Friday, March 22, 2013

Book 3 is here!!! Eva Weston's dragons are ready to please you!

Greetings!

I know I said I would have book 3, THE DRAGON'S DALLY of the HEART OF THE DRAGON series out in April--I LIED!  Edits are in, covers are done, and I was just too excited to hold off another week!

Amazon has the book live.  B&N and Smashwords should have it in a few days.

For Kindle readers, you can purchase the book here.


Princess Tania has been a busy girl--burning down her father's dungeon, rescuing tortured prisoners, and trying her hardest to avoid the tempting dragons.  And still her day is not done.  Aristo has been moved to the Arena where hundreds of dragons have been slain.  Patryck has stalked his way close to Tania and she is quickly losing control.  The dragon has a way with melting the panties off his willing victims...

Excerpt:


“Give me your hand and I’ll help you out of here,” Patryck said, extending his hand.  He allowed it to linger in the air until a few moments passed, “Give me your hand,” he repeated.
“No, I am fine.”
He pursed his lips.  Why wouldn’t she let go of Thomas?  What hold did he put on her?  Had he bewitched her in some way?  Had they already bonded?  Thomas worked fast, apparently.  Patryck snarled, “What have you done, Thomas?”
He heard Thomas step back, “Nothing.  You need to calm down, Patryck.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Patryck stood tall and growled again, “I am warning you, if you marked her…”
“I did no such thing!”
“Then give me Tania!” he yelled.
A guard rushing past with a bucket of water quickly stopped and stared at the commotion.  All he could see was a filthy man arguing with a bush.  He raced toward the man, “Peasant!  Grab a bucket and help!”
Patryck backhanded the guard who twirled a few times then fell hard to the ground.
“Stop, Patryck!” Tania finally spoke and gently petted Patryck’s arm, “What is wrong with you?  We need to escape!  You’re drawing attention…”
Patryck eyed her up and down while his jaw hit the ground.  The Princess was naked.  Immediately, his anger morphed into lust.  He closed the gap between them and pulled her close, smashing her into his chest.  His lips found her ear, his nose inhaled her perfect womanly perfume, while his hands kneaded her back.  His groin…

I can't wait to hear your thoughts on the third installment of the HEART OF THE DRAGON series!  I'm currently working on book 4 and next Wednesday, I'll have an excerpt ready for you!  Book 4 deals with Dragon Slayers, werewolves, dragon lust, and of course, Aristo's agony at Tania's betrayal. Yes, I said "betrayal".  Read book 3 to find out what she does to cause his distrust.

Eva


Monday, March 18, 2013

Eva Weston's dragons wish to play a game with you! Join in and grab some swag!

Greetings all!

I am nearly finished with the first few drafts of book 3 in the HEART OF THE DRAGON series, THE DRAGON'S DALLY.  Yes, first FEW drafts.  I write different stories with the same goal and then combine or completely discard what I don't like.  It's a complicated system but it is my system :-D  Each author writes in a different way...

Anyway, I have just finished an erotic love scene between two characters--I will not say their names only that Tania is involved and someone you would not expect.  So, let's play a game, shall we?  I will give an excerpt, just a tid bit, and you fill in the names of who you think is performing the action.   If you can correctly guess the names of the characters and send your answers to authorevaweston @ yahoo.com before April 1, 2013, then you will receive a FREE copy of THE DRAGON'S DALLY.

Ready?

EXCERPT:


The Dragon Mother magic no longer tickled and gnawed at her insides, instead it built and waited for the perfect time to explode in a mind-numbing rage of emotion and fury.  Like a knot it twisted and weaved through her blood the more (#1 insert name here) sucked and bit. 

His muscles coiled on top of her as he slammed into her wet, trembling core and she cried aloud.

“Again!” she screamed.  She yearned to explode, to fully release every ache, every craving that had caged her.  And the more she moaned, the more (#2 insert name here) tore into her.  She was in a fog of pure rapture and not even the brightly glowing embers outside her dream could sway her from her happiness.

“Come with me, Princess,” (#3 insert name here) growled, biting her nipple and mercilessly pounding inside her.  He was a wild animal, more beast than man, as his thrusts went in hard and deep, “Come, Princess.”

She would. 

But the voice speaking “Princess” did not belong to (insert name here). 

Tania opened her eyes and through the haze of the now-abandoned dream, she woke to see (#4 insert name here) rocking steadily on top of her.

“Stop!” she barely whispered, her throat choked with carnality, “Stop,” she managed this time a little bit more loudly.

“Never,” (#5 insert name here) responded.

