Book Title: Dragon’s Folly
Author and Publisher: Joy Lynn Fielding
Cover Artist: Miblart
Release Date: October 9, 2024
Pairing: MM
Tense/POV: Alternating first person pov.
Genres: Paranormal romance (shifters)
Tropes: Grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity, possessive MC, size difference
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 80 000 words
It is a standalone story in a series.
It contains mild spoilers for the first book in the Wings over Albion series.
it does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Falling for him would be pure folly. I know that.
Now all I have to do is convince my heart…
Blurb
Allowing a strange dragon into my home was not my idea.
The Assembly assured me it was necessary, though. And that’s how I ended up with him.
Ollie Shaw is clumsy. Unfairly hot. He stumbles through my life leaving a trail of chaos and sunny charm in his wake.
And I hoard every moment with him like he’s my greatest treasure.
But with an entire dragon territory to rule, bills to pay, and treachery brewing in my family, I can’t afford to be distracted by Ollie’s copper-gilded beauty and boundless enthusiasm.
I especially can’t give in to my dragon’s primal urge to claim him.
Because loving him could cost me everything I’ve fought so hard to protect. And that would eventually come back to bite us both—with dragon’s teeth…
Dragon’s Folly, Book 3 in the Wings over Albion series, is a sweet and spicy, grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity paranormal m/m romance.
Thank God Archer Talbot hadn’t been wearing that coat the first time I saw him. I’d have orgasmed on the spot if he had. It wasn’t only the way it swung behind him as he strode but how closely it was moulded to the breadth of his shoulders. How the hell was I supposed to sit beside him in the car without whimpering?
He led the way to a big estate car. I’d assumed he, like Mr Shaw, would drive a high-end car with leather heated seats, and all sorts of tech at the driver’s fingertips. This car was unmistakably pragmatic and elderly, and when I climbed in, there was a faint but enduring scent of metal.
There was also another scent. I breathed deeply, drinking in the sort of warmth a body has when the person’s just woken up and underneath that something more—Archer smelled so good. My dick appeared to have forgotten it was an unearthly time in the morning and was waking up to greet the day. Shit.
Time to stop sniffing and start talking and hope that would get rid of my growing problem. “Thanks for this,” I said. “I haven’t got my full licence yet, and Jack didn’t want to come because he has to be by his phone in case Lisa needs him—she’s pregnant—and there’s no way I could ask Mr or Mrs Shaw.”
He’d manoeuvred the car easily out of a space that looked too small for even a mini to fit into, and he spared me a quick glance as he put it in gear. “How are you related to them?”
“I think they’re my third cousins?” I was hazy about how cousin categorisation worked after first cousins. “I’m simply along for the ride because Jack’s wife couldn’t come.” As soon as I’d blurted it out, I swore to myself. Maybe he’d be more interested in me if he thought I had status in my family. “Jack’s next in line to be head of the family and my best friend.” Great, that made me sound about five years old. Shit.
He didn’t say anything further, but I noticed he put the heater on. It was just beginning to warm the air when he pulled off the road into an empty car park and I looked around in surprise. “We’re here already?”
“Be back here by seven,” he said, opening his door.
It was only after I’d climbed out that I realised. “I won’t have my phone, so how will I—”
“Sunrise is at six thirty-four.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks.” And it wasn’t fair. The impatience in his voice, the competence he had to know that, all of it had me in a helpless puddle on the floor. Not helped as I watched him stride across the tarmac, coat billowing sexily behind him.
Following at a distance, I was easily able to see him in the moonlight on this almost cloudless night. I had to follow him because I had no idea where I was going. I didn’t intend to get too close—this might not be his territory, but dragons liked their personal space.
Having trailed him into a field, I began to feel awkward about the fact I was still following him.
“I’m not stalking you, honest. I just don’t know where I’m going,” I called.
He swung round, his expression discouraging. “The stones are all around us.”
“Is it safe to shift just anywhere?”
His breath in was very controlled, as if he were fighting back temper, then he jerked his head. “I’ll show you where I usually leave my things. They’ve never yet been disturbed.”
“Thanks.” I scrambled after him, only realising as I felt a squelch underfoot that this field had once upon a time contained cows. Well, great. I’d need to clean my shoe before I got back in Archer’s car.
The moon disappeared behind a rare cloud as we reached where Archer had been heading for, a huge tree with spreading branches. The night was pitch black under its canopy, and he swiped his phone to flashlight so he could see to place his clothes in a neat pile as he swiftly stripped.
Every single part of me was longing to watch him take his clothes off and drink in the amazing body that he so obviously had, but this was the head of a family, and I was alone in a dark field with him in the middle of the night. If I upset him, I would have more to worry about than just losing my lift home.
Joy Lynn Fielding lives in a small English market town, where she indulges her passions for vintage aircraft, horse riding and gardening (though not all at the same time).
She tends to talk a lot about the fascinating facts she discovers during her research for books. Thankfully, she has a very patient Labrador who has a gift for looking interested in what she’s saying while he waits for the food to arrive.
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