Wednesday, September 9, 2015

'The Dragon's Queen (Dragon Lords #9)' by Michelle M. Pillow

Alpha Dragon seeks his Queen...


Mede knows three things for a fact: As the only female dragon-shifter of her people, she is special. She can kick the backside of any man. And she absolutely doesn’t want to marry.

Mede has spent a lifetime trying to prove herself as strong as any male warrior. Unfortunately, being the special, rare creature she is, she’s been claimed as the future bride to nearly three dozen Draig—each one confident that when they come for her hand in marriage fate will choose them. When the men aren’t bragging about how they’re going to marry her, they’re acting like she’s a delicate rare flower in need of their protection.

She is far from a shrinking solarflower.

Llyr knows four things for a fact: He is the future king of the dragon-shifters. He must act honorably in all ways. He absolutely, positively is meant to marry Lady Mede. And she dead set against marriage.

Llyr’s fate rests in the hands of a woman determined not to have any man. With a new threat emerging amongst their cat-shifting neighbors, a threat whose eyes are focused firmly on Mede, time may be running out. It is up to him to convince her to be his dragon queen.

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“Why are you so adverse to marriage? Your parents seem very well suited to each other.” Llyr watched Mede carefully as she walked next to one of the sick ceffyls. 
“This ceffyl ate solarflowers,” Mede answered. The large animal walked slowly with its center horn pointed more forward than up as its head drooped. It stayed close to Mede as if the creature remembered her from its ceffylhood. Chances were it did. The creature opened its mouth and slithered a long tongue against Mede’s arm. The action was slow and the reptilian eyes had a glassy sheen. “And then she was given her normal food. That’s what’s wrong with her. They can’t eat solarflowers and normal food close together. It’s toxic to them.” 
“That doesn’t answer my question. Why do you dislike the idea of marriage?” 
“You should really take better care of the animals in your charge.” Mede kept walking, not looking at him. The cool mountain breeze gave an odd contrast to the heat of midday. Seeing the orb of the blue sun reminded him of how rare Mede’s birth was. The temperatures on the planet were always warm, though it could get chilly in the mountains. The blue radiation genetically altered the men so they produced mostly sons. 
“So you’re not going to answer my question?” 
“How hard is it to make sure there are no solarflowers near their grazing land?” she asked. 
Llyr chuckled. “Fine. You don’t want to answer.” 
Mede glanced over her shoulder to where Tomos followed behind them. He was too far back to listen easily. “Every male during my training tried to claim me as a bride. My mother wants me to have a thousand children. My father wants anything that will please my mother. I want to be treated like an equal and not a brood mare.”

“Only a thousand?” Llyr drawled wryly. 
Mede turned a shocked look toward him and then started to laugh. “Yes, only a thousand.” 
“So your mother wants to be a grandmother and boys had crushes on you when you were a child, so naturally you don’t want to marry just to be contrary?” 
Mede grimaced. “Don’t say it like that. It makes it sound ridiculous.” 
She arched a brow. “I won’t apologize for being me and wanting what I want—not to a commoner, not to a Var, not to the Prince of all the Draig, not to the King of the Accursed Universe. So you smile your handsome little smile and think whatever you want, but insult my life choices again and that’s one battle you’ll lose to a girl.” 
Llyr tried to look properly chastised. 
“And you’re baiting me, aren’t you?” she asked in exasperation. 
Llyr couldn’t maintain innocence and started to laugh. “You think my smile is handsome?” 
“I think you, prince, are teasing me.” Mede reached her hand to pet the ceffyl as they walked. Her long, delicate fingers glanced over the center of the animal’s face. “I’m just not sure why.” 
“Maybe I like you,” Llyr admitted. It was only a fraction of the truth. When he looked at her, he felt as if he’d found himself. When she touched him, his skin lit on fire and a shockwave rocked him to the very core. He thought of her more than he thought of himself. He wanted desperately to win her, not because the crystal glowing in his pocket told him they were fated but because she chose him. He wanted her to choose him.

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