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Simeon: Dragon's Savior Release Day & Giveaway
November 13, 2018 November 23, 2018 Kathi Barton
The dragon king, Anthony, entrusted Brynhilde with a quest. He had foreseen his demise and needed a reason for Bryn to find his and Jacob's sons. A glimpse in the future had shown him that Bryn would be mated to his son Akassa, and Jacob's son, Simeon, so he entrusted her with an ancient book. Her mission was to seek out the new dragon king when the old castle was nearly complete.
Bryn was a protector of dragons and a fierce faerie warrior. She had one weakness. If she was claimed, she had to follow the orders of whoever claimed her—even if it went against what she knew to be right and just. Over the centuries, she had been owned by many warriors and kings. But as time passed, few knew of these ancient laws and Bryn had managed to reman unclaimed—until now. Bryn had been ordered to kill the dragons.
The Dragon Slayers had all but given up on their quest to slay the dragons and the new dragon king, but when Hudson sought them out, he breathed new life into the ancient organization. Their thirst to spill blood was great.
Asher knew what Bryn had been ordered to do, and that she was mated to his brother Simeon and Akassa. The question was if Bryn could follow her heart and ignore her sworn duty. Would they all perish by the sword of this powerful faerie? Find out in the final episode of The Dragon Savior Series—Simeon.
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Two Men Joined By Fate…
Asher and Kiaran were joined at birth by the dying decree of the Dragon King―literally. Asher had his own bit of magic as a 3,000 year old immortal, and Kiaran was his dragon shifter. Out in society Kiaran was a part of Asher―absorbed into Asher's body―only being able to separate in dragon form. At their birth home, the two men could exist apart from each other as men. They protected each other, and would until their dying breath if it ever came to that. They shared everything…that is until Essie came along….
Essie was doing her best to hide from a mother that didn't even recognize her own daughter. The witch had poisoned her with a scratch and if Essie wasn't healed soon she'd die…. Sick or not she didn't want anything to do with that handsome, overbearing barbarian, Asher, nor that rude dragon that protected him. She was doing just fine on her own.
But Asher had other things on his mind and after a while brings Essie around to his way of thinking and makes her his wife, but Kiaran brought up a valid point―Essie was his mate too….
Could Essie find it in her heart to love both men equally? To share the bed of both―together?
Asher's five brothers and their dragons watched the scenario unfold with bated breaths. The subject had never been broached, and all their futures hung on the outcome…
Lindsey Decker is hiding in the woods when the dragon shifter, Casdon, finds her on their property. She's tired, hungry, in a lot of pain, and absolutely determined not to ask for any help. She just needs to stay hidden before that idiot Cox finds her and probably kills her this time. The cave she found will provide some protection if she doesn't freeze to death first.
Jedidiah Benson and his dragon shifter Zak are at odds. When Casdon tells the family of the injured woman hiding in the caves, Zak knows immediately upon finding her that the girl is his and Jedidiah's mate, but Jedidiah refuses to even look at the girl proclaiming he wouldn't know what to do with a mate. Zak has no reservations and knows if they don't do something fast she'll die.
Lindsey wakes between two gorgeous men and isn't sure if she's dreaming or still in a fevered state. The things she wants to do with these men, both of them, should feel wrong, but instead feels it's her destiny.
Lindsey is destined for more than two mates. Lindsey is a beacon for the lost dragons. It's time for their return, but it's still dangerous for them to do so. They're being hunted, and no one is safe…
Ariannona has but one simple task to complete and the long journey she began 3000 years ago will be ended. Her reward? She was promised that she would see the king and queen again.
Elam's not sure what to think about the beautiful woman coming back to the house with his counterpart Casdon. She has a message for Casdon alone, and the message itself makes no sense to Casdon. One thing is clear though, she is Elam and Casdon's mate.
Ariannona expects to die once her message is delivered, and isn't happy to learn that the former king and queen tricked her to get her there.
A dragon hunter is still loose on nearby lands and none of the dragons are safe, especially Casdon. He's taking shots at anything he sees moving.
