Police have ruled out suspicious circumstances in the investigation into the death of Elizabeth Sinclair, wife of charismatic entrepreneur Harry Sinclair, found drowned in the lake of the family’s holiday park.
been two years since the Sinclair case closed but when reporter Steph Durham
receives a tipoff that could give her the scoop of the year, she’s drawn deeper
and deeper into the secretive Sinclair family.
Elizabeth’s death wasn’t a tragic accident. And the truth will come at a deadly price…
I received a copy of this book from Harper Collins UK – Harper Fiction in return for an honest review.
You are thrown into the deep end from the beginning of this book, as you witness a personal tragedy. These scenes engender your empathy towards the victim. Is she as innocent as she seems?
Steph is the PR and journalist for a travel company based in the South of England. She has always wanted to be an investigative journalist, since her days of cub reporting in the North West, but things didn’t work out. The opportunity to review a new leisure venture in her home town is viewed with mixed emotions, but she needs the money. Her friend suggests she uses social media, to advertise her latest job, with a view to gaining further work. The interest she attracts is unexpected and leads her into a role she has always wanted, but at what cost?
The Lake District setting is always good for fiction. The beauty and danger of the landscape, the perfect foil for accidents, or even murder. The Sinclair family, practically own the town, and you are immediately wondering if their influence could cover up a murder? Steph’s estranged mother ran the initial police investigation and her deceased father worked for the Sinclairs, something that puts her at risk, even before she starts her investigation.
The suspense increases with every chapter, and the dual timeline, of Steph’s present-day investigation of Elizabeth’s death, and the historic revelations of Elizabeth’s life up to her demise, work well.
Only Steph and widower Harry are characters that you can empathise, even Elizabeth has her own agenda, and is not really likeable. The other two brothers Dominic and Owen are not attractive humans. One the dominant bully, the other weak, but manipulative. The clues are well hidden in the plot, disguised by the misinformation, but they are there. The ending is well-written, as the suspense reaches breaking-point.
This story keeps you on tenterhooks throughout, with authentic characters, a twisty plot and an unexpected end, it is an excellent domestic thriller.
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An investigation leads Kelly back to her former command… and the ex who betrayed her
A brutal murder in the Lake District.
A double assassination in a secret lab in London’s west end.
Seemingly unconnected, unexpected links between the gruesome crimes emerge and it’s up to DI Kelly Porter to follow the trail – all the way to the capital.
Back amongst old colleagues and forced to work alongside her calculating ex, DCI Matt Carter, Kelly must untangle a web of deceit that stretches into the highest echelons of power. A place where secrets and lies are currency and no obstacle is insurmountable.
I received a copy of this book from Canelo via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
Two locations, Three murders and an unwelcome trip back, to her troubled past for DI Kelly Porter, in this, book five of the Cumbrian based detective series. The murders, appear professional, but are the Lake district and London killings connected?
It is symbolic that as Kelly’s personal life improves, her past has to be faced, on both a personal and professional level. Even though much of the investigation takes place in London, the Lake District references are welcome to all who love the region.
Suspense, clever plot twists and unexpected connections, are all found in ‘Bold Lies’, the true perpetrators of the crimes, think they are above the law, but DI Kelly Porter and DCI Matt Carter, need to prove they aren’t. The crimes are savage, premeditated and carried out with ruthless intent. This is a different crime for Porter to investigate, but every bit as deadly, and menacing as her previous cases.
The characters both old and new, antagonist and protagonist are believable and complex. The psychopathic isolation of the main antagonist is truly chilling, and makes solving the crimes much harder, as little or no emotion is involved. DI Kelly Porter is a true professional, but someone who values her personal life, and lets it balance her. Her humanity is what makes her easy to empathise.
A riveting read, and I eagerly anticipate the next case for DI Kelly Porter.
