Caleb is dark, hot, and commanding in human form. As a dragon, he’s a force to be reckoned with. When he witnesses the slave Lileta being beaten by his Overlord Odage, he nearly comes unglued. Without understanding why, he asks to take the slave as his own, but soon realizes his longing is more than an attraction to a beautiful woman. In a sick twist of fate, the gods have given him a demon as his mate—one he can never touch unless he wishes his own death. His only choice is to grant her freedom.
Lileta wanted to kill Caleb, but when she is freed by this tempting male, her anger turns to a desire that can only prove fatal. Even if she could claim him as her own, her dark past makes her unworthy of his love.
When their paths continue to intertwine, spiraling them to the brink of passion, can they resist the yearnings burning within them, or will they submit to their fatal desire
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When Katrina faces the death of her father, she is left with only one choice. Hire a local demon to help her retrieve a mythical healing stone from deep in the Amazon. However, when the two finally meet, sparks fly. The man is a walking sex god and when he offers to pleasure her in exchange for his services, she finds it hard to refuse.
Damis only intended to have a good time with the beautiful blond who entered his office. Little did he know, the vixen was not only half demon, but his mate to as well. Can he resist the urge to bond with her? Or will his desire be his downfall.
As a child, Valerie would often get into trouble for peeking at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark Shadows. She can still hear her mother saying “It will give you nightmares.” She was right of course, but that did not stop Valerie from watching. As an adult, her love of the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any vampire movie she could find.
Being a true romantic, Valerie was thrilled when she discovered the genre of paranormal romance. Her first read was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she was hooked.
Today, Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby and her two German shepherd dogs, in Northern IL.
Valerie is a member of Romance Writers of America and Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Romance Writers. She is also a member of Coffee Talk Writers and the Coffee Talk website–a site designed to support established writers and foster new talent.
Can her love save him or will she be his downfall?
underwear ironed? Check.
Gold plated hearing
Pink doggy booties,
times four? Check.
Tee is Vegas’s
favorite casino hostess, ready to grant her high rollers their every quirky
wish. But when her own wish to financially help her Paiute Tribe finally comes
true, she decides to double-down with lady luck and go for a hot hook-up with
her sexy boss, Leo. Unfortunately, Tee’s about to find out why their romance is
such a long shot—Leo is a shape-shifting dragon.
Leo needs a proper
dragon mate to save his waning dragon form, and despite their magnetic sexual
attraction, he knows Tee is anything but proper—or a dragon. But when threats
arise from Tee's tribe, Leo’s protective instincts kick in. Can he give up his
dragon form for the woman he loves—even if it means shortening his life? Or has
Tee finally had enough of having her heart dragged around?
My Book Review-
This is the 2nd book in this book series. We are back in Vegas Baby and another Dragon is looking for a mate-This is Leo andTee book-
What a wonderful world this author has given us- Casino' in Vegas ran by Dragon shifters. The hero is Leo a dragon shifter looking for his true mate and Tee the native american casino hostess. Lots of conflict between the two that resolves its self as the story unfolds. Also we have the story of Tee and her Dad and the Native American politics to add background to the story. A true story of love and commitment -even though rocky at times. If you haven't read the first book -please give it a try-
Now we have to wait for the next book to see which dragon is next to find a mate!
A knock sounded on the office door and a petite blonde in a va-va-voom black evening dress poked her head in the office. “Miss Talulah?” she asked around smacking gum.
“Yes?” Tee replied.
“I’m Angie. This here’s Trixie,” she pulled a tall brunette in a white evening gown into the office with her.
“I’ll just be going,” Leo said.
“Oh. My. God.” The blonde exclaimed and squeezed the brunette’s bare arm. “I told you we’d see cel-e-brit-ies here!”
“Celebrities?” Tee asked.
“It’s that hotty Chris Hemsworth,” the brunette said her mouth hanging open to show a tongue piercing.
