Dragon Desire - Free for a limited time only

by Ashley Lister

  

Anyone who has seen my FaceBook or Twitter posts over the past few weeks will surely be aware that I've been promoting the Lisette Ashton title: Dragon Desire. 

Dragon Desire: The Quest for Satisfaction was released on November 22, 2012 and is currently being made available as a free download from Amazon by the publisher, HarperCollins.

In short, the story follows a seer, a charlatan and a mage  on their quest to secure the ultimate aphrodisiac and not even a dragon is going to come between them and their goal.

The book is available here in the UK  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dragon-Desire-ebook/dp/B00ALKTUWS/ref=pd_rhf_dp_p_t_2_43EJ and here in the US http://www.amazon.com/Dragon-Desire-ebook/dp/B00ALKTUWS/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357489293&sr=1-3&keywords=Dragon+Desire.

These are the opening lines: 

  

“Dragon horn!” declared Robert of Moon Valley. He said the words the way a court conjurer might whisper voila before triumphantly unveiling the effects of his stage magicks. There was a broad grin across his handsome features. He brushed the fringe of sandy hair from his brow. His leer of devilish anticipation sparkled.

            “Dragon horn?”

Tavia and Caitrin asked the question in unison.

Tavia and Caitrin were twin daughters to Duncan, castellan of Blackheath. The young women were famed throughout the Ridings for their complementary beauty. Although their faces were identical, Tavia’s tresses were as fair as a unicorn’s pelt, whilst Caitrin’s locks were as dark as raven wings. Both women were of age, chaste and desired by every able man in the North Ridings.

Tavia took a wary step back toward the chamber door.

Caitrin made an eager step toward the crystal carafe. It stood surrounded by three silver goblets on a ceremonial tray beside the four-poster bed.

“Dragon horn?” Caitrin marvelled. “Are you serious? Where did you find it?”

“Are you tempted?” Robert asked. Casually, he toyed with the pendant that hung from a leather strap around his neck. It was a length of pitted iron, black age spots pock-marking the dull metal, the head fashioned to look like a demonic skull. The pendant was reminiscent of the sort of old and archaic key that might open a dungeon doorway.

“Dragon horn has been forbidden by the castellan,” Tavia whispered. “There shouldn’t be a drop of that stuff in the North Ridings. There certainly shouldn’t be any in Blackheath.”

“Is it true what it can do?” Caitrin’s eyes sparkled as she switched her gaze from Robert to the carafe. She was ignoring her sister, mesmerised by the temptation on offer. “Is everything I’ve heard about dragon horn true?”

“What have you heard?”

As he spoke he lifted the crystal carafe and splashed a gill of the golden liquid into each of the three waiting goblets. He didn’t need Caitrin to reiterate the legends that were associated with dragon horn. He knew all of them and had made up many more. Dragon horn was a legend amongst legends. Nevertheless, he longed to listen to her whisper all the salacious rumours about the reputed benefits of the drink. There were few things more arousing than the voice of a chaste woman talking about illicit sex.

“I’ve heard that the sight can melt the clothes from a maiden’s bosom,” Caitrin breathed. “I’ve heard the smell can wring woman’s oil from her petticoats. I’ve heard the taste can fire a princess with such a wanton lust she’d happily rut with slaves and stable lads.”

“Caitrin!” Tavia gasped. “Where have you heard such things?”

Caitrin wasn’t listening to her sister. She had taken a step closer to the goblet. Her nostrils flared as she drank deep lungfuls of air with the obvious hope of inhaling the drink’s forbidden aroma.

“I’ve heard that dragon horn can spark a fire within a woman’s nether regions,” she began. She swallowed, shook her head and began again. “I’ve heard that dragon horn can spark a fire within a woman’s nether regions that is so strong it could melt iron. I’ve heard it can spark a fire so constant it makes her thighs sweat rivers.”

“I’ve also heard that,” Robert admitted. He smiled knowingly and said, “I’ve seen that.”

She gave him a sideways glance. Her eyes had grown wide and the forget-me-not blue irises shone dully. “I’ve heard that a taste of dragon horn can harden a healthy man’s hardness and lengthen his longing.”

Robert laughed. He used the heel of one hand to rub at his hip. “I have also experienced that,” he agreed. “And it is a truly formidable sight.”

Caitrin stepped closer. Her fingers stretched out toward one of the three goblets. “I’ve heard that it heightens the pleasure of the flesh to a degree that makes every other pleasure seem as false and as flat as week-old beggar bread.”

“And I’ve heard that none of this is true,” Tavia sniffed.

Robert and Caitrin studied her in silence.

Caitrin’s fingers fell away from the goblet she had been about to take.

“I’ve heard that these rumours are nothing more than the lies of rogues and fairy-wing traders,” Tavia said tartly. “I’ve heard that the effects of dragon horn are only the self-fulfilling prophecies of idiots and the wilfully deluded.”

Caitrin looked set to respond but Robert silenced her by raising his hand.

Instead of arguing with Tavia he nodded agreement. “If that’s the case, would you care to take a sip?”

She stepped boldly up to him and snatched a goblet from the ceremonial tray.

Caitrin gasped.

“I’ll take more than a sip,” Tavia said. She swallowed the contents in one mouthful. Hurling the goblet to a corner of the room she said, “And I’ll now go and report to my father, the castellan, that you were trying to seduce his daughters with an outlawed drink.”

Robert of Moon Valley said nothing.

Caitrin reached out to grab her sister’s arm but Tavia was too quick for her. She was storming toward the doorway of the tower room with a determined stride.

“Tavia,” her sister called. “Please don’t be so hasty. Please wait.”

“The castellan is not known for his leniency toward lawbreakers,” Tavia said over her shoulder. “Branding? Imprisonment? Banishment? Hanging? Which do you think he will suggest for a man who tries to tempt his chaste daughters with the dubious promise of outlawed dragon horn?”

“Tavia,” Caitrin pleaded. “Don’t tell father. Please. For our sake. For the sake of the fiefdom and the riding. This could ruin our reputations. It could ruin everything.”

Tavia stopped.

She stopped as though the will to leave the room had suddenly been snatched from her body. She turned slowly to study Robert and Caitrin. There was an expression on her face that Caitrin had never seen before. Tavia studied Robert with a gaze that lingered between loathing and lust.

His wry smile broadened into something made smug with secret knowledge.

“Did you enjoy your drink?”

She rushed at him.

Pushing him backward toward the padding of the cushions on the four-poster, Tavia devoured Robert’s face with kisses that looked as carnal and avaricious as anything that could be witnessed in the North Riding’s bedrooms, brothels, or barnyards. She looked as though she was trying to drink the scent of sandalwood from his pores.

She tore at his clothes. 

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