Title: Dra’Kaedan’s Coven (D’Vaire, Book 1)
Author: Jessamyn Kingley
Release Date: August 30, 2018
Genre(s): Fantasy Romance, Paranormal Romance
Length: 65 000 words/287 pages
Dra’Kaedan of Leolinnia was born with a mark of Fate proclaiming that someday he would be the Grand Warlock. Standing in his way is Carvallius of Mallent who is desperate to rule the warlocks. His granddaughter Latarian has little magic so Carvallius concocts a plan to kidnap Dra’Kaedan to steal his power. After carving spells into Dra’Kaedan’s back, he begins life anew as Latarian’s familiar whom she calls Ayden. With no memory of his past, the pair are shuffled off to a cottage while Carvallius enlists the help of a brutal elven tribe to rob Dra’Kaedan of his future title. The tactic backfires, and the Coven of Warlocks is destroyed.
Minutes after Brogan shifts into a dragon for the first time, his best friend is banished from their court. Loyal to the core, Brogan follows Aleksander through the castle gates of their old home. Fate turns Aleksander into a king and Court D’Vaire is established. Considered cursed by dragonkind the D’Vaire’s are ostracized. After six centuries of loneliness Brogan leaves his family desperate to find his mate. He has no idea Fate has intervened and sent his other half right to Aleksander’s doorstep.
As a familiar Ayden struggles between a voice inside him that insists he is something more and Latarian’s stringent set of rules. He finds himself torn as he and Brogan try to find common ground. Can the pair find love and will Dra’Kaedan find out his true destiny before it’s too late?
“Before you met me, did you ever try and imagine what your mate would be like?” Ayden asked.
“Sometimes. I’m shallow, so I wanted him to be good-looking. I like to laugh, so I hoped he’d have a good sense of humor. I dreamed of someone who’d love my family because my preference is to be with them. I consider myself very lucky because I got a mate who has everything on my shopping list,” Brogan replied. “How about you?”
“I honestly didn’t consider it. We were trapped so long, my only thoughts were about getting out of that cottage. I suppose if I had to make a list, the one thing I’d put on it would be to have someone taller than me. Life isn’t easy for us short people.”
“I know, I’ve seen your struggles with shelves, but I like your height. You fit just right in my arms.”
“Kind of cheesy,” Ayden decided.
“How about I love the delicious fit of your sexy, toned physique against the tall manliness of mine?”
“Okay, last choice. Your body feels amazing against me.”
“Still has some cheese factor, but I’ll take it,” Ayden declared.
“I have no regrets,” Ayden informed him.
His dragon grinned. “Somehow I’m not surprised.”
“We all have to be good at something. I’m learning to be excellent at saying whatever comes to mind.”
“You’re a good kisser,” Brogan countered. “You could spend more time doing that and less time being bratty.”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying, but my mate’s a pain in the ass and doesn’t give me much opportunity.”
“So, what you’re saying is that you wait for him to make all the moves?”
Ayden was dumbstruck. That was exactly what he’d been doing. He couldn’t believe he’d let Brogan dictate their progress until the previous night, when he’d finally demanded that the man give him more. If life was about embracing what he wanted, Ayden craved nothing more than Brogan.
Without a word, Ayden leaned forward and kissed his mate. It was no gentle peck—his tongue dueled with Brogan’s, and the dragon took control. He hauled Ayden close and massaged his back with his large paws as their mouths made love. Ayden wound his arms around Brogan’s neck as moans tumbled past his lips. Long before Ayden was ready, Brogan pulled away.
“I like it when you take charge,” Brogan told him.
“I wasn’t finished.”
“You keep kissing me like that, and I’m going to forget we’re in the living room.”
“Please, Madeline and Larissa make out in here all the time.”
Brogan’s brow furrowed in irritation. “Good for them. I don’t like sitting in here making out. My dick’s pressing against my zipper, and it fucking hurts.”
Ayden jumped off the couch. “Let’s go to my room then.”
“Taking it slow, remember that?” Brogan reminded him from where he still sat on the sofa.
“Damn it, why did we agree to something so stupid?” Ayden demanded and slapped his hands onto his hips.
Brogan narrowed his eyes in frustration as he stood. “Because you have no experience.”
“I’m over six centuries old. How long are you going to make me wait?”
“Long enough to make sure you’re ready.”
Tilting his head back, Ayden’s eyes met an angry set of navy ones, but he was an expert on what he was ready for, and he wasn’t going to tolerate anyone else making rules or guidelines for him. He’d had enough of that in his lifetime. “I think I know when I’m ready.”
“How? Huh? You’ve never been in a relationship, so how do you know?”
“I know myself, don’t I?” Ayden yelled.
“What the hell’s going on in here?” Aleksander asked as he stalked into the living room.
Ayden was lost in his anger and he didn’t think, he just acted. Lifting his finger, he aimed it in Brogan’s direction. “We’re both hard, and he won’t do a damn thing about it.”
“I’m out,” Aleksander responded as he turned on his heel and exited in the same direction he’d just come from. “I’ll be in my room if anyone needs me. You two can figure this one out on your own.”
There was a tense silence in the living room for several minutes; then Brogan bent over in half from the force of his laughter.
It made heat bloom in Ayden’s cheeks. “I can’t believe I said that to him.”
Brogan straightened, and their eyes met. “He’s heard worse. Don’t worry. Look, I know you want more, but we need to stick to the plan. This is too important to make mistakes.”
“I’m ready for more.”
“How about I’ll allow kissing and maybe a little more to be determined on a case-by-case basis,” Brogan offered as he took a step closer to Ayden and grinned.
Bridging the distance between them, Ayden walked forward until their toes bumped. “You’ll allow? It doesn’t work that way unless you want to be covered in oozing sores.”
“I think that’s more disgusting than the enormous damage you wanted to do to my ass earlier.”
“Give me one of those pecks you’re so fond of, and let’s go get a snack. We can talk about that little more you mentioned,” Ayden said as he held out his hand.
Brogan grabbed it and leaned down to touch their lips together. “We ate lunch less than thirty minutes ago.”
“Do you have a point?”
Jessamyn Kingley lives in Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute favorite. Jessamyn is married and working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.