The Old Dragon of the Mountain’s Christmas
Dragon Lords of Valdier, Book 9
An alien goddess gives a deformed dragon shifter a second chance to find love with a human woman on Earth who teaches him that love can happen at any age.
Born prematurely, Christoff wasn’t as big or as strong as his older brother or the other younglings in the village. Unable to fit in, he does the best he can, helping his father and mother on their farm. His life changes when the mountain near their farm awakens. Believing he is the only one who can quiet it, he retreats to the mountain to watch over the village that shunned him.
A hermit for centuries, he dreams of the day he can move on to his next life; a life that he hopes will give him a chance of finding his true mate. He knows his time has come when the mountain begins to tremble again. What he doesn’t expect is a group of younglings who suddenly appear in the hopes of saving a thing called Christmas. When the mountain erupts, he never expects to awaken on a strange planet light years away, or to meet an unusual woman who sees beneath his deformity to the warrior hidden within.
Can the love of a special woman and her family heal Christoff’s tortured soul? Find out what happens when the Goddess Aikaterina gives The Old Dragon his very own special Christmas.
Christoff’s watched as she continued to tenderly stroke the small furry head lying in her lap. He swallowed at the love and fear in the little girl’s eyes. The only one that had ever looked at him that way had been his mother.
“He’s hurt?” Christoff asked in a husky voice.
“Yes. He try to helps Jabir,” she whispered. “I’s thoughts Roams was goings to die. He’s don’ts knows it’s yet, buts we’s goings to always be’s togethers. The goddess showed me we weres.”
As long as you hold your family and friends close to your heart, you will never be alone.
She had once again been torn when the entrance had caved in. It had been his symbiot’s quiet plea for mercy for its friend and companion that had sealed her decision. The flashes of the old dragon’s life had pierced her resolve. She remembered two other dragons, twin brothers who had felt the pull of the loneliness. It was in part her fault that they had never found their true mate. As her consciousness grew for this species, so did the understanding that she needed to help them if she could.
Floating down, she sat on the edge of the bed. Her gaze softened at Christoff’s calm acceptance of his death. Lifting an invisible hand, she soothed it over his brow, knowing what she had to do.
“Not yet, my warrior,” she softly whispered through his consciousness. “I hope you accept my Christmas gift to you.”