Lelani Wayne trusted no one but her familiar, Roger. And even he, at times, got on her last nerve. She didn't like being around people. People made her nervous, and when a witch as powerful as she was got nervous, it could be disastrous for anyone in the vicinity.
A powerful witch, Erin Wayne, knew she was going to die, and reached out to the closest being she could find to take her powers and memories. She connected with Kiaran, Asher's dragon counterpart. The jolt of the transfer took all the Benson's to their knees.
The Benson's were on a mission to finish the reconstruction of the castle. Shane, and his dragon counterpart, Keion, were doing their share to make it happen. But when Shane saw his very pregnant sister-in-law, Essie, bringing lunch, and a stranger approaching her fast, he couldn't get to Essie fast enough. The baby was coming—now.
Lelani was looking for Kiaran to get her sister's memories and warn him that the Herald, a group of witch hunting zealots, might have traced the memories and be after Kiaran as well. What she didn't expect to find was Shane and Keion, two very big, handsome, virile men, invading her personal space claiming to be her mate. That made her nervous….
Gracie couldn't believe it, she'd been attacked by a griffin. The pain was so horrible that she'd have to get better to die. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe death would end the tremendous grief in her heart. At least in death she wouldn't have to listen to her sister Cora's constant harping.
Gideon and his dragon counterpart Ominia weren't sure how to handle Gracie. She was their mate and they were happy to have found her, but her intense grief over the loss of her family had them stumped on how to proceed.
The encounter with the griffin had more effect on Gracie than she knew. His magic now flowed within her. Gracie could now see and speak with the dead, and the former king, Anthony had a message for the new King of Dragons, Asher.
Now thrust in a world of dragons and magic, Gracie's head was spinning. And how was she to handle two very handsome and amorous mates? Things like that just didn't happen to her.
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Anthony rubbed his head. If this kept up, he was going to need a powder for his pain. He looked at Eve when she sighed heavily. They were getting nowhere fast in this conversation, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. Looking at the woman before him, he tried once more to get her to stand up and come closer. Sometimes being king made things unbearably difficult. "Brynhilde, I would wish to talk to you secretly. If you stay there, plastered to the floor for the entire time, I'm not going to be able to speak to you properly. Come. Let us speak." She didn't move, not even to look up at him. "Damn it, woman. I'm needing something from you." "You wish to claim me." He didn't want to. It hadn't been in their plans to do anything like that. To claim her, to make her his servant, would be wrong on so many levels.
"My lord, you know what I am and what I do. I cannot, without going against my laws, the ones that you put into place, speak to you where my head is higher than your own. I am but a warrior, not an equal to you or anyone." "Show yourself." Anthony looked at Eve when she spoke. It was unlike her to be so hard, her voice full of command. "Stand and show yourself, all of yourself, to us. Now, Brynhilde. That way we can judge your worth to us.
" The woman stood, and Anthony realized how young she looked. He knew her to be old and powerful, but the appearance of her youth startled him speechless. Not so his lovely mate. She was rarely speechless, not when it mattered the most. And this did, more than anything they'd done thus far. "You will show us your warrior. Then we'll talk about claiming. If need be we will, but for now, I wish to see what you have to offer." The woman raised her brow but said nothing. Brynhilde wasn't one to fuck with, he knew this. She was as powerful as she was hateful. He was glad that he'd not have to be mated to her.
"Where is this supposed warrior that we have heard so much about?" Her arms stretched above her head. He knew it was for show…or perhaps she had been taught to bring her magic that way and it had stuck with her. But he could see the magic gather around her and stepped back. This was going to be epic, and he was excited for it, but also, if he was honest with himself, a little frightened. Light danced along her body…sparkled, he supposed. Her hair, dark before, turned a bright red, fiery he thought. And as it lengthened, tangling with her body, wrapping her up, her armor began to show itself. Anthony knew now this was for them, a show of power and force. As her armor strengthened and wrapped around her, wings appeared behind her, as brilliant a green as her eyes, of which nothing of her body showed but that. She would and could fight an army now, and come out on the other side as the victor. The woman oozed strength, confidence, and magic. He would only want to be on her side. To be on the other would mean that all was lost. Brynhilde was epic.
