Dragons, Lakes and Murder Mystery are the main inspirations for ‘The Dragon Legacy’.
Dragons are my favourite mystical creatures. They are powerful,intelligent, a source of ancient knowledge and magic.
Lukas Draco, my hero in The Dragon Legacy is the embodiment of all these things. One of the ancient dragons. He exists in two dimensions; our world in his human form, whilst his true dragon 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 District has always been popular holiday destination for me. A few years ago I visited Lake Ullswater. In the surrounding hills, it’s easy to imagine paranormal creatures hiding in plain sight. This setting inspired me to write the first book.
My fascination with murder mystery is the final inspiration for this story. I love the drama of these events, the dressing up and adopting a new character. My shy Fleur becomes the street wise business whiz, Megan and manages to ensnare herself a dragon.
The original draft of The Dragon Legacy contains more scenes devoted to the murder mystery event. I intend to rewrite and post these as flash fiction on #wattpad soon.
Readers inspired me to write ‘The Revenge Masquerade’ about Jasmine, an independently minded young woman, destined to be guardian witch and Zane, the street wise wolf shifter. It’s great readers wanted to know what happened to these characters after they met them in The Dragon Legacy.
Lost love, Reunion and facing one’s destiny are all explored in the story.
The story starts one year after Zane leaves. Jasmine is in the Lake District with a new companion and strange mystical dreams.Whilst Zane reaches the final stop on his mission – Venice and is confronted with a new evil. Can he save Larna (Lukas’ the dragon lord’s sister)? Should he contact Lukas and risk the safety of the infant dragon Tarriannah? Has he really seen Jasmine in Venice? There’s lots of fast paced action, mystical occurrences and romantic heat.
Ask most indie authors and they will say ‘it’s tough selling books, electronic or print, today’. The ‘new’ accessible publishing world has undoubtedly opened up the book selling market to all.
The downside? It’s created a stampede of writers and small publishers flooding the market, particularly with eBooks.
The chances of becoming a runaway bestseller are minuscule. Even making a living from your book sales is unlikely unless you can stand out from the crowd.
Price is one way of getting noticed.
If you price your e book too high, after the initial friends and family sales, it’s likely your Amazon rankings will tumble and your book sales stagnate. Surely, that only happens if you fail to market and promote your book effectively , you might think?
In my experience, which admittedly is limited , no amount of promotion, a self published or indie published author can do, will compensate for a book that is overpriced.
Why are book prices set so high?
The overheads for small publishers and self -publishing authors can be high. The cost of editing, proof reading, formatting, cover design and promotional blog tours, all adds up and needs to be recouped from the book sales.
What you need to remember is there are unlikely to be many sales if the price is too high. Especially for a new or relatively unknown author, selling in a saturated market.
With this in mind I asked my publisher to reduce my book prices, to put them more in line with similar eBooks,marketed by larger publishers. It will be interesting to see if a competitive price has an impact on sales. I will let you know.
The English Lake District: Just over a year ago in Hallows House’s garden.
Zane shook his body until his fur lay flat against his broad back. His shift into his wolf completed, he padded across the silent garden, eager to be on his way. He paused and looked back at the house. A movement at a downstairs window drew his predatory gaze. He stood transfixed as the artificial light illuminated Jasmine’s titian hair. Jasmine leant against the kitchen window and stared into the moonlit garden. His silvery-eyed stare moved lower and devoured her hourglass figure’s perfection, barely concealed by the emerald robe she wore.
His ears flattened as a shrill whistle assaulted his acute hearing. Jasmine disappeared. Instinctively he edged further away from the house to where the garden merged with the dark hills. He waited. A turquoise streak of light momentarily dazzled him. He followed its progress and recognized the baby dragon as it flew into the room occupied by its guardian, Fleur. Zane assumed Lukas, his friend the dragon lord, was there too. He growled softly, pleased by Lukas’ happiness. Jasmine’s image flashed into his mind. Zane shook his shaggy head–she wasn’t for him.
The shrieking noise quieted and the unmistakable creek of the heavy door alerted him of someone’s approach. His hackles rose and then flattened in recognition of the scent: a mixture of flowers and spice unique to Jasmine. He resisted the urge to shift into his human form. As a wolf, their encounter would remain platonic. His mind and heart warred over the morality of his desires. He couldn’t stay. His mission necessitated he leave immediately. Was it fair to take Jasmine’s heart and leave her alone with needs mere memories wouldn’t satisfy? The wolf ignored his human conscience. Time was short and the instinctive need to brand the flame-haired witch with his mark too strong. He shifted back into his human form.
