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I just realized that I don’t really post too many excerpts from my books on my blog, and I’m thinking that, as an author trying to sell her work, I probably should. 😀

So, if you didn’t make it to Donna’s blog yesterday, here’s the excerpt I shared and the blurb to my latest book, Airos: Finding Home series book 3.

You can pre-order Airos today at a 15% discount at Total-E-Bound!

Airos coverZane has everything in his life under control and in order, but can he keep it that way when a young dragon is thrown into his life?

Zane was meant to be a warrior—end of story. Though he may not have had the most pleasant life living at the coven, he still loved being there. But the steadiness of his world came to a halt all within one day’s events. A man he never saw coming has pushed the boundaries of what little normalcy he has, and learning of a secret love is just confusing him even more. Zane has never felt more torn on what he should be feeling…and for whom. Though if he assumed having two men plaguing his every waking thought was hard enough, learning of the danger his mother is in nearly has his head spinning off into another dimension.

The leader of the Dráguns is threatening to take everything away from him, his best friend is slipping further and further away from him, and a little dragon is managing to get under his skin in more ways than one. Sorting out what he has to do, what he wants, and what’s right for him will be the biggest challenge he’s ever been faced with. Will he follow his heart or will he take the easy path…or is the easy path the right path to begin with?


Zane turned over for what felt like the hundredth time since he’d gone to bed, irritated he couldn’t get comfortable. Groaning, he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

He’d spent the rest of the night and a few hours into the morning in the training room, working out every troubled thought that plagued his mind. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what was bothering him.

Not true, I know it’s him.

And now here he lay, unable to sleep and probably only an hour or so left before he was supposed to get up and start his day. Zane threw his arm over his face, covering his eyes, and let out a frustrated sigh. All right, he’d admit to himself that he couldn’t stop thinking about the dragon. But why? What was it about the man that stirred his mind into a mess? The nagging, distracted feeling had nearly cost him his head earlier—he’d blocked Hirik as the vampire swung his blade at him, but he’d missed Hirik’s reverse move as he brought his weapon back at Zane’s throat. To his luck, Hirik had noticed that he hadn’t seen it coming, and at the last second Hirik leant back, resulting in only scratching Zane’s neck with the tip of his sword.

Zane had been shocked more than anything else. Other than Keddrick or Remus, there wasn’t a man here who could beat him in a sword fight. Even Larken with his higher rank couldn’t beat him, though he was far deadlier in many other ways, cementing his stature. One day his friend would move on to second commander, then commander, then maybe even the sire. Zane couldn’t be more proud of Larken.

Dark hair, amber eyes, full lips…

Zane groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. He’d managed to go what…five minutes without thinking of the dragon locked down in the dungeon?

Locked up. Away from me.

Something wasn’t right with that, and before he knew what he was doing Zane was out of his room and halfway to the dungeon. Then reality hit him, and he stopped in the middle of the hall, confused, barefoot and in nothing but his cotton sleep pants.

What am I doing? I must be losing my mind because there’s no way that I was about to…

A knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Just the thought of the dragon locked away from him twisted his insides. An ache settled in his chest, begging for something to ease the hurt.

What’s wrong with me?

Desire was controlling him. He had no idea what he was doing or what he was going to do—all he knew was that he had to be near the dragon. The urge was undeniable. Without further thought, he made his way down to the lower level of the castle then stopped in front of the door that held what he desperately wanted inside. Hanging on a hook to the left of the cell door was the big iron key. His hand shook slightly as he snatched it up and unlocked the door.