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Runaway Dragonette
Dragon
Planet Romance Book 1
by
Lynne Murray
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
When
the Dragon King demands that Princess Verity choose a romantic
partner from 26 dragon shapeshifters, she’s not allowed to say,
“No.” But she has to.
Verity
must escape her father’s romance plans for her, but it won’t be
easy with cameras broadcasting her every move and the whole Dragon
Planet watching.
Meanwhile
on Earth, Ryan, a tech industry millionaire, loves dragons more than
anything in the real world. He has moved back to his home town to run
a dragon-centered bookstore. When a portal misfire lands Verity in
Ryan’s store, the attraction is instant and irresistible.
Ryan
jumps at the chance to compete to win Verity’s hand. The Dragon
King allows it. He doesn’t expect a computer nerd human to survive
a competition with fire-breathing dragonshifters.
Can
Ryan win the dragon princess's hand by defeating a pack of hulking,
jealous, firebreathing dragon men who don’t play fair? Will Verity
be able to save her true mate from death by dragon fire?
Chapter 1
The First Night
“WILL YOU ACCEPT this nose ring?” Verity repeated it over and
over under her breath as she stood on the paving stones of the castle
courtyard. Twenty-six dragon shapeshifter suitors would soon arrive.
The Earth reality TV videos showed human bachelors and bachelorettes
handing out roses to those who would continue on the journey towards
finding mates. But roses would confuse the dragon bachelors. In
dragon form, they might eat the flowers, thorns and all and then
belch fire. However, gold in any form got all the dragons’
attention big time. Verity’s curves, prized on the Dragon Planet, were on ample display
as she stood in her human form. She wore a sparkling ice-blue gown
that matched her eyes. Her dress artfully molded to her in front,
open nearly down to her waist and cut almost as low clinging to her
backside, although her long black hair covered most of the skin
revealed in back. Verity didn’t shiver from the cold, despite the
thin fabric. Her dragon blood ran hot. Any trembling was completely
due to nerves. “Will you accept this nose ring?” she muttered again. It was a
simple enough phase but she just might mess it up. Torches burned in the courtyard in front of the quaint old castle. It
was a historic site, not a working fortress, a confection of towers
and spires perched on a remote mountainside. Lights from the village
at the foot of the mountain twinkled in the darkness below. Verity
would stay here for the next nine weeks. Modern lighting illuminated the center of the courtyard where Verity
would greet each bachelor dragon in turn as he arrived. Cameramen,
sound crew, and assistant producers circled around the edges of the
courtyard. The whole planet was watching. Her every word and move
were being recorded. No pressure. Tonight, Verity was The Dragonette, a bachelorette shapeshifter on a
Journey to Love. She was also the Dragon King’s daughter. She
stiffened her spine. She took a deep breath of the pine scented air
carried by the breeze up from the forests below. Each of the bachelor dragons would introduce himself as he arrived.
The camera crew roamed around her, waiting for the men to arrive. Verity’s father, King Harrenholtz, was a big fan of reality
television shows from Earth. The Dragon Planet had a dwindling
shapeshifter population. The ruler had decided that a television show
would promote mating. “We’re gathering together the best of the best young dragons from
every corner of the planet, Verity,” the king told her. “All in
one place for you to choose from. It’s one-stop-shopping as they
say on Earth. You’ll be able to start nesting immediately, and I
hope to see those baby dragons soon.” Verity had no answer to this. “We know your unusual interest in conversation and culture and—um,
ideas, Verity,” The king’s tone indicated that these pursuits
were useless at best, but he was willing to indulge her eccentric
tastes. “So we made sure to include some men who are artistic
or...well, I don’t know, clever. These dragons are the best of the
best. Your hatchlings will raise the intelligence level of the whole
species. So enjoy the journey and find me a son-in-law.”
Like she had a choice. But simple, straightforward Verity, was planning her escape. Everyone
knew she was pathetically bad at the basic dragon skill of planning
and executing devious strategies. And she didn’t have a detailed
plan. More like the ghost of a hope. This dating show had thrown
everything into chaos. She needed to stay alert and look for her
chance. She had tried once before to run away from her father’s castle and
the fate of being chained to a nest for a life of egg laying like a
prize hen. Her escape attempt had ended in disaster. She wouldn’t
let herself think about it. Her mind and body had been numb ever
since. The king was convinced that she had learned her lesson and wouldn’t
try again. But Verity had grimly determined never to be in any
dragon’s power ever again. She trusted no one to help. She wasn’t
even sure she could do it. But Verity planned to watch for an opening
to break out of her gilded cage before it was too late.
