PRE-ORDER IS NOW OPEN! Get ready for Singe My Nights: Dragons of Blood and Bone #2

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Get fired up! PRE-ORDER IS NOW AVAILABLE for Singe My Nights: Dragons of Blood and Bone #2. 🔥

Release date is March 15th.

This is a hot one, and there’s also a special giveaway this time. ❤️‍🔥

For three days only, Friday, 3/15 – Sunday, 3/17, a link will be available in the back of your ebook to enter the Launch Weekend Giveaway for a chance to win signed paperbacks PLUS a $25 Amazon gift card!

Don’t wait to grab this new book, because the giveaway ends Sunday at midnight!

If you pre-order now, Singe My Nights: Dragons of Blood and Bone #2 will be delivered instantly to your Kindle Friday, March 15th. 

It will also be FREE in Kindle Unlimited, and available in ebook and paperback on launch day. 

Reserve your copy on Amazon today!

This book was so much fun to write and I can’t wait to hear what you all think. Your support means the world to me. 🤗

Get ready for the heat!

XO Ava

COMING MARCH 15th! Singe My Nights: Dragons of Blood and Bone #2

I’m so excited!

I’ve finally finished up the last edits on Singe My Nights: Dragons of Blood and Bone #2 and it is HAWT!

Rikyava’s story with her Blood Dragon mates is really turning out to be a scorcher, and this book has one of the best endings I’ve ever written… :)

Release date is Friday, March 15th, and the pre-order will open two weeks before that.

This book will be available in ebook, paperback, and Kindle Unlimited, and I anticipate 5 or 6 books for the series.

Enjoy this first sneak peek at the beginning of chapter 1!

And get ready for the heat!

XO Ava


CHAPTER 1 – HOME

Rage burns the dragon blood inside my veins and always has. Few things soothe it; the ocean is one of those things, as I stare out over the shining water below. I remove my motorcycle helmet and gloves as I stand on the Swedish headland; the crash of the ocean eases my inner fury. Gulls whirl and call on the rocky bluff, and a cold spring wind whips my long blonde hair in its braid. 

My sleek black Ducati stands beside me on the bluff; as I wait in my motorcycle leathers, I hear two more bikes roar up the winding coast road. Their engines cut and I feel more than hear two drakes dismount in the gusting wind, coming to me.

One my bound Bloodmate.

The other mine, but not Bloodmated to me yet.

Bjorn Magnussen’s energy roars like a forge fire as he comes to stand beside me on the promontory. My First Drake smells like good cigars and peat whiskey with honey in it, plus a scorched flavor like battlefield char as the wind blows his scent to me. 

His six-four, massively fit body vibrates with anger in his black bombardier jacket with its lambswool collar, dark jeans, and boots. His palpable anger fixes upon the fishing village of Jurggadden, nestled in the inlet’s jagged cliffs, as he stares out over the cove. 

  As he echoes my fury, both of us raging at what we’ll face there soon.

Ström Eriksson feels like the ocean wind, however, as he comes to stand at my other side. Perfectly built in his tawny bike leathers, Ström’s energy is like the brisk north wind as those gusts tease my hair. No less intense than Bjorn, Ström’s dragon-power feels like the vibrancy of a rushing river. His scent is like glacial river water with elderflower in it as it hits my tongue, brisk and fresh. 

A drake of bright humor but deep thoughts, Ström is unusually quiet today. I feel his tension, even though I can only sense a whisper of his thoughts, since we’re not Bloodbound yet. Like Bjorn and me, Ström’s considering the fact that a lot of potential enemies could be in the village below us right now.

Everyone who’s anyone, gathering for my mentor Maryse Allbright’s wakes this week. 

At my signal to get going, we break from our trio, donning helmets and gloves and returning to our bikes. I fire up my Ducati, turning it hard and peeling out, back to the winding coast road. 

Bjorn and Ström roar out fast behind me, to head down into the village of Jurggadden. I resist seething up into my rageful dragon now as we head down into the town. Usually a sleepy fishing inlet, this town is nevertheless the hub for the surrounding countryside with its festivals. 

Done up to the nines for Beltane, the village is a riot of flowers, colorful ribbons, and party lights strung from every thatched roof and white silberskrae timber. All the rustic Viking lodge-houses have flowers and streamers overwhelming their ingresses, lights cascading between the houses into the city-center and down the steep, winding causeway to the wharf. 

Beltane is a gay time, the best festival of the year here. The beauty and light of this week’s festivities are only marred by portraits of Maryse around town, draped in colorful streamers and flowers for her passing. 

Black crow feathers and white ones from gulls are woven into those streamers, to speed Maryse’s flight to the Void of Ancestors. She was a pillar of the community, and a member of the Black Dragon Knights, the covert ruling body that commands every aspect of Blood Dragon life, even more so than our King. 

That my drakes and I are part of also—subject to their orders, though we may hate it.

I feel not just my loss but everyone’s now, as Bjorn, Ström, and I park our bikes and cut their engines before Maryse’s traditional lodge-house near the highest edge of town, backed by the cliffs. Flowers engulf the porch, streamers and feathers everywhere; we have to palm them aside to get to the open front door, servants coming and going as they prepare for a family wake tonight. It’s darker inside the lofty hall than out in the bright, spring day. As I enter, I blink to adjust my vision.

And am accosted into a massive bear hug.

Trublut Lakkvie growls with delight, heaving me up and spinning me around before setting me back down. He’s dressed in black tactical gear, combat boots, and a white wolf pelt like always; his kind lavender eyes beam in his grizzled, battle-scarred face. Basically my father since my teens, he’s not even that much bigger than me. The strength in the wiry Trublut is massive, though, as he roars with joy, clapping my shoulders and kissing cheeks.

He crams me into another of his big hugs then, as if we haven’t seen each other in ages. He knew I was coming; I called yesterday telling him we’d be here for Maryse’s send-off, and also to talk with him about a Bloodbonding ceremony she mentioned in her last words to me, to help bond my drakes better and gain more control over my Bloodwalker power. Everything with Trublut is like this, though, as he roars with laughter to see me, despite his beloved lifemate’s passing. 

A heart as wide as the sky—and arms that hold the world.

“Rikyava! Darling girl. You made it. Good, good,” Trublut says in his thick Swedish accent as he grins at me, then winks at my two mates. “And you brought your drakes. Good. A Blood Dragon drakaina should have a few drakes with her for Beltane. Should she not?”