When her show of force was complete, she flittered above the floor before raising her sword and sticking it deep into the stone floor as she came down in her stance. He would never go by that spot without thinking of her, however little time he had left. Her chest plate was silver, a hue so bright that it was nearly blinding. There was no crest upon it, and there wouldn't be until she was claimed by another force. As she stood there, her wings spread wide and high, her hair, the massive amount that hadn't become her armor, ever flowing behind her head, Anthony was struck by her beauty. And the scar that went from her left eye to her chin did nothing to take away from that. He stepped forward enough to touch her, but stopped when she raised her sword.
"Do ye claim me as your own?" Anthony had a moment where he was slightly afraid, not of her personally, but of what she'd do to his son once she went to him. His son, and that of Jacob, would know a real kind of devotion should she fall in love with the boys. Or she would slaughter them. "Brynhilde, where is your family?" He saw the pain there, the flicker of it as it passed over her face. He wanted to tell his Eve to stop, but before he could, she spoke again. "You have no one claiming you…you could have a family. Where are your parents? Sisters and brothers?" "Dead, my lady.
" Anthony felt compelled to hold her, to wrap her up in his arms so that the pain would be his as well. To lessen it for her. "They were killed when I was at war. My master then…my master did not care for me and my rules, so he had them all murdered. I have found all but one of them, the ones that killed my family, and when I find him, he'll suffer like no other for his orders to murder them. He committed a cowardly act by not being there himself, and now he will pay as well." "I am sorry." Brynhilde looked at him when he spoke softly. "I am truly sorry for all that you have lost.
It would hurt me beyond words to have lost all that I love." He would, and soon, if things were to go as they were foretold to them. As he moved to his seat beside Eve, he took her hand into his. It was well past time they asked of her the favor that would put her with their son and Jacob's. "There is a book that needs to go to the future king." The wings flittered again, not enough to lift her up this time, but they moved all the same. Anthony continued just as Tinsel, Brynhilde's brownie and companion, came into the room. "There will be a great war, one where you will be hidden away so that you will not have to pledge allegiance against this kingdom. I do this for you so that you can avenge your family when all is done. And it will be over someday, just not in our lifetime." "You are an immortal, same as me." She dropped her head, asking for forgiveness for pointing out what he already knew. Anthony walked to her then and lifted her face up to his. She was tall, and he could see the fear there in her eyes. "You cannot die, my lord king. I will fight with you."
"'Tis too late for that, I fear." She watched his face, seeing what no other, save his mate, could see there…the future, and what would happen to them. "I need for you to take him this book. His name is Asher, called that from the ash of this castle when it has fallen. Someday the castle will be repaired…the magic that we leave behind will help
him rebuild, to make things right again for all who would dwell here. The book and all that it represents will be in your hands." "And this son…what will he demand from me in return for this favor?" Anthony told her nothing, but that he was going to be as good a king, if not better than him. "I do not believe that, my lord. You are a good and kind man. Your wife too. How can this be?" "He is part of me. Of us. And his mate is as strong as he will be." Anthony had her attention now, and thought he had to do it now or it would be all for nothing.
"This thing I ask of you, it is the final key, the last stone that will be placed in the castle. If you do not wish to help me without me claiming you, then I will understand. I will be disappointed, child, but I will understand." Eve moved to stand behind the warrior. Her armor was as strong as his own scales, her blood as cold as his. But she could use more, would need more in the coming years, and he did not want her harmed in any way. While he touched her, Eve did the same from behind. The sharing of their magic only took a second or two, but the transformation to the warrior was profound. She stood there before him, and he knew that she was in a great deal of pain. But as he watched her, nothing moved on her; her eyes did not blink to show that she hurt.
"You have given me too much." He shook his head. Her voice was rough, like even that was in pain. "You have. I can feel it through my body, like blood rushing from an open wound. Why would you do such a thing to me?" "You will need it, this I promise you. Once you have given the book to Asher, when the castle he rebuilds is nearly complete, you will never have to be claimed again by a man that wishes only for your sword." She nodded and then staggered slightly. "Careful now. You are going to need to hibernate for a while at least." Touching her armor now, the chest plate that protected her heart, he put his mark upon it. Not that she'd see it, not yet, but it would be there for Simeon and his own child, her mates, to see.