“Thor,” the blonde whispered, and smacked her gum some more. “The God of Thunder.” Suddenly, Leo was enjoying himself again, his easy charm back in abundance with anyone but Tee.
“Good’ day ladies,” Leo poured on his Australian accent and the two shrieked and twisted their hands together like school girls. “I’m actually Leonidas Ryan, head of Casino Operations, but people often say I look like Mr. Hemsworth.”
Tee rolled her eyes. “You look nothing like Hemsworth.”
“Yes, he does,” Trixie said. “Those deep-hooded eyes, those hunky shoulders. That accent. I bet you have a six pack too…” She smiled at him and twirled her blonde hair around her finger.
Leo patted his flat stomach and winked.
“What did you ladies need?” Tee stepped between the girls and him. Leo wondered whom she was protecting, and from whom?
“Oh?” The brunette peeled her eyes away from Leo and looked confused.
“The bra.” The blonde supplied, nudging her.
“Right.” The brunette said. “I need a bra, but the shops are still closed.”
Tee frowned over her shoulder at Leo. “I thought you had some important meeting to go to?”
“Oh no,” Leo went and sat on the arm of the couch, swinging his lower leg in Thunder God circles. The girl’s eyes followed his every move. “I need to see my casino hosts in action sometimes. For evaluation purposes of course.”
“Of course.” Tee shook her head. “What kind of bra do you need?”
Trixie turned around and showed them the back of her white evening dress “I need one of those convertible ones that you can unhook and cross on the back.”
The white dress straps did crisscross and the bottom drooped below her cutie-pie ass dimples. “Dannys” was tattooed in cursive at the base of her neck below her pony tail. Unless Trixie was honoring the prevalence of all the many Dannys in the world, Leo suspected the tattoo was missing an apostrophe. Details. Who cared about grammar when you had such a lovely backside?
“Yep, I know just what you mean.” Tee said to the girls, all female-to-female camaraderie. “I’m wearing one of those today. They’re handy.”
Trixie was holding her over-the-shoulder pose and watching Leo hopefully. “Very nice,” Leo commented. Trixie smiled, and wiggled her hips, making the white satin shimmy.
“Vee-rrry, very nice,” Leo drawled.
Tee put her hands on her hips. “Quit flirting with the player’s girls.”
“Oh, it’s okay,” Angie said. “He’s just getting our engines revved, but we know where our garage is parked.”
Leo laughed. “See darlin’, no worries,” he said to Tee with another wink. “These ladies know a thing or two about men’s cars… and they definitely know where their garage is parked.”
Tee glared, and Leo’s smile crinkled the corner of his deep-hooded eyes. He was really having fun now. He’d teach her to pester, and pester him about player comps…
“Well then, let’s get your garage doors all locked up,” Tee said. The girls nodded, seemingly oblivious to their sardonic word play. “The stores will open around ten, and there is a nice lingerie shop on the west side. I’ll get you a map.”
“Oh noooo,” Trixie said. “I need it now. We all agreed on black and white for the theme today. I’m white and Angie is black. Danny is already playing and he needs us with him for good luck.”
The blonde nodded, and then smacked her gum extra loud as if a low-watt bulb had burst in her brain. “I know, you could just give her your bra.”
“My bra?” Tee asked.
“Yes,” the blonde continued. “What size are you anyway?”
Leo quit swinging his foot.
Tee glanced at him with a smile. “That meeting calling you away now?”
“Oh no, this is official casino business, right here.” He wasn’t sure why he’d said that. The thought of Tee braless was uncomfortable in the extreme. Bloody hell, she couldn’t walk around all day with out a bra on, he would not get any work done.
“32 C,” Tee said.
“It might work,” Trixie said. “Give it here.”
Tee reached into the vee of her white blouse and un-snapped her bra in the front before sliding the straps off her shoulders and handing it to Trixie. The white lacey bra, should not have been erotic, but Leo thought it was the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen. Did she have on matching bottoms too?
Leo’s tongue went dry, and he realized it was because his mouth was hanging open.