I blush instantly. Trublut has always been very frank about sex, and though I am a grown-ass woman now, it still embarrasses me. I brush my innate squeamishness aside, however. I fuck; I like it. 

And I want to do it with both drakes now lingering beside me. 

As Ström laughs in surprised delight and Bjorn gets uncomfortable, sticking a hand out to Trublut like he’s taking me to the prom, Trublut laughs and slaps them both on the shoulders.

“Younglings! Come inside. You’ve arrived just in time for tonight’s family party. Khosh has the feast cooked already and Vjen and I were just working on Maryse’s send-off net. There is much to do before her send-off to the Ancestors in three days. But first, you must go get changed! Our party starts in half an hour and you do not want to be late to the drinking. Yes?”

As Trublut grips my men’s shoulders, then mine, giving me a kind smile, I finally see the sadness in him. It grips my heart as my own ache returns it; he sees my agony and pulls me into a gentler hug now. He holds me as we breathe together for a moment. 

Then pushes back, cupping my cheeks with his rough hands.

“Yes. Yes.” He smiles. “Let the sadness flow, Rikyava. For if we do not, it lingers in the heart, devouring us. And we need our hearts to be alive, to celebrate with those who are still with us. Let your sorrow move you like a great tide and set you free. Yes?”

“Yes,” I say, even as I smile back tears. I don’t want to lose it right now, but I want to cry for my mentor’s passing. Though I loved her, Maryse and I had been on the rocks these past twenty years, because of how I thought she pushed me away after my sister’s coup against our King. Little did I know Maryse was protecting me from danger; perhaps even from inside the Black Dragon Knight’s High Council, to whom I used to report.

Danger we’re all in now—though we have no clue where it’s coming from.

As we follow Trublut into the house, I put danger and intrigue aside, for now. We’re here to help Maryse’s soul go to the Void of Ancestors with her wakes and final send-off this week; as we enter the house, I see the long, Viking-style lodge hall is much the same as when I was last here a week ago. 

Rustic and comfortable yet elegant, built in a traditional style with a ginormous fire pit in the center and a venting hole far above, Maryse’s abode with her mates is made of soaring silberskrae timbers that create vaults like a ship far above. Suites of rooms sprout off the sprawling main area, with heavily carved white wooden doors; every timber and beam are lovingly decorated with Blood Dragons in battle and celebration. 

Our classic rune-language tells ancient stories of valor as it winds around every pillar, even on to the elegant yet rustic wooden furniture. The hay and cedar scent of the longhouse contrasts with a sharp, musky incense that wafts through the gables from beautiful silver censers that smoke blue-white as they hang from the eaves. 

Bearskin rugs and wool blankets are everywhere on the driftwood-carved couches and chairs; the polished timber floors are covered with massive, woven rugs. Charms of feathers, driftwood, nautical rope, and dragon scale dangle from every vaulted window and door. 

To push back darkness and keep evil away.

A dozen massive trestle-tables are laden with food and drink around the perimeter of the hall now, however, in preparation for tonight’s wake. This evening’s party is only a family affair, but more food is still coming from the kitchens—a veritable feast being prepared for tonight. 

When Blood Dragons party, they party hard; since so many of us die in epic battles thanks to our Berserker nature, we celebrate life rather than mourn death. Only after we have thoroughly celebrated our dead do we send them off to the Ancestors. 

As lively music starts outside in the town, I know tonight is about to get crazy. Because we’re celebrating not only Maryse’s life this night, but also the start of Beltane. The entire village is going to get roaring drunk in an hour or less, as the sun sets.

And I plan on being one of them…

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PRE-ORDER NOW OPEN! Light Fae's Love: Vampire Masters of Italy #3

Ahhh! It’s almost here!

I am SO excited to share the PRE-ORDER IS NOW OPEN for Light Fae’s Love: Vampire Masters of Italy #3!

Official release date is Friday, November 17th, 2023.

If you’ve been anticipating the release of book three in the Vampire Masters of Italy series, it will have been worth the wait. This is the best one yet!

Several months ago, my vision for this series changed. In preparation for the third book, I rewrote the language of the first two books, Dark Master’s Kiss and Dark Fae’s Rise, to deliver the entire series in the first-person POV.

You’ll now enjoy the narrative as told by Ariana, Quinn, and Lucca—I hope you love it!

(If you’d like to update your Kindle copy of the first two books, read more on my blog here.)

Are you ready for the heat?!

Click below to pre-order Light Fae’s Love: Vampire Masters of Italy #3, and thanks so much for reading!

XO Ava

PRE-ORDER NOW OPEN! Burn My Heart: Dragons of Blood and Bone #1

Who is ready for a smokin’ hot new series!?

Burn My Heart: Dragons of Blood and Bone #1 is NOW AVAILABLE to pre-order on Amazon – click here to pre-order today!

So many of you expressed an interest in a series for Rikyava, the bad-ass Blood Dragon best friend of Layla Price from the Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco series.

As I was writing the Royal Dragons series, I found myself really loving Rikyava and was excited to explore her story in a full spinoff series.

I can’t wait to share this first book in her story with all of you!

A spicy, slow-burn reverse harem dragon shifter romance with fated mates, enemies-to-lovers, and a kickass heroine, the Dragons of Blood and Bone series is for mature audiences who like their dragons hot! I am hoping to eventually extend this into a 5-6 book series.

Official release date is Friday, December 1st, 2023.

Get ready for the heat!

XO Ava

NEW EXCERPT & PRE-ORDER! Golden Dragon Bind: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #9

Ooooh, it’s almost here!

Golden Dragon Bind: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #9 – the final book in the Royal Dragons series – is nearly finished and will go live on Amazon, in Kindle Unlimited, and in paperback Friday, October 16th!

I’m super excited for this book, which wraps up the series, though I am planning a few stand-alone novels with the Royal Dragons and possibly even ANOTHER series with them in the future – more on that soon. :)

This book concludes the long-awaited final conflict with Hunter, Layla’s Royal Dragon Bind enemy – there are big battles in this one, hot action, and LOTS of intimacy between Layla and her men as the talons come out.

Please enjoy this excerpt from the book, which is available to pre-order here.