To know that she came to them with his blessings. The other women, some of them already on their path, others not yet born, would come to the men that would be family to him. They'd make them stronger still, love them beyond words, and give them a part of their magic and love that would sustain them forever. But this one, this warrior of the fairies, had been the hardest one to convince. Her heart would be hardened by the time they came together, his children and her, and sadly, she would hurt more than the others when she came to them. Not with her sword, but it would cut just as deeply and painfully. Stepping back when she seemed to be able to stand on her own two feet, he watched her stretch again, this time trying out her newfound power. After she left them, the book in her hand—to rest, she told him— he sat in his chair and thought of this woman. "She will be furious in her fighting.
And so loving when that is called for too. Of all the women that will come to our yet born children, I think she will be the best of them all." Anthony nodded but said nothing yet to his queen. "You worry overly much.
What's done is done for them. There is nothing else we can do but to ready things here for them. We have done more than we should have, love, but they'll be safe now." "I so wish I could see them." Eve said that she did as well. "There will be children of them. Grandchildren of ours that we will not spoil or touch. It is the saddest thing next to losing you, I think. Not being able to see them grow and become men. Having their own young and playing with them." "Someday, we'll look down on them and smile. Our children will live. That is all we've ever wanted for them.
" He agreed; it was all they had thought of since seeing visions of their own deaths. "Anthony, what will become of her? You know, do you not?" "I do. I am saddened by the things she must do and will do to survive. But she will. And while she'll be stronger for it, it will harden her heart too." He looked at his one true love. "Let us talk of more pleasant things. Take a lunch to the lake and make love there. The babes will be safe for an hour or two." "Yes, I'd like that very much." He nodded, standing up. "You have talked to Tinsel? He will know what is going on and help her?" "I will when we return. He will do this, I know, but it will hurt them both that we need him to do this one more thing for us." Eve nodded as they made their way to the kitchen to get some food. "We have gained so much from this, but are losing so much more." "Yes, but the safety of our children and those of Sally and Jacob will be more than we could have hoped for during this time, don't you think?" He did and told her that. "I love you, my love. More than I could ever be able to tell you. You are my heart, my soul."
~~~ Tinsel came back just as she was burrowing into the ground. Bryn watched him fly around making things right for her before she told him to sit down and be quiet. He did so, but he pouted about it. She asked him where he'd gone. "I will be here until you have awakened. I wished to gather me some things up. They're in my pocket." He had a magical pocket. He could carry a man in it should it be necessary. Or her, which he had once before. "Do you wish for me to sing to you?" "No." Clearing her throat, fearful that he would sing anyway, she tried again. "I'm ready to rest now. And your singing might keep me awake. I think the king gave me a bit of something to pull me under faster." He nodded and looked around them. She wanted him to rest as well, but he would not. And he'd more than likely sing too, once she was asleep. Bryn felt sorry for the creatures around them, ones that could not get away from his noise. Tinsel could not sing.
Words he didn't know he made up, sometimes making the song he sang seem more silly than heartfelt. And he had no tone. Nor could he carry a tune. The man was as deaf to the music he sang as she wished she was when he did it. Closing her eyes, she smiled.
"My lady, when you wake, what is our plan then? Did you have an idea to stay here?" Yawning, she told him that she thought she'd be better off here than anywhere else. "Mayhap. But should you like to travel a bit, that would be good too. We could keep ahead of the men who would want you to fight for them." "You could be right. I'll speak of it with you when I rise." Yawning again, she adjusted the rocks that covered her, disturbing the small creatures that had bedded down before her. "Tinsel, you are my one and only friend…you know that, do you not? I have no need for others in my life, save you."
"I thank you for that, my lady. But you have no one else in your life because you have a sword at the ready when anyone gets close. Think of the friends we might have should you not be in competition all the time." She laughed, as did he. "We are good for each other, neither of us needing much. We have all that we can carry because I was gifted a pocket, and when we are fighting, we are stronger than the others and can live for another day." Living another day did not have as much appeal to her as it did him. When she'd had her family around, a place she could go and be loved, it had been her greatest joy. Now…well, now there wasn't much for her to be happy about. She did her job, and did it well, then rested until someone else found her. There would never be death for her.
