QSFer Hannah Walker has a new MM fantasy romance out:
Rillian Mascini is one of the most knowledgeable mages in the world. Spending his days and sometimes nights with his nose in a book has taught him magic and histories that few care to remember. He has a passion for dragons that pulls him to learn all he can about them, including their language. He is one of the last people left alive who can speak to the magnificent beasts.
Conwyn D’Aver is squad leader of the Dragon Riders. He will do whatever it takes to protect the dragons and people he has given his oath to serve. Nothing is more important, and when Neela, his personal dragon, is attacked, Conwyn is out for blood. He vows to find the threat and defeat it.
When an old spell book is found that gives a person the power to control all dragons, Conwyn will do anything he can to keep it from getting into the wrong hands, even if that means teaming up with the bookish Rillian to find a way to overcome the evil enemies who seek to gain the power.
Together with the dragons, the two men must find a way to protect everything they both love, but while doing so, they risk losing their own hearts to each other. As their enemies seek to destroy them, they learn that sometimes it takes love and trust to defeat the things we fear the most.
Conwyn walked over to Halen, his dragon. Every time he looked at her, he was stunned by her beauty. She truly was a magnificent beast. Her green tones were stunning in moonlight or the sunshine from the twin suns. Her scales were rich vibrant greens on her belly, darkening over her sides and spine, where they were a deep green like the Avaryn forest. Her golden eyes shone with a wisdom no one other than a dragon could match. Spikes ran the length of her tail, which ended in a lethal point. She was a fire breather, one of only two working for them. Ice breathers were far more common.
“Halen.” He gently scratched behind her ears when she dipped her head in front of him. Her deep, rumbling purr vibrated along his arm. “How’s my gorgeous lady then, hmm? The only lady I could ever love.” He kissed her snout gently, ignoring the contented curl of smoke drifting lazily up from one nostril. “You ready to go for a ride? It’ll be a nice long one. I need to take this agreement over to the Scarin, get it signed and then come back.” A chuckle escaped him as her wings started to spread out as though she wanted to leave immediately.
“Not here. You know we’ll get in trouble if you break another stall wall again. Golas hasn’t forgiven us for the last time you broke one.” He shook his head when she dipped her head and looked at him, peeking past her eye scales.
“Don’t look at me like that, Halen. You know I’m a sucker for the faces you pull.”
Halen leaned the tip of her snout against his chest and looked up at him.
Con rolled his eyes at her antics. “Come on, let’s get you outside, so at least we’re ready.” He ignored the way her feet seemed to dance their way out of her stall as he grabbed his riding harness from its peg on the wall.
Aldren smirked as he watched the interaction between them. “She really does have you wrapped around her tail. You’re totally not the big bad Squad Leader when it comes to Halen, are you?”
Conwyn rolled his eyes. “Berrin agrees with me it’s all about our ladies.” He laughed as Aldren shook his head. “Like you’re any better with Grith. Admit it, we’re all suckers for the dragons in our lives.”
“Hey, speak for yourselves. Some of us are all about the men we have. Isn’t that right, Aldren?” Tillan, the last member of their four-man unit turned around the corner, leading Qualish, his dragon. Qualish was a brilliant white with silver scale tips and green eyes.
Grith let out a curl of mist from his nose, and Aldren, who seemed to know what was coming, took a step back. Grith belched, and promptly froze a pile of blankets propped up against the wall.
“Grith! How many times have I told you to direct your ice somewhere safe?” Con scowled at the young ice dragon.
Grith’s head dropped and he peeked up at Conwyn from behind his silver eye ridge.
Conwyn chuckled as he burrowed his head behind Aldren’s back. “Grith, come here.” Con called the dragon, laughing as he peeked around Aldren. “Catch!”
A piece of roasted boar flew through the air and Grith hastily caught it, munched away, and crept up to Con, nuzzling him. Grith seemed to forget his own strength, as he often did, sending Con flat onto his ass.
Con opened his mouth before shutting it. Far better to quit while he was behind. Grith was young, playful and eager to please. The whole unit found it impossible to tell him off. Oh, they teased him— Grith was the baby of the bunch— but he was almost too adorably eager to please the unit for them to chastise him. Conwyn tugged on one of Grith’s ears and scratched behind it. Accepting Tillan’s hand, he clambered up. “Right, you lot, out you go. Go race around for a few minutes, but don’t wear yourselves out. We have a long journey!” His voice rose at the end, the dragons already jostling past one of the other teams, determined to get outside to play.
“I swear, they’re like big babies at times.” Con dusted the loose straw off his ass.
“So, are you the mam or the pap in this scenario?” Tillan called out as he ran along the length of the stables, out of the firing line.
Con waited a split second before chasing after him.
Hannah Walker is a full-time mum to two gorgeous teenage sons, and shares her home with both them, and a very supportive husband. They have always encouraged her to follow her dreams.
She has always loved books from her childhood years reading alongside her father, inheriting his love of Sci-Fi and Fantasy. She has combined this with her love of MM romance to write her series: Avanti Chronicles and Demonic Tales. She loves writing about a complex world where the men love, and live, hard.
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