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The Dragon Chronicles Book 3: Healing

Blurb:

Healers Ewain Douglass and Marissa Mays work and live in close confines. Too bad they set sparks off each other. They struggle to remain civil and professional, until the enemy targets Marissa.

Meanwhile, the dragon and her controller are still learning all can about their abilities. The dragon has called her allies together to face a war for their very lives. Ewain and Marissa don’t have time to declare war on each other.HEALING cover

Excerpt:

Ewain soared ahead of her, banked with ease, turned and zoomed straight at her. Hopefully a flying elf didn’t cause her a sudden heart attack.

As he hoped, Marissa screamed and hit the brakes. She wrestled the car to the side of the road and shoved it into neutral. Her hand was plastered over her chest as though she tried to calm her racing heart. Breathing too hard, but she did yank up the emergency brake. He landed right beside her door and drew in his wings.

Using his most compelling pitch, he convinced her to unlock the vehicle. Opening the driver’s door, he unhooked her seatbelt and nudged her into the passenger seat. “I’ll drive.”

“Are you crazy?” she whispered, hand still pressed against her heart.

“There is some speculation.” He adjusted the seat and mirrors. Then watching traffic, he neatly turned the car around and started for Paranym.

“What are you doing?” Her scratchy voice wavered.

“I’m taking you back to Paranym.” He kept his tone calm and steady as he shifted through the higher gears.

The residual scent of her fear circulated through the car. He adjusted the vents.

“You do know I could have hit you, right?” Voice acerbic, Marissa stared straight ahead. Her hand shook. It still clasped against her chest, although not as firmly.

“I made certain you wouldn’t.” He accelerated as the road opened. “What were you running from?”

She made a rude noise in the back of her throat, and turned away from him to gaze out the passenger side window.

“Not going to tell me?”

“No.” Her voice was firm.

“You’re not in trouble, are you?”

Marissa didn’t answer at first and his stomach muscles tightened. “You are in trouble?”

A jerky shake of her head was his only answer.

He sighed. “Marissa, you can tell me.”

“No, I can’t.” Her voice was taut but also resigned.

“I am a healer.”

Silence as the trees whizzed by on either side. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

Again, she shook her head. The paroxysmal movement caused a bit of fear of his own to spurt. For some unknown, crazy reason, her fright twisted his heart. Her fear scent, although faint, curled his fists as he was denied the option to pound something to a pulp. Preferably, whoever caused Marissa’s terror.

“How far would you have gone if I hadn’t stopped you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where were you going?”

“I don’t know.”

So she ran like a scared rabbit. “You didn’t even have a destination in mind?”

“No, I just got in my car and drove.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I.” Now her voice was an odd mixture of frightened and sad.

What was she afraid of?

“You do know that by running like you did, you could have been in further danger, right?”

“What?” She did turn toward him this time, but with all the activity around them, he couldn’t take his eyes off the road.

“You’re safest at Paranym. Nothing is going to harm you if you remain there.”

She nodded but didn’t say anything. She did bite her lip. Hard enough she winced.

Did I finally strike a nerve?

“Lindy protected you?” The random question from him caused one of her eyebrows to take wing.

“Yes, while we were helping at the Tri-City Pack.”

“Oh yeah. Still, I’d like her dragon to try protecting you again.”

“Okay.” Marissa was responding, but he didn’t think she was even listening to the conversation. Without moving physically, she slipped further and further away from him.

It was so like his last nightmare, his stomach muscles clenched tighter.

Hopefully when they reached the school, Lindy would know what to do.

Or the dragon, or Keely.

He certainly had no idea.

 

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D.R. Grady lives with her husband near Hershey, PA. She adores chocolate, laughing, collecting bags, books, and shoes, and writing stories that resonate with others.

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