by N.J. Walters Blood of the Drakon #3
Publication Date: July 3, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select Otherworld, Paranormal, Romance
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Life is not going well for archaeologist Sam Bellamy. She’s stuck in the middle of the ocean on a salvage boat with people who want her dead. It wasn’t her gift for being able to sense objects of power that got her here, rather her need to make a secret society called the Knights of the Dragon pay for killing her mentor. Sam doesn’t believe in dragons, but the Knights do, and if she can get one of the sacred artifacts they’re searching for away from them, she’ll consider it payback.
Ezra Easton is content to run his marine salvage company and live alone on his private island. He may be a four-thousand-year-old water drakon, but he’s civilized enough to know just because he pulls an injured woman from the ocean, doesn’t mean he gets to keep her…
When she wakes up, she has a few tall tales to share, and it seems the Knights are after her. But this drakon won’t give up his treasure.
He left the safe open, as he intended to put the book back as soon as they examined it. He walked over to his desk and removed the book from the plastic bag. The leather and pages were slightly damp. He hoped they weren’t too damaged, or maybe that would be for the best. Maybe he should just destroy it.
Sam was out of the chair in a heartbeat, hovering beside him. “We should be wearing latex gloves.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “Although, I suppose after everything the book had been through, it won’t matter too much as long as we’re careful.”
“Can you feel the book?” Sam had told him she sensed the power of certain artifacts, and he believed her. He placed it on his desk and took a step back.
“Yes.” She started to reach toward the book and then pulled her hand back. “It was muted in the safe.”
“Hmm. That’s interesting.” She bent forward and examined the cover. “No title. Good leather binding.” She glanced up at him, “May I?”
Ezra opened the top desk drawer and pulled out a seventeenth century dagger he used as a letter opener. He flipped the small weapon into the air and caught it by the blade. He heard Sam’s breath catch as he offered her the handle. “This way you don’t have to touch it to turn the pages.”
“Right. Smart thinking.” She slowly took the dagger. She raised it into the air and studied it in the sunlight pouring in through the door and windows. “This is fine steel. The ruby in the pommel is genuine. Looks Spanish.”
“You have a good eye.” It pleased him she was knowledgeable about such things.
He shot her a grin. “Treasure hunt.”
“You do that kind of thing?” He could sense her excitement.
They grinned at one another, and then Sam cleared her throat. “Right. I should open the book.” She slipped the tip of the blade beneath the edge of the leather cover and pushed it back.
ABOUT N.J. WALTERSN.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.
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