An Accident Waiting to Dragon
Abigail Owen
(Brimstone Inc., #3)
Publication date: March 26th 2024
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
It’s not the heat…it’s the pixie dust.
The day her brother died, Gwendolyn Moonsoar fled from her veil of pixies. Grief drove her away, but a broken heart made her stay gone for good. Lucky for Gwen, Brimstone Inc. was there to break her fall. Now, as a special courier transporting the most valuable and dangerous items of the supernatural world, Gwen is good at her job. Damn good. After all, disappearing is her specialty.
Dragon shifter Asher Kato will always be haunted by his best friend Goran’s death. Although a promise he made gave him no choice, Asher will never forgive himself for the role he played…or the fallout it caused with Goran’s younger sister, Gwen. Burying himself in his role as second-in-command of the blue dragons is his only escape. Unfortunately, the peace they fought so hard for isn’t meant for a warrior like him. So, when a courier transporting a rare basilisk egg goes missing, Asher volunteers to track her down.
Except Asher’s mission ends up stranding him on a deserted island with the only woman he’s ever wanted….a pixie who would rather vanish forever than spend a single second with him.
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EXCERPT:
Suddenly, the little plane stopped all forward momentum, as if a giant fist of storm-driven darkness had grabbed her by the tail and held on. The plane sputtered, trying hard to keep going, but the winds had shifted, coming at her from the nose. Before Gwen could do anything, shadow suddenly consumed her small aircraft.
Not the storm.
Shadow.
“Holy shit,” she muttered.
But it wasn’t that, or the rattling and shaking of the aircraft, that sent her heart into her throat. It was the figure of darkness, floating directly in front of her.
A wraith.
That’s what was after her? The death dealers were rare, even more secretive than pixies, and damn hard to escape.
Adrenaline pumping, searing her skin, she stared, and it stared right back.
The creature floating just ahead of her plane reminded her of the human depiction of reapers—the black cloak hood pulled over so she couldn't see its face, tattered at the sleeves and the bottom. No feet though. Wraiths didn’t have bodies the way humans did, the way pixies did. They were physical and could be injured, but at the same time, they were just… darkness. She didn’t try to reason with how they worked. They just did.
She swore the damn thing smiled at her though.
Did wraiths have teeth? She’d never really thought about it.
The thing shot forward, straight for her, and no glass windscreen was gonna keep it out. It could pass right through anything clear like that, the same way shadow did.
Pure instinct had Gwen shoving the stick straight forward, putting the plane into a sharp dive. A hand of shadow passed in front of her face as if the wraith reached for her but missed. Keeping an eye on the altimeter, she didn’t pull up. She probably couldn’t outrun it, but she could damn well try.
Any second now she’d get to the bottom of the clouds and be able to see where the water was. Right?
She found herself leaning forward like that would help her see it sooner.
The needle turned over, inching down faster than she liked as she blew through thousands of feet. It was a miracle the plane hadn’t stalled yet.
If I don’t see anything but cloud by two thousand feet, I’m pulling up.
Actually, that was probably foolish too. These islands were mountainous and could reach heights between six and twelve thousand feet. What if she flew right into one?
Gwen held herself tightly, like she was bracing for the impact coming at her any second.
I’ll probably be dead before I know what happened.
Not exactly a consolation.
She was probably dead anyway because the second she landed or crashed, whichever came first, the wraith would have her.
Suddenly, she burst out from under the clouds which blotted out the sun so that it was like night had fallen. But at least she could see in front of her. A movement out the side window caught her eye, and she jerked her gaze that direction just in time to see the wraith coming straight for her.
Damn that thing moved fast. Bat out of hell didn’t even begin to cover it.
Gwen forced herself to sit still, intending to wait until it got close enough before she flipped the plane and hopefully outmaneuvered it.
She gripped the stick harder, ready to react.
Then, just as her tension reached fever pitch, a flicker of shadow overhead dimmed the cockpit half a beat before something massive slammed into the wraith from above.
Author Bio:
Award-winning author, Abigail Owen, writes NA/YA romantasy and paranormal romance. She loves plots that move hot and fast, feisty heroines with sass, heroes with heart, a dash of snark, and oodles of HEAs!
Abbie has a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing) from Texas A&M University (gig’em Ags!), and an MBA from California State University-Sacramento. Prior to becoming a published author, she spent 15+ years using the other side of her brain in various tech- and business-related roles.
Other titles include: wife, mother, Star Wars geek, ex-competitive skydiver, AuDHD, spreadsheet lover, Jeopardy fanatic, organizational guru, true classic movie buff, linguaphile, wishful world traveler, and chocoholic.
Abigail currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own swoon-worthy hero, their (mostly) angelic teenagers, and two adorable fur babies.
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