FOR YEARS, RYAN Ryan Mason had honestly only cared about three
things—business, love, and dragons. The first two were gone. He
sold the software company that had made him a millionaire. The woman
he loved, Deborah, had left him when she realized he wasn’t staying
on in Silicon Valley to chase the next big trend. Now he was back to
the one thing that had always sustained him—dragons. Ryan and his best friend Harvey had survived years of bullying with
the help of dragons. Their small town of Miner’s Creek didn’t
have a junior high or high school, so Ryan and Harvey were the new
kids at the school in the nearest big town. They were instant
targets. Ryan was tall and skinny, a growth spurt at age thirteen
brought him some height, but he was lanky and clumsy—not ever a
jock. Harvey was short, fat, and swarthy with glasses and dark curly
hair that seemed oily no matter how often he washed it. He was built
like a bulldog and he never met a sport he didn’t hate. From the
first day of junior high, both of them got shoved and punched when
they walked through the halls. All the other kids either ignored them
or laughed at them. When everyone else excluded them, Ryan and Harvey
were happiest as loners, the weird kids at school. They spent endless
hours on their shared obsession with dragons and dragon lore. The
power of dragons was real to them. The bus back to Miner’s Springs stopped on the highway ten blocks
from the junior high school. That was the place where the bullies
showed up and started throwing rocks at them. Usually Ryan and Harvey
just walked on as quickly as possible. Running was a bad idea,
falling and getting kicked was the worst. One day, a tall, skinny girl with red hair and freckles came out of
an alleyway and stopped beside them. Without a word, she picked up a
rock that had hit Harvey and launched it back at the boy who had
thrown it. Not only did the rock hit the boy, he cried out. Before
any of the four kids trailing Ryan and Harvey could react, the girl
spotted another rock, bent down, picked it up and launched it at the
ringleader of the bullies. It nailed him. That rock drew blood and
the girl made a sound that was soft enough that only Ryan and Harvey
heard it. A faint, but scary growl. “She’s crazy, let’s go,” the head bully said. They retreated
down a side street. “Thanks for doing that,” Ryan said. The three of them just stood there for a moment. The red-haired girl
had green eyes, clear as bottle glass. Finally, she smiled. “That was amazing,” Harvey said. “Are you like a baseball
pitcher?” The girl shook her head. “No.” “Maybe you’re a ninja or something?” Ryan asked. He meant it as a flattering joke, but Bridget pondered and finally
said. “Don’t know what that is.” How was that possible? Now that there were no rocks flying, the boys
could tell she was about their own age. “Ninjas are really cool,” Harvey said. “Not as cool as dragons,
but close.” The girl looked at him sharply. Then she nodded and seemed to accept
it as a compliment. They introduced themselves.
“I’m Bridget,” the girl said with an odd accent. “Bridget
Green.” Ryan and Harvey exchanged a glance. They agreed “not her real name”
as plainly as if they had said it.
“What school do you go to?” Harvey asked. “Don’t go.” “You’re home schooled?” Ryan asked. “Wow.” “Also cool,” Harvey said. Bridget didn’t answer. The school bus stopped on the main road up
ahead. She turned up another alley and vanished behind the houses
that lined it. After that, she showed up and walked with them after school every
day. The bullies called them “The Three Stooges” and followed
them from a distance yelling insults, but they didn’t throw rocks
again. The three friends ignored them. Bridget brought the boys to meet her mother where they lived in a
trailer outside of town on a few acres that they had turned into a
big garden where they seemed to grow most of their own food. Mrs.
Green spoke no English, but welcomed them with a shy smile and
offered them amazingly tasty cooked snacks. Walking back from the first visit Harvey and Ryan agreed that Bridget
and her mom must be hiding out. “Maybe from a violent husband or something,” Harvey said
thoughtfully. “Or something even scarier,” Ryan didn’t say Immigration, but
they both thought it. “They might be in real danger,” Ryan
concluded.
“Maybe we can help her,” Harvey said. Harvey’s parents ran a cafe in Miner’s Creek. They had welcomed
Ryan in when his mother died of cancer and his father all but
disappeared into his job. They sent Harvey over with leftovers from
the cafe and food the women couldn’t grow in their garden like bags
of flour and rice, roasts, ham, frozen fish.