“Now!” she screamed, “Get off of me!”

But (#6 insert name here) did not obey.  He continued to plow inside, pin her down, and suckle every inch of her chest.  Tania whimpered with his touch because it felt so good but even as she quaked with pleasure, she trembled in fear.  

I hope to hear from you soon!  Remember,  send your answers to authorevaweston @ yahoo.com before April 1st, 2013!  Thanks for playing!

Monday, March 11, 2013

Meet the new dragons from Eva Weston's HEART OF THE DRAGON series!

In THE DRAGON'S DEN, I left our heroine, Princess Tania, in a precarious situation--she's been locked in the dungeon with the Water Dragon, Patryck.  Patryck has been known to be a sexual deviant and Tania can't stand him one bit.
But as we all know, people can change.  So can dragons.  Some of them turn out to be heroes.  Patryck may not have started out on the right foot, but by the end of THE DRAGON'S DALLY, you will love him like I do! :-D


THE DRAGON'S DALLY, BOOK 3
coming April 2013


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?

Before you jump to conclusions, gentle reader, allow me to introduce the two new dragons fighting for Tania's affection:

Patryck can be found in THE DRAGON'S DEN, BOOK 2 of the HEART OF THE DRAGON series, but he was not the hero for Tania.  Instead, he was reckless and passionate--a real dirty boy.  Patryck manages some control in THE DRAGON'S DALLY, but not much.  He will do whatever it takes to hear Tania scream his name!


Thomas is the newest addition to the books but not to the Den of Dragons.  As the Night Dragon, Thomas can become invisible.  He is lithe, sneaky, but above all, he is devout in his belief in the Dragon Mother.  He will do whatever she commands.  His hope is that she will demand his lips upon hers and in that he finds happiness.



I'm currently 30% done with THE DRAGON'S DALLY but I do have an excerpt.  Enjoy!

Excerpt:

This is your plan?” Patryck asked incredulously.  He crossed his arms and shook his head, “This will never work.  You do realize that?”

Tania pursed her lips as her smile vanished from her face.  It may not be the best idea but what else could she do?  Patryck could not shift into a dragon and carry them all out.  This was really their only option.

Patryck paced for several more moments before he shrugged his shoulders, “Very well, Princess.  Let’s cart them out of here.”

Tania grabbed the wheelbarrow with both hands but was quickly pushed aside as Patryck took the handles from her.  She nodded appreciatively and hurried over to a prisoner.  The woman was beyond bedraggled.  Large clumps of hair had fallen out and her face was a swollen mess of purple and black.  Tania squeamishly grabbed the woman under her elbows and helped her to her feet.  The woman could barely respond as she collapsed to the stone floor.

“Patryck?” Tania pleaded, “I could use your help.”

He moaned.  Helping humans was not his forte, “I am going to say this one more time,” he paused and peered into Tania’s dark, beautiful eyes that had bewitched him several times before, “We are going to get caught.  They will slow us down.”

“Patryck,” Tania said touching his forearm, “Please do this for me.”

Her eyes begged him to acquiesce and he had no choice.  She could command him like no other.  If only she knew that.  Or perhaps, she did know and she was using her power to her advantage. 

Patryck shook his head, “If I do this, you will owe me a favor.”

Tania nodded, “Very well.  I owe you.”

Patryck eyed her slowly from her feet to the top of her chest.  Tania nearly shivered under his hard stare.  He approved even though she was covered in filth and wearing very baggy clothes.  He could still remember her naked, bathing in his waterfall.  He remembered coursing over her, allowing his liquid fingers to snake around her hips…her core.  His muscles tightened.  Now was not the time to be aroused by the Dragon Mother.

Patryck sighed and lifted the wretched prisoner into the barrow.  The woman was frail and very thin.  Her skin was stretched over her bones but there was no meat, muscle, or fat to be found anywhere on her.  And she had been…hurt.  Intimately hurt.  Patryck nearly gagged.  No woman should ever be treated so horribly.  He may have tried to force himself on Tania, but he would never have hurt her.
He stroked his thumb across the woman’s face and took pity on her.  The King had been torturing more than just dragons.  The man was a monster.  Patryck would protect this poor creature.  She needed a hero.  She needed a dragon.

With new resolve, Patryck spoke, “Never again.”  The woman opened her eyes slightly as Patryck continued to speak, “You will never be hurt again.  I promise you, I will protect you.”  He brushed a string of tangled, matted hair out of her face.  He grimaced as he gazed upon her battered cheeks and broken nose, “Never again.”