Are Dragons real? Eternal Love Bite's by @pt_macias #paranormalromance #bookboost #iartg

DO YOU LOVE DRAGONS AND ROMANCE?

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ASIN: B07DR2SK3G

Genre: Paranormal Romance 

Release date July 1, 2018

Author P.T. Macias

@pt_macias

www.ptmacias.com

About The Book

Carina Leal detests going home for Christmas break to a cold house, a dictatorial papa, and a bitchy sister. She especially hates declining an invitation to spend an enchanting white Christmas in New York.

Dracostar Prince, Gage, enjoys life on the Earth realm as the San Francisco Senator. His meticulous agenda is radically altered by enchanting but unexpected human mate.

Carina’s life as she knows it does a 180 turn. She fears for her life and discovers that myths are real.

Carina rapidly learns that a magical night with a dragon surpasses a white Christmas in New York. 

Excerpt

Gage clenches his hands tight, causing the skin to stretch and turn white over the knuckles. He inhales deeply, then slowly exhales to control the need to emit his pale blue shimmering smoke.

What the fuck! That sweet floral scent is driving me insane. I don’t know who’s scent it is with so many people on the plane!

“This is Captain Jones, we are approaching the Los Angeles International Airport runway in approximate 10 minutes. I’m asking that you remain seated until the seat belt light is turned off. Thank you for flying Clear Blue Airlines!”

Carina turns her head to look back, raising her right eyebrow and looks at people lined up in the aisle all the way to the back of the plane.

Fuck, they don’t follow the instructions! Everyone is rushing to get off!

She turns around, sighs, and starts to tap her fingers in a rhythmic pace on the armrest. She leans into the first-class leather seat closing her beautiful hazel eyes.

A few minutes later, Carina pushes off the seat and stands in the aisle. She adjusts her shirt, raises her arms to reach the overhead. She opens the overhead compartment to grab her carry-on.

“Finally!”

Carina pulls on the bright pink carry-on handle, biting her lower lip. She inhales deeply as she tugs the handle again, the bag lurches forward, propelled by gravity. She quickly releases the handle, raises her hands up to break the impact. 

“Oh hell,” cries out Carina.

She steps back, crashing into the man behind her, gasping. She moves her hands up, ready to grab the carry on, closing her eyes waiting for the painful impact.

“I got it,” says a deep voice into her ear, sending a chill through her entire body.

OMG! The freaking voice is deep and resonates throughout my entire being. What the hell! His scent is spicy, totally sexy, and heady.

Gage stands tall behind her, he swiftly extends his muscular arm around her, leaning into her as his strong hand grabs the handle, and instantly pulls it up and away from her. He sets it down on the vacant aisle seat next to her.

Slowly, Gage pulls away from her, watching her closely. He grinds his jaw to control the rampant emotions rushing through his body gathering into a throbbing ache in his groin. He hisses, closing his eyes.

What the hell! I don’t even want to know why? It can’t be! Is it possible? Fuck! It’s her sweet floral scent!

“Ohhhhhhh, uh. . . . . . thank you,” gasps Carina taking a step forward, moving away from his fiery body.

She raises her trembling hands up to tuck her long golden-brown strands behind her ears as she turns around.

Carina’s eyes widen, long curly lashes frame hazel eyes, and she licks her dry lips. She rapidly blinks as she looks up at the huge man. She stares into the man’s black eyeglasses trying to see his eyes.

She nods, a soft blush creeps up her face, and she bites the lower corner of her inner lips as she tilts forward grabbing the carry-on handle keeping her eyes on his face. Her huge hazel eyes expand as she focuses on the perfect full masculine lips framed by a black goatee.

Gage rests his huge hands on the back of the first-class seats on each side, grasping the leather tight, bracing himself for the attack to his senses. His hungry eyes drink in every feature of her beautiful face as he waits for Carina to move forward. He clenches his jaw to control the urge to release his shimmering smoke with his spicy bonding scent.

Carina eyes slowly travel down his thick neck, then slowly takes in his wide shoulders shrouded in black leather jacket, and then her eyes move down taking in the tight leather pants.

“Uh. . . . . hmmm.”

Carina contemplates the bulge at his crotch, her eyes widen, inhaling deeply watching his deep purple crown peep up his waistband. She licks her lips watching the cock play peek a boo. Her mouth waters and she bites her lower lip.

OMG! He’s huge! That’s his crown! He looks tough, rugged, and so damn hot in black leather. Fuck!

Gages pale blue eyes discern her hungry look, nods slightly, inhales deeply, and clenches his jaw tight. He moves his right hand and quickly adjusts his pants hissing. He then pulls out his black shirt.

What the fuck! Her scent is driving me insane! Fuck she looks turned on!  

“Hey sweetie, we need to move it,” yells the lady down the plane glaring at them.

“Oh my! Sorry!”

Carinas blush deepens, she hastily turns around and pulls the carry-on. She swings it in front of her and walks down the aisle shifting her hips.

Gages eyes remain fixed on her soft round ass as she walks off. 

What the fuck! I need to talk to her! Who is she?

Carina pulls on the carry-on and runs down the walkway, past the waiting room, down the hall, and into the ladies’ bathroom. She runs into the stall at the end leaning against the cold metal door closing her eyes tight. She inhales deeply and exhales gasping for air. She releases the carry-on and handbag, allowing them to fall onto the floor, raising her hands up to her face. She shakes head, inhaling deeply.