Harvey was the one who discovered Bridget couldn’t read or write.
He and Ryan set out to teach her. She learned, but she still
preferred TV. When he went off to Stanford, Ryan kept in touch and visited when he
could. But dragons and friends had taken a backseat to business.
Harvey went to Sonoma State and eventually opened a bookstore in
Miner’s Creek. Ryan was happy to invest in it when he started to
make money from his software start up. Ryan’s inventions spawned a
small, thriving company in Palo Alto. The year the three friends turned twenty, Bridget’s mother
disappeared. “Gone home,” was all Bridget would say. Harvey got
closer to Bridget. As soon as Harvey graduated, the same year he
started the bookstore, they got married. No one was surprised. From
the day, the two had a special bond. The girlfriend Ryan found, however, surprised everyone including
Ryan. Deborah was movie star beautiful. He couldn’t believe she
chose him. He was six feet tall with a mop of curly light brown hair
and nice enough hazel eyes, but no one as pretty as Deborah had ever
sought him out. She took over his life. “You’re a fixer-upper boyfriend, but you definitely clean up
okay,” she told him. Deborah was not at all shy about taking credit
for making him the most presentable nerd possible. He treated her as
he envisioned a dragon would treat a princess. After his company sold
and his bank account hit eight figures, he asked Deborah to marry him
and move back with him to Miner’s Springs.
She was horrified. “A few million dollars is a good start, but why not a billion
dollars?” Deborah said. She moved on to a more ambitious
entrepreneur. She broke his heart, but what else was new? Ryan sold his house in Palo Alto and headed back to Miner’s
Springs. He and Harvey expanded the store Dragon Lore and More. Ryan
bought the building, some acreage behind it, a house nearby and a
house next door for Harvey and Bridget.
Ryan’s started to collect every scrap of information he could find
on the subject of dragons. The fact that dragons were mythical
creatures didn’t bother him in the slightest.
Bridget was as passionate about reality TV dating shows as Harvey and
Ryan were about dragons. She was the one who found The Dragonette
footage and brought it to the men’s attention. Harvey stuck his head around the door to Ryan’s basement lair,
where he spent hours every day building the Dragon Library. “Ryan, you have got to see this. Bridget found it,” Harvey said.
“Rare footage of Dragon mating rituals, dude.” “Harvey, is this one of those ‘too much information about your
marriage’ things? If that’s the case, I’m afraid to look.” “No, seriously, it’s like those reality TV shows Bridget loves,
except with dragons. I was kidding about the mating rituals, it’s
not X-rated or anything. Hey, it’s got a dragon princess, Ryan,
need I say more?” “If it’s got dragons, you know I want to see it now.” Ryan
said. A little embarrassed by the thrill of longing that the words
“Dragon Princess” aroused in him. “Send me the link.” Alone in the store basement, half the galaxy away from wherever it
was that dragons really did rule, Ryan watched footage of most
beautiful woman he had ever seen being courted by giant reptiles. Ryan closed his mouth, it kept falling open. Harvey was kidding about
the mating angle. The video was G rated. Or maybe PG 13, considering
that the dragon princess wore a dress that took Ryan’s breath away. The videos showed the princess, her name was Verity, meeting and
talking to men who sometimes shifted into dragon form. The dragon
shifting special effects were outstanding. Ryan was thrilled by the
quality of the CGI that morphed her suitors from flying dragons to
beefy bodybuilder types in a flash of light. What completely captivated Ryan the dragon princess, Verity. She must
be an actress. She was tall and full figured, voluptuous enough to
tickle his fantasies, unlike the usual starving film actresses. The
ice blue gown she wore left little to the imagination. At the same
time Ryan’s fantasies started working overtime. He froze the video
several times to let his eyes explore her curves and contemplate the
few areas the dress didn’t cover. The storyline suggested that Verity was herself a shapeshifter, but
so far she stayed in human form. He had no complaints, he enjoyed
looking at her human form. Her face was heart-shaped, her lips
inviting. The sheet of jet black hair down her back seemed to invite
stroking. Most amazing were her pale blue eyes, lit with a fire of
intelligence. When the camera moved in close, something in her eyes
seemed to reach out of the screen into his heart and beg him to
rescue her from the mumbling platitudes of the hyper-muscular dragon
men who stood in front of her and told her she was beautiful. Most of
them said they wanted to get to know her better. As absurd as it sounded, Ryan wanted to get to know her better. He
knew that a beautiful actress in a strange little science fiction
video parody would be unlikely to be hot to meet a small bookstore
owner. His only claim to fame was once inventing some software and
getting paid well for it. Not exactly knight in shining armor
credentials, as his experience with Deborah had taught him. Still, when the footage was done and he had played it back two or
three times—okay, five or ten times—he looked for the credits.
