Tuesday, April 24, 2018

New Release and Tuesday Teaser



It's Release Day! Prison Moon: Dragon Fire has finally hit the virtual bookshelves and to celebrate, I have another small snippet from the story. This is the very first kiss Toren and Sara share.

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“Sleep, Sarra. The sun will find us soon enough.” He said nothing for long minutes then lifted his head, his knees pressing more firmly into the back of her own. “Unless you would rather mate. I will stay awake for that.”

Had he read her mind? Oh hell, please don’t let him be able to read minds!

She laughed. It was a nervous reaction, nothing more, but it must not have seemed that way to him. He flipped her onto her back so fast, she barely had time to realize he’d done it before he was laying half on top of her, one muscled leg draping over hers to rest between her thighs and there was no mistaking the growing hardness pressing against her hip or the fact her dress was halfway up her backside, her girly parts now exposed.

“Why do you laugh?” He’d let go of her breast but his hand lay flat between them. “I said nothing amusing.”

She didn’t reply. He wouldn’t have understood what she said anyway, so what was the point?

The hand resting between her breasts slid up to the small strap on the ridiculous dress she wore, his fingers brushing it off her shoulder. “I can make it very pleasing, Sarra.”

I just bet you could.

His fingers were a barely-there whisper across her shoulder, his eyes following the path of his hand as he tickled the skin over her collarbone, then up her chin to land on her lips. “Does your kind share kehus with each other?”

The word does not translate filled her head. Did that mean sex? Heat flooded her body as her earlier thought came racing back into her head. She’d had sex partners who weren’t remotely as hot as Toren—not even her ex—but she wasn’t easy. Never had been and turning into a raging slut now seemed a bit inappropriate. She’d only been here three days.

Her thoughts were cut off when he leaned down, lowering his head until his mouth was mere inches from her own, until they were sharing breath, and that intoxicating scent of sweet spices filled her head again.

“I can show you how.”

The fingers he’d used to map out the contours of her face slid into her hair and before she could say anything, his mouth was on hers, sliding across in a soft nip once, twice, three times before she sucked in a soft breath. The brush of his tongue on her sensitive lips caught her off guard. When he slid past them and licked inside her mouth, every hair on her body stood on end as she moaned. The scent on his skin grew stronger and her traitorous body responded, her womb clenching tight as heat pooled between her legs. Every wet touch of his tongue caused some wanton part of her to throb and even though she knew she shouldn’t be making out with a total stranger, she kissed him back.


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Dragon Fire is available at Amazon and Kindle Unlimited!
 
 

Monday, April 23, 2018

Prison Moon: Dragon Fire Excerpt Snippet




We're 1 day away from the release of DRAGON FIRE!! I have one last excerpt to share with you today. In this scene, Sara is seeing more than of Toren than she thought she would.



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A splash of water brought her head up. Toren was climbing out of the stream, water sluicing down his body as he climbed back up the bank onto the grass. The small beads of water glistened in the sunlight as they raced toward the ground and she followed them down, stopping when she reached his cock. It had looked big the night before, hidden in shadows but now— 
She swallowed to moisten her throat. Maybe she was a slut at heart because the sight of that much meat made her thighs damp. His body was free of any hair and those strange tattoos on his arm and side ran down his hip to the top of his thigh, the swirling pattern reminding her of flames the more she looked at them. It took her a few seconds to realize he’d stopped walking. A glance at his face told her why. She’d been with enough men to recognize the lust in their eyes when they wanted her and the look Toren was giving her made her pulse leap. Her breath caught and she gave another quick glance to his cock before looking away, reaching for the melons. “I suppose this is breakfast.” She didn’t expect an answer from him but saw him continue walking toward her out of the corner of her eye. The cloth he’d covered her with was lying by her knee. She gathered it and held it out to him. “Thanks for this, even though it wasn’t really necessary.” 
“Why is your skin turning red?” 
The heat filling her face exploded at his words, her neck and ears burning as she blushed. “Probably because you’re completely naked, have a body hot enough to stop traffic, and have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in person, which is only inches from my face, and for once I’m extremely glad you have no idea what I’m actually saying.” She shook the cloth at him until he took it from her hand and wrapped it back around his hips. When he was covered, she peeked at him through her lashes just to make sure he wasn’t still flashing her. He wasn’t.



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Dragon Fire is available for pre-order exclusively at Amazon and will be available on Kindle Unlimited. If you'd like to read the first 5 chapters, you can find them HERE.






Friday, April 13, 2018

Prison Moon: Dragon Fire Extended Excerpt


We're only 1 week and 4 days away from the release of PRISON MOON: DRAGON FIRE! I'm so freaking excited to share this book with y'all so I'm back with another teaser.

I shared Chapter One back last week so if you haven't read it yet, you can find it HERE, then come back over and keep reading!








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Prison Moon: Dragon Fire
copyright ©2018 Lily Graison


