Friday, August 28, 2015
Top 10 Objects Dragons Like to Hoard- Guest Blog and Giveaway Chalvaren Rising by Paula Millhouse
Top 10 Objects Dragons Like to Hoard
10. Beanie Babies – because some day they will be worth a lot of money, you know. Dragons love beanie babies and use them to soften the floors of their caves when they sleep.
9. Playing Cards – dragons tend to get bored while waiting on their riders and like to keep themselves busy. They play poker, because dragons love the idea of gaining more treasure even at the risk of taking it from their fellow dragons.
8. Silver – good for fending off werewolves and vampires.
7. Princesses – it’s true, and this field of hoarding tends to draw in knights, another favorite object dragons like to hoard.
6. Chickens – tasty snacks, most dragons prefer their chickens roasted rather than fried.
5. Knights – the more knights a dragon hoards the more famous he becomes. And, he who has the most knights wins.
4. Water sources – good places for hunting and swimming, and water holes usually bring in other objects they love to hoard: see #7 and #5. Also great to catch female dragons skinny-dipping.
3. Books – it’s a well know fact that dragons love books, are literate, and enjoy listening to their princesses reading to them, if they can keep from setting fire to the pages.
2. Gold – good for trading, of course, but even better when it lures in unsuspecting treasure hunters, Knights and Princesses. Also good for Gansta’ Dress when hanging with the other dragons and trying to pick up females.
1. Jewels – dragons fancy rare gemstones, and love sparkly bling! It’s a little known fact dragons fancy wearing tiaras when no one is looking.
A Kingdom of Chalvaren Romance
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing
THE DRAGONSTONE HAS RETURNED
With the love of Kort, Chalvaren’s warrior-prince heir, Mia Ansgar will seize her birthright and become the great dragon-riding wizardess prophesied to free that elven kingdom from her embittered sorceress kin.
TO ASCEND TRIUMPHANT
Twenty-five years ago, Theo Ansgar abandoned the Kingdom of Chalvaren for a hiding place on another world. Some called him traitor. Some, thief. Now his fully grown daughter Mia must return to the land of her birth...and their war.
It was the elf prince Kort Elias who brought her back. Theirs was an instant connection, an inescapable union of body, soul and sorcery, reminding Mia of what she truly is, and what she must become. There is also Magnus, destined to be more potent than any wyrm Chalvaren has ever seen, a three-day-old dragonlet Mia must nurture and then ride. And then there is the Dragonstone, an artifact of power nonpareil. Joined, they can tip the scales of battle against the wraith-possessed forces of darkness, of Mia’s own embittered kin. Redemption will be offered, the protected will become the protector, and an ancient prophecy will come to fruition, but only righteous love can conquer all.
“You said we could unite our auras and free the Dragonstone from my father’s protections…?”
Kort’s smile broadened. “That amethyst is the largest chunk of dragon ore ever known to the elves of Chalvaren. The legend around it, if you go in for that sort of thing, is that dragons themselves tore it from the Drahkos Mountains.”
It was luminescent, the most beautiful jewel Mia had ever seen. She blinked, her mother’s words pouring through her mind. Your One True Love… If she was willing to risk being forever alone.
Kort whispered close in her ear, “It’s a conduit for energy of all kinds, Mia. Plus it has a special attunement to…” He eyed her meaningfully. “The physical.”
She gulped. “So…? How, exactly…? I mean…” She searched Kort’s eyes and smoothed her other hand down the skirt of her purple dress to dry her palm. “What are you proposing we do to liberate the thing?”
Kort pulled her into a kiss.
Mia let him.
Their magic auras mingled, and she nearly lost her breath. She trembled in his arms and arched her chest into his. Kort held her tight, his hands drifting down her back. She let the warmth of his body flush through her, and the spark of desire she’d felt earlier when they melded their auras to cast the spell over Magnus burst into full flame. His touch destroyed her with need, and she pressed closer, mindless, reveling in the first kiss she’d ever experienced.
He plundered her mouth with his tongue, and Mia reveled in his mastery. When Kort broke away, she arched her neck so he could kiss her neck and he trailed hot moist kisses up to the crest of one pointed ear.
“Let me love you, Mia. You don’t belong here. You belong with me. Let’s use the power of our auras at the height of ecstasy to release the Dragonstone and go home.”
At the height of ecstasy? Was he saying they would make love?
Whatever this magic was—whatever its intent and whatever its danger—Mia wanted more. All of this had been foretold by her parents. Magnus had led Kort to find her.
She was ready to see where he led.
About the Author:
Paula Millhouse grew up in Savannah, Georgia where Spanish moss whispers tales in breezes from the Atlantic Ocean, and the Intracoastal Waterway. As a child, Paula soaked in the sunshine and heritage of cobblestones, pirate lore, and stories steeped in savory mysteries of the south.
Paula lives with her husband at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains with their pack and pride of furry babies. In the southern tradition of storytellers, she loves sharing the lives of her characters with readers, and following her muse on the quest for happily-ever-afters in thrilling romantic fiction.