Extract From Bold Lies -Rachel Lynch
Detective Inspector Kelly Porter
stared at her computer screen. The office was undergoing a quasi-refurbishment:
a few new chairs, a new carpet and a paint job. HR had ruled the old stiff
chairs ergonomically unsound, and the whole force was getting replacements that
could be set at the user’s preferred angle. Kelly had to admit they were
comfortable. Some of her colleagues had spent the morning racing up and down
the corridor on them. DC Rob Shawcross had just beaten DC Emma Hide three to
two, and she was refusing to shake his hand. As a responsible senior officer,
Kelly should have admonished them, but it was highly entertaining to watch. No
blood or coffee had been spilled and it had taken mere minutes out of their
day. On top of that, it had lifted the spirits of everyone who’d worked on the
Tombday case three years ago. David Crawley had appealed his sentence, and the
Old Bailey had delivered its verdict this morning.
Tombday had been a complex web of money-laundering and trafficking, run by businessmen in the Lakes and reaching way beyond the UK borders. David Crawley had only been one cog in the wheel, but he was a childhood friend of Kelly’s and an ex-boyfriend. It was a touchy subject. The Court of Appeal had argued that it was never proved that he had obtained material benefit from the people he’d carried in his lorries and that he was unaware of the transactions made in order to get them there. It was also ruled that the persons had come willingly rather than being coerced, and it was questionable that he had ever intentionally planned to exploit them. In fact, there were so many sections of the Trafficking Act that the original case failed to satisfy that Crawley’s offences were reduced to aiding and abetting, carrying a five-year sentence. On account of his impeccable record sheet in prison, and the fact that he’d served almost three years already, he had been freed this morning.
It was a huge blow.
DC Emma Hide brought Kelly a coffee and placed it on her desk. Kelly looked up and smiled at her junior. Her iPad pinged and she flipped it open to notifications from HQ. A 999 call had been transferred to the serious crime unit for North Lakes, and Kelly was expected to move on it straight away. She toyed with sending Emma along but decided against it because she wanted some fresh air. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep herself tied to her chair, and this was a serious crime scene. She’d handed out plenty of domestics, illegal hunting and burglaries to her team. But this was different. A body had been found at Derwent Marina. As yet, it was unidentified. The only information she had was that it was male, and had been found by Graeme Millar, who ran the marina. If Graeme hadn’t recognised the victim, then chances were he wasn’t local. That raised a flag for Kelly. It meant that he was either a tourist or a traveller. A forensic officer was already at the scene.
‘Emma, I’ve got to go out. Are you
working on the burglary at Allerdale House?’
‘Yes, guv. I think Kate said she was
in between paperwork, though.’
‘How’s it going?’
A local call early this morning had alerted police to something suspicious at Allerdale House’s boatshed. People knew one another round the lake, and apparently, a kayaker had spotted that the doors were open and passed the information on to the police. Upon inspection, the first uniforms on the scene discovered that a crime had occurred.
Old Lord Allerdale was dead, but his grandson and heir, Sebastian Montague-Roland, had been tracked down in London and had supplied a list of items stored in the shed. The house had been standing empty for the last six months, but there were rumours that building work was due to start there to renovate the place and turn it into a luxury leisure complex.
At first glance, the robbery looked like an opportunist break-in. An old pile like that with no one living in it was tempting for the criminal-minded, but apparently, some of the equipment taken from the boathouse was valuable. This raised Kelly’s interest, as it meant that the place could have been targeted.
‘The site is still being processed,
guv.’ Emma was dressed in casual gear and could have been planning to sprint
out of the door for a run at any moment: but then she always looked like that,
and carried it off. Kelly glanced down at her feet, and sure enough, she was
wearing trainers. Kelly was relaxed about dress, up to a point. If they were
driving round Cumbria, in and out of sheds and boat huts, then formal gear just
‘Can you ask Kate to come in here?’
she asked. Emma nodded and disappeared. Kelly sipped her coffee and scanned the
few details she’d been given about the body found at the marina. Male, over
fifty, Caucasian and naked. That was it. She knew Graeme Millar through Johnny;
they drank in the same watering holes after a fell race or a lake swim. The
Keswick area was extensive to an outsider, but the fell-racing world was an
exclusive and tiny club, one that Johnny had only recently become part of. He
and Graeme had much in common, in that Graeme had spent five years as an
infantry officer around the same time as Johnny had been serving. They had an
instant connection. It was the beginning of weekends of sailing lessons, and
the inspiration behind Johnny’s boat purchase. Wendy had been transferred to Derwent Marina from Pooley Bridge in
the spring, and Graeme turned a blind eye to the mooring fee.
