Tempest of Fire

A spellbinding tale of love and magic set against the backdrop of the most devastating hurricane in history in this stand-alone romantasy.

Dragon shifter... dragon slayer. Mortal enemies, accidental lovers, bound together.
Fiona Firesblood and Duncan McQuoid are enemies before they even meet. He killed her kind; she wants revenge. She's a dragon shifter, and he's a dragon slayer. But one fateful night they meet as strangers. Their unexpected passion changes the course of their lives forever.

Bound together by fate, he can't stop looking for her. Torn by heartache, she can't stop hiding. Until she surfaces at last, with a grown daughter, in a place no one would have expected?1900 in Galveston, Texas?where history is about to take its course.

Will five centuries of penance heal their broken hearts, or will their love perish in a tempest of fire?

She's a dragon, he's a human?their union is forbidden.
Safina Firesblood, a lonely, restless dragon shifter trapped beneath her mother's shadow while longing for acceptance, and Gabriel Cortez, a wise and gentle young sage pining for love. One reckless night of desperation sets them on the path to heartache. Can they find happiness in a forbidden union, or is their destiny predetermined by the cruel winds of fate?

This epic stand-alone romantasy has two generations of humans and dragons, facing tests of love and determination, nature and perseverance. If you love enemies to lovers, brave knights, dragon shifters, magic, and romance, one-click on Tempest of Fire now.
**Originally published as the duology, Dragon Song and Dragon Storm.

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My mind told me to fly to the safety of the secret cave Mother and I had once shared, for my mother had warned me that men brought only heartache. In truth, I wanted to flee. But I wanted him more.
His masculine spices?a mixture of sweat, leather, and sage?assailed my senses as he drew near. He sat beside me on the stone hearth, warming his hands in front of the fire.
"Are ye hungry?"
"No." A shiver coursed through me as the scent of desire pulsed off his skin.
He frowned. "Are ye chilled?"
"No," I said, clenching my hands to still my trembling. What had come over me? How had a mere mortal reduced me to a quivering flower?
"Then what can I do for ye, lass?" He clasped my small hands in his, the calluses on his fingers chafing my smooth skin.
I pondered his question. What did I want him to do for me? I wanted him to show me what it felt like to spend the night in the arms of a man. I wanted to feel the intimacy of his mouth on mine, to understand why mortals so easily fell under the spell of desire. But most of all, after six years of traveling alone and missing the familiarity of a kind word or a tender hug, I wanted to feel loved.
I silently stood, unlacing my bodice and letting my dress fall to the floor. I turned up my chin, meeting his shocked gaze with a subtle smile. "Can you make love to me?"
"Aye," he said on a throaty growl. "I can do that."