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Collins has been trying to hold it together for three years, since her
husband Sean was killed in the line of duty during an undercover drug
operation gone bad. If that and the mountain of bills she was left with
weren't bad enough, her son becomes mixed up with the wrong crowd at
school. Carrie feels like a failure as a mother, and does the only thing
she can think of to fix things, she goes back to her parent's ranch.
dead husband's best friend, the man accused, but later exonerated of,
Sean's murder shows up at the ranch with his new wife and offers her a
break from the kids and the craziness of her life. Carrie is reluctant
to accept, but he won't take no for an answer. She goes to the R
& R Ranch, but doesn't find relaxation there. What she finds is a
tall, charismatic ex-rodeo cowboy who not only ties her emotions in
more knots than his lasso, he wakes up her dormant libido.
fights the attraction, because the last thing she needs is a man like
Dylan Thomas in her life, a tumbleweed kind of guy who tells her in no
uncertain terms he isn't looking for a relationship. She knows her kids
deserve better and so does she. Her kids aren't there though, and the
temporary fantasy he represents becomes too much to resist.
Thomas wants nothing more than to return to competitive bull riding
after an almost career-ending injury landed him at the R & R
Ranch teaching rich greenhorns to ride bulls. A year and a half of
catering to those wealthy snobs has him bored and restless, until a
curvy brunette convinces him it might not be so bad to hang around for a
little while longer.
Collins takes hard to get to an olympic-class level though, and it
takes everything in Dylan's bag of tricks to get close to her. When
things finally heat up between them, he finds out there are a couple of
things she hasn't told him about. Like the two kids she has who show up
at the ranch, and the job she has accepted there.
temporary fling with the cute ranch guest suddenly gets a lot
more complicated and permanent. Especially when former associates of
her son turn up at the ranch demanding money she doesn't have. Dylan
knows then he's borrowed a helluva lot of trouble he didn't need in his
life by getting involved with her, but when the opportunity to leave
presents itself, how can he leave her in danger?
The throaty rumble of a powerful engine reached Carrie
Collins inside the barn and her eyebrows
knotted.She laid the saddle blanket back on the shelf, and dusted her
hands on her jeans as she walked to the
door.Shielding her eyes, she looked at the road to see who was
paying them a visit.Maybe
it was one of her mother’s friends from church, she thought, but then a
slick, black motorcycle emerged from the trees onto the gravel drive
leading up to the house and she realized she was very
wrong.Neither rider wore a helmet, both wore
bandanas instead.One rider was in black
leather and the other in white.
Concern shot through her, and
Carrie considered going back inside to get the shotgun her daddy kept
in the office, just in case, but the kids and her daddy were in the
house.He could see her from there and she knew he
must hear the loud engine too.She walked out of the barn to
stand under the tree and wait for them to make it to the
The bike stopped, and the
driver put down the kick stand.He leaned down to fiddle with something at the side of the
bike and she noticed the pattern on his bandana said Groom of Doom interspersed with hearts over crossed
bones.Cute,but definitely not bad ass,
she thought, feeling a little better about her mysterious
visitors.A man wouldn’t wear a bandana
like that if he was a bad guy, would
From the curves the white
leather suit hugged, it was obvious his passenger was a
woman.She swung her long leg over the back of the
bike and stood.Carrie squinted and made
out that the wording on her white bandana that said
Bitchin’ Bride.The man on the front of the bike looked back up, and his
sunglasses were gone.Recognition hit her between
the eyes and Carrie gasped.“Trace…”
His jaw tightened,
accentuating the scar on his left cheek, which he had to have gotten in
prison.Trace Rooks was still handsome as sin, but he looked rougher,
tougher and much harder than he had when she saw him last in
convicted him of killing her husband,
Sean.Heat shot up her throat and gathered as pressure behind her
eyes.Trace hadn’t killed Sean, she reminded
herself, shoving the old bitterness she’d lived with for three years
away.Sean’s other best friend, Seth Copeland,
had not only killed Sean, he had set Trace up for the
Seth was in jail now, and Trace was
free.But it was obvious from the
look in his haunted eyes that Trace wasn’t free at
all.Not any freer than she
The woman with him glanced at Trace, before
quickly walking over to Carrie to extend her
hand.“I’m Ronnie Win—“ she started, then a
fleeting smile curved her red lips.She glanced back at Trace again, then corrected, “Ronnie
“That’ll take some getting used to,” Trace said
with a laugh as he got off the bike and walked over to drape an arm
around Ronnie’s shoulders.“Ronnie and I got married in
Married?Trace Rooks?The man her husband said was a world-class player who would
probably never get married was married to none other than the Shark
Lady.The woman who had represented him during
his trial, and recommended a plea deal that sent him to prison for a
crime he didn’t commit.At the time, Carrie thought the slick attorney was brilliant,
that she would get him off scot free.To Carrie, even the three year sentence the judge handed down
was pretty damned close to getting him off scot
free.But Trace evidently thought otherwise,
because on his way out of the courtroom he had threatened to strangle
this woman.And now they were married.