DS Kate Umshaw came into Kelly’s
office and sat down. ‘I do like these chairs.’
‘I know. I think they’re a bit too
comfortable, though. We need to take a drive to Keswick.’
Kate raised an eyebrow. Everybody
knew she preferred paperwork. This was one of the reasons Kelly wanted to get
her out of the office for a change.
‘What’s happened?’ she asked.
‘Body. Derwent Marina.’ Kelly shared the sparse details she had so far and grabbed her coat. Kate did the same.
‘Forensics are there. Let’s hope
it’s just a drunk who found somewhere to shelter and stripped off.’
‘Did he die of exposure? In June?’
‘Might be a suicide. How are the
nicotine patches going?’ Kelly asked.
‘Dull. It’s the worst decision of my
life,’ Kate said. Kelly shook her head. Kate was one of those smokers who would
choose a fag over a life jacket.
They checked in with the rest of the
team before they left, then headed to the lift. Eden House had several floors,
and their office was at the top. Uniforms manned the lower floors, and the two
women acknowledged nods as they filed out of the building towards Kelly’s car.
They’d only gone a few hundred yards
when Kelly began to feel the benefits of being out of the office. The thought
of bumping into Dave Crawley was pushed to the back of her mind, and she
concentrated on the drive. With a bit of luck, the body would keep them busy
all day. There might be a perfectly innocent explanation, but the Murder
Investigation Manual dictated that the first rule of inquiry into a deceased
body without an obvious cause of death was to treat it suspiciously.
Derwent Marina was past the town of
Keswick, at the end of a tiny road just beyond the village of Portinscale.
Kelly had spent many school trips learning to kayak down there, and memories
flashed back as she parked up outside the main office. Business had been
suspended for the day, and uniforms were on the scene interviewing various
groups and individuals. She spotted Graeme, and he waved. Kate got a bag out of
the boot that contained all they needed to oversee the processing of a crime
scene, and they walked over to him.
‘Hi, Kelly. I hoped it would be you
Graeme looked ashen, and Kelly
realised that it was easy to forget what the sight of a dead body did to
people, even an ex-army man. Graeme hadn’t seen active service, though, not
like Johnny, and so it was possible that he’d never encountered a corpse
before, at least not one that had expired outdoors with no clothes on.
‘You all right?’ she asked. He was
sitting on an upturned canoe.
‘It was the smell.’
‘Ah, I get it. That’s not something
you’ll forget in a hurry.’
He ran his fingers through his hair.
‘I understand you’ve given a
‘Thanks, you can go then. Maybe go
home and distract yourself with something else.’
He hesitated. ‘When do you think
they’ll take him away?’
Kelly looked towards the boatshed,
which was now cordoned off with police tape. She felt Graeme’s anxiety. This
was a cash business and his livelihood depended upon it.
‘I won’t know that until I’ve seen
him. I’m sorry.’ It was all she could say. There were no guarantees. His brow
knitted and he got up slowly.
Kelly and Kate walked through the
trees towards the large shed. A uniformed officer standing outside moved aside
for them. The tape extended around the back and down to the shoreline, but
already campers from the neighbouring site were gathered, taking pictures with
mobile phones. At least the cover of the shed meant the body was protected from
exposure on social media.