Bryn could weaken to the point where she would need to hibernate, but not die. It was what made her so sought after. Wounds that she received in the line of duty—for one king or another—had been so horrendous that she would be down for several months…once a whole year. But death, as had claimed her family, her sisters, and brother, hadn't been her right. "Is the king aware of what you did to your last master?" Bryn told Tinsel that he more than likely knew. "Yes, you could be right on that. Your…. My lady, if you don't mind me saying so, you were very violent toward him and his men. Not that I blame you…I loved your family as well. But if he had seen only a bit of what I did in the end, he might not have you coming around to…. He might not have wanted your help."
"Nay. Like everyone, he only wants me for my sword, so I will do this. He thinks that I will not; it was there, in his head, that I'd not do this for him. So, I will, just because of that. But a book? How does he think it will be needed to rebuild a castle? I think he only jests me." Sleep was getting harder to fight, so she stopped. "Tinsel, when I wake, we'll go on a grand adventure, you and me. We'll go and see the world." "Yes, I should like that." His voice sounded so sad that she wanted to ask him what the matter was. But sleep took her, as profoundly as the magic had from the king and queen. When she woke, Bryn lay very still. She didn't know where she was, what time of the day it was, or what she'd find when she moved out of her hiding place. There were voices…she could hear them, but didn't understand what they were saying. It wasn't until Tinsel spoke that she calmed a little. "You have been asleep, my lady, for more than a few days." She asked him how long in the same whispered voice that he had used. "A decade. No more than that, I think."
"A decade? You are sure?" He said that he was, very much so. "I don't understand. How was I to rest for that long of time? I was not wounded." "I know not, my lady warrior, but I was beginning to worry some." He appeared in front of her, his voice still very low. "There are others above us. They fight even now. Should you rise up, there is a chance that one of them will claim you. I think you should not join them. Both of them will want you, and nothing will be solved as they fight for your sword." "I shall stay here then." He thought that was a good idea. "Tinsel, I have been here for a decade. Yet I feel as if I have only rested but a moment. What did the king do to me?" "As I have said, I know not. But I have some sad news, my lady. He is dead. As is his lady wife." Her heart broke for the couple. While she didn't understand them, she had liked them a little. "The castle is in ruin. The townspeople still fight over the lands left unattended. There is much fighting between neighbors, and even families. It is not a time that we should be in. After all this time, there is no one to rule, and I fear for all."
"The child of the king, has someone saved it?" He said that he hadn't heard of anyone that claimed the child, or any word if it had lived through the fire. "This might be all for naught, Tinsel. Their child might not have lived for me to give this book to. Whatever will happen to him should he be out there?" "He will come, this I know. The king said that he could see into the future, and he would have seen that his child lived." She nodded and asked about the ability to move out of her place. "Let me check for you. I am glad to have you awake now. I have seen so much. I have even worked on my singing for you. I know a great many tunes now to lull you to rest." When she was finally free from her sleeping place, she knew that she'd been not just hibernating, but she had been becoming more. She was stronger than ever. Her armor was thicker on her body, and she could hide it with just a thought. Changing her appearance had been easy for her before, but now she only had to think of something and it was changed. There wasn't even a drain on her magic to hold herself in another form.
Looking at Tinsel, she asked him what she needed to know. Anything that would keep them from being claimed right away. "Everything, my lady. The castle is indeed fallen. There was much fighting and deaths. I have seen so much while you lay in your slumber." She told him she was sorry. "No need for that. You have become more than before, haven't you? And I think that good, for not just you, but for all mankind, should they survive this. It is terrible. But you are well?" "Yes. The magic of the king and queen together has made me able to rest less, I think. Even my sword is stronger. I can feel my blood rushing over me, making me stronger still. But they are dead. I thought…well, I assumed that when they were killed my magic would go with them." He flew up to her shoulder and sat down. "We should leave this place, Tinsel. I do not want to be caught up in a battle that I know nothing about."