XO Ava

***SPOILER ALERT! READ NO FURTHER IF YOU DON’T WANT PLOT POINTS EXPOSED FOR BOOK #9!***

CHAPTER 1 – ROAR

As Layla Price strode through the halls of the Red Letter Hotel Paris, her thoughts were on battle. Though impressed as always at the Hotel’s transformation for a Grand Masquerade, the Palace of Versailles’ French Baroque marble halls in the Twilight Realm resplendent with summer garlands, she could hardly admire the opulence. Moving briskly towards the Hotel Head’s office, summoned for a war-council by her Bound Royal Dragons this afternoon, Layla could feel the star-bright energy of the Bind pulling her towards her drakes as she moved down the ornate halls.

Calling her forward into battle.

Wearing a stretchy burgundy lace cocktail dress with black lace shoulders and blush patent-leather heels, her sable curls pulled up into a chignon, Layla was comfortable in the midsummer heat. Exquisite flower garlands wrapped around the columns; decadent blooms crowding the cupolas for the Litha Bonfire in two days’ time at summer solstice. Gilded braziers were ready to be lit for solstice night, and bonfires had been set up in the gardens, the primary one directly behind the Hotel. Gazing out a bank of windows to the rose gardens, Layla saw the main edifice waiting to burn – five stories tall and fashioned into a massive Desert Dragon raking talons at an unseen foe. Smiling, Layla noted her Royal Golden Siren and Hotel Head Reginald Durant’s intention – that the largest fire of the night show their fierce resistance against their enemy Hunter.

When he came to attack them on solstice night. 

Turning in to the Hotel’s Administration Wing, Layla stepped quickly towards a glowing ember in her heart, Bound by a bright coil of love. Her Royal Desert Dragon mate Adrian Rhakvir’s signature was ever-present inside her since they had re-Bound a week ago and he had been named the Desert Dragon King-Heir. Layla could feel him anywhere in the world now that they’d rejoined with the Star Bind at Wahdi Atlamenta, like they were standing in the same room together. It was like breathing golden fire through her entire body as Layla knocked on the Hotel Head’s office door with its ornate fleur-de-lis, then stepped inside.

Finding her Royal Dragon mates within.

This meeting wasn’t an official battle-planning session, only a progress update Layla had been summoned for by Adrian just now through the Bind. Layla and her men had been at it constantly this past week since Hunter had attacked the Hidden City of Petra. As she entered the vaulted French Baroque office with its massive bay windows and sky-blue drapes, Layla admired how the office had been remodeled with oil paintings of krakens and sea-Dragons by the Hotel Head, her Royal Golden Siren Reginald Durant. 

But it wasn’t Reginald who commanded her attention as she entered. Stepping away from the unlit fireplace, her primary mate Adrian Rhakvir came to greet Layla first as she arrived. Dressed in a charcoal grey vest and trousers with a turquoise pocket square, the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to display his black, gold, and red Desert Dragon leadership tattoos on his forearms. Adrian’s vivid Mediterranean-blue eyes pinned Layla with a sexy tension as he bent his tall, lean frame down to kiss her. For a moment, everyone in the room disappeared as Adrian’s scorching cinnamon-jasmine winds devoured Layla, diving in through her lips as they rushed around her, stroking her everywhere. 

Rising with a hot growl in her throat, Layla’s Desert drakaina was just as eager to greet her primary mate. As Adrian wound her in his arms for a long moment, oblivious to everyone else present, Layla kissed him back, passionately. Heat scorched her veins, lifting a wind of gold, white, red, and turquoise etheric fire in the room. Though it burned nothing, that wind swirled the drapes, flooding summer sunlight through the office as they kissed. 

“Hi.” Adrian breathed as he at last pulled away, nuzzling her nose. “Glad you could make it.”

“Me, too.” Layla spoke as her heart hammered. “Give me more than five minutes’ warning next time though, huh?”

“Sure.” He answered as a small smile curled his perfect lips.

But then Layla’s Royal Golden Siren Reginald Durant was moving out from behind his stout desk to welcome her with a kiss also; just as loving, but brief today. Succinct but tender, Reginald was in business mode as his deep waters churned through their Bind. Dressed in an elegant tan vest and trousers with gold pinstripes, his long golden hair was clipped half-back, showing his sharply exquisite features as he smiled at her – tense.

As her Crystal Dragon King Dusk Arlohaim moved in next, Layla gave him a smile. Wearing a slim midnight blue Italian suit, plus diamond cufflinks and a Rolex that brought out the bright diamond-sapphire of his eyes, light refracted through Dusk’s dark hair as he enjoyed his kiss. Standing near the fireplace, Layla’s best friend and Head of the Hotel Guard Rikyava Andersen nodded to Layla as Layla finished kissing Dusk. Fighter-statuesque with her long Swedish-blonde braid pulled over the shoulder of her crimson 1800’s Guardsman uniform, Rikyava was armed to the teeth with obsidian Dragon-killing blades that glimmered violet. 

And as Layla finished greeting everyone, she saw who was making her lovers and friend irate today in the Hotel Head’s office. The Master Vampire Quindici DaPonti – who gave Layla an elegant nod from where he stood in front of Reginald’s desk. 

“Layla. Good to see you.”

“Quinn.” Layla blinked as she returned to Adrian and he wrapped an arm around her. “I didn’t know you were coming to help with the battle.”

“Reginald asked for my help. So I’m here.” Tall and regal, Quindici DaPonti was an enigma; Layla still didn’t understand him even though she’d trusted him often enough. As he turned to her, his short waves of dark russet hair were expertly styled, his onyx eyes penetratingly intense, a flash of red-copper blazing in both as he stood in the sun’s rays. Dressed in a charcoal jacket and slacks with a crisp black shirt, he wore a blood-crimson pocket square along with a plethora of gold men’s rings. A dark nimbus of power flowed around him in the day, devouring the light. As Quinn glanced to Reginald, returned behind the desk, Reginald lifted a straight golden eyebrow at him. From the firm set of Reginald’s jaw, his eyes a frosty blue, Layla could tell her Royal Golden Siren wasn’t liking this discussion.

Whatever it was about. 

“I asked for you to organize Guard reinforcements for the upcoming battle, Quinn.” Reginald spoke now, continuing their conversation. “Not bring your entire Dark Haven of Florence here like you did when you arrived last night.”

“My Dark Haven Vampires make up the bulk of the Florence Hotel’s Guard, Reginald.” Quinn addressed Reginald now, returning to what was apparently an argument between them. “I have arranged for a number of Guardsmen from other Hotels to arrive in the next few days before solstice, but on such short notice, you get what you get. My Florentine Vampires are tremendous fighters. Are you saying you would refuse our aid?”