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SARA

The temperature dropped twenty degrees when Sara stepped it into the shelter of the trees. The thick canopy above her head blocked most of the sun, leaving the jungle a cool, crisp break from the oppressive heat of the Wastes.
The fear she felt when she first woke on the alien ship was nothing compared to now. Her heart hammered in her chest as if it would burst. Her eyes stung with tears she didn’t have time to shed and the urge to sit down and start screaming was so strong she had to force herself to not give in and do it. 
A flash of movement to her right caught her attention. She glanced that way and saw Marcy. She shot her a look as they ran, jumping limbs and scrambling underbrush until her lungs screamed for air and her legs ached from exertion.
The noise behind them grew. She looked over her shoulder and saw a mass of bodies in varying shapes and sizes, the snarls and growls turning into horrified screams, some human, some not. The human screams went silent a few moments later. She lifted her knees up higher, the phrase, run for your life, whispering through her head. She didn’t know what was happening to the other women who were on that ship with her and she didn’t have time to stop and find out or mourn the fact she knew some of them weren’t going to make it. Neither would she if she didn’t keep going. Keeping Marcy in her peripheral, she ran until the pain in her legs and side were so intense tears filled her eyes, the noises behind her grew distant, and the trees in the jungle started to grow farther apart. Vines crawled stone walls and the smell of dirt and something that reminded her of wet moss filled the air.
A tree larger than any she’d ever seen in her life loomed in the distance. The trunk was as large as a building, gnarled roots stretching like bony fingers were half unburied and snaking across the ground. As they neared it, she stopped running. 
The far side of the tree was sitting on a structure of some kind, the roots draping the top and running down the front to crawl back into the dirt. It was four stories tall, great columns standing sentry by the open doorway. Vines crawled up the face of the stone to partially hide it from view. The stone was crumbled in places and large pieces of the structure littered the ground. It was abandoned now, nothing more than half-fallen rubble and broken stone. 
Marcy stopped beside her and leaned over, bracing her hands on her knees. Sara sucked in gasps of air and placed a hand on her side and tried to walk off the stitch of pain aching at her waist. She looked through the trees behind them. Whatever had been coming for them wasn’t any longer. The growls and shrieks were now silent.
“What do you think that was used for?”
Sara huffed out a breath and looked at the stone walls in front of them. “Hard to say.” She stopped pacing and faced the structure, looking up the length of it. It was massive, whatever it was. The entrance was big enough for six people to walk inside abreast. Strange writing covered a stone tablet over the door and ran down both sides. “A bigger question is why is it here? If this is a prison moon, why build something like this only to let it go to ruin?”
Marcy stumbled to the structure and sat down near one of the huge columns flanking the door, resting her back against the crumbling stone. “I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t always a prison.”
“Maybe.” Sara turned in a slow circle, taking in the surrounding jungle. It was quiet here. Too quiet, actually. There wasn’t a rustle of leaves, not a chirp of insects or birds. The entire area was—tomblike. “Do you hear that, Marcy?”
Her new friend raised her head. “Hear what?”
“Exactly.”
Marcy raised an eyebrow.
“Listen.”
Long minutes passed as Marcy looked left, then right, before looking back at her. “It’s too quiet.”
She nodded and joined her next to the stone structure. “Think we should be worried?”
“When I hear something coming through the trees growling, then I’ll be worried.”
She had a point. Her legs ached as she lowered herself to the ground. “I can’t remember the last time I ate.”
“Me either. I’m starving.”
She gave the too-quiet jungle a once over. “You don’t suppose there’s a Shop n’ Save hidden out there somewhere, do you? I’d kill for a candy bar.”
Marcy snorted a laugh. “If only.”
“I know. I could drink a gallon of water, too.” She sat until her breathing returned to normal, then stood. “Now what?”
Marcy shrugged. “I don’t suppose hailing a cab will do much good.”
“Probably not.” She studied the surrounding jungle. There was nothing but trees and vines as far as she could see. “Do you want to stay here or move on and look for food and water? As much as I’d like to hide and never come out, the rule of three will take us out if we do.”
Marcy’s raised eyebrows said she had no idea what she was talking about.
“The rule of three. We can only go three weeks without food, three days without water, and three minutes without air. I’m not worried about the last one but the first two will kill us even if we manage to stay out of sight and nothing finds us.” 
“Well, when you put it that way, food and water is the main priority.” Marcy stood and pulled down her short skirt. “I wish they would have given us something less revealing to wear. I feel naked in this getup.”
Sara ran her gaze over Marcy’s short dress. She was practically naked. She could see enough through the shimmery material to know Marcy preferred a bikini wax and was a true redhead. “I think the less part was on purpose.”
“So you don’t think the locals are going to eat us?”
Sara raised an eyebrow at her. “Define eat.”
Marcy made a face and shuddered. “Never mind.” 
She moved away from the stone structure and stared into the jungle. It was still silent. Not hearing any birds or insects buzzing was just—eerie. It was as if nothing wanted to be here. Maybe they shouldn’t be either. “Which way should we go?” she asked, turning back to look at Marcy.
“I don’t know. It all looks the same to me.”
It did to her, too. “All right, then. Eenie-meanie-miny-mo.” She nodded to the right. “Let’s go this way.” They’d taken several dozen steps when Marcy grabbed her arm.
“Shhh. Listen.”
Sara stared at her. Marcy’s eyes were comically wide, her mouth forming a perfect, “O”. She heard what Marcy did a few moments later. The sound of feet against the ground, the steady thump of things running, the creak and crash of limbs breaking and falling. They were coming. “Oh, shit. What do you want to do?”
Marcy looked out into the surrounding jungle, fear shining in her eyes. “I don’t know.” When she turned and looked back at the stone structure, she did too. Sara had no idea what lay beyond that columned doorway but it couldn’t be any worse than what waited for them out here. She hoped.




