Title:  Wreathed in Fire

ISBN:  978-1-98865-943-5


Briganita is nobody special and would never stand out in a crowd. When she hears a voice in her dreams, she figures she’s lost her mind. That is until the voice ends up belonging to Brigid, an ancient Celtic fire goddess, who insists she go to Ireland. What a goddess wants, a goddess gets.

Alone in a foreign country for the first time, Briganita doesn’t have time to adjust to her new surroundings before the goddess sends her out into the Irish countryside. There she awakens a dragon shifter, the last of his kind. She’s instantly attracted to Artur when he takes his human form.

Briganita’s world is turned upside down after learning her heritage. She finds herself in the middle of a fight to protect the mortal realm from an evil that has been a threat for well over a thousand years. As her relationship with Artur grows, something rises that could separate them for good and have her losing everything.

               

Excerpt

At the top of the cliff, she looked across the large expanse of the ocean that stretched before her. Briganita pulled out her cell phone from her jeans back pocket and took a couple of pictures of the view. She was supposed to be on holiday. She’d be damned if she didn’t take photos of the sights as any other tourist would.

Briganita, the goddess said softly. You’re stalling. There is nothing to fear.

“I’m not.” Brigid didn’t respond. “Fine, I am a little. I’m here, but I haven’t a clue where to find this man of yours.” She peered over the cliff. There was a great distance between her and the water below. “You better not tell me you want me to climb over this cliff and then scale down it.”

That is the only way to reach him.

“Fuck me,” Briganita said softly. She cleared her throat. “Look, I’m not that scared of heights, but I’ve never been rock climbing, not even one of those indoor walls. I’m going to fall and break my neck. I’ll be dead. I really, really don’t want to be dead.”

The goddess chuckled. I would never let you fall. You’ll be perfectly safe. Now go.

A strong gust of wind hit Briganita squarely in the center of her back. Unprepared for it, she flayed her arms and let out a short shriek as she fell over the edge of the cliff. Instead of falling to her death, the rocks below breaking every bone in her body, the wind pushed in the other direction and pinned her to the stones at her back.

She took a few deep breaths before she tried to get her bearings. A quick glance down made her gulp. There was nothing under her feet. The only thing keeping her from certain death was the wind that continued to blow in her direction. Briganita took another deep breath. She needed to be facing the rocks if she was going to be able to climb. Closing her eyes, she trusted the goddess would indeed keep her safe and rolled to her left so she ended up in the correct position.

Briganita clung to what finger and foot holds she could find. Her heart pounded so hard the beat of it was a loud thudding in her ears. “Where now?” she asked through gritted teeth.

A few feet to your left. That’s the entrance to his cave.

She turned her head to where she needed to go and scanned the rocky surface. It looked pretty damn solid to her. “What cave? I don’t see an opening.”

Once again, she was shoved where Brigid wanted her to go. The wind swirled around her, holding her up and pushing her to the left. She softly cursed as she went with it, changing her grip and bracing her feet as she inched along the stones. She made sure she kept her gaze on what was in front of her and not what was below her.

Just as the goddess had said, a few feet to her left, Briganita encountered empty space. She reached around, hoping to find an easy way inside, but the wind gave her an extra hard shove and pushed her through the opening. She grunted as she landed face first onto the rocky floor. “Impatient much,” she muttered and climbed to her feet. That had been fun. Not. There had to have been an easier way than what she’d gone through to reach this place. She brushed the dirt off her pants and then looked around. What she saw had her jaw dropping.

The cave was immense. It had to go a far distance into the cliffside. The ceiling rose at least twenty feet above her head. It shouldn’t since she hadn’t come that far down. If it was a normal cave, the top of it should have been exposed to the surface. The walls closest to the entrance glittered with what looked like rubies, emeralds, and diamonds. She stepped farther inside and had to blink as the whole interior lit up as if someone had turned on a light switch. More precious stones glittered. They were in the walls and littered on the floor, but it wasn’t them that had her drawing up short.

Lying in the center of the large open space was a dragon carved from stone. It was massive. Even with its spiked tail curled around its body, it had to be at least twenty feet long. In a prone position, it towered over her, having to come in about ten feet. Whoever had made it had to have taken months, if not at least a year, to complete it. The details were so fine she could see each individual scale. The head had a small set of horns that were angled toward its back that had a pair of wings tucked in at his sides. The snout was long with nostrils on the top. Briganita almost expected to see tiny tendrils of smoke coming out of them.

Awaken him.

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