C.D. Gorri

She's given up on love, but he’s just begun…

After five hundred years of servitude, Dragon shifter Callius Falk and his three brothers are finally freed from their bonds. Callius has one mission, to find his true mate.

Winifred Castillo spends her nights tending bar at The Thirsty Dog, a local favorite in Maccon City, New Jersey. After her boyfriend skips town with her rent money, she’s sworn off men. For good.

But what’s a Werewolf to do when a dark-haired stranger with golden eyes and rippling muscles claims her as his mate?

   

Falk Clan Tales

Noelle stood on the rooftop of Castle Falk. It was Christmas Eve, her favorite time of year. She’d just given her virginity to a man that she fully believed she was in love with, even though she knew him for a total of about ninety minutes. Said man just confessed that he was a five-hundred and ten-year old Dragon. An IceDragon to be exact.


“Are you warm enough?” Sander called above the wind. Snowflakes were falling heavily from the white sky and Noelle nodded as she snuggled down deeper into her borrowed parka.


He closed his brilliant teal eyes, and Noelle felt her heart pound. Holy crap. It was like every Christmas wish she’d ever made times ten was about to come true. Dragons? Real Dragons? Holy Christmas Wishes.


Chapter 8