Sara

The light streaming through the doorway only shined a short distance inside the darkened interior. Five steps in and she was plunged into darkness. Sara felt her way around, one hand on the wall to her right, each step cautious as the stone corridor gushed cold, stale air. She paused and looked behind her. “You still back there?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
She nodded, not that Marcy could see her, and turned back to the darkness and continued walking. A few broken pieces of stone litter the floor. The sound they made when her foot connected with them was loud in the stillness, along with her hissed curses. Like the sorry excuse for a dress, the aliens hadn’t bothered giving them decent shoes as most of her foot was exposed. 
She took careful steps and when her hand reached the end of the wall, she stopped. “The wall ends here.” Should she continue forward? The light was so faint she couldn’t even see her hand in front of her. Feeling along the stone, she felt the gentle curve that indicated another passageway veering off to the right. “I think there’s another hallway here.” She took a small step, tracing the wall with her hand and paused when Marcy grabbed the back of her dress. 
“Lead the way,” she said. “I’m right behind you.”
They turned the corner and Sara stared into total darkness. Three steps in and she stopped. “I can’t see a thing, Marcy. I could lead us straight off into a bottomless pit for all I know.”
“Then we’ll go back.” A gentle tug on her dress and she turned, following Marcy around the corner. “Now what?”
“I don’t know.” They both look back to the sunny entrance. “I think I’d rather stay here in the dark than try to outrun whatever that is out there chasing us. Did you get a look at them?”
“No,” Marcy said. “I was too busy trying to outrun them to worry about what they looked like. If they are even half as ugly as those aliens on the ship, then I don’t want to meet any of them face to face. Let’s go back around the corner. I’d rather not be in plain sight of the entrance in case one of them looks inside. Unlike us, they may be able to see perfectly fine in the dark.”
They move back into the darkness and waited. The noise from outside grew louder as they stood there. Grunts and snarls like they’d heard when they were told to run filled the air and the sound of feet hitting the ground, the crash of vegetation being uprooted, and the occasional scream caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end. 
The light from the entrance didn’t shine far up the corridor they came through leaving everything in total darkness but once Sara’s eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw a flickering, pale glow. “Do you see that, Marcy?” 
“See what?”
She pointed to her left then lowered her arm knowing Marcy couldn’t see it. “Over there to the left. That blue light.”
Marcy was silent for long moments then whispered, “I see it. What do you suppose it is?”
She had no clue. It could be a pool of crisp, clean water, a sanctuary filled with mounds of edible fruits, or the glow of some creatures eyes. Stooping down she felt for a stone and stood when she had one, then tossed it toward the glow.
The light flickered, then more lit the area until she could see what appeared to be some sort of doorway. She peeked around the corner. Seeing no trace of the things looking for them, she hurried as fast as she darted across the dark corridor to the other side, stepping into the fissure she saw in the stone wall.
“Sara, where are you going?”
She shushed her and took a cautious step and peeked around the corner, then gasped. “Holy shit, Marcy. Come look at this.”
“What is it?”
“I’m not sure but you’ll want to see it.”
Shuffling noises filled the silence long moments before Marcy leaned against her back. Careful of where she stepped, she moved forward and stared at the cavern below. It was enormous, the air cool, and she could hear what she thought was the faint sound of running water. The chamber smelled musty with the scent of dirt and mold but something like a sweet perfume mingled with it. She closed her eyes and inhaled, a small tingle rushing through her veins as the scent seemed to fill every ounce of her being and she wanted to roll in it, pull it in close, and bury her face in whatever it was and live there forever.
“What is that stench?”
“Huh?”
“Don’t you smell that?”
“I don’t smell anything bad. What’s it smell like?” A set of stone stairs led down into the cavern below and she turned her head to look at Marcy. “How stupid is it to go down there?”
Marcy studied the corridor behind them, the stone steps, then the twinkling lights high up on the ceiling. “No more than going back out into the jungle and waiting for the locals to find us.”
She had a point. “Shall we?”
With one last glance at the sun-lit entrance, she nodded her head. “Might as well. Lead the way.”
They headed down. Those blue twinkling lights lit the stairs and enough of the wall to see it was wet in places. A few drops of moisture dripped onto her shoulders as they made their way carefully down the stone steps. Halfway down, her first hunch was proven correct. There was water here. The sound of it grew louder with every step they took. When they reach the bottom of the stairs, the cavern opened up into a massive cave and neither spoke. 
The entire ceiling and most of the walls glittered with those soft blue flickering lights. There were so many it lit the cavern enough to see from one end to the next. She turned in a circle to take in the whole room. It was massive, the walls made of stone, the ceiling several stories high. 
Marcy took a step closer to her and put a hand to her nose. “Something feels off about this place and the stench is making my eyes water.”
Sara inhaled but still smelled nothing offensive. “I don’t smell anything, Marcy.”
Her new friend’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding me?”
“No. Dirt, mold and something—“ She inhaled deeply again. “Decadently sweet.”
Marcy gaped at her. “If you don’t smell that, then something is wrong with you.”
She laughed. “I swear, I smell something sweet …” She inhaled again. “And a hint of some exotic spice.” 
“Do you have a brain tumor you didn’t tell me about?”
“A brain tumor?”
“Don’t people smell weird things when they have one?”
“I don’t know but it would be just my luck. As if being abducted by aliens wasn’t enough to worry about.” 
As pretty and inviting as those soft blue lights were, Marcy’s earlier assessment about this place was right. It was a bit on the creepy side. The crumbling stone structure with its climbing vines and weathered facade gave it a haunting vibe, even more so now that they were inside. The building was nothing but ruins and from the looks of it, hadn’t been used in years, but it felt as if they were trespassing. The place felt—tomblike. 
She took three steps further into the massive space and her foot hit a stone that skittered across the floor. The noise was loud and echoed in the silence. The pale blue light above their heads flickered and as she watched, started to move. “Do you see that, Marcy?”
“Yes, they’re moving,” 
