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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)

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She has burned through lifetimes alone.
In the hidden realm of Ashmorra, immortal berserkatrix Olyssa Drachenveil, Queen of Dragons, has spent centuries bound to a cruel grant eternal life to a mortal firebrand in the heat of her flames or watch him perish. But any man she’s ignited has died screaming. She’s vowed never to test another.

He must survive her fire.
Taron Locke, brilliant historian and secret dragon slayer, has spent his life preparing to end the creature who murdered his father. A legend cloaked in beauty and ruin. When he summons her with ancient chains, he intends to end her reign, not fall under her spell. But the moment they meet, everything combusts. A battle. A bond. A kiss that could burn an empire to ash.

In war, desire is the most dangerous blaze.
As ancient enemies rise and Olyssa’s crown—and heart—hang in the balance, she must decide whether to defy destiny or surrender to it. And Taron must destroy the queen he was born to hate… or become the firebrand destined to love her for eternity

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Prologue

Hear now the tragedy of the Dragon Queen.

Once upon a time, in the age when dragon-berserkers carved kingdoms from flame, Olyssa Drachenveil was born in fire and fury, her heart sealed in ice, her destiny already written.

Her fated firebrand she must burn: immortality in her flames, or ash with no return.

For Olyssa, love equaled loss. She’d buried friends and family alike and feared losing another. So she did what dragons do best: she hardened. Leading raids beside her father, the Dragon King of Ashmorra, she helped steal treasure and thrones with abandon but no remorse.

Until she came upon Leopold Locke, a mortal man with iron chains and endless courage. The only villager to stand his ground when dragon armies darkened his skies.

With cunning traps and surprising strength, he did the impossible. He imprisoned the storm-eyed princess.

Somewhere between their battles and bargains, the line between captor and captive blurred. Hatred turned to heat, heat to hunger and hunger to love. He taught Olyssa to build rather than destroy. She showed him the joy of life beyond survival.

But as soon as her father’s war ended, Olyssa and Leopold’s newfound love faced an unbearable choice. Let him remain mortal and lose each other to time. Or forge him immortal in her flames, risking everything to spend eternity together.

He chose the fire. Love.

Olyssa agreed to test him, even as doubt flickered. But hope quickly smothered doubt, for an ancient myth foretold of a great phoenix warrior, pure of heart, rising among the dragons. A tale, she was sure, that spoke of Leopold.

She unleashed. He burned.

But he did not rise again.

His ashes scattered in the wind, and Olyssa’s scream split the heavens. Fueled by rage and blame, Leopold’s brothers struck, binding her in the very chains her sweet Leo had once freed her from. In her grief, she let them do it.

Weeks passed, her constant flow of tears seeping into the metal, igniting a second curse. From that day forth, the Chains of Olyssa would call to her whenever worn, forcing her to test the wearer in her fire. Immortality or ashes.

Ignorant of this, she left the shackles behind when at last she escaped. The Lockes, however, kept them, plotting, waiting, vowing that a son of their line would one day be her undoing. But as she rose in rank, becoming leader of the dragons, generations of Lockes withered while others bloomed, their hatred slowly curdling into something worse. A hunger for the very immortality Leopold had not gained.

Each time a Locke chained himself in the mystical bonds, he summoned the Queen of Dragons. Each time she came. And each time, she burned him to ash in her flame.

Centuries ticked on. The world changed. Olyssa endured, her heart hollowed by regret and sorrow.

Today, only one Locke remains. And unlike those before him, he doesn’t seek immortality.

He seeks her end.

When the Chains call once again, will the Dragon Queen’s heart be mended at last… or broken beyond even her fire?

Chapter

One

A well-trained human smells slightly singed. In other words: Perfect.

-Humaning for Beginners: A Dragon’s Tale of Human Management

Disaster had a flair for theatrics, and I was currently its reluctant star.

First, my father had clawed back from the death I’d dealt him centuries ago. Then, three of my best warriors vanished without a trace. Most recently? Someone spotted a human creeping around my realm. Not once, not twice, but thrice. He’d picked fights with my dragons—and won. He’d also pocketed things that didn’t belong to him, successfully avoiding traps I’d set.

I glanced at a shelf on my wall, where my favorite teacup used to rest. My hands balled.

