Please welcome author CR Robertson to the page today!
SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
CRR: Evanora is the vessel for Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, Darius is a golden warrior dragon.Both are the main characters. Evanora was broken by an evil dragon and pieces herself back together until she is stronger than all the broken parts of her. Her magic returns when Darius helps to make her whole again.
SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
CRR: Yes!! I used to belong to a paranormal research group and have lots of experiences from places
I’ve visited over here in Ireland. The most intense moment was when we were in an old castle
and some of the group was involved in table tipping. The table was moving dramatically in
answer to questions. Someone asked if the person speaking to us believed they were alive. The
table stopped and then moved in the direction of “yes”.
SC: That would have been quite the experience, I'm sure. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
CRR: This current series will have four books. Dragons of Chaos is nearly finished and it follows Justus and Celeste as they continue the story of the battle against the krakens. Each couple have
different obstacles to overcome, and Justus has a unique storyline that had me scratching my
head as to how it was going to unfold. Every one of my books incorporates mythology / pagan festivals/paranormal.
SC: Good to know. We'd better let you get back to it then. Let's take a look at today's novel now.
Dragons of Fate
The Gaian Otherworld
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: CR Robertson
Date of Publication: 31st January 2019
Number of pages: 303
Word Count: 84347
Cover Artist: Maria Spader
Tagline: Sometimes love is the most powerful and dangerous magic...
The underrealm was in turmoil with revelations of the evil that had taken root there.
It was no longer a safe haven for the Gaians.
Darius was a golden warrior dragon from an ancient clan. Evanora descended from the purple dragons of healing. They were destined to become fated mates four hundred years ago before Evanora was stolen from the heartland of the dragons.
Her dream of escape became the nightmare of reality.
Even in the light the past haunted her present.
Evanora’s soul was broken by her long years in captivity, until Darius started to fit the pieces back together again. Some fragments no long fit, some slotted into a different position, but the woman who emerged was stronger and more powerful than anyone ever imagined – the Gaian enchantress.
Was it too late for their love?
Or would Fate intervene to light their way to the future?
Sometimes love was the most powerful and dangerous magic...
***WARNING*** Includes a deadly hero willing to fight the monsters of this world to claim his fated mate, and a heroine who powerful enough to bring the world to its knees.
Dragons of Destiny is the second in The Gaian Otherworld. It can be read as a stand-alone paranormal romance.
I spun, my tail knocking people across the room to snarl at my father. My wing descended to protect Evanora. There was no way anyone was taking her, they’d have to go through me first. I crouched low to pounce. Andreas studied my reaction to the threat, his eyes widening at all the revelations today.
Evanora squirmed from under my wing and stood in front of me, her hand on my chest. “I think I can handle this.” She prowled in front of me like a threatened tigress protecting her mate.
She snapped her fingers, and the elders levitated above the stage. Her right arm flung high in the air, and the emerald guards flew across the room by an invisible wind that herded them all in the corner beside Ruben.
Several of them tried to run, but the golden dragons cut off their escape route. A few emerald guards transformed into their dragons. Ruben leapt on one, his talons tearing through its protective scales as if they were nothing more than fine silk. His teeth tore the throat out of another.
A green dragon launched itself towards Evanora, and I pounced on it. My talons eviscerated it, his flesh steaming from the toxin Evanora had infused there to fight against the krakens. I’d never killed another Gaian—until recently I would have believed it was blasphemy—yet I never gave it a second thought because he had attacked my mate.
Ruben advanced on the others with murder in his amber gaze. They had attacked his mate, and I had no doubt every single emerald guard would suffer the force of his wrath for their actions. Panicked energy filled the air, and screams followed as more dragons emerged to try and fly to the doors at the top of the staircase. Some used their talons to climb the walls.
Ruben didn’t miss a beat. He rained fire on them, turning them all into heaps of steaming ash. The ferocious heat permeated the room, and every Gaian took a step back from the black death dragon.