As soon as they stepped inside,
Kelly appreciated what Graeme had said about the smell. Kate handed her a
bottle of perfume and she rubbed some under her nose. She also heard flies. She
climbed a ladder and made her way to the stern of the launch. Another smell
caught her attention: recently varnished wood. It was in stark contrast and was
rather beautiful. The forensic officer, in full kit, was clicking away with a
The dead man was slumped over the
captain’s chair. Kelly reckoned he was in his late fifties, and apart from a
huge wound to his temple, he looked as though he was asleep. It was an
undignified way to go. His skin hung off his body in saggy rolls. He wasn’t
fat, just not used to exercise. He was pale, almost white, apart from his arms
and face, which were tanned from outdoor life. Kelly wondered if he was on
holiday. He wasn’t malnourished or prematurely aged, which indicated a certain
amount of prosperity; that ruled out vagrancy or homelessness. There was a
watch mark on his wrist and an indentation on his wedding finger: the body had
been stripped of every piece of clothing and jewellery.
wound?’ she asked the forensic officer. He nodded. Kelly raised her eyebrows.
It wasn’t what she’d expected to find on a Monday morning on the shores of
Derwent Water. It would be difficult to keep this one out of the press, that
was for sure.
‘We’ve got two entry wounds, but, so far all I can find is one exit unless they came through the same mess. That’s one for the Coroner.’
She didn’t need to get too close to
recognise the wound pattern. On his left temple, two entry wounds had crusted
over, and she could see that flies had laid their eggs already. On the other
side, a massive exit wound had ripped his skull apart. It was something Kelly
had witnessed a few times before, but never here in the Lakes. What was less
obvious was why somebody had gone to all the trouble of removing clothes and
jewellery to conceal the identity, but left the body in an obvious place. A
cursory glance confirmed the absence of blood splatter or matter adhering to
the surrounding panels of the cabin: he hadn’t been shot here.
The man had been shot through the
brain, execution style. If he’d done it himself, the gun would have fallen from
his dead hand and would still be on site. He also probably wouldn’t be naked.
And it would be messy.
‘Weapon?’ she asked.
‘Feel free to look around. I haven’t
With no weapon and no crime scene, just a dump site, and no name, Kelly knew that today would indeed be a busy day. Happy Monday, she thought.
Rachel Lynch grew up in Cumbria and the lakes and fells are never far away from her. London pulled her away to teach History and marry an Army Officer, whom she followed around the globe for thirteen years. A change of career after children led to personal training and sports therapy, but the writing was always the overwhelming force driving the future. The human capacity for compassion as well as its descent into the brutal and murky world of crime are fundamental to her work.
When the seventh Earl of Lowesdale is found hanging from the rafters at Wasdale Hall, everyone assumes the ageing, hard-partying aristocrat had finally had enough of chasing the glory of his youth. But when the coroner finds signs of foul play, DI Kelly Porter is swept into a luxurious world where secrets and lies dominate.
At the same time, two young hikers go missing and it’s up to Kelly to lead the search. But digging deeper reveals ties to two other unsolved disappearances and Kelly and her team find themselves in a race against time.
Now, as all roads of both investigations and Kelly’s own family secrets lead to Wasdale Hall it becomes more important than ever for Kelly to discover the devious truths hidden behind the walls of the Lake District’s most exclusive estate…
Guest Post: Developing characters over a trilogy – Rachel Lynch
As a reader of crime novels, I’m always smitten (and terrified) by the ways in which the writer can come up with dark deeds that have been committed for millennia, but in new and refreshing ways. As a writer of crime novels, I worry more about my characters convincing the reader, than the cases they pursue. I truly love creating baddies, and allowing them free reign to shock and awe, with their hideous behaviour. But when it comes to the core players chasing them, I’m constantly looking for ways to move them forward, in ways that are both believable and engaging.
