Spotlight: An Accident Waiting to Dragon by Abigail Owen
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(Brimstone Inc., #3)
Publication date: March 26th 2024
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Synopsis:
It’s not the heat…it’s the pixie dust.
The day her brother died, Gwendolyn Moonsoar fled from her veil of pixies. Grief drove her away, but a broken heart made her stay gone for good. Lucky for Gwen, Brimstone Inc. was there to break her fall. Now, as a special courier transporting the most valuable and dangerous items of the supernatural world, Gwen is good at her job. Damn good. After all, disappearing is her specialty.
Dragon shifter Asher Kato will always be haunted by his best friend Goran’s death. Although a promise he made gave him no choice, Asher will never forgive himself for the role he played…or the fallout it caused with Goran’s younger sister, Gwen. Burying himself in his role as second-in-command of the blue dragons is his only escape. Unfortunately, the peace they fought so hard for isn’t meant for a warrior like him. So, when a courier transporting a rare basilisk egg goes missing, Asher volunteers to track her down.
Except Asher’s mission ends up stranding him on a deserted island with the only woman he’s ever wanted….a pixie who would rather vanish forever than spend a single second with him.
Excerpt
That kiss had been fourteen years, two weeks, and five days ago, but it felt like yesterday. Gwen could still feel the touch of Asher’s lips against hers, his hands against her cheeks.
She’d only had her wings a short time and had maybe been showing off for her brother’s best friend who she’d been in love with for…well…what had felt like eons at that point. Since hitting her twenties, she’d caught him watching her, a certain light in his eyes. More and more she’d caught those looks. Looks that had sent her heart fluttering around inside her. She’d thought maybe he’d hesitated because he thought she was too young.
Pixies and dragons aged similarly, about the same as humans until they hit their twenties, and then aging slowed significantly.
But that day, the day she’d gotten her wings, she wasn’t too young anymore, and she’d wanted him to know that.
In the moonlight, she’d flown out above the water of the loch near her home, wanting him to see her. Truly see her. But she’d overestimated her control to both fly and wield her power at the same time and ended up falling into the water.
Gods, even now her cheeks heated with mortification.
Back then a shadow overhead had her jerking her gaze upward in time to see Asher shift to human and drop into the water close by. He’d surfaced right in front of her, wiping the water and his dark hair out of his deep blue eyes with a grin that he seemed to reserve only for her.
“I’m here to rescue you,” he’d teased.
And her heart had fluttered even harder.
Gwen had raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like I need rescuing?”
Asher had looked around them. “Can you fly?”
“No. My wings are too wet.” She hadn’t tucked them away in time, and they were waterlogged by then.
“But you don’t need rescuing,” he said, voice dropping as he swam nearer, closing the distance between them.
And the expression in his eyes, the way he looked at her, sent her heart flipflopping all over the place and a swarm of butterflies swirling through her stomach.
She couldn’t look away. “No.”
He’d cupped her face with his hands, their legs tangling in the water like they were now. “How about now?” he’d asked in a voice gone even lower, gruffer. Blue fire flashed in his eyes, his dragon so close to the surface. “Any rescuing needed?”
Only if dying of anticipation was a thing. “From you?” she’d whispered.
Asher had nodded slowly.
“Nah.” She’d been unable to hold in her grin.
He’d moved his face closer, eyes twinkling, their breath mingling. “What about now?”
Was this really happening? she’d thought. Hells, she’d just about die of fluttery excitement. “I’m all good.”
He’d moved even closer still, nudging the tip of her nose with his. “And now?” he whispered.
“Well…” she whispered back. “Maybe…”
The slow smile that reached his eyes about stopped her heart. “Gwen, if you don’t want me to kiss you, say so now.”
She’d gasped, and his gaze had dropped to her lips.
Gods, she’d dreamed of that kiss for years. No way would she have said anything to stop him.
The way he’d closed the distance between their lips had been the sweetest torture. Slow. Agonizingly slow, while his gaze pinned her. He’d rubbed his cheek against hers, and then even slower, tilted his head until his lips had hovered over hers.
She’d given the tiniest whimper, and that’s when he’d kissed her.
And, gods, his kiss had been…everything. Soft and sweet to start, like he was making sure this was what she wanted too. But quickly, the tenor had changed. Still slow, like he was savoring every press of their lips, every sweep of his tongue against hers, and yet urgent at the same time.
And claiming.
That’s what had made her glow, her happiness triggering the moonlight buried in her very skin, lighting them up along with the water around them in a heavenly light.
Asher had slowed their kisses to pull back, staring at her in something like…awe.
“I have to do something dangerous for my king,” he’d said that day, gaze so intent on hers. “I won’t be able to see you for a while, but when I’m done...”
“What are you doing out there?” Goran had yelled from the shore.
Gwen and Asher hadn’t finished that conversation, and Asher hadn’t finished the promise he’d seemed to be making. Or maybe a question. One she’d answered in her heart.
I’ll wait for you.
The next day he was gone.
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About the Author
Award-winning author, Abigail Owen, writes NA/YA romantasy and paranormal romance. She loves plots that move hot and fast, feisty heroines with sass, heroes with heart, a dash of snark, and oodles of HEAs!
Abbie has a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing) from Texas A&M University (gig’em Ags!), and an MBA from California State University-Sacramento. Prior to becoming a published author, she spent 15+ years using the other side of her brain in various tech- and business-related roles.
Other titles include: wife, mother, Star Wars geek, ex-competitive skydiver, AuDHD, spreadsheet lover, Jeopardy fanatic, organizational guru, true classic movie buff, linguaphile, wishful world traveler, and chocoholic.
Abigail currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own swoon-worthy hero, their (mostly) angelic teenagers, and two adorable fur babies.
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