How was he doing this? It should be impossible.

Although there were legends of rare tools able to safely whisk humans between worlds. What if he’d found one?

At least I didn’t have to wonder about his identity. “Professor Taron Locke,” I muttered into the wind, as if speaking his name might summon him, allowing me to deal with the problem at last.

Nope. He didn’t appear.

I stood on the edge of my personal balcony, the highest point of Castle Ashmorra. No rail separated the ledge from the ether; when you could fly, you didn’t need one. A light breeze perfumed with linden blossoms and wild chamomile tugged strands of hair free from a myriad of pins. The crimson hue blended with the sunrise until it looked as if my entire body might ignite in soft fire. The illusion strengthened as the hem of my scarlet gown danced at my ankles.

I scanned my queendom, a dimension stitched like the finest silk to the human world. Below me, molten spires and ancient ruins coiled together in a symphony of gold. Crystalline rivers wound through obsidian meadows that bloomed year-round with violet emberlilies and white ashorchids. Berserkers trained on a soot-streaked field dotted with mist-veiled ghost trees. Mothers and children swam in a lake the same color as skyglass, while twin suns rose in a slow, simmering dawn, casting streaks of lavender across an expanse of dark blue.

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The Stolen Bride (Kings of Fury #2) Read Online Gena Showalter http://www.wownovels.com/the-stolen-bride-kings-of-fury-2-read-online-gena-showalter Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:18:58 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/the-stolen-bride-kings-of-fury-2-read-online-gena-showalter Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Gena Showalter Series: Kings of Fury Series by Gena Showalter
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)

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Clover Deering is living her best life. Kind of. Maybe. Okay, so, not at all. The owner of Fur-Ever Pet Spa is deeply in debt and battling a temper that scares even herself. Things go from bad to catastrophe when a terrifying man claiming to be a berserker king demands an impossible force a rival royal to welcome evil into his heart. In exchange, he'll gift her with a prize she cannot resist—meeting the twin she never knew existed. The problem? King Viktor Endris isn't just scary, he's downright feral.

When captured by Viktor, Clover enacts her own plan. Tame the unhinged warrior, turn him into an ally, and use him to rescue her sister. Not an easy task as Viktor is at war with ferocious turul-shifters, talks to an invisible friend and flips from controlled to chaos in an instant. As their undeniable connection deepens, she discovers a heartbreaking truth. Falling for her is Viktor's only path to ruin. Yet without his downfall, her twin's fate is sealed. The worst part? Clover just might be falling for him, too. But in the end, only one can survive. Her man, or her sister

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Chapter

One

“I turn your pet’s bad hair day into a paw-some fashion statement!”

Clover Deering,

Owner of Fur-Ever Pet Spa

Where Every Animal Feels Fur-Tastic!

Ireached up to flip the OPEN sign in my shop window to closed, accidentally brushing the jingle bell that had rung non-stop for hours. What a day. A German Shepherd peed on my leg after stealing my lunch. A Persian shredded my arms with her razor-sharp claws–now filed, thank you—and a Pomeranian yipped until my last nerve frayed beyond repair.

My lower back and feet ached, and exhaustion saturated every muscle in my body. I reeked of wet dog. Worse, I hadn’t eaten in forever—nearly two whole hours!—but right now I was too tired to even slap together a sandwich. Proof I’d reached my limit.

Attempting to fill my bottomless pit of a stomach was my second favorite hobby. The honor of top spot belonged to rescuing animals in need. One of the many reasons I’d chosen grooming as a career.

I loved Fur-Ever Pet Spa and could only smile at the framed business certificate that hung on the pale blue wall. The shop’s first decoration. My hometown of Aurelian Hills, Georgia, offered wonderful entrepreneur resident loans, and I’d taken full advantage, building the pet spa from scratch.

My stomach grumbled, refusing to let me forget my hunger. Okay, so, after I finished my chores and showered, I’d call in a delivery order at Daisy’s. The German Shepherd’s owner had given me a generous tip, so I could splurge without guilt.

Quickening my pace, I disinfected the check-out counter, stored all leftover complimentary treats in a bag, and swept up any remaining fur. That done, I hosed down the bathing area then put the used towels and comfort blankets through an intense cleaning cycle via the industrial washer in back. In the morning, they’d go in the dryer.