Kelly is a straightforward woman, she’s got problems, she’s not perfect, and she makes mistakes. And, like most of us, she doesn’t have the ideal family. We’re all the sum parts of our relationships, and for Kelly to be convincing, she’s got to handle confrontation and disappointment. Driving those forward over three books has been satisfying and challenging. Her emerging relationship with Johnny, her changing perception of Ted, her tension with Nikki, and the tragedy of her mother’s illness, all need to weave inside and around the crimes she’s investigating. New characters always pop up too. It might be part of her job and the colleagues she works with, or it could be reconnecting with old pals; whatever the reason, she touches people and they touch her.
The reception Kelly has received so far is phenomenal, and she really has become a fully dimensional person for me. I like being in her company. She’s feisty and strong, but also vulnerable and incomplete. She’s looking for what we all look for, in the sense that she’s searching for peace, but it doesn’t take over, and she’s a committed woman with an important job to do. She genuinely cares for those she champions in her cases, and won’t stop until she finds answers, even if she puts herself in danger. That’s my favourite trait of hers: she puts the truth first, and everything else is secondary. She’s a fighter but she’s not arrogant or dogmatic. She’s driven but still encourages her colleagues. She carries within her an energy that makes this all possible, and I’d like to spend time with her.
Her life over the course of Dark Game, Deep fear and Dead End has changed over a time span of almost three years, and she’s learned a lot about herself and her family. She’d avoided this in London, like a lot of us do when we’re forging our careers, but now she is trying to make sense of it and make amends at the same time. She and Johnny are great partners because he’s an outsider too, and he’s growing on me with every book. He’s still got a lot more to give, even if he and Kelly were to split up. I have massive affection for Ted and I admire his wisdom, and I think he brings much structure to Kelly’s world.
All of these things connections have to move forward, book by book, and they have to be real. Writing a sequel was a steep learning curve for me, as this is my first series, it was also incredibly rewarding. Getting to number three, and working out how these people still interacted was another journey, and I’m thrilled with the reception so far for this web of characters, who never cease to surprise, but also remain reassuringly familiar. It’s also interesting for me, as a mother, to write about a woman with no children, and I’m jealous of how much time she has on her hands, though she doesn’t necessarily appreciate it!
There’s a lot more in store for Kelly, and I’m sure she’ll continue to surprise me, as well as, I hope, you too.
The third instalment of the DI Kelly Porter series has two separate storylines that appear unconnected but are intricately woven together to produce an absorbing mystery, detailed police procedural and riveting thriller.
Kelly Porter is such an exciting character, driven, caring, yet vulnerable, and your empathy with her grows with every story. The cast of characters both antagonists and protagonists are complex, and the storytelling draws you in, deepening the mystery with every clue it reveals.
I hope there’s another one as I’m hooked and set in the lovely English Lake District the dichotomy between its raw beauty and the ugliness of the crimes it conceals is what makes this addictive.
I received a copy of this book from Canelo via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
Rachel Lynch grew up in Cumbria and the lakes and fells are never far away from her. London pulled her away to teach History and marry an Army Officer, whom she followed around the globe for thirteen years. A change of career after children led to personal training and sports therapy, but writing was always the overwhelming force driving the future. The human capacity for compassion as well as its descent into the brutal and murky world of crime are fundamental to her work.
A most unlikely governess……with a shocking secret.
Lady Rebecca Pierce escapes her forced betrothal when the ship she’s on wrecks. Assuming the identity of a governess she believes has drowned, she enters the employ of brooding Lord Brookmore, who’s selflessly caring for his orphaned nieces. Inconveniently, she’s extremely attracted to the viscount, with her only chance of happiness tied to the biggest risk: revealing the truth about who she really is…
Rebecca and Claire meet on a packet boat sailing to England from Ireland. Rebecca is a lady travelling to London for a forced marriage to a man she despises. Claire journeys to a new post as a governess in the Lake District. A devastating shipwreck leaves few survivors, Rebecca is one and as there is no sign of her new friend Claire she assumes her identity and becomes a governess.