There were none. He called Harvey. “Where did Bridget find this?” “She won’t say,” Harvey said. “I’ll ask her, but she’s
not saying. She’s in one of her cat-that-swallowed-the-cream moods.
I never argue when Bridget gets it into her head to surprise me.” “I never argue with Bridget about anything. Do you think she’d
tell me if I begged?”
“That’s my usual tactic with Bridget. I’m just happy she
married me. After the number Deborah did on you, I wish we could find
a good woman like that for you.” “I’m holding out for a dragon princess,” Ryan said with a
laugh. “Seriously, dude, I’ve got to find the rest of it. I’m
kind of hooked already.” Ryan but he wasn’t about to give up
because there was no instant answer. He kept searching all over the
web and couldn’t find any trace of the video. None of his
connections in the world of dragon lore had heard of it at all.
Harvey called back and told him. “Bridget’s still teasing me, but
she said this is just part of week one, of a nine-week show broadcast
on DPN, the Dragon Planet Network.”
“What? If there’s a Dragon Planet Network how come we haven’t
heard of it? I’d pay a lot to subscribe to that, wouldn’t you?” “Absolutely, but you know Bridget. She’ll tell me when she’s
ready.” “Well. If she finds a way to get tickets to the Dragon Planet, tell
her I’m ready to go any time. Seriously, if you find anything about
it, anything at all, let me know,” Ryan told him. “I need to see
the whole thing.” “Sure thing, dude, Dragons Rule,” Harvey said. “Dragons Forever,” Ryan replied automatically. What he really
wanted was to meet the woman in the film. True, she was an indie film
actress, not a real dragon shifter. He couldn’t explain why he felt
he had to meet her. All he could do was sit sad, alone, and obsessed with dragons. Okay,
he could add “horny” to that list. What else was new?
Bachelor Dragon Blues
Dragon
Planet Romance Book 2
Can
the love of an Earth woman save a dragonshifter from the ticking time
bomb inside?
The
Dragon Planet hails Jevrath as a war hero for a military action that
wounded him. No one knows that spy bots invaded his wound during the
battle. They track his every move. They can kill him at will. The
only threat Jevrath knows about is the Dragon King’s vow to force
him into a planetary romance show, to publicly select a dragonshifter
mate. Jevrath refuses and heads for Earth for a vacation. Then Beth,
a human woman, walks through the door of the resort bar and his world
will never be the same.
Beth’s
dream is to work with endangered species, but who knew they would be
so sizzling hot? She needs a weekend away from her lab tech job and
her lecherous boss. When she walks into the resort bar and sees tall,
dark, commanding Jevrath, her dreams seem about to come true—along
with her worst nightmares. She can have a lab of her own on the
Dragon Planet, if she pretends to go along with the televised romance
show. But her desires for Jevrath go dangerously beyond
pretending.
Can
the devotion of a dragon man sustain Beth in the face of 26
firebreathing dragon women who don’t mind killing for love?
Chapter 1
Letting Vacation Beth Out to Play
AS SHE GAVE her
short, reddish blonde hair one last brush, Beth faced the fact that
this vacation might not be so much fun on her own. She sorely missed
her best friend.