Beginning a day with a messy shop always soured my mood. Satisfied, I switched off the lights and headed for the wooden staircase that led to the second floor. My private retreat and the reason I’d purchased the building. It served double duty as work and home.

A long, hot shower failed to ease my aches. The hydraulics on the grooming table I’d picked up second-hand had stopped working again, forcing me to lift my clients onto the station with physical strength alone. I was stronger than I looked, thank goodness, but even so. Yikes.

I exited the bathroom ahead of a fragrant cloud of steam and entered my walk-in closet. With summer in full swing, I donned a tank top and shorts, then grabbed my phone from the charging dock on the built-in dresser, intending to call Daisy’s. Oh. Two new voice messages and a text.

I checked the text first and ground my teeth. From Benjamin, my ex-fiancé.

Benjaboy: I left my favorite game at your place. I’ll swing by tomorrow and get it.

I responded:

No. You’re not welcome here. Lose my number.

We’d broken up six months ago. If he’d truly enjoyed the game, he would’ve realized it was gone long before now. Besides, I didn’t want to see him. Every interaction reminded me of my failures. How I had ignored a thousand red flags, doing my best not to make waves, all to keep him happy without ever actually making him happy. How I’d forgotten that I had always desired real, genuine love. The kind my parents had shared. Instead, I’d caved to my desperation to experience contentment and settled for conditional affection. Little wondered I’d constantly felt as if a part of me was missing.

Three little dots appeared in the text thread, and I sighed, anticipating Benjamin’s reply. Sure to be a doozy. At least he wasn’t waiting the usual three days to respond.

Benjaboy: Your heart is pure ice, Clo. That’s what broke us. You know that, right?

Wow. He never hesitated to go there. My supposed lack of emotion was his excuse for cheating with my (former) best friend. Granted, I wasn’t the most expressive of people. But suppressing my emotions was a gift to all, including myself! I’d let loose around him only once, and he’d acted scared of me for weeks.

Pushing thoughts of Benjaman into a shadowed corner of my mind, I listened to the voice mails. Cancellations. Another sigh slipped out. Despite today’s influx of patrons, business had slowed the past year, and I was in danger of getting behind on my loan repayments. Every cent counted.

Okay, so, no Daisy’s tonight. Tamping down my disappointment—you’re welcome world!—I did my best to rally. I had some cheese and crackers in the kitchen. Maybe I’d finish off my jar of peanut butter too.

I returned my phone to the charger. No reason to carry it around, hoping for a longed-for text or a call I wouldn’t get. My parents were gone, and I had no other family. Benjamin had won all our friends in the breakup. A blessing, I realized now. Better no friends than bad ones.

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The Wrong Bride (Kings of Fury #1) Read Online Gena Showalter http://www.wownovels.com/the-wrong-bride-kings-of-fury-1-read-online-gena-showalter Mon, 21 Oct 2024 11:27:21 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-wrong-bride-kings-of-fury-1-read-online-gena-showalter Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Funny, Paranormal Authors: Gena Showalter Series: Kings of Fury Series by Gena Showalter
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)

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Vacationing in Scotland, schoolteacher Elizabeth “Elle” Darcy anticipates picturesque landscapes, castles of old and kilt-wearing charmers, not awakening in someone else's body. Worse, that someone just married enigmatic billionaire Callen Bruce. Though that’s not the biggest problem. To the rest of the world, her new “husband” runs an elite empire. But behind his public persona, he’s a king of berserkers locked in an ancient, supernatural war with wolf-shifters.

Determined to reclaim her normal life, Elle will do anything necessary to switch back with Callen’s real wife. First, she must ditch the disciplined warrior. An impossibility when he refuses to relinquish the bride chosen for him by fate, even though he despises her. Or does he? The growing heat in his eyes says otherwise. Not that it matters. There’s no way this temporary queen will fall for the moody, broody secretive warrior who belongs to another woman. Nope. Not Elle. Not ever. Probably.

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Prologue

Come gather ‘round, both young and old.

Listen well to a forgotten history retold.

Long ago, a powerful star fragment crashed into earth. Word quickly spread, espousing its great worth.