Half of the lights suddenly fell away from the others and as they did, Sara saw them for what they were. They resembled a small moth or butterfly, their tiny wings glowing blue in the darkness. They danced in patterns around the chamber. Their light illuminated the cavern enough to see so she moved further away from the stairs. When she reached the center of the room, she stared at a mass of curving stone the length of the cavern and nearly as tall. “What do you suppose that is?” She tilted her head back, studying it. It took several long minutes to realize the rounded shape took on an actual form.
Marcy walked around the side of it and started taking a few steps backward until she was halfway across the chamber. “I think it’s a dragon.” 
Sara joined her in the middle of the chamber, then smiled. “I think so, too.”
The size of the room made sense now that she saw the dragon statue. He was laying down, his wings curled close to his body. Marcy crossed to the wall near the head of the dragon statue, looking at it with her head cocked to one side. “What do you see?”
“Come take a look.”
The glowing butterflies were attached to the wall Marcy was staring at so it wasn’t hard to see the chiseled carvings and colored drawings. Dragons by the hundreds filled the wall, some in flight, others standing by what looked like humans. “Is it just me, or does that strike you as odd? They look like—”
“—Us.” Marcy reached out and traced one of the human-looking figures with the tip of her finger. “I would have thought drawings of people on an alien planet would look like—well, an alien. Not human.”
“Me too.” Sara studied the drawings. They ran the length of the wall, some easier to see than others. Time had leeched the color from them and whatever this place was, it was old. “The human-looking aliens are about as odd as the dragons.”
“How so?”
“Well, we have stories and legends of dragons on earth. What are the odds of us seeing depictions of them here, on an alien planet?”
“Yeah, I see your point.” Marcy chewed her thumbnail as she stared at the drawings. “Well, we know aliens exist now, so maybe our myths about dragons were started by someone from here visiting earth.”
“Possible. As much weird shit that’s happened to me over the past however long those Big Head’s snatched me, I’ll not be surprised by anything much anymore.”
They separated and searched the chamber but found nothing but dirt and mounds of cloth so rotten it fell apart the moment they touched it. The sound of water running was still present, though. It was a faint hum in the background.
She walked around the other side of the dragon statue, its head laying on the ground as if it were sleeping. She trailed a hand across one large horn, winding her way behind it and stopped when she saw a dim light. It was another opening. “Marcy, I think I found another passage.” She walked to the opening, staring down the length of it. The light grew brighter the further down the passageway. When Marcy stepped up beside her, Sara asked, “Door number two or stay where we are?”
“Keep going. I hear water and where there’s water, there might be food.”
Sara nodded her head and stepped into the passageway and started walking toward the light. Unlike the entrance they came in, this hall was lit enough to see. Other doorways led to places so dark they made her uncomfortable and they hurried past them. Irrational fear caused her heart to race as she imagined something coming out of those dark voids and grabbing her. 
The light grew brighter with every step and unlike the dim bug-lit cavern they’d left behind, the next wide cavern they stepped into flared with light so bright, she had to close her eyes. She shielded them with one hand and blinked several times, giving her eyes time to adjust, and smiled when she could open them without the glare.
Marcy stopped beside her and lifted her hand to pinch her nose. “Ugh, it stinks worse here.”
Sara still didn’t smell anything bad and wondered if Marcy wasn’t the one with the brain tumor instead of her.
The cavern they now stood in wasn’t as large as the other but the water she heard running was here, a small trickle coming down what looked like a fountain attached to the wall to splash into a small pool beneath it. She ran to it and held her hands under the stream, catching a palm full before smelling it. There wasn’t any sort of oder to it and it looked clear. The water drained through her fingers and she held her hands back under the stream to catch more—then tasted it, and smiled. “It’s good.” She and Marcy drank their fill before splashing their faces, arms, and necks. The water was cool and if the small pool it splashed into were bigger, she would have been tempted to sit right down in it and have a proper bath.
Sara stepped away after her body was cooled and she felt less sticky and looked around the cavern. Sun shined from a hole in the ceiling and the far left wall was missing. The jungle was visible, allowing anything out there, inside. She watched the trees and underbrush for movement but saw nothing and assumed they were safe for now.
 Marcy was still splashing water on her body as she wandered away from the pool. The wall behind it was smooth and unlike the rest of the structure, made of slick, smooth stone. She walked to the center of the cavern and noticed that sweet scent she’d smelled earlier was heavier here. She turned in a slow circle, wondering where it was coming from. 
Further down from the fountain of water was another small opening. She crossed the space and peered inside. More steps led further down and she’d found the source of the sweet scent she kept smelling. It was here, whatever it was. “I found something. There’s another set of stairs over here.” She looked over her shoulder at Marcy. “Should we go see what’s down here?”
Marcy eyed the doorway, then the sunlit chamber. “You can go. I didn’t lose anything down there and I’m not a fan of dark places.”
Sara took a small step inside the doorway, feeling her way along the wall. She saw the stairs cut into the rock wall and moved toward them. Her foot hit something and it skittered across the floor and down the stairs, clanking over the side before it fell. And fell. It took some time before she heard it hit something again. This room was deep and pitch black near the bottom and even though her eyes adjusted to the dim interior, she still couldn’t see but halfway down. “It’s too dark anyway,” she said over her shoulder. “I can’t see a thing past the first couple dozen stairs.”
“Then don’t go messing around in there. If you fall down those steps, I’m not coming after you.”
She turned to leave but stopped when she heard what sounded like a deep sigh. She peered into the darkness, a chill running up her spine. Was something down there? She backed toward the doorway. Was this where the imagined boogyman she’d envisioned grabbing her in the corridor they’d walked through lived? She didn’t wait to find out.
Once she was bathed in sunlight again, she distanced herself from the doorway and looked toward the jungle. Just like in the front where they entered the ruins, nothing moved here either. She turned her head to look back at the dark room she’d just been in and remembered the sound she’d thought was a sigh. Maybe there was something down there and that was the reason nothing moved here. 

