Current Project: Dragon Knight

I’m writing the third Collegium book as we speak. Dragon Knight is Lewis Bennett’s story — and when you’ve read Djinn Justice I hope you’re as curious as me to discover what that is! He’s so disciplined, I just have to know what it is he’s hiding. So does the heroine, Gina Sidhe. They make a fascinating couple. She’s a dragon knight and house witch. Lewis is the President of the Collegium and a mage who has burned out his magic saving lives. As for the dragon … Morag is interesting and definitely unexpected!

dk2Enjoy the snippet from Chapter 1.

Gina waited as Chad scrutinised her. He’d find nothing to suspect. Her cover was solid. She was a junior member of the Sidhe family, famous for their hotels and their house witchery. She let her magic swirl gently, sending the message that she wasn’t a threat. Her business was mundane. She freelanced as a software consultant. As far as Chad knew, she was simply here, in New York, delivering a message from her great uncle. She hoped that her expression was appropriately faintly bored; that of a woman honouring a family request. Just as this appointment with President Bennet was Lewis Bennett honouring the favour he owed Uncle Asey.

“One moment.” Chad stood and walked to the closed door of the inner office. He knocked, received permission, and opened the door. Holding it for Gina wasn’t politeness. If she tried to attack President Bennett, Chad would be right there.

She walked across the room, conscious of her hips swaying thanks to the high heels she wore and how the cut of her navy-blue suit emphasised her figure, while the colour contrasted dramatically with her fine red-gold hair. Not that she wore her hair down. No, her hair was neatly confined in a chignon. She wanted the guardians to note her attractiveness, but not leap to the conclusion that she was trying to seduce their president.

They just had to believe it was possible.

She reached the doorway. “Thank you.” She walked past Chad and into the office.

Lewis Bennett stood behind his desk and everything in the room faded into the background. Jacket off, tie unknotted, shirt sleeves rolled up, dark blond hair too short to be anything but tidy, Lewis was impressive. Broad shoulders were well-muscled. So were his forearms and chest. His dark brown eyes mesmerised. His mouth was perfect, lips neither thin nor too full, but masculine and stern.

She’d seen his photo, read his history, but nothing had prepared her for the man.

Keep walking. Remember to breathe. Maintaining eye contact was not an issue: she couldn’t wrench her gaze away.