I Dream of Dragons by Ashlyn Chase
(Boston Dragons #1)
Mass Market Paperback, 352 pages
Expected publication: April 5th 2016 by Sourcebooks Casablanca
When Rory Arish and his two fiery dragon siblings are run out of their ancestral Irish home, it seems their luck has run out—until they arrive in Boston and find a paranormal-friendly apartment building. Finally, Rory has a place to call home. There’s only one problem: Rory’s new lair has simultaneously been rented to an infuriating woman who is as stubborn as she is beautiful and will not leave ‘her’ apartment matter how steamed he may be…
AND SPARKS FLY
Amber McNally is a down-on-her-luck flight attendant. She needs this apartment, and not even a fire-breathing dragon with his Irish charm and scorching good looks is going to scare her away. Holing up in their respective corners, a battle of wills ensues. Who will be the first to blink…or give in to their off-the-charts chemistry and decide to make this unorthodox living arrangement a little more permanent?
About Ashlyn Chase:
A multi-published eBook author, Ashlyn Chase specializes in characters who reinvent themselves, having reinvented herself numerous tiEXC ERPTmes. She has worked as a psychiatric nurse, and for the Red Cross, and has a degree in behavioral sciences. She lives with her true-life hero husband in beautiful New Hampshire.
Biography of Ashlyn Chase
Ashlyn Chase was a registered nurse for twenty years. During those years she wrote articles for professional journals and a thesis, but eventually, thank goodness, discovered the joy and freedom of writing fiction.
Ashlyn considers herself lucky. Her degree in behavioral sciences is a combination of psychology and sociology, so she has studied people most of her life. She doesn't have to write out exhaustive character sketches to understand her characters or predict how they will behave. That doesn't mean they don't surprise her. Sometimes they take her on grand unexpected journeys.
Ashlyn has learned to go with the flow. To enjoy the journey is not only one of her writing goals, but also a challenge in life. She tries to follow where the story takes her. Her identified theme involves characters who reinvent themselves. And why not? She has reinvented herself numerous times—from artist, to nurse, to hypnotherapist, to author, and she has lived in seventeen different places. At last, she's all settled down and comfy in New England.
Is there a grand design or do we decide our own fates? Perhaps if the powers-that-be have a plot, then they also give us the right to revise it.
Amber, along with the other flight attendants, boarded the plane from Iceland back to Boston. She noticed a young red- haired woman with her adorable daughter— the resemblance couldn’t be missed— seated in her first class section. She thought she heard the woman explaining to the little girl that she could have snapped her fingers and they would have been home instantly, but she didn’t want the girl to think that was the normal way to get around. The little girl nodded and her big, blue eyes didn’t blink, as if the explanation made perfect sense to her. It made no sense to Amber. She must have misheard. All was going well until a bit of turbulence ruffled the plane’s smooth path. Amber happened to be standing next to the mother and daughter’s seats.
The captain announced over the intercom, “Sorry, folks. We seem to be experiencing a bit of rough air.” At that moment the plane bounced dramatically, and Amber braced herself against the passenger’s seat and the overhead bin. “No shit,” she muttered under her breath. The woman giggled as if she had superior senses and had heard the inappropriate comment over the engine noise. “Please be sure your seat belts are fastened,” the captain continued. “Flight attendants, return to your seats and buckle up. It’s going to be a bit bumpy.” The woman seemed to be glancing at Amber a little more frequently than she’d expect— almost sizing her up. Oh well… If she’s going to lodge a complaint against me, it will take the decision to quit or not to quit out of my hands. Amber had been flying the skies ambivalently for several years. After high school, she didn’t have the money for college and didn’t know what her major would be, so rather than waste her mother’s hard- earned money, she’d decided to go to work. She figured as soon as she discovered her passion, she could go to college and by then she’d have a bunch of money saved up for school. Maybe it was time…