Lord Brookmore is an unwilling Viscount, but his sense of duty makes him a selfless guardian for his two orphaned nieces and a dedicated custodian of the Lake District estate. The attraction between the Viscount and his governess is forbidden but inevitable, they both fight it but despite scheming fiancees, dangerous former employers and a disapproving housekeeper they fall in love. The historical detail sets the romance firmly in the Regency era, and the two little nieces make clever cupids.
The ending is action packed and full of menace but fortunately a well deserved happy ending and an unexpected twist.
I received a copy of this book from Mills & Boon via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
As an illustrious ice jockey, Hayden Islington is never short of female company—wealthy champions rarely are. So when Miss Jenna Priess—the most exquisite woman he’s ever laid eyes on—turns down his seductive invitation, in favour of his detective abilities, he’s stunned and more than a little intrigued…
Jenna is in trouble—her father is ill and her mill is failing due to her workers mysteriously disappearing. To save her world from ruin, Jenna needs help and Hayden is the only man she can turn to. But can she resist the heat of this handsome ice master’s touch?
The setting and premise drew me to ‘Reckless Rakes: Hayden Islington’ but after the initial excitement of the opening chapter, Ice racing is mentioned but not portrayed in a vivid way and the story line is a little ordinary. Similarly the setting, just outside the English Lake District is a favourite of mine but this story failed to capitalise on its charms or dangers and make a readable story into something special.
The romantic, sensual journey Jenna and Hayden undertake is well written, sexy and gives the story much needed sparkle. Disillusioned by love, Jenna devotes her life to her family and their mill. Hayden is dangerous, troubled and undeniably ‘hot’. Both characters develop throughout the story and they are engaging enough, to make you want them to be happy.
If you read historical romance primarily for the love story, this book delivers but historical romance purists may find some of the language too modern and mourn the lack of atmospheric, historical detail.
I received a copy of this book from Harper Impulse via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
With the release last month of The Revenge Masquerade,the second book in The Dragon Legacy series I’ve been thinking about the next book in the series,working title is Egyptian Chaos.
If you read my author interview on Tracey Rogers’ blog last week you will know I am undecided whether to continue with the series. I still have two more stories to tell but it’s so hard to get your books noticed by your potential audience. Should I write something more mainstream, in the hope of catching a well established publisher’s attention, or self publish the remaining two books? I’d be interested to know what you think. 🙂
So all this introspection made me think back to how optimistic, (some would say naive) I was when I wrote The Dragon Legacy and what inspired me to write, what turned out to be a quirky, fantasy romance set in the English Lake District.
Three things inspired me to write this story:
Dragons are my favourite mystical creatures.
I have loved the lake district for thirty years , since I was first introduced to it, in my early twenties by my first boss.
My fascination with murder mystery.
Dragonsare usually portrayed as evil in English fairy tales, something to be feared and slayed but this isn’t how I see them at all.
They are powerful,intelligent creatures, a source of ancient knowledge and magic.
From this viewpoint it was easy to create Lukas Draco, one of the ancient dragons. He exists in two dimensions; our world in his human form, whilst his true dragon form survives in a parallel world, living in deep still water until Lukas requires his powers. The dragons are champions of good and fight against evil demons to protect humanity.
The Lake Districthas long been a favourite haunt of mine and it was on one of my holidays when I visited Lake Ullswater and the surrounding hills that I imagined how paranormal creatures could hide in plain sight in such a setting. Combined with my love of dragons, The Dragon Legacy began to take shape.
The final ingredient was my love ofmurder mystery games , parties and weekends. I love the drama of these events, the dressing up and taking on a new character. My shy Fleur became the street wise business whiz, Megan and managed to ensnare herself a dragon.
The original draft of The Dragon Legacy contained far more scenes devoted to the murder mystery event but these scenes were cut from the final story as they didn’t move the tale forward. Still I loved writing them and they were among the first words I wrote of The Dragon Legacy’s first book.
I hope you found this look behind the pages of The Dragon Legacy interesting.
So after Saturday’s rain the summer sun has returned and with it my happy optimistic mood. If you read my last post you will recall I was feeling down and attributed it to the grey day.