She took a deep breath then shook her head. She was getting herself worked up over nothing, scaring herself needlessly. She walked back to the pool of water and dismissed the entire idea. There was nothing down there. She’d heard nothing more than wind whistling through another corridor somewhere below in the darkness. Probably. She hoped so. If the noise she’d heard really had been a sigh, the creature that made it would have had to be huge.


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Monday, April 2, 2018

Prison Moon: Dragon Fire Excerpt


Happy Monday!!!

We're only 3 weeks away from the release of DRAGON FIRE!!! I'm so excited to share this book. I don't think I've had this much fun writing in years and can't wait for you to read it. I've posted another excerpt today from Toren and Sara's story. The small snippet below is the first time Toren sees Sara. If you missed last week's post where I shared the entire 1st chapter you can find that HERE.




Prison Moon: Dragon Fire
Copyright ©2018 Lily Graison


Something hit him in the head. Toren opened one eye and peered into the darkness. The lair he’d been calling home looked exactly the same as it had when he’d last closed his eyes. He saw nothing out of place other than a stone not far from his nose. Was that what hit him? He lifted his head and looked around the chamber. Nothing moved but he could hear the steady thump of a heartbeat. It was coming from above.

He yawned, then sniffed the air. The scent of something unfamiliar filled the upper cavern. The sound of voices floated on the breeze but it was a language he’d never heard before.

A shadow along the top of the stairs drew his gaze. It moved from left to right and as it stepped into the light of the upper chamber doorway, he saw its small shape.

Someone was in the temple.

He stretched out his limbs, then stood, raising his snout into the air where he saw the shadow move again. The heartbeats grew louder as he moved his head closer to the door and he noticed two different rhythms instead of one. Did he get lucky and have a meal come to him? He’d not eaten in ages. Should he thank whoever it was careless enough with their life to trespass where he slept or just eat them without a word?

A glance around the lair showed nothing disturbed. The darkness hid what remained of the temple hoard from prying eyes so if someone was here for the treasure, they hadn’t come down for it yet. Every gold coin and glittering jewel the priest who once lived in this temple had gathered as an offering was still nestled in close to him. Nothing was missing that he could see. He’d had centuries to count every last piece of it. He’d know if something was gone.

He looked back at the entrance of the lair and wondered what sort of creature lurked out there. They must be new to this world. Not many who lived here now ventured into the ruins and those who did never made it back out. Even though most of them were vile and tasted like ash in his mouth he’d stayed hidden too long to be found. Those who ruled this world now didn’t know he was here and he liked it that way, which is why he made sure anything that came inside never left. He’d protect this lair if he had to eat every foul creature that ventured inside, including the two making so much noise in the upper chamber.

He shifted and his tail slid along the hoard making the pile shift and slide. He raised his head higher until his eye was level with the entrance and he squinted against the bright rays of sunlight that flooded the upper chamber. The shadow from earlier was there, still moving back and forth and once his vision cleared he saw it for what it is. A female—the first he’d seen in over two hundred years.

The air blowing through the doorway carried the faint scent of sweat against heated skin, the unique sweetness only a female carried, and that distinct feminine musk between her legs made every nerve in his body sing with anticipation. A rumbling growl vibrated through his chest as he watched her, muscles attuned to every move she made. He sat there unmoving, watching her until the shadows in the room shifted as the sun arched across the sky and by the time she moved to the crumbling outer walls as if to leave, the word, mine, was thundering through his head.

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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Prison Moon - Dragon Fire - 1st Chapter Preview


My first book in the Prison Moon Series is set to release on April 24th! I'm beyond excited to share this new world I've created with Alexandra Marell. Take a peek below at the first chapter of my contribution to the series, DRAGON FIRE.

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Abducted by aliens and housed in an airtight room with twenty other girls wasn’t Sara’s idea of a good time. Neither was being dropped into the jungle of a Prison Moon, but for the rest of the galaxy, it was. She was the entertainment. The game? Survive the lawless alien criminals who ran wild or die trying, but there was no outrunning a dragon, and he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let her go. 

Toren has spent the last several centuries sleeping beneath the rubble of an abandoned temple. The wars decimated his world and now was used as a dumping ground for the most vile creatures in the galaxy. A Prison Moon where it was kill or be killed. He slumbers to escape but awakes when a female, the first he’s seen in centuries, stumbles into his lair. And now that he’s seen her, he’s not letting her go. 

But the corporation that runs Prison Moon One has other plans. Broadcasting a televised event across the galaxy of an Arena fight between a live dragon and any willing to fight him will bring in more viewers, and money, than they could imagine. All they had to do was catch him and to do that, they had to take the girl.