“No, I’m not saying that.” Reginald spoke sharply. “But I’ve seen how your Guard operate.”

“Yeah, brutal is putting it elegantly.” Rikyava snorted now as she crossed her arms, staring Quinn down.

“Are you saying my Vampires are too brutal to have on your Hotel’s grounds?” Quindici spoke dangerously to both Rikyava and Reginald as his dark aura swirled around him. “Because you know I have my younger brethren well in hand, Aldo. They are not Revenants.”

“I know, Quinn.” Reginald passed a hand over his eyes now in a gesture Layla had never seen, frustrated and irate all at once. “It’s just that Rikyava and I are already receiving complaints from allies who have remained to fight that your Vampires are terrifying them almost to the point of abandoning the Hotel and going elsewhere to wait this out.” 

“Some of them are my own Guard.” Rikyava spoke up again with a severe eyeball at Quinn.

“It’s not my fault your Paris allies lack courage. Or your Guard.” Quinn spoke with a cutting edge now as he glanced to Rikyava, a scathing tone in his voice before he looked back to Reginald. “Love is war, Aldo. The Florence Hotel has never allowed perfumed weaklings in its ranks.”

“Yet we at the Paris Hotel uphold that love is love, Quinn – not war.” Adrian spoke up now from where he and Layla stood. “The original tenets of the entire Hotel organization.”

“An organization we’ve discovered was begun by Hunter.” Quinn turned his ire upon Adrian as he raised a caustic russet eyebrow, his dark aura cool as it licked over Layla’s skin. “An experiment to unite the world, but why did Hunter abandon it? Because he knew love is weak without dominance behind it.”

“You can believe that if you want to.” Adrian spoke back, matching Quinn’s dark iciness with a formidable power of his own. “But Reginald and I and everyone else who works here at the Paris Hotel don’t see it that way. Love becomes stronger when we all work together – and power does, too. Domination only leads to fracturing in the ranks.”

“As we’re already seeing with your Vampires intimidating everyone else here in just a scant twelve hours.” Rikyava snorted again, though Reginald held a hand out to her now.

“Domination gets things done.” Quinn spoke with the deep chill of the grave as he looked back to Reginald. “It is efficient.”

“Domination is the tactic Hunter uses, Quinn.” Reginald spoke quietly now, a fierce intensity on his face. “And if you want to work that way… then we don’t need you.”

Layla held her breath at Reginald’s sudden ultimatum against their longtime ally, watching her Royal Golden Siren and the Florentine Master Vampire stare each other down. Suddenly, she understood why Adrian had summoned her, as Reginald’s powers contested with Quinn’s in the bright afternoon. A drowning swirl of Reginald’s etheric golden Siren-energy crashed against Quinn’s dark nimbus; for a moment, Layla actually saw the two powers fight in the room with dark flare of wrath and shining swirl of etheric water. 

As if Quinn’s dark power was trying to wrestle Reginald’s bright seas into submission, both magics heaved up in a wrathful contest, and Layla felt an old feud in it. Standing by, she felt for a moment how intensely strong Quinn was – in a way he’d never shown before. But drawing upon the steady energies of Layla, Adrian, and Dusk, Reginald suddenly overcame his feuding with Quinn. And with a hammering sweep of the Bind, Reginald washed that contest away – his vast etheric waters rushing out and surrounding Quinn.

Confining the Vampire’s darkness.

“You dominate me at last.” Quinn’s smile was cold as he stared Reginald down, and only then did Layla realize she’d been watching a battle of wills and mind-magics as the Master Vampire and Royal Siren engaged. Something Adrian had anticipated and wanted her here to help with when he’d summoned her just five minutes ago. “Fine. I will command my Vampires to be less overbearing with your people. But we are not the monsters you think us. I hope someday to impress that upon you.”

“Indeed.” Reginald spoke, easing his etheric magic around Quindici like a tsunami rolling back now. “We will have a conversation about all this once Hunter’s threat is over. In the meantime, I thank you for your efforts on behalf of the Red Letter Hotel Paris.”

“I do this for you, Aldo. Never think otherwise.” Quinn spoke bluntly then, staring Reginald down as his dark nimbus gave one last impressive swirl. And then he turned, nodding stiffly to Adrian and everyone else as he flowed to the door and moved out, closing the door so firmly behind him it was nearly a slam. A dark aura permeated the space for a long moment, as if Quinn had left some of his black mood behind to drain all joy from the day. But with a wash of sea-gold energy, Reginald banished the last of the Vampire’s power. Taking a deep breath, Reginald looked over as Adrian curled Layla to his side.

“Thank you. All of you.” Reginald spoke softly as he watched Layla, Adrian, and Dusk. “It’s not easy for me to face Quindici sometimes, and be strong with him.”

“No problem.” Adrian spoke back as he and Reginald shared an accord that was new between them since Reginald had pushed Adrian at Wahdi Atlamenta to show his true power.

“Well, I suppose that was a win.” Rikyava spoke with a snort, one hand resting on her rapier as if she’d wanted to use it. “Who knows what Quinn getting his Vampires to be less overbearing means, but at least maybe it won’t drive our allies off before the fight in two days.”

“So what’s up Quinn’s butt?” Layla asked, having never seen him so irate.

“The fact that he wants me but can’t have me.” Reginald spoke succinctly, though his voice was decidedly warmer now as he came out from his power-position behind the desk. Moving over, Reginald stroked Layla’s cheek with his knuckles, then kissed her on the lips far more tenderly than when she’d first arrived. “Quinn has desired me a long while, Layla. But he does not see himself as a person who can have true love, only dominate others, and so it frustrates him that I am no longer submissive to him. I have discovered true love with you in the Bind, whereas Quinn doesn’t understand that equal sharing of hearts. I no longer function in a hierarchy of dominance and submission with my loves; and Quinn doesn’t know how to be that way with me.”

“But he’s helping the Paris Hotel because he wants you back,” Layla understood suddenly.

“Yes, Quinn does nothing without personal motivation.” Reginald spoke as he brushed one of Layla’s sable curls back from her face. “And while I appreciate his help, there is no room in the Bind for someone like him, who believes only in dominance and not love.”

“Just like Hunter.” Layla spoke back with a sigh, knowing what Reginald was getting at, yet hating that every conversation turned back to their enemy these days.

“Indeed.” Reginald replied as he smiled softly.