Valerie was the fun
friend, Beth was the shy one. Beth put off as long
as possible the moment when she would brave the place alone. She had
dressed in her favorite thrift store silk blouse—green to bring out
her eyes. The jeans were tight enough to show off her butt for those
interested. Beth had learned her lesson. She was naturally shy, but
she had learned not to bother talking to anyone not enthusiastic
about her curves. Hanging out with Valerie was a lesson in how not to
be a doormat. Beth and Valerie met
at college. They were the two hardest working people in the dorm. No
one who knew them expected them to become friends, which was total
BS. Aside from serious study habits, both were blessed with abundant
figures. The first thing they shared was a brainstorm session on
where to find the best, cheapest, plus-sized clothes. Then there was
that chip on the shoulder thing. They both had that for different
reasons. Valerie was
biracial, her mother black and her father white. It took a while
before she confided in Beth that she had both an academic scholarship
and some affirmative action grants that came with a built-in
defensive attitude. “I have earned
every single advantage I’ve been given.” she said fiercely I’ve
got no time for people who want to tear me down.” Beth grew up poor,
white and rural. The minute she opened her mouth some people heard
her accent and lowered their expectations. She wasn’t ashamed of
where she came from, but she had to work twice as hard to get
respect. She put her head down and refused to give up till they
caved. So far, they always had. Everyone but her family. Every call home
ended with her mother suggesting that Beth find a nice man with a
decent job and stop killing herself working so hard so she wouldn’t
“end up a lonely old woman.” The girls’
weekends had been Valerie’s idea when they moved to different
states after college. But Valerie was in Oakland this weekend at her
grandmother’s funeral. Beth almost regretted following her friend’s
advice to go ahead and go to the resort on her own. Valerie had
planned this trip. It wasn’t fair that she couldn’t enjoy it. It
was hard to summon up a Vacation Beth attitude without Vacation
Valerie’s encouragement. As she walked down
to the hotel bar, Beth promised herself that she could leave after
one drink if she felt uncomfortable. She decided she would enjoy the
time off, even if she ended up alone with a pizza and the hotel’s
pay per view. She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath and
headed for the hotel bar. Then she walked into
the bar and stopped moving, breathing, everything at the masculine
perfection before her. She couldn’t help but stare. He was tall, at
least six feet four, with a solid, powerful body and a commanding
air. She could have sworn that he turned in his seat towards her the
instant she walked in. Beth flushed a little when she met his eyes,
so unexpectedly blue against his olive-toned skin. It took an effort
of will to keep from staring too long. His eyes promised pure
mischief. His hair was black and his face was strong rather than
handsome. A lighter-colored narrow scar traced the edge of his cheek
all the way up to the hairline. She wanted to run her hand along the
side of his face. No. Girls like her didn’t match up with bad boy,
I-command-the-room types like him. So, she made herself
examine the floor, polished bar, even as she felt the force of that
tall, dark man’s attention. She went to claim a bar stool across
the room from him. he examined the wall of liquor bottles behind the
bar as if it contained the secrets of the universe. Blue—1800
Tequila, Grey Goose Vodka, Bombay Sapphire Gin. Why was she
hesitating? Probably because she felt like rushing to his side. She
forced herself to look away from the Reserve Kentucky Straight
Bourbon. Darn it, what would Valerie do? Probably sashay up to him
and say something funny. But Beth couldn’t make her legs move, let
alone come up with a smart remark. She sipped her root beer.
JEVRATH PRIDED
HIMSELF on narrowly escaping having his love-life turned into a
planetary joke. The entire Dragon Planet now called him a hero. All
because of what he did when he was escorting a group of half-dragons
through a portal. An explosion followed by fifty seconds of horrific
action that seemed like a lifetime. The media called it the Battle of
Cygnus Corridor 44X. Catchy name, Jevrath wanted to snort in ridicule
every time he heard it. There hadn’t been a visible enemy. The
battle was to patch up the portal wall before they were all sucked
out into space and to keep as many of his men alive as he could. His wounds had
healed, but the injuries were deep enough and laced with enough scar
tissue on his back and shoulder to make him slower at shifting into
dragon form. He was no longer tireless when flying. The doctors had
decreed that now he was not fit for the kind of military service he
had done before. He was discharged with honor. He tried to ignore the
shadows that seemed to show up with occasional sparks right at the
corner of his eye. When he whipped his head around to focus on them,
they disappeared. The military eye doctor told him, it might be
lingering damage to his optic nerve during the explosion or from the
few seconds he was exposed to the vacuum of space. Or it might be
something else. In other words, no one knew. So, what was he
going to do with the rest of his life? Right now, he
planned to get laid. Ironically the
Dragon Planet’s ruler had tried to recruit him for stud service.
Jevrath managed not to use those words to the king, but that was what
it looked like to him. He was supposed to play the hero in search of
a mate on a dating game show televised for the whole planet’s
amusement. Jevrath had accepted
the decorative medal in a public ceremony, mainly to honor the
soldiers who had lost their lives in that brief, violent encounter.
