Review: Dragon Actually

Dragon Actually by G. A. Aiken

dragon actuallyIt’s not always easy being a female warrior with a nickname like Annwyl the Bloody. Men tend to either cower in fear-a lot-or else salute. It’s true that Annwyl has a knack for decapitating legions of her ruthless brother’s soldiers without pausing for breath. But just once it would be nice to be able to really talk to a man, the way she can talk to Fearghus the Destroyer.

Too bad that Fearghus is a dragon, of the large, scaly, and deadly type. With him, Annwyl feels safe-a far cry from the feelings aroused by the hard-bodied, arrogant knight Fearghus has arranged to help train her for battle. With her days spent fighting a man who fills her with fierce, heady desire, and her nights spent in the company of a magical creature who could smite a village just by exhaling, Annwyl is sure life couldn’t get any stranger.

She’s wrong…

And just wait until you meet the rest of the family…

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The review:

A cruel, piteous, spiteful King is dead! He didn't believe in crowns and only one of two descendants wants to claim the throne. A tyrant! This descendant is using ANY means, magicks, to tie up the loose ends this realm may have, but he seems to continously underestimate one loose end……

“Dragon Actually”s beginning page threw me into the sound of thunder! Recovering quickly from instant consumption into this medieval(esque) dimension, I immediately realize the thunder was not of my world, but the roar of a rage filled noblewoman as she decapitates an enemy!

Annwyl the Bloody, Princess, is a rare tall femme, sword wielding and cloaked in blood splattered chain-mail armor. Reknowned for her beauty, which is over-shadowed by her stern, vicious, and calloused exterior, Annwyl's charging the largest rebellion known!

A lush, earth-like world, overlooked by two amber-bronzed suns is ground-zero to a war fueled by the proverbial tyrant, Lorcan! Annwyl's brother, half-brother actually. This particular battle, one of many past in this war for justice, is teetering the edge of the haunting forest Dark Glen, known for unspoken legends. Legends of creatures whom breathe fire and if enraged smote villages!

Annwyl's been mortally wounded in battle. Righteously proud and determined to die with honor, Annwyl stands with waning strength in attack stance preparing to make her final blow upon the next soldier with the proper bravado to charge her. Only trembling bodies and faces filled with fear, awe and uncertainty stare back at her as her essence begins to slip away.

Awakening in a cavernous lair, Annwyl finds she's been taken hostage! Stockholm Syndrome's never been as enthralling! She's heard the legends since childhood, but to be mere feet from a ferocious, hulking, winged, taloned reptile is awe-inspiring itself! Fearghus! An actual dragon!

Annwyl decides to be greatful to Fearghus, afterall, he did save her from the grasps of a beheaded death ordered by her brother. Annwyl's also intrigued by the easy comraderie between Fearghus and the fearless, scarred witch he's charged to treat her wounds and nurse her back to a healthful state.

On the other hand, Annwyl just can't seem to shake the image of a dark-haired, long-limb, muscled warrior stalking her dreams with warm kisses, soft luscious pulls of her breasts and the touch of fire!

Fearghus, aware of Annwyl's weaknesses make Annwyl's dream stalker become reality. No longer a figment of her imagination, “the stranger” is making her body throb from different urges. Suffering blows and being knocked on her rump, Annwyl can handle, but the heat that's resonating between them during training session tears the beat of her heart for “her” dragon! “The stranger” will teach Annwyl to fight with her mind, to be quicker with her sword and that rage can be blinding if that's what's driving her wielded sword.

While in an easy captivity, Annwyl slowly starts to lose ALL fear of the fire-breathing creature. She's captivated by Fearghus' markings, dragon bits and being lulled to sleep by his sarcasm and stories.

Begrudgingly, Fearghus and Annwyl both know she's healing fast and it's time to return to her waiting troops, but there's two victories to behold in this tale… To win this war and keep her head, Annwyl finds that her loyalty and pride may have kept her rebellion true, but rage alone can't take a throne. Will her love for “the stranger”, a human, or so she thinks, keep her heart though she unknowingly already gave it to the dragon…actually…?

Review by Tim for ILVN

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Emma Edwards

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