Just then, a knock came at the doors, breaking Layla and Reginald’s moment as she felt a deep wave of silver-dark oceanic energy flow through the room. As her Royal Silver Siren Fury Durant entered, Layla was mesmerized for a moment by Reginald’s twin, just as elegantly beautiful as his brother though more sensually moon-dark. With his long silver hair braided loosely over one shoulder, he was intensely poetic, dressed in a dove grey three-piece suit with a midnight blue tie and pocket square that matched his dark blue eyes. As he entered, the massive power of Fury’s tremendous oceanic Siren-drake washed him to Layla for a deep kiss before he turned to the others.

“Layla, everyone. I’ve received an update from our sister Leni just now over the phone.” Fury spoke in his sensually musical voice, lovely as the deepest currents of the ocean. The Siren’s half-sister Leniana Morregain was Queen at their clan-home of Deep Harbor in the North Sea, helping to house non-combatants until things were over with Hunter. 

“What did Leni say?” Layla asked, blinking to break her trance at Fury’s ridiculous beauty. 

“She’s found space for all our non-combatants in the Siren’s underwater grottoes.” Fury continued with a soft smile now, knowing the effect he had on Layla. “They’re being protected by her best warriors, though she says it leaves few people to send us for the fight. But as of now, innocents from Château de Chambord, Deep Harbor, the Scandinavian Blood Dragon cities, Manadora, and the Paris Hotel are safe undersea. As for our allies, Storm Dragon fighters from France and the British Isles have already departed from Deep Harbor. They’re en route here, though Rhennic’s making one last stop at Chambord to leave instructions for his Lightning-Strikers defending the palace.”

“My Crystal Dragon non-combatants are in our caverns also,” Dusk spoke up briskly now, adding to Fury’s report. “Our cities are emptied except those left to protect them; my mother Sky Arlohaina is coordinating the underground. And as of this morning, Adrian’s and King Lethou Mathii’s Desert Dragon non-combatants are also in our care, in caverns near Wahdi Atlamenta.”

“Good.” Adrian nodded. “Riad Rhakvir and Wahdi Atlamenta are emptied now, except for a few protectors. King Mathii and his Black Spear Dragons arrived here this morning, along with Rachida, Emir, and my best Wind-Warders from Morocco.”

“My uncle King Huttr Erdhelm and our Scandinavian Blood Dragons got in last night.” Rikyava added also now. “And Jenna Ostlheim and Lars Kurs in Concierge Services have rooms ready for the Storm Dragons when they arrive.”

“Good.” Fury nodded to Rikyava with a flash of silver in his dark blue eyes, the look of his Siren-drake ready for a fight. “I’ll contact Rhennic and let him know when we’re finished here.”

“Sure ’nuff hot stuff.” Rikyava winked back, and Layla watched them share an accord. The closer they got to battle, the more Rikyava and Fury had both become almost viciously cavalier, as if both were looking forward to the fight ahead. Dusk shared their battle-ready eagerness, and as Rikyava slapped Dusk’s shoulder now, she glanced to him and Fury. “Hey. We’ve got a breather this afternoon. You two wanna practice fighting down in the Guardhall? We could work with blades again, make it some really fun trouble.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Dusk grinned back, though Fury only gave a nod, his eyes shining silver. 

“Wait. Forbidden blades?” Holding a hand out, Layla stopped Rikyava. “The fuck? You’re going to practice with Dragon-killing weapons on my men?”

“Chill, Layla. We’ve been practicing with them all week.” Rikyava winked at her now. “Dusk and Fury can each withstand ten strikes per hour now. And they’re healing in under three minutes.”

“Dusk, Fury, why didn’t you tell me?” Astounded that they’d been doing such dangerous combat-training, Layla blinked incredulously at her mates. 

“Easy, Layla.” Dusk spoke back as he corralled her around the waist, pulling her away from Adrian. Holding her close, he sent a soothing rumble into her. “We’re doing fine. And if Hunter Binds any of the Desert Dragon King Lethou Mathii’s Black Spear Dragons against us, we’ll need to know how fast we can recover from poison. Don’t worry, we’re holding back enough that we have strength to heal.”

“I know, just…” Layla protested as she smoothed her hands down his lapels. “I worry about you. All of you.”

“We worry about you, too.” Dusk smiled sweetly as he kissed her lips. “But you’re a ball-busting powerhouse of a drakaina and we’re ovary-busting powerhouses of drakes. You’ve got to let us flex our muscles for battle, Layla.”

“Just as we trust you to do, too.” Fury spoke up also. 

Fury had a point, and taking a deep breath as Dusk held her, Layla absorbed it. Nothing was assured in this upcoming battle; and no one’s life was, either. If they were going to fight Hunter, they had to bring it – and Layla knew everyone practicing close to their edge would make their Bind stronger when battle came. Still, her drakaina gave a roar of fire through her veins with a scorched bourbon-orange scent, worrying about her drakes fighting with deadly poison. But Hunter and his army of Royal Dragon Binds were deadlier still – and as Layla looked to Adrian and Reginald and then back to Fury and Dusk, she saw that knowledge in them all.

“We’ve got to bring our A-game at solstice, huh?” Layla spoke with a wry smile.

“Good thing we have an A-Team to do it with.” Dusk grinned tenderly down at her. 

As her Bound men’s energies smoothed through her with a deep, loving support now, Layla cinched an arm around Dusk, reaching out to clasp Adrian’s hand. But even as she did, she suddenly felt a massive roar hit her through the Bind. Reeling, her fingers clamped hard upon Adrian as all her men staggered from that roar. 

And as a vision suddenly opened up through them all, Layla saw it was her Royal Storm Dragon Rhennic Erdhelm far away in the Loire Valley who had roared through them. A view of a storm-dark sky suddenly filled them; Rhennic rushing up fast into his massive Royal Storm Drake with another terrible, thundering roar. As Layla watched, Dragons of all kinds came flooding out of a black rift in the sky over Château de Chambord, home of the Storm Dragons of Europe. 

As Rhennic engaged Hunter in battle.

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NEW EXCERPT & PRE-ORDER! Royal Dragon Renegade: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #8

I’m so excited!

The pre-order is finally here for Royal Dragon Renegade: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #8 – the next-to-last book in the Royal Dragon series – releasing on August 28th!

This book is all about Adrian as he fights to prove his worth to Layla as a mate, as their final confrontation with their enemy Hunter looms…

Pre-Order here on Amazon – the book will also be on Kindle Unlimited and in paperback on release day.

