Never Deal with Dragons

Never Deal with Dragons

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by Lorenda Christensen
     
 

Consoling a sobbing dragon and serving pig buffets are just part of the job for Myrna Banks. Working for a mediation firm, it's her job to get humans compensated for damages caused by the dragons who now rule. But her "typical" day is interrupted by Trian Chobardan, an old flame who sneaked out of her bed two years ago, taking her heart and a handful of classified

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Consoling a sobbing dragon and serving pig buffets are just part of the job for Myrna Banks. Working for a mediation firm, it's her job to get humans compensated for damages caused by the dragons who now rule. But her "typical" day is interrupted by Trian Chobardan, an old flame who sneaked out of her bed two years ago, taking her heart and a handful of classified documents with him.

Myrna would love to show Trian the door, but he's been sent by North America's reigning dragon lord for help negotiating a truce with a powerful rival to avert war. Myrna agrees to help, even though she'll be stuck with Trian as a partner.

As the two work together, Myrna finds Trian to be surprisingly supportive—and still irresistibly attractive. Though her brain tells her not to forget his betrayal, her body feels differently. When they learn the enemy dragon lord is planning something no one could have imagined, Myrna has to learn who she can trust before she loses not only her heart, but her life.

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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
This series opener describes a fully imagined world of humans and their dragon overlords. Dragons have appeared on Earth as a byproduct of a genetic experiment starting a world war and reconfiguring society. Dragons rule the world, occupying the globe in an uneasy peace with humans. Myrna Banks works for DRACIM: Dragon Relations, Arbitration and Cooperative Interspecies Mediation and is one of the few humans who speaks dragon. The opening scene is priceless as we meet Myrna covered in dragon vomit, calming a pregnant dragon and a weeping farmer. Myrna’s former boyfriend Trian then reappears, adding to her troubles. Trian inexplicably misappropriated DRACIM property and almost got Myrna fired. Myrna then becomes enmeshed in international dragon mediation, and readers begin to discover Trian’s secret. Trian’s new boss, dragon Lord Relobu, needs help negotiating with the Chinese dragon Hian-Puo. Trian and Myrna travel to China and Budapest, reignite their passion, and almost die uncovering a plot and a traitor.

Verdict The many twists and turns of this intriguing story keep it exciting and set the stage for the series. [This title won for Christensen a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart award in 2012 for Best Paranormal Romance Manuscript.—Ed.]—Henry Bankhead, Los Gatos Lib., CA
(c) Copyright 2013. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781426895869
Publisher:
Carina Press
Publication date:
07/22/2013
Series:
Never Deal with Dragons
Sold by:
HARLEQUIN
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
98,629
File size:
0 MB

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It's amazing how often my day starts with a three-legged dragon and an enraged dairy farmer. I stood, clad in a set of knee-high muck boots and a brand new pencil skirt, and tried to restore some order to my first appointment of the day, an encounter involving a very hungry dragon and the dairy farmer whose cattle had been unfortunate enough to be within grabbing distance at meal time.

"It was j-j-just a l-little sn-sn-snack!! My doctor's appointment took way l-longer than it was supposed to and I was h-h-hungry!" The floor literally shook with the dragon's sobs. Isiwyth Armatoth, lovely purple dragon and niece of our nation's dragon lord, balanced atop a thick wooden beam that served as the room's sole dragon perch. Her birdlike claws contracted rhythmically with tension as she tried to explain herself through tear-induced hiccups. Mrs. Isiwyth Armatoth was a mess.

And so was my office. The cattle hadn't all hit the floor when Isiwyth lost her lunch. Instead, their mangled remains had landed dead center of my sturdy wooden desk, and were currently dripping a mixture of saliva, blood and stomach acid onto the small space heater I used to warm my toes while riffling through paperwork. The noxious fumes were probably permeating the entire building at this point.

My coworkers loved me.

While her hind legs made kindling out of my office furniture, her front legs waved wildly to punctuate her sobs. Well, her front leg. The other one was missing, thanks to the farmer's skill with game traps. I shifted slightly onto my toes so I'd be ready when I had to move fast. Isiwyth's claw had started to heal quite nicely, but I still had to dodge the spatters of blood she sent sailing with each gesture. And I had to do it discreetly. In a pencil skirt and muck boots.

I waited until the volume of her tears had dropped from deafening to loud, and then pulled out my most professional tone of voice. "Mrs. Armatoth, we understand. I can only imagine how much energy it takes to keep those two dragonlings healthy and growing. When did you say they were due again?" The doctor's appointment that had kept Isiwyth from her normal lunch was a checkup on the two tiny dragons stretching her already enormous stomach.

The purple dragon sniffled once more, but stopped crying. "Next month. I have the ultrasound photos if you'd like to see." Her gorgeous green eyes gazed into mine, judging the sincerity of my interest.

I smiled widely. "Absolutely." Anything to get Isiwyth's mind off her injured claw. The dragon giggled, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently even expectant mothers loved talking about their children, and Isiwyth was no exception.

As Isiwyth dug around for the prints in a large satchel strapped to her side, I dropped the smile and arranged my face into a more serious expression before I turned to the room's other occupant. Switching from dragonspeak to English, I laid a hand on the farmer's shoulder. "Mr. Sompston. I'm so sorry about today's events. Would you mind telling me exactly what happened?" I'd managed to piece together quite a bit from Isiwyth's sobbing monologue, but it was never a bad idea to hear both sides of the story.

Mr. Sompston raised his face from his hands and met my eyes. "Annabelle! She ate my Annabelle!" With those words, Mr. Sompston promptly broke down in tears that nearly rivaled the dragon's.

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