Welcome to Dark Scales Division.
Kerry Adrienne and I are beyond thrilled about DSD and releasing the first in the series, Dragon Undercover. We bring you Owen, Team Lead and a dragon on a mission.
Dragon Undercover (Dark Scales Division, book one)
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Dragon shifter and team lead for DSD—Dark Scales Division—Owen Ashton has never lost a case. His team tracks a serial killer to a small town in Minnesota and Owen goes undercover to finally end Huff’s reign of terror. The last thing Owen expected was to discover his mate vacationing in the lake house next to his.
The cold metal chains bit into Owen’s wrists and ankles. He jerked and twisted, trying to get free, but they were clamped down too tight. Fury and fear battled inside him. His sister needed him now. She wouldn’t survive the torture much longer, and she was barely twenty, too young to die.
It was his job to protect her.
He roared. His dragon repeated the sound in his head, pacing and gnashing its teeth as it trekked across the landscape of his thoughts. The beast wanted out. Wanted to rip the head off the SOB with the knife to his sister’s throat. The bastard planned to carve her up in front of Owen.
Come on, damn it! No matter how much he tried, his dragon couldn’t break through the bindings the murdering asshole had placed on him. There had to be a way for his human form to get loose so his dragon could surface.
We’re stronger than this. Jo needs us!
He yanked his right arm, then his left. He drew back a step and then charged forward, putting his entire weight into freeing the restraints. The dragon within charged at the same time, letting out a fierce growl that turned into a roar right before the bindings snapped apart and the beast emerged.
The chains fell to the ground with a crash that echoed through the darkness. Large black wings extended as the rest of Owen’s body went through the quick transformation. Within moments, he had four clawed feet, black scales with a single silver scale on his back, and bat-like wings tucked in at his shoulders. His eyes narrowed to fiery slits as anger tore through his veins.
The basement of the farmhouse was barely big enough for his dragon to stand. Owen didn’t give a fuck. He would save his sister and burst through the wall.
After he killed the bastard who had tortured her.
The asshole, who went by the name Roger—which Owen knew was an alias for Liam—backed away from Jo. Fear made the male’s eyes grow round. Instead of changing into his dragon and fighting, the coward ran. No.
In a flash, he was gone.
Owen roared again. The sound shook the walls, and fragments of loosened paint and dirt fluttered through the air like paper confetti.
Jo’s fragile body slammed to the floor, and Owen’s heart stilled for several beats. The tangy scent of her blood flooded the air.
He nudged her with his snout. No response. She couldn’t die. She was all he had left. His only family.