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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Excerpt: Dragonfire3:Covert by BJ McCall Rated Sizzling
Rogue dragons are committing crimes.
Anti-shifters activists are demanding action. A human vigilante militia has
The good dragons have come up with a
plan. Undercover dragon warrior Velka Krytt’s mission is to bring the Rogues to
Law enforcement has a different
plan. Undercover human cop Aric Exeter’s mission is to bust the Vigilante
When their missions collide, they
are forced to go on the run. Hunted by the Rogues and Vigilantes, Velka and
Aric must join forces to survive the danger coming at them and the fire flaming
between them. Things are getting dragonfire hot.
Covert is the third book in my
Dragonfire series published by Changeling Press. Captured and Chosen are also
available at Changeling.
A sharp pain pulled Velka into consciousness. She was
flat on her back on a hard surface and something was digging into her butt
check. High above her was a starry sky framed by broken metal and jagged glass.
Where the hell was she? And what was around her neck?
Velka touched the metal collar. Realization arrived with
abject fear on its heels.
Control collars were used by police forces to prevent
werewolves, felines, and dragons from shifting. She wiggled her fingers and
toes, tested her limbs. Everything worked. Velka glanced around, assessing her
She was lying on the floor in the center of a rotunda
supported by Greek columns. She must have fallen through the glass roof and
shifted the second she landed. The shift would have taken care of any wounds
inflicted during the fall.
Her gaze slid past a huge vase of fresh flowers and
came to rest on a very good-looking man with sun-streaked hair and brown eyes.
Dressed in dark cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and wearing a shoulder holster,
he was sitting on a fragile salon chair. With an ankle squared over a knee, he
appeared relaxed, but the automatic resting casually against his left thigh
Her gaze flicked back to his lean face. Despite his
laid-back posture, Velka saw something in his eyes that told her he’d react
with lethal force if she moved.
“Who are you?”
He pulled up the right sleeve of his shirt.
The V tattooed on his upper arm confirmed her worst
fears. He was a Vigilante and she was his prisoner. Her shot at taking down
Rusk had ended the moment the glass roof had collapsed, taking her with it.
She had to get her information about Rusk to the dragon
warriors, but first she had to survive.
“I guess that makes us enemies,” she said. “May I sit
He nodded. “Be careful not to cut yourself.”
Velka carefully rose to a sitting position. Small cuts
decorated her arms and legs, but her worst problem was the shard of glass
digging into her butt cheek. “I’m already cut. I think I’d better stand.”
Velka brushed the area around her feet with the back of
her hand and stood. She was aware of the Vigilante’s gaze. Being naked made her
feel vulnerable and powerless. She didn’t like the feeling.
Blood trickled down the back of her leg. She reached
back and nicked her finger. “I’ve caught a shard of glass. Think you can help
The Vigilante rose from the chair and shoved the
automatic in his shoulder holster. Boots crunching, he strode through the
broken glass and stood behind her. At least he wasn’t pointing the gun at her.
“Hold your arms out in front of you and don’t move.”
Velka did as he ordered. If she was able to shift, he’d
be toast. But between the collar and the gun, he was the one in control.
The Vigilante moved his fingertips over her butt. A
painful pinch and he was holding up a bloody sliver of glass for her
“Thanks. Is it a bad cut?”
He tossed the shard and wiped his fingers on his pants.
“You’ll live. There’s a bathroom down the hall. Maybe we can find alcohol and a
Broken glass was scattered over the marble floor. She
steeled herself to take a step.
The Vigilante stepped in front of her, making her aware
of his size and height. He was even better looking up close. His sun-streaked
hair was thick and slightly unruly. His jaw was lean, recently shaved, and
tanned. He looked like a guy more comfortable outdoors than behind a desk.
His eyes were his best feature, dark and sultry with
long lashes. The look was sexy and deceptive. He’d likely smile when he