, blinking to hold back moisture now sparkling in the firelight.
“You…you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Zayne sensed the fair maiden’s distress. Though her story to this point made little sense, the embarrassment in her tone was quite real. He reached a gentle hand to tip her feathersoft chin in his direction. “Tell me.”
She shook her head again, stubborn even now. But why? What did she have to hide?
“I know you saw another today.” He flashed her the same fiery look he’d set upon the wolves several hours before. In the daylight, the effect would have been diminished by the sun’s warm rays. But in the current darkness of this guest room, the glow of his eyes would be impossible to miss. “Because I was there.”
Awareness dawned upon Addie’s face as her eyes widened. “No,” she breathed. “No, it…it can’t be.”
Zayne lifted his shirt to reveal the blood-soaked bandages wrapped tight around his midsection. “I assure you, it can and it is.”
by Kyra Jacobs
Genre: PNR/Fantasy
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, LLC
Date of Publication: April 19th, 2016
ISBN: 9781619234406
Word Count: 66K
Prince Zayne Godfrey, heir to Edana’s throne, is betrothed to the lone princess of rival kingdom Forath. While his heart is not in the arranged marriage, he will do his royal duty.
When he finds a beautiful stranger cornered by a pack of wolves, he doesn’t hesitate to shift into his golden dragon form to save her. She thanks him by taking one look at him and fainting dead away.
Photographer Adelaide Miller is in England for a career-making shoot when a bizarre jogging mishap lands her in a dangerous, medieval-like world of royals, wizards and dragon-shifting men. Her first instinct is to find her way back, but the fire-breathing prince intent on protecting her threatens to melt her heart.
Zayne’s burning passion for Adelaide not only jeopardizes the fragile peace between two kingdoms, it uncovers a ruthless plot to destroy his family.
Remaining together may change Adelaide’s very definition of home—and expose one searing secret that could forever shift the balance of power in Zayne’s world.
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Kyra Jacobs is an extroverted introvert who writes of love, humor and mystery in the Midwest and beyond. When this Hoosier native isn’t pounding out scenes for her next book, she’s likely outside, elbow-deep in snapdragons or spending quality time with her sports-loving family. Kyra also loves to read, tries to golf, and is an avid college football fan.
Kyra Jacobs is an extroverted introvert who writes of love, humor and mystery in the Midwest and beyond. When this Hoosier native isn’t pounding out scenes for her next book, she’s likely outside, elbow-deep in snapdragons or spending quality time with her sports-loving family. Kyra also loves to read, tries to golf, and is an avid college football fan.
