The Lady and the Dragon’s Holiday

By Mandy Rosko

Diana Winters loves the holiday season. Her name is 'Winters' after all, and being the first New Year's Eve she will spend with her ultra buff and super sexy dragon shifting husband, she is looking forward to it.

 

Teaching Azoth about the modern world has posed some challenges, and there is still so much for him to learn, about the world, and about her, but spending their time in a lonesome cabin in the woods seemed like a good place to start their lessons.

 

Diana doesn't think he's quite ready to see skyscrapers made of glass, and explaining the Internet has been a challenge. But learning more about the man she married in a previous life, who spent thousands of years locked away for a crime he didn't commit, has been it's own special challenge.

 

Diana is willing to face it, however. 'Tis the season for miracles, and after surviving a jealous fairy creature wanting her dead, what's a few more hurdles for a long lost fairy princess and her dragon lord?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mandy Rosko
• Release date: Dec 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393235972

Mandy Rosko

USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Mandy Rosko loves writing paranormal romances with werewolves, dragons and people with special powers. She is the author of the Things in the Night Series, Night and Day, and the Dangerous Creatures Series.She does M/F, M/M, a touch of medieval under her other pen name, Rizzo Rosko, and pretty much anything else she's in the mood to write (which makes things confusing for readers since that means she's too much of a flake to stick to any one brand).Favorite authors right now are anyone who writes dangerous and tortured heroes ;)If you want to keep up to date on the sexy guys in my hot new releases, then sign up for my Newsletter and receive a free copy of The Vampire's Curse: http://mandyrosko.com/contact.htmlAnd on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MandyRoskoRomanceThings in the Night Series:The Vampire's CurseThe Legend of the WerewolfThe Shepard's AgonyThe Dragon and the Wolf (A prequel novella)Night and Day Series:Night and DayThe Calm Before The StormAll Hell Breaking LooseBook Four Coming Soon!Dangerous Creatures:Burns Like FireA Shock To Your SystemAs Cold As Ice Coming December 8th 2015

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December 31st: 1:45 pm

Diana Winters had basically died. Twice. It was only because her husband, a dragon warrior and prince, had tried to kill her five seconds after their marriage…but that was no fault of his. He'd been poisoned with a magical potion, and it had driven him insane. Apparently, Diana's uncle had wanted her and her entire family dead.

Diana had no memories of that event, which had happened over a thousand years ago, until very recently when she'd come across her husband in the prison he'd been sent to.

They'd had a lot of fun catching up.

You know we can hire people to do that, right? Diana asked, holding two warm hot mugs of hot chocolate by the handles as she stared up at Azoth Dracamire, her husband.

He scoffed, brushing some of the long strands of his hair out of his face. The auburn color looked good on him, and with their incredibly mild winters he was able to comfortably work bare-chested while repairing the roof.

I am perfectly capable of repairing our home. No human need lay a finger on it. Azoth spoke as though having anyone doing anything for him would be despicable.

He never complained whenever Diana cooked for him, though. Probably because she was a better cook than he was.

Uh, huh, she said, and her eyes zoned in on the way a thin sheen of sweat accented and highlighted his muscles. Her belly went all quivery and warm as he moved, like when he hauled a sack of shingles over his shoulder and leapt onto the roof without even using a ladder.

If dying meant having a specimen like this as her husband, lover, and protector, then it had all been so well worth it. She hadn't been that close with the friends in her former life, anyway.

The second time she'd died, so to speak, was when her memories had returned after her evil uncle's death. This was when she learned that pretty much everyone she'd known, those she had memories of and friendships with, had no clue who she was.

No one remembered her. It was like the spell that had been cast that had kept her identity safe, even from herself, had vanished.

Her husband, Lord Azoth, had called it an awakening. Her memories were back, so there was no longer any need for the spell to be working on her, or anyone else.

As a lower ranking prince of one of the dragon clans, marriage to Azoth made Diana a princess. The fairytale was complete when you added in the evil wizard, her uncle, who had been out to kill her.

At least she was getting her happily-ever-after. Apparently, even though the spell on Diana and everyone else had worn off, and she became homeless pretty much in seconds as an effect, she was pretty-well off.

Azoth hadn't just been in a prison. He'd been guarding mountains worth of gold and jewels that belonged to the dragons, which had been more than enough to buy them a cottage off the beaten path.

The rest of the fortune was pretty much just sitting back in that cave, waiting for them. She and Azoth could now go back and forth to take what they needed whenever they needed it, and they were pretty much set for life.

So, yeah, Diana had died twice, and each time she came back there was a new life waiting for her.

Do you at least want to come down and take a break? Diana asked, still holding onto the mugs. It's chocolate.

Even if the snow seemed to be having trouble making an appearance, she would at least enjoy the Christmas tradition of sharing hot chocolate with her husband.

Azoth's head immediately whipped around to stare down at her. Diana could've sworn that she'd seen his pupils dilate, too. He smiled, put his hammer down, and jumped off of the roof.

He touched down on the stone walkway, a gorgeous addition to their love nest that he'd also insisted on putting in himself. The ground vibrated under their feet from the force of his landing. The entire house seemed to shake a little, and she watched the icicle Christmas lights hanging from the gutters sway.

Yeah, at times he was a little more