But throwing his personal life open to cameras and planetwide
scrutiny was off the table. When he refused the King, Jevrath tried
to be as diplomatic as possible, which wasn’t too diplomatic.
Fortunately, his hero status gave him the clout to say no and make it
stick. Jevrath had given up
on the idea of finding a true mate, if such a thing even existed.
He’d never met anyone whose entire physical chemistry had melded
with a mate. A few years earlier he had imagined that he had courted
a dragonshifter woman. She seemed to care about him for a little
while. But when he went back to his military unit, she had made it
very clear she wouldn’t be waiting when he returned. She hadn’t
contacted him throughout the time he spent in the hospital recovering
from his injuries. He got the message. He had no intention
of getting hurt like that again. He came to this resort on Earth
hunting for an evening’s entertainment, preferably an encounter
that wouldn’t last past dawn. Earth was a
Forbidden Zone, closed to visitors. Jevrath had a pass to come and
go, but very few humans knew that dragon shifters, or any alien
species, existed. Perfect for pure
sensual pleasure, no pressure. In this resort,
things moved on the slow side. Jevrath was fine with that. The women
he saw here so far didn’t interest him anyway. It puzzled him that
so much attention was being paid to a couple of half-starved females
with plastic bulbs implanted in their chests. Then she walked in.
Then the girl with reddish blond hair and the curves that didn’t
stop. The sight of her
literally took his breath away. Her scent rolled over him like a
fresh breeze sweeping into the room. He took a deep breath. The aroma
reminded him of the sweet tang of the yellow flowers that grew on the
mountain tops of the islands of his clan’s home. Even from across
the room a hot rush of arousal seized him and he reminded himself to
move carefully. Every fiber of his being told him that she wanted him
too, but he couldn’t trust himself and he hated that unfamiliar
feeling. Something in him suggested that any other woman would be an
unacceptable compromise. For the first time in his life he feared
losing control if this woman rejected him.
Billionaire Dragon's Secretary
Dragon
Planet Romance Book 3
Jill
is kidnapped by a lying, cheating dragonshifter and stuck on the
Dragon Planet. Romance with a dragon is the last thing on her mind.
She only wants to earn enough to pay for a ticket back to Earth, but
her billionaire dragon shifter boss sets her senses on fire, and he’s
trying to give her every reason to stay. Targon, “the Gold
Whisperer,” fiercely guards his heart and his hoard until his new
secretary, Jill arrives. Instantly he recognizes her as his True
Mate. How can a dragonshifter convince an angry Earth woman to trust
him when he doesn’t trust himself?
Chapter 2
Earth Women Are Costly
TARGON OF THE Sky Rim Clan had a taste
for Earth women. He was a genius at managing dragon wealth. He was
tall with short-cut pale blond hair, and the kind of imposing good
looks that attracted attention from female dragonshifters. Yet he
avoided the mating wars. Courting a shapeshifting dragon woman
was bizarrely complicated. He had no time, or interest in the clan
politics, the endless fertility tests. The “You show me your
assets, I’ll show you mine” dance made him cringe. He got enough
of that at work. Relationships with human women from
Earth were simpler, but dangerous. They had caused him grief before. Targon openly displayed some of his
personal hoard as a taste of the power of his clan. The unspoken
suggestion was that such treasures might come to his clients as well.
The same was true of the secretaries. The clients could enjoy their
attention, but no touching. He brought in a new one every week or two
to keep everyone from getting attached. Some of Targon’s clients joked that
he was sampling the women’s favors and discarding them. He wasn’t. Bitter experience had taught him to
keep his distance, his desires under control. Once. Just once Targon had fallen for
an Earth woman. That painful memory helped him get a grip on the
slightest suggestion of emotion. He had come way too close to killing
that woman.
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Lynne Murray was born in Illinois and grew up in transit Texas, Alaska, Florida, Washington state, and Southern California due to her father's work with the military.
Lynne
writes the kind of books she loves to read. Those usually feature a
lot of action, quirky characters and supernatural attitude. She just
might read anything that isn't tied down, but some of the books that
have to be restrained also make it onto her list. Her favorite
authors include Illona Andrews, Faith Hunter, Patricia Briggs, Kim
Hamilton, Terry Pratchett and T.H. White.
She
now lives and writes and stares out the window at the ocean in San
Francisco with a group of rescue cats, who rescue her right back with
heroic feats of purring.
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