eyes locked with the woman beside Trace and Ronnie Rooks full red lips
curved to spotlight her perfect white
teeth.Carrie ran her hand over her own hair,
which she’d done nothing to except pull back in a haphazard ponytail
that morning.She hadn’t worn makeup since Sean died
three years ago, so she knew she must look a mess in comparison to the
“Wow,” was all Carrie could push past her frozen
Trace hugged Ronnie to his
side.“The honeymoon is over and Ronnie has an
election to win,” Trace informed with a surprising smile for the
beautiful redhead. “But I wanted to stop by to check on you and the
kids.I’ve uh, been meaning to do that for a
What Carrie wanted was to get Trace out of
there.His stopping by, or worrying about her at
all was astonishing to her.She was embarrassed at the nasty things she’d said to him at
the courthouse as they led him off to
jail.Those words should have assured she would
never see him again.But here he was.Typical Trace.He never knew when to leave well enough
alone.Even though he’d been a player, he was a
good man.It was the reason he had been
Sean’s best friend.When someone needed help, Trace was always
there.He was the one who should be wearing the
white leather suit.
Well, Carrie didn’t want his
chivalry or his concern. She’d been doing just fine on her own for three
years now.Seeing him just reminded her of Sean, dredged up
old memories she had been trying to bury since her husband
died.The kids would feel the
same.Chris and Izzy had enough problems right
now, and so did she.
Carrie sucked in a breath and forced a
smile.“Oh, that’s sweet, Trace, but I’m
eyes narrowed.“It’s obvious that you’re not
fine, Carrie,” he grated.“Seth might be an asshole, but he didn’t lie about what was
going on with
you.You moved out here because the kids were
out of control, and you lost your
house.I want to help you, if you’ll let
me.”Trace’s eyes fell to her left hand, and
Carrie hid it behind her back.“It’s been three years since Sean died, and you’re still
wearing your wedding ring?” he asked
Because in her mind she was still married
to him. The man she had dated in high school then married when she was
eighteen had been the love of her life.Yeah, they’d had their problems, but Carrie knew Sean would
always be there for her.Unless he was working, which he did most of their married
life.Or he did something stupid.Like get himself killed.
Anger and grief warred inside of her and Carrie
spun the ring around her finger with her
thumb.Trace Rooks of all people knew how much
she loved Sean, how much he had meant to
her.He had been Sean’s best friend and the best
man at their wedding.Him questioning her about still wearing her ring, like she
didn’t have a right to do that, pissed her
off.She didn’t owe him or anyone else any
explanations about how she handled her
grief.“I don’t want any help,” Carrie said
His arm fell from around Ronnie’s shoulder,
and his hands clenched into fists at his
side.“Well that’s too damned bad, you’re getting
it,” he said taking a step toward her.It’s the summer, so the kids are out of school
Carrie’s neck rocked back on her shoulders
to meet his eyes.What the hell did that
matter?“Yeah, they’re out of
“You ever hear of the R
& R Ranch?” Trace asked.