Oh my, he’s so damn hot! What in the world was I doing gawking at him, uh. . . . . almost drooling, thinking of riding that huge cock, forgetting everything. What’s wrong with me? How can I possibly think of riding his cock! I don’t know him. Oh, but that cock looked so yummy! Damn it, my mind stopped working, and my body was on fire! Fuck, in front of all those people! Hell, I was holding up the line! How fucking embarrassing!

Gage walks further down the aisle and stops to reach overhead. He grabs his carry-on and walks forward to exit the plane. He takes long strides down the ramp searching for Carina.

Fuck! Where is she? 

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With her world in dire straits, Captain Duncan has a desperate plan to even the odds.

Freshly promoted to a new incarnation of the New Glasgow Marines, Rachel Duncan must lead her men in a desperate mission to end the FUP siege on her home world. Her world is in dire straits and she must devise a plan to even the odds before all is lost.

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Duncan scanned the room. Her team was in position. All were in their light armor and behind cover. To her right was Jenkin’s group. Three men, two with rifles and Gordo the heavy gunner. They stacked up in the corridor.

The lights flashed over the docking door as the enemy ship sealed the bridge between the two ships and flooded the connection tube with atmosphere. Lights changed from a blinking red, to a stable yellow and finally green.

The doors parted on the Q-Ship. Duncan could make out that the legs that were emerging from behind the rising door were unarmored. So far, the intel was correct. They should be able to pull this off.

She sighted down her rifle and as soon as the chests of the FUP navy sailors were visible; she opened fire. Ten shots fired and all four men were on the ground. Jenkin’s had his team sprinting into the airlock across to the enemy ship.

Duncan waved her men forward to join in the assault. As far as she could tell, the enemy didn’t get out a warning before they fell. In a few seconds they had passed the tube and were in the FUP patrol ship. Jenkin’s team headed for the bridge. She was to lead her group to the engine room.

One thing they practiced with was using chalk to mark out their progress. Jenkin’s marked the corridor with an arrow for the direction his team had taken. It conveyed exactly what he did without an electronic transmission the enemy could pick up.

Duncan went the opposite direction from the arrow mark. The ship was a small escort vessel that was being used for inspections. As such, the design was rather straight forward. There was only one deck. The bridge was in the front of the patrol craft with the engine room in the rear. In between were the various crew quarters and functions needed to run the warship.

As they sprinted down the hall, a door opened to the left and an officer stepped out into the corridor. Duncan swung the butt of her rifle up into the forehead of the man and slammed him back into the room he exited. She kept running past towards her objective.

There was a distant booming sound from behind them. That was probably Jenkin’s team breaching the bridge. Ahead was a secure door for the engine room and engineering section. The closed hatch presented a problem. They only had a few seconds to get in before she estimated that the enemy would realize that they were under attack.

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In a war torn world, one soldier rises above the ashes to take the fight to the enemy. 

New Glasgow lays in ruins. Sergeant Rachel Duncan leads her under armed platoon against the mechanized iron fist of the Federation union of Planets. Short on men and even less supplies, all they have to do is hold their ground until reinforcements arrive. Will Duncan rise to the occasion or will she crack under the intense pressure of a world under siege?

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The rifle lay beside her as her back pushed tight against the shattered wall. She was breathing slowly to control her heart rate. The walker's metal joints squealed and its feet pounded the broken pavement of the street below.

Counting in her head, she reached zero. With a flick of a finger, moved the rifle's selector switch to auto. Taking the pistol grip, she raised the weapon to her shoulder and braced it on top of the shattered wall.

The building was an apartment complex in the past. Now, it stood ruined and derelict like most buildings in her city. As she got ready to fire, she noticed the remains of wallpaper still clung to the wall she hid behind. Pastel ducks, bunnies and bears told her that the room she occupied was once a nursery. Now it was a ruin.

The Walker's thumping feet propelled it closer. There, it was two hundred meters down the street. Standing four stories tall, the Walker's torso pivoted from side to side looking for danger. Through the holographic site, she could make out the unit markings. This was a command vehicle of the Seventh Union Mechanized Infantry Division. It was probably the battalion commander's mech based on the antennas protruding from its iron grey head.

The Walker's sprouted small weapon pods from either side of its head. It was malevolence in motion. Walker's projected the power of the Union. More so than their navy as these were the sharp end of the Union's will.

Sweat rolled out from under her dusty balaclava and into her eyes. She tried to blink them clear as movement could attract unwanted attention. Waiting was always the hardest part. Engage too soon and you risked the rounds not being able to penetrate. Too late and they may not arm in time and would bounce off of the mech's armor.

There. She pulled the trigger and unleashed on the walker. With the mech a bare fifty meters from her position, the inferno rounds ate deeply into the armored skin. The first four shots were right on target. They impacted on the cockpit view screen and armor in the head of the beast. The remaining eight rounds walked to the left across the head and into the right weapons pod. Using the recoil to push her over, she fell on her back beside the wall she used for cover.

The weapons pod pulsed with light that brightened the ruin she hid within. She could only feel the deafening explosion. Her ear buds she wore under the balaclava protected her hearing from loud noises but amplified the quiet ones. Blast waves rolled over the building and knocked loose more bricks, dust and debris into the room. Covering her head with her arms, she kept her face from being torn by falling brick and shrapnel.

With her head turned towards the center of her position, she locked eyes with a blue cloth rabbit. The well-worn toy was dust covered. Another reminder of what the Union has done to her home, her people and her planet. She reached out and picked up the toy. The face and ears were threadbare from the attentions of a child now long gone from this ruin. She thought of her own family, her little sister Janice in particular. Janice was only eight when she joined the militia. It was only a year later when the bombs fell on her city and Sergeant Rachel Duncan's only remaining family was the militia.

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