Dragon’s Rogue

Wild Dragons Book One

Anastasia Wilde

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: April 29, 2018

ISBN: 978-1717480088

Word Count: 83,000

Cover Artist: Melody Simmons

Tagline: He’s loved her in his dreams for a hundred years. Now he’s finally found her, and he’ll do anything to make her is own…

Book Description:

The evil Dragon Lord Vyrkos is about to rise from captivity in a devastating volcanic eruption. Only the Greystone brothers can stop him—and only if they find the three women who hold the keys to sealing Vyrkos’ tomb forever.

Blaze McKenna is a witch hiding out from her former coven. After stealing their most powerful artifact to keep them from destroying themselves, she’s been preparing for the day when the coven leader will hunt her down and try to take it back.

A battle that only one of them will walk away from.

So when smoking hot dragon shifter Zane Greystone offers to help her fight the coven in return for her handing over one of the Seals to Vyrkos’ tomb, it sounds like the perfect plan—except for two problems.

She doesn’t know where the Seal is.

And the dragon doesn’t just want her help—he wants her heart, body and soul.

Dragon’s Rogue is the first book in Anastasia Wilde’s epic new trilogy, Wild Dragons. Each book features one couple, hot steamy dragon love, HEA, no cliffhangers!

Rated steamy – contains explicit sex but not erotica

The butler
gestured to the terrace doors on the other side of the room. He stepped
discreetly back into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
Zane took a deep
breath, and then walked between the fluttering sheer curtains out onto the
terrace. He caught a glimpse of an expanse of starry sky before he turned to
meet the woman whose house he'd broken into the night before. The woman from
his dream visions.
“Hello,” he
said, extending his hand. “Thank you for meeting me. I—”
That was as far
as he got. Two silken ropes twined around his wrists and yanked, as if held by
invisible hands. Before he could react, he was suspended a few inches off the
ground, his arms spread over his head in a Y-shape.
She’d outsmarted
him. He was trapped.
Before he could
say a word, Blaze made a swift movement with her hands. His shirt ripped open
down the front and spread wide, exposing his heart.
Oh, hell, Zane
thought. This can’t be good. She must have recognized him from last night.
And she was
clearly holding a grudge.
Blaze walked
right up to him, ignoring his struggles, and ran her hands over his chest. The
heat from her fingers seemed to strike all the way down into his bones.
His exclamation
turned into a murmured exhale. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
“Where’s your
tattoo?” she demanded.
“My what?”
He had no idea
what she was talking about. ‘Thorne?’ he called mentally to his brother.
‘Little help here? I’m on the terrace outside the study.’ He projected a
picture of its location. ‘Come from outside. Cloak yourself. We’re having an
issue with the lovely Ms. McKenna.’
His brother
replied, ‘Saw you leave. Already on my way.’
“Your coven
tattoo. Where is it?” Blaze jerked her hand back, walked around behind him, and
magically ripped the back of his shirt and jacket as well. He shivered at the
sudden touch of the night air on his bare skin.
Or maybe it was
her making him shiver.
He felt her
fingers on his left shoulder blade, and sucked in his breath involuntarily.
Just that small contact sent electricity shooting through his body.
She thought he
was a sorcerer. An evil one, if the way he was hanging from his wrists like
laundry on a clothesline was anything to go by.
“I’m not in a
coven,” he told her.
She came around
to face him again. “You must be. You’re too powerful to be solo, and I felt
power in the others, too. Stop lying.”
There was a
sudden gust of wind, and Zane felt Thorne’s dragon presence just above the
terrace. Then his brother shifted mid-air, uncloaked and landed on the terrace
behind Blaze, in human form.
‘Watch out,
bro.’ he cautioned silently. ‘She has a spell—’
Too late.
The minute
Thorne’s feet hit the balcony, more silken ropes sprang to life and he was
strung up the same way Zane was. Blaze whipped around and tore Thorne’s shirt
open with her magic.
Damn. Beautiful
witch: 2, Dragons: 0
Not the heroic
first impression he’d intended to make.

Blaze backed up,
looking from one to the other. “All right,” she said. “No tattoos, no coven. So
spill it. Who are you people, why were you after my artifact, and how much pain
do I have to put you through to get it back?”

About the Author:

Anastasia Wilde lives in the deep forests of the Pacific Northwest, where sexy shifters may or may not be found hiding among the tall, ancient trees. She loves to write paranormal romances about wild, passionate shifter men and the strong women who are destined to win their hearts. Broken, complicated, devoted, protective—love heals their wounds and smooths their rough edges (but not too much!). When not writing, Anastasia enjoys traveling, nomming on any food involving bacon or melty cheese (ideally both), adding to her magical crystal collection, or relaxing with a glass of wine, watching the sun set behind the mountains.

Twitter: @AnaWildeAuthor