Get ready for the heat!

XO Ava

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ROYAL DRAGON RENEGADE: ROYAL DRAGON SHIFTERS OF MOROCCO #8

CHAPTER 1 – ADRIAN

Layla Price woke up from a dead sleep, on fire. 

She wasn’t actually on fire, but the covers were; and as Layla cried out, rolling quickly out of the king-plus sized ebony bed and hitting the marble floor of Adrian’s rooms in Riad Rhakvir on all fours, she heard an earth-shattering roar from Adrian. As Layla yanked the burning sheet off the bed, along with the duvet which was starting to catch fire now also, she saw Adrian twist in bed – still asleep as he roared again. Naked in the sheets, he writhed with nightmares, each roar flooding another wave of red-aqua fire from his skin.

Making the bed a conflagration.

“Adrian!” Layla shouted as she rushed in, seizing him with her drakaina’s shocked strength and hauling him off the bed to the floor also. Tall and lean but deeply muscled, Adrian Rhakvir was heavier than he looked; as he crashed to the floor he jolted awake, though another wave of red-aqua fire rushed from him, flashing up the tall ebony bedposts to the teal silk drapes and canopy above. As Adrian’s long black eyelashes flashed open, Layla saw only the madness of nightmares in his beautiful Mediterranean-blue eyes for a moment. But then his eyes focused and with a swift in-breath, he heaved up to a crouch.

Corralling Layla back from the burning bed. 

At a safe distance now in his palatial rooms, Adrian squared his shoulders as he faced the bed like an enemy with Layla behind him. Raising his hands and making a brisk maneuver like a fast Tai Chi, he produced a tightly-swirling vortex of wind with his Desert Dragon magics, pouring that wind over the flames. In half a moment, his wind-funnel had sucked the oxygen from the fire – snuffing it out to swirling black smoke and leaving the rest of the room untouched.

But the bedding was ruined – and both their sleep with it.

“Holy hells, Adrian!” Layla coughed with her elbow over her nose and mouth as smoke devoured Adrian’s rooms, lit only by low-flickering votives in blue and gold Moroccan glass lanterns in niches around the walls now. “What was that?!”

“I had a nightmare.” He spoke tersely as he moved his hands again, creating a brisk wind through his beautiful Moroccan room with its vaulted white stone arches and ornate zelij tile in cool blues and greens. That wind whirled through the gables, throwing open blue glass and wrought-iron window panes to let the night breeze in and the smoke out. Raising a hand next at the smoke still seething from the bed, Adrian started a gentler wind, driving the rest of the smoke out a far bank of arched windows with filigreed walls and into a moonlit garden of honeysuckle and night-blooming jasmine. In a few moments the room was clear, though the lower bedsheet, pillows, and the silk drapes on the canopy continued to smolder. 

Moving in with a fierce tension in his tall, lean frame, Adrian rifled a hand through his brush-cut black hair, then yanked the lower sheet from the mattress with a deep growl. As Layla stood watching, raising her eyebrows at his furious motion, Adrian ripped the smoking mattress-topper from the bed next along with the blackened king-sized pillows. Beneath, the mattress had thankfully been spared from the fire, and Adrian heaved a sigh of relief. Yanking down the singed silk drapes from the tall ebony bedposts but leaving the upper canopy which was merely smoke-smirched, he bundled everything up and took it to the massive marble bathroom adjacent to his suite. Layla heard the tub water run then shut off, and soon Adrian returned sans burned bedding.

His hands washed free of soot.

As Layla raised her eyebrows he merely looked at her, something dark in his beautiful blue-green eyes. Out in the gardens of the Riad it was still deep night, and Layla finally heard crickets and night-birds begin to whir and chirrup again now that the disturbance was over. But she was still shaken as she watched Adrian move to a large ornately-carved teakwood hutch in his rooms, fetching out new sheets, pillows, and a back-up white duvet. Stepping back, he avoided eye contact as he resolutely began re-making the bed, finishing with the pillows. But as he turned to face her, there was suddenly nothing more for him to do. 

Lifting his gaze, Adrian’s eyes were full of conflict as he said, “Forgive me.”

“I mean, I do,” Layla spoke, flustered, “but what the hell was that all about?”

“I’m having nightmares again.” Adrian sighed, something tired filling him as his rage finally left. Raising his left hand with his Clan First tattoo of a red, black, and gold Desert Dragon coiling up to his elbow, he rifled his short black hair again. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Since when?” Layla spoke quietly, moving towards Adrian like one might approach a wild animal. But he was fully awake and the danger passed now, and he let Layla come to him, his hands rising to cradle her waist as their bodies came close. He was warm in the night; so warm, as if he had a fever. Close now, Layla could see how his entire body glistened with sweat as if he’d actually had a fever during his sleep, or had run a race in his dreams. Reaching up, she touched the beads of sweat on his brow and Adrian flinched, reaching up and touching his sweat also.

“I should go shower.” He spoke shortly, though as he tried to pull away, Layla didn’t let him. She could still feel something dark churning in him, even though they weren’t yet re-Bound since she had gotten her drakaina’s power back a week ago after visiting her enemy Hunter. Layla couldn’t read Adrian’s mind or magics well right now, but his dark eyes and body language told her his dream had been something bad, to have sparked one of his nighttime fires. 

Adrian had warned Layla a number of months ago that he sometimes had bad dreams and they sparked fires in his sleep. It had been a thing when he was younger, but he’d told her he mostly had it under control; in all their nights sleeping together these past months, he’d never once torched the bed. But Layla had experienced it now – and as she stared up at him, she saw anger and deep embarrassment in his eyes. 

Reaching up, she cradled his beloved face in her hands, so striking and handsomely elegant with his high cheekbones and defined jaw. Her heart opened for him, and she felt him sense her emotions through the small thread of Bind that still remained between them. But their mystical connection wasn’t fully re-opened yet, and even though Layla felt Adrian sense her love for him, she also felt him suddenly pull away from that love. As they stood together, a wry smile took his lips as he reached up, pulling her hands gently down.

Though he did set their foreheads together as he heaved a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry you had to see that just now. I’m sorry I almost torched you.”