The smell turned my stomach, and I tried not to breathe to limit my exposure to it. The cooking flesh reminded me of a dark fae party where they roasted whole pigs over open fires. Suddenly, turning vegetarian seemed like a good idea.
“You!” Evanora’s finger pointed directly at Cyrus. “Are a monster from the depths of hell.” She took slow deliberate steps towards him.
He swallowed and furtively looked to the side, taking a few steps back. The coward was searching for somewhere to escape to. He tried to lift his foot, but he seemed to be stuck where he stood. Apparently, he could only be brave if he had his women helpless due to a dragon suppressing collar.
Sensing the situation was under control, I returned to my human form. Ruben appeared at my side. He snapped his fingers, and we were both clothed in black.
With each flick of her wrist, lashes appeared on Cyrus’ body until he fell to his knees, his clothes in tatters. Evanora rubbed her hands together in a circular motion. His skin began to melt and peel down his body like a candle under the intensity of her stare.
“Even as you forgot them, I remember every one of their names, every terrified young girl you tried to impregnate with your evil spawn. Cyrus of the green dragons, I curse you from this day hence. You shall not rest in the afterlife but spend eternity in the realms of purgatory to experience the pain and suffering you have caused to others. Their agony will be yours, your body violated with their rapes, their torment only yours to bear.”
A BOOM shook the chamber, forming a crack across the ceiling. Wails sounded all around us before a black shimmering vortex appeared behind Cyrus. Shadow hands grasped his limbs and dragged him screaming into the darkness.
Stunned silence filled the room. Ruben’s hand grasped my arm, his eyes wide in alarm at what we’d just witnessed.
Evanora dusted her hands off and placed them on her hips. “Now what should I do with the elders who sanction rape, torture, and murder?”
Fuck that I was annoyed with her. I’d never seen anything more magnificent than Evanora go on a murderous spree. Her hair had a life of its own, moving around her as magic coursed through her. She took beauty into a different league.
I wanted her more now than ever before. She no longer looked frail and ready to break; her curves were accentuated in the deep purple gown that hugged every inch of her. When she released her magic, I swore I could see dark writing under her pale skin.
Evanora clicked her fingers, and the elders dropped to the ground, scrambling to get back on their feet. She chanted words from an ancient language that I didn’t understand. Energy pulsed towards the stage from the four directions of the wind, which Evanora summoned.
“Your dragons are bound inside you, unable to be released until the day you prove yourselves worthy to be a Gaian once more. You are nothing more than human, trapped in a realm that you can no longer leave,” she said. Her voice sounded remote and devoid of emotion.
Magic manifested in the air in a green mist. It twisted and swirled around the elders, stripping away their elder marks from their wrists. Evanora stalked through them, examining every single one of them until she seemed happy that they were bound by her enchantment.
“Next time you consider touching my mate, I would think again,” she hissed at them before strutting down from the stage. I’d never been more turned on in my life from her display of dominance.
“It’s time to go home.” Evanora opened a portal, indicating that Ruben and Justus leave through it.
My eyes met Andreas’. He nodded to let me know he would take care of everything.
Evanora grabbed my hand, and the world tilted off its axis for a few seconds before we re-materialised in my house.
About the Author:
CR Robertson is a paranormal romance writer who lives in Ireland, the most magical country in the world. From an early age, she loved faerytales and mythological stories. She delved into the pages to go on an adventure with the characters, sparking a lifelong love of the literary world and story craft.
The Otherworld Chronicles started when the characters evolved in her head, constantly jumping in to tell their story until one day that nagging voice said, “Why not write their faerytale?” The rest resides in the pages of the Otherworld. Her in-depth knowledge of mythology and faerylore weaves the background for the characters in each of her manuscripts.
It may be cliché, but she has a cottage by the sea on the east coast of Ireland. Gardening is one of her favourite pastimes and is evident in her garden that is overflowing with crystals and seasonal flowers for the birds, butterflies, and her favourite bumblebees. Her dogs enjoy the sleepy seaside town and spend their time playing in the sea.
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