title: The Dragon's Dally
author: Weston, Eva
description: Tania has just burned down her father's dungeon and now she's on the run with two wild dragons who could care less for rules.  Patryck, the Water Dragon, and Thomas, the Night Dragon, go head to head in a bid for Tania's love.  As the Dragon Mother, Tania must choose who to mate with.  Although her lover remains Aristo, the Moon Dragon, she can't help but wonder what the other dragons could do for her.  Will she betray Aristo and find passion in the arms of the new dragons or will she restrain herself and stay faithful to Aristo?
  King Polas has brought in the Dragon Slayers from the North and he fully intends to slay Aristo in the nightmarish Arena.  He will stop at nothing to see the dragons wiped from the face of the earth.
  THE HEART OF THE DRAGON short story series showcases the War of the Ages from the epic saga, THE DRAGON LORDS. This is truly the beginning of the rise and fall of Dragons. Learn how the Dragonkin came to be and what led to THE DRAGON LORDS.
  Before reading THE DRAGON'S DALLY, please read the series in order:
  THE DRAGON'S DESIRE, Book 1
  THE DRAGON'S DEN, Book 2
  Excerpt:
  Tania’s insides squirmed like a thousand butterflies fluttering in a net.  He could have whatever he wanted.  She belonged to the dragon.  He was her Master in all things.  She would serve him willingly.
  Stars twinkled overhead as the distant roar of the fire lingered in her ears, “Come closer,” she whispered.  He did not speak, Aristo merely nodded his head.  His dark hair was shaggier than she remembered it but details were lost on her.  Tania nearly squealed as Aristo’s large, rough hand slid up her calf.  He reached for her tender folds.
  His touch was caring and soft, barely there.  It was like the first few pebbles before the avalanche.  He would cause her world to crumble into nothing but ecstasy.  She waited with bated breath as the hand continued to wound its way closer to the very being of her womanhood.
  He tickled her pearl, gently brushing his index finger back and forth.  She let out a harsh moan as she reached for his head.  She wanted to slam his face into her—instead, she pulled at his black tresses and shifted her core toward him.
  With a shake of his head, he pulled back.  Tania reached out for him.  She did not wish him to leave, “Stay,” she begged, “Please stay.”