“Don’t apologize,” Layla spoke, reaching up and touching his cheek again and the soft black stubble on his defined jaw. “I’m a Desert Dragon, too, remember? A little scorch and heat doesn’t hurt me, Adrian. But I’m worried about you. What are these nightmares you’re having, and since when? And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m dreaming of—” But Adrian hesitated then, his straight dark brows knitting as he frowned. Blinking his long dark lashes, he finally said, “I’m dreaming of battle, Layla. It’s been happening ever since you came back from Hunter’s realm a week ago. They weren’t so bad at first, but now… Jesus, they’re getting fucking vivid.”

“And clearly fire was involved in these battles.” Layla frowned at him now as she watched his eyes roil through twenty different colors of green and blue like the Mediterranean Sea, flecks of gold brightening in them then fading. “Were they Dragon-battles? Are you having dreams about battling against Hunter?”

“They were Dragon-battles, but not against Hunter, no.” Heaving a sigh, Adrian reached up to brush one of Layla’s long sable curls back from her face as he cradled her closer. “I don’t want to go into details, Layla, but suffice it to say it was intense.”

“I guess so.” Layla spoke, though she was tender as she stroked Adrian’s lean, chiseled chest. His beautifully cut runner’s muscles were outlined by the slanting moonlight and the Moroccan colored-glass votives burning low in the midnight hour. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?”

“Later.” Adrian smiled softly now as he raised Layla’s hand to his lips, kissing her gently. “Right now, I just want to go back to bed. I feel like I just ran twenty marathons, and you need to get up early tomorrow to fly out to Cinque Terre for your vacation with Reginald.”

“Re-Binding Reginald and the rest of my men can wait, if something’s going on with you.” Layla spoke with a soft frown as she and Adrian watched each other in the night. “I know that’s what I’ve planned for the week, to go see them all and give them my surprises so we can re-Bind – but if something’s up with you, Adrian, maybe I should cancel and be here instead.”

“No.” Adrian smiled down at her now as he brushed her curls back from her face again. “You already planned this entire week with the rest of your mates, Layla, to re-Bind them so we’ll be stronger against Hunter when he finally comes for us, after everything that happened a week ago. You need to go to them. I’ll be fine. And I’ll be right here when you get back so you and I can re-Bind also. Come on, let’s get back to bed.”

But even as Adrian stepped back, tugging her by the hand and entreating her with his eyes to return to bed, Layla hesitated. As her fire-bright drakaina coiled over restlessly inside her veins, making a lightly scorched bourbon-orange scent roll from her skin, Layla understood her Dragon’s deep intuition. Even without her Bind to Adrian re-opened yet, she could feel something was up with him – something he didn’t want to tell her about just yet. 

But Adrian had always been secretive, even though he’d gotten a lot better since he and Layla had become Bound. She’d learned that sometimes he just needed a little space to process; and even though she could tell he was avoiding something right now, Layla at last relented. With a sigh, she stepped to him, letting him guide them back to the now non-burning bed.

“You’ll tell me, right?” She spoke with a lifted eyebrow as she came to the bedside. “About whatever is giving you nightmares? I can feel something’s up with you, Adrian. Even without us being re-Bound just yet.”

“I know.” He smiled wryly, pulling her close at the beside and netting her in his long hands again. “I can’t hide much from you, Layla, and I want to tell you about these dreams, I just… think I need to get some clarity on them myself first.”

“I get that.” Layla spoke understandingly as she smoothed her hands over his firm chest. “I do. It just hurts me to see you twisting about something, Adrian. Our couples counseling sessions with Rake André have been going well this week, and I feel like we’ve reached a new level of honesty with each other since I returned from Hunter’s realm… but I know that whole thing was really hard for you, and if there’s something lingering—”

“There’s not, Layla.” Adrian spoke gently but firmly now as he whispered his soft lips over hers. “Let’s just go back to bed. Please?”

“Okay…” Layla’s Dragon-intuition told her to be stubborn with her most headstrong mate – but as he whispered his lips over hers, Layla suddenly couldn’t think. As her drakaina rose high in her veins in a fire-bright rush, she felt herself heat to Adrian. Suddenly, her entire body was on high alert; every place their skin touched scorching with a deep arousal that had nothing to do with Dragon-fire and everything to do with burning the bed up in a different way. As Adrian opened his lips, still running them slowly over hers, Layla’s breath was suddenly very high in her chest. Her lips fell open as he caressed her, his hands kneading at her waist.

Deep and possessive and sweet. 

Pulling her in closer, Adrian eased his lips over hers; touching, pressing. Her heart hammered in her chest now as she moved to his rhythm; pressing back, seeking him until they finally began to kiss. Drawing her lower lip gently between his, Adrian sucked her sweet and slow as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her tight to his very firm, hot body – and other very firm, hot things. Layla made a sound in her throat as he kissed her more strongly now, bending her back with his tall, iron-lean height. Heat rushed through them both as he began to devour her with his lips, and her body with his strong hands.

And her magic with his burning, graceful power.

As they kissed, their Dragons began to race through their bodies and beyond them in a cascade of gold-white and red-aqua etheric flames, flaring through the room. Spiraling into each other like a slow vortex, a coil of molten gold began to braid between their bodies and hearts – but even as Layla felt it sear her, so bright, Adrian suddenly pulled back. Heaving hard breaths, he pressed their foreheads together as their hearts beat hard, and Layla felt him pull his magic back from hers.

And his ardor with it as he took deep breaths of cool night air. 

Frowning now, Layla wondered why Adrian was shutting down their Bind just as it had begun to re-open. More than any of her other mates, she needed to re-Bind Adrian; not just to be stronger against their enemy Hunter, but also because she loved her primary mate and missed him. But all this week since her return from Hunter’s realm, Adrian had done this – pulling away just as things began to get hot between them. Gazing up at him now, Layla’s brows knit as she fought a sensation of rejection howling through her veins from her upset drakaina. 

And her deeply confused heart.

But Adrian’s eyes were open; as Layla pulled back, she found his gaze unfocused and staring – as if he’d returned to his previous nightmares. Reaching up, she touched his face and he startled beneath her fingertips, as if he’d somehow fallen back asleep while still awake. Deeply concerned, Layla felt a roil of worry flood her veins for her mate as another scorched wave of bourbon and orange peel scent wafted from her skin.

Wondering what was going on with him.

“Adrian? Are you alright?” She asked, watching him carefully in the night.

“I’m just… tired.” He spoke quietly, though his gaze had slipped away again. “I think I just need some sleep tonight, Layla. These dreams have been wearing me out all week. Let’s go to bed and we can deal with it in the morning before you fly out to Manadora. And when you get back from re-Binding all your other men this week, we can talk about it further. Maybe I’ll have some clarity by then. But I think I may need to go see someone while you’re gone, who can help me through these battles I’m dreaming about.”