Taking advantage of the sunshine I spent a couple of hours tidying and enjoying my garden with these lovely butterflies who decided to join me. I love gardening because it gives me time to think and plan and this post is a result of yesterday’s gardening interlude.
Lots of people will be off on holiday in the next few weeks and many will be searching for a good book to enjoy whilst they’re relaxing on the beach or sitting by the pool.
Even if you’re not going away to the coast or countryside, if the sun stays out the excuse to sit in the garden with a good book is too much to resist.
The point of going on holiday is to relax and most of all escape from your normal daily routine. Having a little ‘me’ time recharges our emotional and physical batteries before returning to our often stressful lives.
So a summer read must offer escapism. Many novels today mirror reality or focus on the worst bits of everyday life, I would avoid these when looking for my holiday read. That doesn’t mean the story has to be sugary sweet just hopeful. Or so far removed from reality that even if it focuses on the darker side of human nature the reader knows that anything is possible including a happy outcome. 🙂
Continuing the escapism theme, the setting of a summer read is important. It needs to be in a place the reader would like to explore, so coastal locations are good as are mountains and picturesque countryside. I enjoy reading stories set in the summer too but I don’t think this matters as long as the setting is escape worthy.
If you’re on a crowded beach then its easy to be distracted. So the ideal read must have an absorbing plot with lots of twists. Vivid characters are essential they need to make an impression. The genre of the story is subjective but I love a story with mystery ,lots of action and sizzling romance. The romance doesn’t necessarily have to be the focus of the story but a little spice always adds to the enjoyment. 😉
So that’s my recipe for the perfect summer read.
I leave you with some snippets from The Dragon Legacy maybe it could be your perfect summer read?
You can read the first page of The Dragon Legacy on BooksGoSocial
Let’s You Escape:
‘The elusive turquoise-scaled dragons appeared through the haze. Their minds united by a single aim: the dragon egg’s safety, the reason they risked exposure to the human world.’
‘The dragon lord’s golden eyes focused on the grey sky above the rock strewn hills. Dawn mist hovered around the summit like a silken web. It drifted through the rocky outcrops until it reached the valley where he stood alone.’
‘Mists floated across Lake Ullswater and cloaked the twisty lanes in an impenetrable shroud.’
‘Demon slayer Lukas Draco is a loner. He lives by two simple rules: No emotional entanglements and duty must remain his first priority. His beliefs are challenged when he’s inexplicably drawn to Fleur, a human woman with an unusual psychic aura. Sparks of sexual attraction ignite threatening both his search for the dragon’s egg he buried a thousand years ago and Fleur’s life. Under the cover of a murder mystery weekend an apocalyptic hunt begins’
‘Fleur stole a sideways glance at Lukas…His face was the epitome of masculine beauty, characterized by well-defined angular cheekbones, covered with pale, almost translucent skin. Its apparent delicacy did not detract from his masculinity; he looked like a fallen angel.’
‘Xavier Serpente clenched his manicured nails into his expensive Italian silk trousers… The threat of danger, which simmered under the surface of his urbane respectability, was his greatest attraction.’
‘Lukas forced his mind back to his mission. He studied his murder mystery character profile. His fellow participants mustn’t find out his identity. Or the real reason for his presence at Hallows House.
‘Escape impossible, the furious dragon man slammed him against the tree trunk. His bones cracked. The onslaught repeated with greater force, and his head and neck rocked on his shoulders.’
‘Lukas caught hold of her hand as she turned away from him. “No, don’t! I like you this way.” He ran the pad of his thumb along her responsive lips. “Trust me. Everyone will like you as you are.” She looked vivacious, like the color of her dress, with lush, pink lips and hair like golden rain as it slipped from its elegant restraints. He wanted her back in his arms. His arousal rocketed several degrees as the tip of Fleur’s tongue darted out and tasted his thumb. “Hell!” Another few seconds and leaving wouldn’t be an option.’