Zane leant against the jagged stone wall. His naked body barely registered the rough-hewn rock, which imprinted his skin. His abrupt shift into human form didn’t include clothes. The cool night air soothed his fevered body as Jasmine appeared. A faint blush stained her pale skin everywhere his gaze rested.
“I saw your wolf through the window,” Jasmine said, perhaps to explain her presence in the garden.
“I wanted to talk to you.” Zane enclosed her small hand in his. She offered no resistance.
“Just talk?” Her gaze darted away from his erection, taunt against his abdomen. He sighed and pulled her tight against his hardness, enjoying the contact with her soft curves. “This isn’t talking, Zane,” she said, her voice breathless.
‘He reached a solid wooden door carved with intricate Byzantine designs. He howled once loud and prolonged then stepped back from the door poised for flight or fight, whichever came first. The door creaked open and a slight female creature stood in the doorway with an expectant look on her face. He bent his head. She stroked it with cold fingers so long and thin to the point of emaciation they seemed disproportionate to the rest of her body. Zane growled softly in greeting. Nightwalkers often used telepathy, but they wouldn’t open their minds to a stranger. “You’re welcome, wolf. Follow me. The council is ready to meet with you.” She indicated the door at the end of the long wide hallway, bedecked with renaissance treasures all adorned with thick dust and cobwebs.
Zane hesitated. This could be a trap, his wolf insisted. He risked opening his mind, but its tentative search found nothing. Insurmountable mental barriers forced his retreat.’
I’m introducing my latest hero Zane the wolf shifter who many of you may remember from The Dragon Legacy. Zane and his witch Jasmine made such an impact on me and my readers that I wrote their story as the second book in The Dragon Legacy Series even though neither of them are dragons. 🙂
I enjoyed putting together my Pinterest board for the Revenge Masquerade, particularly searching for visual inspiration for Zane both the man and the wolf.
Zane met Lukas nearly a thousand years ago when the dragon saved him from demons who slayed his family…
‘The angry cries of desperation from his allies, the wolf- shifters, alerted him. He swooped and scorched the demons with his fiery breath. Too late. All the wolf-shifters lay dead, except for Zane. He still fought, covered in blood and gore, with tears of hate and grief on his face. He didn’t notice Lukas at first, fighting for his life with increased desperation as he watched his family die around him. The attack was so quick; the wolves couldn’t shift in time. Zane killed the last demon as Lukas landed.’
Fire met Ice when Jasmine saw Zane
‘A flash of silver hair caught her attention as Jasmine carried a tray of clean glasses out of the conservatory. Zane, she ignored the unexpected hypnotic pull. She wouldn’t turn round for another man in pursuit of her power. “Hi, shall I walk you into dinner?” Zane’s deep voice forced her acknowledgement of him, so Jasmine smiled. “Thanks, but,” she indicated her outfit, glad of her watertight excuse, “as you can see I’m the hired help. I’ll be serving at the table rather than sitting at it.” ‘
‘Zane ushered her into the alcove, dominated by a beautiful lemon tree. Her stiff shoulders betrayed her annoyance, but her body relaxed as his warmth enveloped her. A small victory since Jasmine let his alpha behavior pass without comment. “You need to stay away from Xavier. He knows who you are. He wants your power.” Jasmine’s gaze clouded. “I don’t understand. What do you mean, who I am?” He didn’t have time for games. “He knows you’re a witch!” ‘
Zane is a heartbreaker…
‘He smiled at the thought of the fiery haired witch saving herself for him. Strong willed, powerful and a future guardian witch, she didn’t need a man to complete her life. Fortunately he was more than a man.”I have to go Jasmine.” “You’re leaving now?” Shock and disbelief filled her emerald gaze hastily masked. “Oh, I see. You meant to say goodbye and leave before and instead we… This was a mistake then.” She looked away but not quickly enough for him to miss the sheen of tears which marred her sparkling green eyed gaze.’
And a Fighter…
‘Zane launched himself at Xavier and pinned him against the jagged rock. He threw his head back and plunged in for the kill.’