As they made their way through the woods and beyond, all she could think about was the child that had not lived. Just as she was moving toward a home of some worth, she saw the children in the yard and watched them for a bit. They were big boys, all three of them, and she wondered who they belonged to. Turning away to make her way to the next town over, she was seen by another of the boys, this one smaller than the others. He didn't speak to her, just stared. Realizing that he could only see what she wanted him to—a woman, not the warrior that she was—Bryn moved away from him and the house to find a safer place. But his face, the one that looked up at her with such innocence, made her heart twist up in pain. Her brother had such a look when he'd been alive. Paul had been her friend and her brother. She'd loved her sisters as well, but they were such little girls, all of them worried for their hair or some such thing. But Paul had been someone that she could talk to, come to when she needed a hug. One that didn't care if she mussed him up with mud or more. Bryn thought that she'd miss him the most. He was the best little boy she'd ever known. It took them four days to travel to the next village over. There was great strife all over, people wanting to come to the lands and take them over. No one could…there was magic all around the place. But she knew that someday, someone would come and break it down, and she wanted nothing to do with it but handing him the book. If he still lived. "My lady, how about here?"
They were far away from the ruined castle, yet could still see smoke curling from the smaller fires that had been homes of the villagers. Even after all this time, the fires that burnt there had not stopped burning. "I can get us some dinner and we can see about a home for us. Temporary, of course, but it will be nice to rest for a bit. And to have a roof over our heads. It will be better than the stone you laid upon, don't you think?" Bryn had forgotten that he'd been awake when she wasn't, watching over her so that no one would bother her. He could have awoken her, she knew this, but he hadn't so that she could be ready. Ready for what, she didn't know, but Bryn knew that something or someone would come soon. "This is fine." He nodded and set to work finding dinner. While he was gone she thought of a little house, just big enough for the two of them, and was surprised when it started to build for them. The ground moved, the trees felled themselves for the walls. Furniture was built for them, as well as a bed and a table. And when Tinsel returned, she told him what she'd done.
"The magic of the king and queen. It was said that they could work the elements when they needed. They must have passed some along to you. This is good. We'll be safe here for a while." He took the berries into the home and came out smiling. "You might have thought of your empty belly too. There is much in the way of foodstuffs. You have done well, my lady. And I, for one, will enjoy the fresh flowers that are set upon the table for me."
Bryn helped him with the house, moving things around to the way they wanted. She put magic around the place too, to keep others from finding them. She thought she could live here forever when they settled in the bed that night, but knew that she'd not be able to. Bryn needed to keep moving or else she would be captured. And as much as she wanted to use her new powers, her new sword too, she wasn't ready to shed any more blood just yet. There had been enough of it for years to come, she thought. The next morning, she was in the kitchen having some tea when her little friend came by to see her. He was commenting on the lovely home when she remembered something. Turning to him, she asked. "Tinsel, you have the book still.
He patted his pocket. "Good. We'll set up a plan, a pack to grab when we need to move, and we'll keep atop it too, so that we never lose it. Should we do that, I don't know what will happen to the world ahead. I think we should load your pocket too. With foodstuff that cannot spoil. A few wraps for bandages as well. Not too heavy for you, but enough to get us started if we have to go quickly." "I will hold it all, my lady. And keep it safe. This is a good plan. I shall work on some meat to dry, as well as some herbs for our sup should we run." He sounded so sure that she wanted to ask him why he was. Tinsel wasn't ever sure about anything. Even if rain was falling upon his head while he stood there, he would doubt his own mind. "Shall I make us a meal?" As before, she let it go. Bryn might well talk to him later about it, but for now her belly was growling at its emptiness, and she wanted to look around. With so much going on, there was a quiet that made her nervous. She did wonder, too, when the castle would be rebuilt. She wanted to get this over with for the king. They talked for a long while, him telling her what he'd seen, how he'd kept her safe. She was sure that some of it was less than what he said, but she didn't mind. Bryn doubted greatly that he'd slayed an army of men in her absence, as well as caught large fish with his bare hands. But she loved this little man, and he had kept her safe. She just hoped that she could keep him equally as safe in the coming years.
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