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Sunshine in the Dragon’s Heart

by Jaime Samms

Sunshine in the Dragon's Heart - Jaime Samms
ISBN: 13 978-1-64080-973-4
Pages: 226

When Sunny retires to the northern Ontario wilderness to mourn his parents’ deaths, he’s hoping the change of scenery will afford him some peace and quiet.

His hopes are soon spectacularly dashed.

In self-imposed exile, dragon Emile runs across the Fold between his dimension and Sunny’s—and right into Sunny’s arms. Centuries out of touch with human culture, bright, beautiful Emile incinerates any hope Sunny had for an ordinary existence. With dryads and water sprites coming to life all around them, Sunny can’t deny the magic Emile brings to his life—or his heart. But that same magic leads the unrelenting dragon who would keep Emile captive right to them. To save his love, Sunny will have to reach deep and find some magic of his own.

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“What is it?” Emile leaned forward, touching fingertips to Sunny’s face. The heat of each fingertip was a distinct, searing spot of excited heat, and Sunny turned into the touch without thought.

“Nothing you can fix,” Sunny said after a moment, words thick with syrupy bottled emotion. A sigh seeped from him. He blinked and looked at Emile again. Sunlight looked so good on him, his pale skin pearlescent where the rays brushed it. The blue of his eyes softened with compassion.

“I would try,” Emile whispered.

“Why do I know that’s true?”


Emile sat forward, setting his mug on the table. “Because it is.” He brushed his lips over Sunny’s cheekbone. Instantly the fire from his fingertips burned deep into Sunny, and a peck on the cheek was nowhere near enough.

Sunny turned his head, lighting his gaze on Emile’s parted lips. “I need to kiss you,” he whispered.

Emile’s lips curled up at the corners. “Need?”

“I think so, yes.” He licked his lips and imagined pulling back, giving Emile room. The thought pained him, and he closed his eyes. “Please.”

Emile kissed him, at first gentle, no more than a soft touch of his lips to Sunny’s as his long fingers cupped the back of Sunny’s neck and held him in place. Sunny opened to him, willing him to apply more pressure. With a soft sigh, Emile licked delicately, like he was waiting for something.

“More,” Sunny breathed against his lips.

Emile’s consent was a soft-whispered “yes.” So Sunny planted his mouth over Emile’s and drove him back against the arm of the couch. He licked along Emile’s lower lip, eliciting a tiny gasp. The sound and taste of him made Sunny’s blood rush. He ran fingertips over Emile’s jaw, trailing them along hard bone under satiny skin, revelling in the heat that spread through him as he touched.

Emile sighed again, tipped his head enough to allow Sunny to slip fingers back into silky hair.

And Sunny was lost. Between the kiss and the sensory appeal of Emile’s hair sliding through his fingers, the sparks of heat dancing between his fingertips and Emile’s skin, he couldn’t pull away if he wanted to.

He didn’t want to.

Reviews:Cindy on Love Bytes wrote:

"I do love a good fantasy story and this one has all the elements of a great one and I have no problem recommending this for everyone. If you’ve avoided fantasy stories in the past, I hope you’ll give this one a chance I promise that you will fall in love with Sunny, Emile and Fernforest and the strange and thrilling place they live in."

About the Author

Jaime Samms is a plaid-hearted Canadian who spends the too-long winters writing stories about love between men and the too-short summers digging in the garden. There are dust bunnies in the corners of her house—which she blames on a husky named Kai. There are dishes on the counter—which is clearly because teenagers! There is hot coffee in the pot and the occasional meal to keep her from starving—because her husband is remarkable and patient.

A multi-published author whose work has been translated into French, Italian, and German, Jaime delights in the intricate dance of words that leads her through tales of the lost and broken hearted men she writes about to the love stories that find and mend them.

And when the muse is being stubborn, she also makes pretty things with yarn and fabric scraps because in her world, no heart is too broken to love, and nothing is too worn or tired it can’t be upcycled into something beautiful. All it takes is determination and the ability to see life a little bit left of center.