Ranch?That place was a spa for rich people who were looking for
adventure.Not somewhere she would ever visit in this
lifetime.“Yeah, I’ve heard of
“The owner is a friend of Ronnie’s and
we’ve made arrangements for you to go there for a
week.You need a damned
break.Ronnie and I
will keep Chris and Izzy for the week,” he
said.The woman beside him gasped, and Trace
glared down at her, before looking back at
Carrie.“I want to see them
Before Sean’s death, Trace had been a
fixture in her kid’s life.She
had tried to shield them from the ugliness of the murder trial, because
they considered him an uncle, but Chris
knew.She couldn’t keep him away
from the television when the trial was going
on.The more he watched behind her back, the
angrier and more withdrawn he became.Carrie hadn’t had a chance to talk to her son since Trace had
been cleared.“Um, that’s probably not a good
“Why the hell
not?I want to talk to
Carrie didn’t miss the hurt in Trace’s
tone.He loved her kids as much as Sean had, but
they didn’t feel the same now.Because Carrie hadn’t had time to talk to
them.“Chris doesn’t know you’ve been cleared,”
she admitted looking away.
“Why haven’t you told him?” he
Carrie heard the unmistakable sound of a pump shotgun being
racked and spun toward the barn door.Her tall, lanky thirteen-year-old son stood there with her
father’s shotgun to his shoulder, eyeing down the sight at
“Get out of here murderer,” he growled trying to sound
fierce, but his voice trembled.
Fear shot to her
throat.Carrie swallowed it down and tried to force
calm into her tone, “Chris, put the shotgun down.”
was true.Chris was out of control, but
she had no idea how to help him.Counselors hadn’t worked, suspension from school for smoking
pot hadn’t worked, grounding for the summer hadn’t
worked.Moving away from the nasty group of friends
he’d been hanging out with at the old house hadn’t
worked.Carrie was afraid he was going to end up dead or in jail if
she didn’t do something.She just didn’t know what to
do.He needed a man in his life, a good man
other than her father who was just too old to deal with teenagers any
stepped forward and spread his arms.“Shoot me,” he invited and Ronnie and Carrie gasped at the
same time.“If it will make you feel
better and you think it will bring your daddy back, just do it,
kid.I loved him too, and I love
Carrie thought Trace must’ve lost his
mind.The gun shook in Chris’s hand, and she
thought he might do accidentally shoot
him.Trace was even bolder though, he showed no
fear as he took a step around her, then another toward
Chris.Carrie saw Chris’s eyes fill, but his grip
on the gun got tighter.His finger moved into the well of the
love you, Chris.I want to help you,” Trace
said taking another step toward him.“I didn’t kill your
“They sent you to
jail.You killed him!” Chris said in a higher
Copeland killed him,” Trace countered taking another step toward
your mother,” he said gruffly shooting a glare over his shoulder at
“It’s true, honey,” Carrie said with a
waver in her voice.“He’s in jail, and Uncle Trace has been
cleared.It was all a
swung his eyes toward her, then back to Trace. The barrel of the gun
lowered a few inches, and his shoulders relaxed a
little.Carrie’s did too, but Izzy picked that
moment to run around the side of the barn yelling her brother’s
name.Chris tensed again and swung the gun in
Izzy’s direction.Carrie screamed, Ronnie
gasped, and as if in slow motion, Trace shot forward to tackle him
around the waist.The gun exploded and Carrie squeezed her eyes shut, because
she just couldn’t look.Her ears rang as the sound
reverberated through the trees, and she prayed that she hadn’t just lost
her daughter too.
About Becky McGraw
Becky McGraw is a married mother of three adult children,
and a Southern girl by birth and the grace of God, ya'll. She resides in
South Texas with her husband and dog Abby.
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