“Rake’s good with dream-guiding,” Layla brainstormed, still not wanting to let this go tonight but sensing how tired Adrian truly was. “You could call him, maybe do some dream-seeking this week while I’m gone, like I did at the Dreaming Canyon a few weeks ago in Moab.”

“Maybe.” Adrian nodded, nuzzling her nose again. But without further talk, he threw the new covers back on the bed, sliding in and scooting over so Layla could climb into the king-plus sized ebony bed with him. As he settled on his back, she snuggled close beneath the featherweight bedding, listening to night-creatures peep in the midsummer gardens outside. Sliding his arm around her, Adrian’s strong shoulder and bicep became her pillow as she curled around his long, lean body, snugging her leg up over his hip. He turned his chin in to her and their lips met.

Kissing in the darkness of the night. 

But the passion had gone from him now, and Adrian was simply quiet as he kissed her, not allowing his powerful Desert drake to rise in his veins or blister around her any more tonight. As their kiss ended and he settled to his back, Layla stroked her lips over his strong chest, cuddling in to him. But though he tucked his arm around her, cupping his other hand over her hip as he curled her to him, he said nothing more.

And Layla lay awake a long time – wondering why Adrian was blocking them from re-Binding.

All content copyright Ava Ward 2020. All rights reserved. No portion of this content may be reproduced without the author’s written permission.

PRE-ORDER NOW! Sea Dragon's Destiny: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #6

It’s almost here!

Sea Dragon’s Destiny: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #6 is now available to pre-order on Amazon – click here to pick it up today!

I am so excited for this book! If you're a Reginald fan, this one is for you. This book is all about HOT SIRENS as Layla and Rhennic help Reginald face his father the Siren King and his clan's demands of him.

I have really been looking forward to this installment, as I am fascinated with Siren culture – the romance is uber-spicy, the settings are fantastic, and we get some ultra-badass action in this one. 

Watch out! The North Sea Sirens are going to seduce you. :)

Official release date is now April 10th, 2020.

Get ready for the heat!

XO Ava

COVER ART ALERT! Storm Dragon's Desire: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #4

Oooh, baby! This cover art is HOT!

I’m loving the new design the great folks over at Damonza did for Storm Dragon’s Desire: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #4.

This book features Layla and Luke on the cover, her sexy and tempestuous human ex-boyfriend from Seattle who gets caught up in the dangers of the Twilight Realm in book #4.

And yes, this book was previously known as “Blood Dragon’s Heat”, but I changed it due to Blood Dragon antics now happening in a different book. :)

Enjoy the visual feast! Pre-order will go up soon on Amazon, and the book releases December 6th.

XO Ava

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PRE-ORDER NOW ON AMAZON! Crystal Dragon's Kiss: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #2

It’s almost here!

Crystal Dragon’s Kiss: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #2 is now available for pre-order on Amazon!

ABOUT THE BOOK:

She’s the strongest Dragon of the century. But can she master her power before someone else traps her with it?

Layla Price is a Royal Dragon Bind, a rare and dangerous type of Dragon-shifter. Able to bind other Dragons to her will, Layla’s power calls only the strongest mates.

But after nearly killing her ex-boyfriend in Seattle with her magic, she’s got a target on her back. As a dark force begins to hunt her, Layla finds herself fighting alone – her Royal Dragon lover, the renegade billionaire Adrian Rhakvir, absent on mysterious business.

And when her power attracts new protectors – including her hot Crystal Dragon boss at the Red Letter Hotel Paris – Layla must make a choice.

Can she wait for Adrian to return?

Or will she take a new lover to fight at her side through the darkness?

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This second installment of the Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco series will release on Amazon June 13th, and will be free for Kindle Unlimited. So excited!! :)

XO Ava

NEW RELEASE! FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED!

Royal Dragon Bind: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #1 is out on Amazon!

Get it here – free if you are in Kindle Unlimited!

Ava Ward writes hot & sexy paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi romance, and is the pen name for Amazon bestselling and award-winning fantasy author Jean Lowe Carlson. 

The Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco series is a billionaire reverse harem dragon shifter romance, involving a strong, intelligent heroine who attracts multiple sexy bad-boy billionaire dragon lovers. 

The world is racy, opulent, and sensual, with intense action sequences, political intrigue, and dangerous enemies. 

The themes are uplifting with HFN endings perfect for fans of Lost Girl, True Blood, Anita Blake, Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, Ilona Andrews, Richelle Mead, and Charlene Hartnady.

For the best experience, the books should be read in sequence.

What advance readers are saying:

"Oh my, my, my! I’m in love! This is a beautiful page turner. A perfect mix of romance, fantasy, and suspense with different worlds, dimensions, and species. I can’t wait to get into the politics, history, and the love story! Ava Ward is off to an awesome start!" – Queen Nuba, Advance Reader

"Ms. Ward so delightfully builds up characters, every one of them was memorable and delightful! Basically, I enjoyed every word. In fact, I have just decided to re-read in order to enjoy even more. Thank you Ava for such a beautiful escape into the Twilight Realm!" – Eileen M., Advance Reader

"OMG!!!!!! Love it! I need to read the rest!!!!!!!!" – Judy C., Advance Reader

NOW AVAILABLE! Pre-Order "Royal Dragon Bind" on Amazon!

Pre-Order is now open on Amazon for Royal Dragon Bind: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #1!

Release date is Wednesday, May 1st, 2019, and all pre-orders will be delivered straight to your Kindle on Wed.

This is the first book in what will likely be an 8-12 book series, all following the same characters.

The Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco series is a billionaire reverse harem dragon shifter romance, involving a strong, intelligent heroine who attracts multiple sexy bad-boy billionaire dragon lovers. 

The world is racy, opulent, and sensual, with intense action sequences, political intrigue, and dangerous enemies. 

The themes are uplifting with HFN endings perfect for fans of Lost Girl, True Blood, Anita Blake, Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, Ilona Andrews, Richelle Mead, and Charlene Hartnady.

For the best experience, the books should be read in sequence. :)

Release date for the second book Crystal Dragon’s Kiss: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #2 is tentatively set for Thursday, June 13th 2019.

Also, the release date for the third book Sea Dragon’s Command: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #3 is tentatively set for Thursday, July 11th 2019.

Are you ready for the heat?

XO Ava