Today’s fresh find is The Last Dragon, a medieval fantasy romance by Daryl Devore, author of hot romances as well as sweet ones. You won’t find steam in this book, but it certainly seems full of heart. Check out the generous “look inside” sample on Amazon—it’ll draw you right in with intrigue and high fantasy action.
Here’s Daryl, sharing a bit about her book and a quirk of the creative process that brought it to life.
Daryl Devore: When Minor Characters Wish to Step Forward
In most stories there are the lead MCs (main characters) who have family and friends. Sometimes, those secondary characters want their place in the sun.
Pariset, a teenager in my medieval fantasy romance The Last Dragon, is exactly that sort of character.
I needed a character to help with a rescue plotline, so I wrote in Pariset. Little did I know, he had no intentions of staying on the sidelines. His playful character wormed his way into more of the story until he ended up partaking in the actual quest and final battle. As an aside, he appears in my next book as well.
Please don’t let any of my other characters hear about this, or I’ll have a lot of characters shouting plotlines and twists in my head.
The Last Dragon by Daryl Devore
What do dragons, knights and romance have in common? Grab a copy of multi-published author Daryl Devore’s medieval fantasy romance – The Last Dragon and discover the answer.
A sorcerer craving dominance merged with a dragon, the power overwhelmed him causing him to split into three dragons. Demora ruled thought, but was lost in time. Yidithe offered protection, shining like the light of the sun. Ayrradex craved chaos, revelling in destroying souls.
Many knights died, attempting to slay the devil beast. One knight, Prince Hawkyns, did not fear death. He’d lost everything. Away on a mission when Ayrradex attacked his father’s kingdom, Penrythe, Hawkyns returned to find his noble father – feeble and defeated. His wise mother – crazed. His beautiful wife and unborn child – dead. Only a pile of ashes remained for him to bury. He knelt before his King and vowed to slay the devil-beast or be slain.
Derry was born with powers that terrified her parents. They delivered her to a nunnery to be raised in secret. Jathe, a wise sorceress, discovered the young girl and trained her to one day use the secret hidden in her soul.
Legends spoken around campfires hinted the sole way to destroy Ayrradex was when the hearts of a knight and a golden dragon became one. But after a vicious battle with Ayrradex, the golden dragon was thought to be dead.
Can Prince Hawkyns’s bravery and Derry’s powers end the reign of the devil-beast’s terror?
Hawkyns shifted his weight away from the tree trunk and then let it swing Pariset closer. “On the next swing, go!”
The relief was instant in his hands and arms when Pariset jumped to safety. Fear filled his gut as he waited for a call.
“I’m safe. I’m safe.” Relief was evident in the boy’s voice.
Hawkyns heaved a sigh then pulled himself up and inched back towards the main part of the tree. He rested just above Pariset. “Hey lad, were ye trying to fly like a bird?”
Pariset shook his head. It took a moment for his voice to be heard. “I don’t like to be flying. On the good ground is where I belong.”
Hawkyns laughed. “Then let us get ye back down? Are ye hurt? Can ye climb?”
“Not hurt. Shook up a bit. But I be climbing since I was a tot.”
Giving Pariset the respect he had just earned, Hawkyns did not school him on how to climb down. Hawkyns knew, at that moment, the boy had just moved one pace closer to manhood.
Hawkyns dropped the last few feet and landed next to Pariset. The boy was on his knees, retching into the soil. When there was silence, Hawkyns asked, “Ye done now?”
“Aye.” The answer was weak and unsure. Pariset stood on wobbly legs.
“Can ye walk?”
“Aye.” He moved one pace, dropped to his knees and retched again.
“Can ye crawl to that tree and we’ll rest until yer body settles?” Hawkyns sat back against a tree. He did not laugh. He did not grin. As a lad, he had experienced that moment of total fear and he knew Pariset just need a moment to recover.
Pariset sighed as he settled next to Hawkyns and rested against the tree.
“The ground is good?” Hawkyns asked, rubbing his aching shoulders.
Wishing to distract the boy’s thoughts from what had occurred, Hawkyns said, “So how did ye find us?”
“Derry. She came to me in a dream. She told me where to come.”
Hawkyns raised his eyebrows. “Why?”
“I know not why. But I am here.”
About Daryl Devore
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. She has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via Books2Read.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.