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SARA

The screaming finally stopped. Sara closed her eyes and sighed in relief. The wild beating pulse in her head from the artificial light caused the headache she couldn’t get rid of to pound harder with each beat of her heart and the screaming only made it worse. Not that she blamed the girl. If it had been her on the receiving end of that last attack, she’d still be screaming too.
Everyone shifted nervously, some in small clusters talking in hushed whispers. Every face she looked at wore the same shell-shocked expression. Hers probably did too. Foul odors filled the room, the stink of unwashed bodies and human waste lingering in the air, and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed to not throw up. She tried to block it out, to imagine she was somewhere other than the cargo hold of a spaceship headed for who knew where. She snorted a laugh. Aliens. It was still too fantastical to believe but she did. She’d seen them. 
She’d been a skeptic until she stepped out of the shower and her entire dorm room was flooded with light so bright she’d been momentarily blinded. The darkness that followed was a blessing she fought to get back after opening her eyes to this. A small metal, doorless room filled with frightened women who either spent their time crying, complaining or screaming to be let out. Hence the headache.
A section of the wall to her left opened to reveal a door that hadn’t been there before. The chirping noise she’d come to recognize as some sort of language filled the room moments later. One of the aliens she liked to call Big Heads walked in and the screamer started up again. Sara’s head throbbed more intensely at the shrill noise. She would have thrown a shoe at the girl if she’d had one on.
Three aliens stopped just inside the doorway. As many times as she’d seen these guys, she still stared. The alien’s neck was as long as her arm, its head three sizes too large for his body. She wasn’t sure how he even held it up but somehow managed. His bug-like eyes were large bulbs sticking off the side of his head and as horrid as they looked, they smelled even worse. Like ammonia mixed with wild onions. Every time one got near, her sinuses burned. Maybe it was the slimy substance that clung to their skin or some pheromone only other ugly aliens would find attractive. They were brown for the most part but dark green strips slashed across their flesh in neat rows. She would have nicknamed them something closer resembling a lion but Big Head had popped into her mind first. They all wore dark gray, one-piece suits of some kind, each with a wide belt around their waists where gadgets of varying size hung in small pockets along the belt.
The Big Head who walked into the room made a motion with his hands that looked as if he wanted them to stand. Those able to do so wasted no time obeying him, herself included. The last girl who didn’t was still lying in a heap over along the wall. Sara glanced the girls way. As she’d been most of the day, the blonde stared straight ahead at nothing, her eyes unblinking. Her torn clothing hung off her slim frame, scratches and blood staining her thighs. Tears filled Sara’s vision. She blinked them away and turned back to the same aliens who’d done such vile things to the poor girl. The memories still made her my stomach churn. If she lived to be a thousand, she’d never get the images out of her head. Had it been her, she’d be lying over there staring at nothing, too.
She gritted her teeth and turned her attention to the Big Heads, leaving the girl to her fate. She wiped tears she wasn’t even aware she’d been shedding away with one shoulder. They did no one any good to shed now, anyway. Life as they knew it was over.
The chirping language they spoke spilled from one of the Big Head’s fish-like mouth before he pointed at the door. He grabbed the blonde closet to him and shoved her out, then grabbed another. They were being moved. As much as she feared what these aliens were going to do with them, sitting in this stinking hole of a room was getting to be too much. She’d take a walk and breathe fresher smelling air if they wanted her to. 
The corridor was dark with small green lights lining the floor of the walkway. It was colder here with a faint odor she couldn’t place but it wasn’t human waste so she inhaled deeply to clear her head. The metal under her feet felt like she was walking on ice and she’d have given anything for shoes—or clothes. She crossed her arms over her bare chest when she neared the Big Head on her way down the hall, not that it mattered. It wasn’t like he couldn’t see she was a fan of the Hollywood wax with just a glance. Thankfully it was growing back in but not nearly fast enough. 
Being the only girl abducted in her birthday suit drew more attention than she liked, even from them. The blonde they’d taken turns amusing themselves with early came to mind and she shuddered before lowering one arm in an attempt to cover her bare lady parts. 
A doorway at the end of the corridor came into view. The line of girls in front of her slowed and she watched as each girl was ushered inside. No one screamed after going in so it was too soon to panic. As she was ushered forward, her headache grew along with her racing pulse. The doorway loomed ahead, the light coming from inside almost blinding. When she stepped inside, the room was bare. The walls were white, the light overhead, bright. A noise on the other side of the wall drew her attention and she peeked around the corner—and wished she hadn’t. Her racing pulse stuttered, then raced when the girl in front of her was grabbed, the Big Head just on the other side of the wall taking her arm and sticking it with something that resembled a needle. The girl fell as if dead, another alien there to catch her before she hit the ground.
Sara screamed as the Big Head waiting behind her pushed her forward, the needle-like thing in the other ones hand biting into her skin moments before the world went dark.



