PostsGuest post by Susannah Scott + Giveaway
I LOVE shifter heroes, there is something about them that makes them irresistible to me. They can be werewolves, werelions, werepanthers or dragon-shifters, I love them all! So when I saw that one of the latest Entangled Covet releases featured dragons I couldn't have been more excited! So please give the warmest welcome to Susannah Scott, author of as she shares with us some dragon-love! ;-)
Thank you to Stella for having me on Ex Libris today for the final post in my Dragon Hunt story! If you are just joining us, I am celebrating the release of my fun, paranormal romance, , by detailing the true story of how I got in BIG trouble in the remote Ozark Mountains trying to buy an amazing eight-foot tall dragon sculpture.
For the next couple of days I stewed. I had nightmares of Country Bob riding the chained-down dragons in endless circles around the oak tree, hurting them. I tried to write, but my fictional dragons hit the page with a scary, evil font.
“How is your writing going?” My husband asked about a week later.
“Lousy.” Emotion choked my voice. “I can’t write about dragons anymore.”
“But you still want the sculptures?”
“No.” I was surprised when the word came out of my mouth, but my heart steadied and my emotions leveled with rightness. As beautiful as the sculptures were, they were tainted with Bob’s ugly spirit. I couldn’t bring then into my home, even if he decided to sell them.
I waited until a quiet moment and dialed Bob’s number. “Hello,” a woman, of all things answered. I thought about warning her about the six—er five, ex-wives—but good grief, she had to have seen the horrific yard sculptures.
“Hi,” I said. “We came over last week and saw Bob’s sculptures.”
“Oh yes,” she said, pleasure in her voice. “Bob checked up on you. He wanted me to let you know we would drop by your house—”
“No. No.” Anxiety twisted my stomach at the thought of him “dropping by” my safe place. (If you’ve followed from the beginning, you know how ironic this is.) “I’ve changed my mind about the dragons. I can’t have them. Please let Bob know that I can’t buy any of his art.”
“Oo-kay.” The woman’s voice soured, and she stretched the word into two surly syllables.
“Bye.” I disconnected. Loss and sadness engulfed me, but I knew it was the right decision. I was letting go of one thing to have another, more important thing.
The next morning when I sat down to write, and the words came easy.
Now when I think of the dragons, I only wish I had taken a picture. Even chained to the tree, they were so amazing, and powerful, and regal. I can’t have them. Not now, not ever. They will rust in the rain, hoarded by a man—whom I feel certain is not their true creator—but their captor.
All my best,
Susannah Scott
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For the next couple of days I stewed. I had nightmares of Country Bob riding the chained-down dragons in endless circles around the oak tree, hurting them. I tried to write, but my fictional dragons hit the page with a scary, evil font.
“How is your writing going?” My husband asked about a week later.
“Lousy.” Emotion choked my voice. “I can’t write about dragons anymore.”
“But you still want the sculptures?”
I waited until a quiet moment and dialed Bob’s number. “Hello,” a woman, of all things answered. I thought about warning her about the six—er five, ex-wives—but good grief, she had to have seen the horrific yard sculptures.
“Hi,” I said. “We came over last week and saw Bob’s sculptures.”
“Oh yes,” she said, pleasure in her voice. “Bob checked up on you. He wanted me to let you know we would drop by your house—”
“No. No.” Anxiety twisted my stomach at the thought of him “dropping by” my safe place. (If you’ve followed from the beginning, you know how ironic this is.) “I’ve changed my mind about the dragons. I can’t have them. Please let Bob know that I can’t buy any of his art.”
“Oo-kay.” The woman’s voice soured, and she stretched the word into two surly syllables.
“Bye.” I disconnected. Loss and sadness engulfed me, but I knew it was the right decision. I was letting go of one thing to have another, more important thing.
The next morning when I sat down to write, and the words came easy.
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*Bonus scene*
The dragon pushed his wings through the air leaving turbulence behind. He surged above the clouds, then dove, tucking his wings and spinning, thrilling in his decent. At an open field, he slowed and scanned the ground for prey. Nothing, not even a bird to spook. He snorted and leapt back into flight.
The rushing cross currents sang in his ears: Freedom. Power.
Around him, the grey sky changed to seething clouds and lightening crackled, sending electricity through the air like a web. His scales stood on end, making him feel alive. Dangerous. Crashing thunder followed, vibrating his bones, shaking him like a fist.
Now when I think of the dragons, I only wish I had taken a picture. Even chained to the tree, they were so amazing, and powerful, and regal. I can’t have them. Not now, not ever. They will rust in the rain, hoarded by a man—whom I feel certain is not their true creator—but their captor.
All my best,
Susannah Scott
SUSANNAH SCOTT lives in the Missouri Ozarks and is the lone female in a very loud household of males ranging in age from 4 to 40. While she jokes that the extreme levels of testosterone inspired her to write romance, it is really the love of creating an excellent story, and the occasional dreams of twenty-foot dragons, that wake her and send her to the laptop before the chaos of daily life ensues. Susannah loves to hear from her readers.
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