Dragon's Claw by Brynna Curry with Alyria Curry Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Dragon's
Claw
by
Brynna Curry with Alyria Curry
Genre:
Sweet Fantasy Time Travel Paranormal Romance
When
a magic sword falls into Catryna Logan’s hands, she is faced with
the reality of demons, dragons and a past that can’t possibly be
real. Or can it? To escape the evil serpent demons searching for her,
she will have to put her past and future in the hands of the dragon
demon king Kairyuu. But will trusting him cost her everything?
“911. What’s your emergency?” “Please. Tell them to hurry. You have to help me. There is a man
trying to break into my office. He’s killed someone and now he’s
coming for me. Oh, God you have to hurry. He’s right outside. I’m
trapped.” “A disturbance has already been reported for your location.
Emergency personnel are enroute. Tell me your name.” “Catryna Logan, I already called you.” “I’m right here with you. Keep talking.” Wham! “He’s kicking in the door. Please tell them to hurry. I can’t…”
I watched in horror as the door splintered and busted open with the
force of his weight. “Too late. He’s already here.” My eyes
locked on his and I dropped the receiver. His eyes are elongated
slits, just like a snake. The crazy guy hadn’t been lying.
Serpent demons were here and this one had every intention of killing
me. “Give me the sword, Priestess. I will grant you a quick death this
time.” “This time?” If the story about the demons was true, then it
must all be true. How do I summon this great protector? There was nowhere left to run. No other choice. I moved to the other
side of the desk, pulled away the velvet, and hoping the sword was
the key, unsheathed the katana. Grasping the hilt firmly in both
hands, I readied myself to fight for my life. I might fail, but I
would go down fighting and clawing all the way. And then I felt it. A jolt of electricity raced through my arms, warm and powerful as it
kissed along my skin. At that touch, I remembered. Mine. But where is the Doragon'nokiba, the Dragon’s Fang?
Somehow, I knew I needed its twin to win the battle. With that
memory, a deep ache settled around my heart. Kairyuu. I must be possessed. It’s the only logical explanation. These
memories can’t be mine. Except I had a memory of deep purple eyes, so dark they were almost
black, framed with inky lashes. A memory of a man who couldn’t
possibly exist. Shouldn’t exist. Overwhelmed, I whispered his name. “Kairyuu.” The demon moved swiftly, crossing the distance of the room in
seconds. Apparently, he didn’t like my touching the sword. “No! You witch! You invoked the spell,” he bellowed. His name is the spell? “Ryuu no tsume come to me,” The demon hissed his demand,
and I realized he had a forked tongue. I smiled. “Oh I don’t think so. You can call the sword by its
true name, but the Dragon’s Claw obeys me now.” The demon lunged for the blade determined to take the sword from me
any way he could, but it repelled him, slamming him against the wall.
“I’ll kill you and take it. Just like the last time.” He
pointed his gun at me and fired. Bright pink
light erupted from the blade, forming a bubble around the desk and
shielding me. The bullet stopped in mid-air before landing on the
floor and rolling away. I was surrounded in light, swathed in the
sword’s power. Firm hands gripped my shoulders pulling me backward
out of harm’s way and against a hard chest. Glancing down, I noted
my rescuer had black nails, just a little longer than my manicure but
sharper. Black claws? I was overwhelmed with the scent of
cherry blossoms and leather. That’s an odd combination and yet,
it’s familiar. My rescuer moved to stand in front of me,
blocking my view of snake guy with broad shoulders divided by a trail
of thick black and purple streaked hair. “You will not harm her, snake.” Lifting his own blade, the
stranger attacked, drawing a pattern in the air with the blade, then
shooting bolts of fire from the sword. Okay, so maybe it’s a
magic sword? The snake demon fell into a charred pile of ash. “Are you well, my queen?” Beautiful. That word shouldn’t describe a man, but he was. Standing at five
foot eight in my bare feet, I was at least a foot shorter. Broad
shouldered, graceful, black hair with ripples of deep royal purple
shifting through it fell straight to his waist unbound. His eyes were
engaging. Human men don’t have purple eyes or pointed ears and certainly
not the hint of fangs that glinted when he smiled at me. Kairyuu, Lord of the Dragon demon clan, was magnificent and somewhere
in the depths of my memories, whether they were mine or not, I knew
he loved me, or rather he loved a priestess everyone assumed was me.
For a moment, I wished it were true.
Bethany
Cagle, who writes as Brynna Curry, was born south of the Mason-Dixon
Line in a small Alabama town. Growing up, books fueled her dreams and
imagination, ultimately became her sanctuary during the hardest times
in her life. After living all over the southern states, she finally
landed back in north Alabama where she met her husband, Jackie. She
spent a wonderful twenty-two years with her hero, raising their three
children.
Now
widowed, she spends her free time writing and tending her ‘army’
of feral cats and rescued strays. Her furry minions, Jace, Styxx,
Beerus, and Asheron, are always willing to keep her company while she
works. She insists love is the truest magic and with it, every day is
an adventure.
Where
were you born/grew up?
I
was born in Russellville, Alabama, which is a fairly good-sized city.
Russellville is in Franklin County in the northwestern part of the
state, about thirty minutes south of Muscle Shoals (known as the Hit
Recording Capital of the World) and about the same distance north of
Haleyville (Home of the first 911 call.) My father was a band
director, and due to his constant changes in employment, we moved
about every two years (not fun) and mostly to places in Tennessee and
Alabama. Now I am back close to my hometown of Haleyville. I live
deep in the woods near the lake town of Bear Creek. It is quite
isolated and I love it.
If
you knew you'd die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?
Hmm.
I certainly wouldn’t spend it fretting over dying. My husband
passed away five years ago this coming November and I have plenty of
relatives to welcome me on the other side of the veil. I have often
told family not to worry about me. Whether I am here or there, I’m
with people who love me and I’ll be alright. I would spend time
with my kids, try to contact everyone I cared for, and make sure
nothing needed doing that would cause them pain. Then I’d just go
home, tend my feral cats, and see to it someone else would do the
same after I died. Then spend what time I had left surrounded by my
house cats that I love like children and wait for Jackie to take my
hand and walk me home.
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