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SARA

Voices pulled her from sleep. Sara opened her eyes and groaned. Her headache was worse and a spot behind her right ear pounded so hard it stung. Raising her hand, she brushed her fingers over the spot and winced. It was tender and wet. Pulling her hand away, she saw her fingers smeared with blood. 
“It’s an implant.”
A girl with long red hair was staring at her. She looked ragged, her curly hair in tangles around her face. Dark circles lay like bruises underneath her green eyes and even though she was thin, her pixie-like features didn’t look as gaunt as some of the others. This girl had been taken recently. Sara sat up and wiped the spot behind her ear again. “What kind of implant?”
The girl tilted her head a fraction to the right, motioning to the front of the room. Three Big Heads were there, talking. Sara’s eyes widened. It wasn’t the chirping she’d been hearing since waking up on an alien spacecraft, but actual words. They were speaking English. Or rather, she was hearing English. She rubbed the spot behind her ear again. “It’s a translator?”
“I think so.” The girl slid closer. “I didn’t understand them before today so I’m assuming that’s what the wound behind my ear is from. They did knock us all out. I’m thinking it was to insert something into our heads.”
“Wonderful.
The girl looked at me and the corner of her lips turn up into a tiny smile. “I’m Marcy, by the way.”
“Sara.” A glance around the room told her it wasn’t in the same one they’d been in before. This one was clean and feces-free. “Do you know what’s happening? Why we’re here?”
Marcy shook her head. “Not really, but I don’t think its good, whatever it is.” She took a shuddering breath. “From what I’ve been able to hear, we’re to be used for some sort of entertainment.”
Sara raised an eyebrow. “Entertainment for who? And how?”
“Don’t know.” She motioned behind us. Sara turned and when she saw what Marcy pointed at, she gasped. 
A large section of the wall was glass, or something similar, and beyond it sat thousands of stars in a vast ocean of darkness. Since the moment she woke after the abduction, she’d prayed this was all a bad dream, that someone spiked her drink and she was having a really bad drug-induced trip, but what sat beyond that window wasn’t anything her imagination could come up with. 
There were two planets in the distance and sitting between them and the ship was a ring of scattered rock that spanned the entire length of the window from left to right. The rocks varied in size. Some were as large as a bus, others as small as a basketball. It looked like an asteroid belt of some kind. 
Further in the distance, behind the two planets, a massive cloud of stars glimmered like diamonds. The entire thing shined in shades of gold, blue, red and purple. A nebula, if she wasn’t mistaken. One large enough to see its brilliance with the naked eye. As much as she wanted this to be a bad dream, she could no longer deny it. She really was in an alien ship—in deep space. 
A series of hissing noises filled the air, and a few screams followed as gravity seems to disappear to leave them floating in mid-air. Sara reached out to grab anything she could and found Marcy’s arm. Long minutes later, the artificial gravity returned and they fell back to the floor. Grunts and groans followed, Sara’s elbow aching and she laid there a few moments, then sat up. 
She looked at the window again. They were landing. The planet wasn’t blue like earth. The colors below were varied with wide oceans of red, green and teal. As they drew closer, the window turned white, her view of the planet below gone.
Chortling laughter filled the room. Four Big Heads leaned against the wall looking at them. One said, “Welcome to your new home,” before they all started to laugh harder
“Get up,” another said. They stood and for the first time since waking, Sara realized she was clothed—sort of. The thin gown she wore was loose fitting and sleeveless. The cut was low in the front with a deep “v” which bared more breast than it should. Not that is mattered. It was barely long enough to cover her ass and nearly see-through but she wasn’t about to complain. It was better than being naked. Plus, everyone else was just as scantily dressed as she was. Soft sandal-like shoes were on her feet and held on with a series of straps that crisscrossed over the top of her foot and tied in the back. They weren’t much, the soles not very sturdy, but it was better than being barefoot.
She glanced at Marcy who still stood by her side. She’d said they were to be entertainment. In this getup, it wasn’t hard to figure out what kind.
They were ushered out of the room and back into the corridor, the same green lights as before glowed dimly along the edge of the floor. They were led into a massive room with a door on one end that was nearly as tall as the entire ship. The floor beneath her feet vibrated and shimmied, the hissing sound from before rumbling past her ears. A solid thunk and bounce later and she assumed they were on the ground.
The other girls murmured and huddled together. She tried to count heads but everyone was standing so close together she gave up. There were at least twenty. Maybe more.
She flicked a gaze to Marcy and noticed the worried look on her face. Her own probably held the same. She had no idea what lay beyond those doors and she didn’t want to find out. Marcy stared at that massive door probably wondering the same thing she was—what would they find on the other side?
“We’re going to die.”
The whispered words are spoken to her left. Sara turned her head to see who’d said it. The girl was tall, her skin tanned a warm tawny brown, her hair so inky black it looked blue under the harsh lights. When she looked over at them, Sara could read every thought going through her mind with one look into her eyes. She really did think they were going to die. 
As the door jolted and hissed, then started to lower, Sara’s first look outside at this alien planet came into view and she was inclined to believe the girl. They probably were going to die.