Soon armies gathered, each with the same goal:

win the glowing sky stone to immortalize their soul.

Except, from this relic rose songs of rage and pain,

trapping any who neared with an invisible chain.

Ultimately the worst happened, a growing bloodlust too strong to be denied.

A savage brawl erupted, and thousands upon thousands died.

As combatants morphed into beasts, with fangs and claws to brandish,

no one noticed the great and terrible moment the stone vanished.

But at last the battle ended, only ten soldiers still on their feet.

When one drew near to another, their tempers did again heat.

To prevent another violent clash, these newly minted immortals scattered to different lands.

All the while, they burned with flames of fury that should never be fanned.

They called themselves sentinels and crowned themselves kings.

And as their numbers grew, to their rules they did cling.

Even those in their lineage possess untold power and might.

Most seek calm to finally end their internal plight.

Man against beast and beast against man,

forever does the internal war span.

Victory comes when a fated bond is found, tested and tried.

Only then can the warriors and inner peace eternally abide.

So on and on the search for a mate continues.

Until they meet their match and know in their very sinew.

He is for her, and she is for him,

and their love is more precious than even their limbs.

Chapter

One

Escape to the magic of Scotland's breathtaking scenery and ancient ruins, where every corner holds the promise of adventure.

Isle of Adventure Travel Company

Istrolled through a bustling outdoor market in Edinburgh, Scotland, rolling my suitcase along a cobblestone path. Bypassing vendors selling single malt whiskey, heathergems, and cashmere sweaters—excuse me, jumpers—I kept my sights on the true treasure: a display of kilts. The perfect souvenir for myself. On cold winter evenings, I’d curl up with it and fondly remember eight blissful days spent touring magnificent castles, searching murky waters for monsters, and hiking through lush fairy glens.

The scent of lavender and fresh baked bread dominated the soft breeze as I riffled through the plaid selections. Oh, how I was going to miss this extraordinary place. Don’t get me wrong. I loved the two-bedroom farmhouse I inherited from my grandparents. I even loved my job. In roughly two weeks, I’d be kicking off my next year as a special education teacher at a public school in Oklahoma City. But. Inverness. Loch Ness. Isle of Skye. And let’s not forget the warrior-rouges with sexy accents who populated each area. Talk about Heaven on Earth!

I’d scrimped and saved for years to make this vacation happen. If given the opportunity, I would move here. Although, that meant leaving behind my mom and stepdad, Joshua, and I enjoyed being near them, no matter how maddening they were.

Six months ago, I’d broken up with my boyfriend, August, and ever since, my parents had worked nonstop to set me up with strangers. The reason I’d finally pulled the trigger and taken this trip. Everyone needed an escape now and then.

With a sigh, I selected and paid for my favorite kilt. A bold blue and black with a paper tag that read, “From Clan Bruce. The family motto is Uisge ciùin, meaning ‘Calm waters’.” The little taste of history only added to the garment’s appeal.

As I strolled off, navigating through the growing crowd, I checked the time on my phone. One hour before I needed to catch a ride to the airport. Why not re-explore the city of my dreams a bit longer? The sky continued to gray with the promise of a coming storm, sure, but wet or dry, I was exactly where I wanted to be. How many people could say the same?

Up ahead, a man leaned against a brick wall, casually eating a cookie. No, a biscuit. That’s what the Scots called them. I didn’t mean to, but I stutter-stepped as I neared. Men like him should come with a warning label. Side effects include racing heart, fever flush and loss of brain cells.

He wasn’t wearing a kilt, but his outfit wasn’t without appeal. The tight black T-shirt and leather pants, with metal spikes banded around both of his wrists might be my second favorite. Didn’t hurt that curly blond hair framed rich hazel eyes and perfectly chiseled features.

When he aimed a slow, teasing smile in my direction, I glanced over my shoulder to steal a peek at the greeting’s recipient. Wait. No one walked behind me. That meant…

My eyes widened as I refocused on him. He smiled at me. Elizabeth Darcy. The world’s worst flirter, who’d only crashed and burned in the romance department since the big breakup with August.

My knees trembled, but I didn’t slow. “Hi, hello, how are you?” I blurted as I passed him. My cheeks burned. See! World’s worst.

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