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SARA

The barren landscape on the other side of the door didn’t look inviting. If anything, it was terrifying. 
The Big Heads ushered everyone out and Sara lingered in the back as long as she could. Marcy looking her way was the only thing that got her moving. She knew next to nothing about Marcy but she was the only person who’d spoken to her and like it or not, she was closest thing to a friend she had at the moment.
Sara’s first look at the strange planet was deceiving. The dry, cracked ground they walked out on was a wide sea of nothing. It stretched all the way to the horizon. A shrill scream filled the air and she turned her head to the right, then sucked in a harsh breath.
On the other side of the ship was a jungle of trees, vines, and thickets of bushes so dense the entire area looked as dark as night. The scream she heard was followed by another, then a snort of breath, moments before the ground shook. “What the hell was that?”
Marcy took a step closer to her side. “I don’t know and I don’t want to find out.”
The tall black haired girl from the ship still lingered close by. She turned to look at them and shook her head. “I told you, we’re going to die.”
Marcy scoffed. “Well, aren’t you just a bucket of sunshine.”
“I’m not being a smartass, I’m just not foolish enough to think everything is going to turn out all right.” She pointed to the barren landscape we stood on, then to the jungle. “We either die out here in the nothing or die in there where I’m pretty sure there are things willing to eat us. We are on an alien planet, you know. I’d hate to even think what waits for us in there.”
Well, when she put it that way. Sara shook her head. “Safety in numbers, then?”
The girl looked at her, then to Marcy. “Safety in numbers.” She reluctantly nodded. “I guess its better than dying alone.”
Marcy crossed her arms over her chest and whispered under her breathe, “Bucket. Of. Sunshine.”
Despite their predicament, Sara smiled. It was the first time since waking up on the ship that she’d felt the desire to do so. Looking at the black haired girl she said, “I’m Sara, by the way,” then jerked her thumb to the right. “And this is Marcy.”
“I’m Emma.” She looked to the jungle. “Not that exchanging names will help us much.” 
“Well, if things go as bad as you say they will,” Marcy mumbled, “Then it’ll give you someone to scream for when you’re dying.”
Sara bit her lip and turned her head so Emma didn’t see her trying not to laugh. She understood Emma’s fear. Her own was climbing pretty high but fear kills and she wasn’t about to die. Not yet, anyway. She’d fight until she wasn’t able to fight anymore.
One of the Big Heads banged something on the metal floor of the ship and they turned in unison to look at him. He stood at the top of the landing staring down at them. 
“Humans,” he said, the words slightly accented. “Welcome to Prison Moon One.”
Prison Moon? That didn’t sound inviting.
Marcy leaned her way. “I hope his use of the word prison doesn’t mean the same thing it means back home.”
“Me either.”
“To prove we’re not heartless, we’re giving you two choices.” The Big Heads voice boomed in the stillness. He pointed to the barren landscape to our left. “You can take your chances in the Wastes or,” he paused and pointed back to the jungle, “try to survive in there.”
The other Big Heads standing nearby made that weird chortling sound Sara came to recognize as laughter. Whatever the joke was, it was apparently on them.
“The Wastes are uninhabited but there’s very little food and even less to water.” He shifted and pointed to the jungle. “In there, you’ll find fresh water, fresh meat if you’re lucky enough to catch and kill it, and an abundance of wild berries and fruits. It will be up to you to figure out which are poisonous and which are not.”
Someone in the front of the group snorted and said, “I’ll pick door number two.”
Sara couldn’t agree more. The jungle held shelter and food. Only an idiot would stay in the Wastes.
The Big Heads fishy mouth split and it looked as if he was trying to smile. He glanced at the other aliens and they seemed to share in his amusement. “Here’s where the other shoe drops,” Sara whispered.
Marcy raised her hand and chewed her thumbnail. “I’m sure you’re right.”
“The jungle holds a few dangers. There are animals who will find you a tempting treat and will most likely kill you so I suggest if you see one, you don’t linger to see if it’s friendly or not.” A few gasps from the girls cause the Big Heads to laugh again. “There are also high cliffs and sheer drop-offs that you’ll need to be careful of and—“
“Here it comes.”
He raised his huge head an inch higher. “There are the prisoners.”
Someone up front said, “Prisoners?”
Sara couldn’t see who said it but it made little difference. Everyone had to be thinking the same thing.
“This is a prison moon,” Big Head continued. “A penal colony for the most dangerous beings in the galaxy. Death sentences are exchanged for banishment and as for the others, when no one else can control them, they are left here. And forgotten.” 
“I guess it does mean the same thing, Marcy.”
“Aren’t we the lucky humans?”
The Big Head drew her attention by doing some weird thing with his mouth again that she assumed was a smile. “Aside from being home to the most vile creatures in the galaxy, Prison Moon One has a duel purpose. You would think life would never get boring in the vast reaches of space, but it does so, everything that happens on this little planet is live streamed to the far reaches of the solar system and for a price, anyone can watch.” He paced to the far side of the doorway and pointed to the sky. “Those are the eyes and ears of this place. They see everything and they’ll be watching you, constantly.”
Someone near the front of the group yelled, “For what?”
The Big Heads laughed again. “For our entertainment, of course.” 
Sara turned to look at the monitors. They were huge triangle shaped prisms and as she watched, one piece broke off from the rest and flew over the jungle, another close behind the first. They were drones of some kind but far more sophisticated than anything she’d seen back on earth. “Reality TV,” she whispered.
“What did you say?” Marcy asked.
“I said, its reality TV.” She shook her head. “It's like those, lost in the wilderness, shows, where the camera follows people around and watches them try to survive.” She pointed to another set of the prisms shaped drones as it broke off from the rest and headed their way. “Only this time, we’re the stars of the show. Us and those criminals they drop off and forget about.”
The Big Heads voice rose and Sara turned back to face him.
“Four times a year supplies are dropped off for the inmates,” he said. “Food, clothing, medicine. Nothing is rationed. It is every man for themselves here and everyone knows their place but … the inmates get restless after being confined for long periods of time with nothing to do but fight to survive.”
Marcy took a step closer. “I have a very bad feeling.”
She did, too.
“Every six months we drop a special sort of supply.” He mouth pursed. “The species of aliens kept here vary but they all have one similarity—the desire to mate. That would be where you come in. ”
Her heart slammed against her ribcage. “And there it is.”
 “As this moon is home to mostly males, female companionship is a prize worth fighting over—so we let them. Some of them are sexually compatible with your kind, some are not, but they won’t care. They’ll mate with you anyway, regardless of the outcome. Some of you will be selected and extracted for The Arena Games. Those inmates not fast enough, or are unwilling to chase you, are allowed to battle to the death in order to claim you. Those of you not selected for the games, will have to survive on your own, and not get caught.” He nodded to the monitors hovering in the sky. “And the entire galaxy gets to watch as you try. So you only have two choices. Let them catch you—or run.”
The moment the words were out of his mouth, Sara heard it. The rustle of branches, the pounding of feet against the ground, snarls, and growls that filled the air loud enough she barely heard the massive door on the spacecraft close. She glanced at it as the hiss of air stirred the dirt around her. It was leaving.
She turned back to the jungle. The noise was getting closer, blood rushing past her ears so fast she heard nothing but the wild pulse of it. 
The natives were coming.
She grabbed Marcy’s arm and tugged her forward, then grabbed Emma. “Move!”
“But they’re in there?” Emma screamed.
“Then die out here of starvation.”
She didn’t wait to see if either of them was going to follow. Honestly, she didn’t give a shit. She barely knew them and their lives meant nothing to her but hers sure as hell did so—she ran.
She ran straight into the jungle where the snarling and growling grew louder and hoped like hell she didn’t meet what was on the other side.

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About Lily Graison


Lily Graison is a USA TODAY bestselling author of historical western romances. Her Willow Creek Series introduced readers to a small Montana town where the west is wild and the cowboys are wilder. Lily also dabbles in contemporary and paranormal romance when the mood strikes and all of her stories range from sweet to spicy with strong female leads and heroes who tend to always get what they want.

She lives in Hickory, North Carolina and on occasion can be found at her sewing machine creating 1800’s period clothing or participating in civil war reenactments and area living history events. When not portraying a southern belle, you can find her at a nearby store feeding her obsession for all things resembling office supplies.

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