Stop Dragon My Heart Around by Susannah Scott

Stop Dragon My Heart Around
by Susannah Scott
Entangled Publishing, Covet Imprint

stop dragonLucky Leprechaun underwear ironed? Check.
Gold plated hearing aids? Check.
Pink doggy booties, times four? Check.

Tee is Vegas’s favorite casino hostess, ready to grant her high rollers their every quirky wish. But when her own wish to financially help her Paiute Tribe finally comes true, she decides to double-down with lady luck and go for a hot hook-up with her sexy boss, Leo. Unfortunately, Tee’s about to find out why their romance is such a long shot—Leo is a shape-shifting dragon.

Leo needs a proper dragon mate to save his waning dragon form, and despite their magnetic sexual attraction, he knows Tee is anything but proper—or a dragon. But when threats arise from Tee’s tribe, Leo’s protective instincts kick in. Can he give up his dragon form for the woman he loves—even if it means shortening his life? Or has Tee finally had enough of having her heart dragged around?

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About Susannah Scott:

susannahSusannah Scott writes dragon-filled Paranormal Romance and lives with her family in Southern Missouri. She loves connecting with readers through Social Media—and almost always replies!

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Excerpt One:

“Good day, ladies.” Leo poured on his Australian accent and the two woman shrieked like schoolgirls. “I’m actually Leonidas Ryan, head of Casino Operations, but people often say I look like that actor.” He looked at her in question.

“Chris Hemsworth,” Tee said with an eye roll. “You’re nothing like him.”

“Yes, he is,” Trixie said, staring at Leo like a carb-dieter drooling over a loaded pizza. “Those eyes, those shoulders. That accent. I bet you have a six pack too.” She smiled at him and twirled her blonde hair around her finger.

“I guess that makes me the God of Thunder.” Leo patted his flat stomach and winked. “With a vee-rry large hammer.”


When the bridal suite door opened, Tee looked over her shoulder to frown at the bridegroom for peeking, but saw Leo instead. Her heart slammed and nerves crawled up her back, but she managed a welcoming smile.

Leo strolled into the room, tucking his hands in the pants pockets of his navy blue suit. The collar of his white shirt showed tanned skin at his neck. He looked like a GQ model arrived for a photo shoot. God, he was so gorgeous. His eyes walked up her boots, took in her bare, exposed legs, then skimmed over her hamstrings and stopped on her rear. The short hemline of the dress burned the back of her legs under his gaze.

“Hey there, Thor.” Angie, bride number one, winked and cocked her pink-satin swathed hip at him. “Come to catch the bouquet?”


Tee watched his pupils crowd out his green irises. The scent of him washed over her, clean, and manly. The hustle of the casino melted away, so it was only the two of them, anchored together inside a whirling kaleidoscope of blurred people.

“I like the way you smell.” She touched his suit gently and ran her hand inside his lapel. The heat of his body was a magnetic force field. “I like everything about you.”

Leo stiffened and pulled away as the elevator doors opened. “Wear more bloody clothes or don’t come to work.”

Tee followed him, slipping alone with him inside the elevator. Without looking at him, she inserted her key card and withdrew it to turn off the alarm, and then hit the stall button. The elevator slid to a smooth halt. The air grew heavy and hot. The only sounds were the crooning casino Musak, Leo’s breathing, and the rapid beating of her heart.


“You ever hear about near-death sex?” Tee unbuckled her torn pants, and let them drop. She stepped back to Leo and playfully ran a finger along the inseam of his pants.

“Near-death sex?” Leo smiled. “Never. You’ll have to show me.”

“It’s the need to prove you’re alive.” She shed her black blazer and went to work on the buttons of her white silk shirt. “I need to prove I’m alive.”

Leo watched the downward progress of her fingers through hooded eyes. Then he lifted her and set her over him, steadying her hips and kneading her bare skin.

“Oh, you’re definitely alive.” His words were heavily accented and deep.


Excerpt Two:

“I told you we’d see celebrities here!” Trixie exclaimed and squeezed the brunette woman’s bare arm.

“Celebrities?” Tee asked in confusion.

“It’s that hotty superhero with the hammer.” Angie pointed at Leo. Her mouth hung open to show a brass tongue piercing.

“Thor,” Trixie whispered and smacked her gum again. “I bet he has a big ole hammer too.”

Beside her, Leo smiled and shrugged, like he had some super hero secret he couldn’t share.


“This is not Thor,” Tee said with an uncomfortable laugh. Next to the diminutive young women, she felt gawky. She straightened her stooping shoulders and stretched to her full height. Then, she gave the two a smile she hoped conveyed patient helpfulness.

Leo was tall, even taller than her, with blondish hair that brushed his shirt collar. His eyes were deep set like the actor’s, and he definitely had the forearms and muscle packed in all the hunky places. But he was so much more than some hammer-throwing cartoon.

He was Leo. He was real, and she’d wanted him from the first moment he’d walked toward her across the Bellagio foyer. Then he’d smiled at her, and her heart had done a ridiculous loop-de-loop and she’d been lost.


“Just answer me one question and I’ll never bring this up again.”

“All right.” Leo looked relieved.

Tee stepped closer to him so the front of their bodies touched. Leo leaned against the elevator wall away from her, but not before she felt the evidence of his desire. “Do you want me?”

He dropped fisted hands from his pockets. “No.”

“You’re lying.” She leaned against him, feeling the heat of him down the front of her body. “Why would you lie about something that’s so easy to disprove?”

“You said one question.”

His denial fired through her doubt. She knew he wanted her. The heat of his body touched her bare legs, and an achy need tightened her spine, stretching her closer to his mouth.

“Then what I wear or don’t wear shouldn’t bother you at all.” She stepped close enough to feel the fabric of his suit on her bare legs. Feel the bulge of aroused man between his legs. She put one arm on either side of him, caging him. “My being this close to you shouldn’t bother you at all either.”

“It doesn’t.” He shoved his arms between them and raised his head so she saw the underside of his chin. He hadn’t shaved. The stubble of his beard poked through his skin, and she wanted to kiss it, to taste the slight saltiness.

She put her lips to the juncture of his jaw and ear.


“Luvey,” Tee’s pain-in-the ass, leprechaun-underwear-wearing, freakin’ British high roller cooed through the phone. “They’ve done me skivvies all wrong again. The creases can’t go through the clover. It’s bad juju.”

Tee held the receiver away from her ear and gave it a melting glare. She exhaled and brought the phone back to her mouth. “Bad juju?”

“I told the Yank, the creases go here and here, and still he messed it up. It’s got to be redone.”

“All right,” she said in her most conciliatory voice. “I’ll send Housekeeping up to see to it.”

“No, Luvey, that won’t do,” Lucky Charms said. “I only trust you. You know how I like ’em, Tee luv.”

The request made her jaw drop. “You want me to rewash your skivvies and iron them myself?”

“Why yes, Luvey.” Lucky Charms sounded genuinely perplexed at her outrage.

“Right.” Tee tap-tapped her fingernails on the concierge stand where she stood. She set the phone in the cradle gently even though she wanted to hurl it at the wall.

Part of her knew Lucky Charms was right. Usually, she would have laughed off the request, made a big show of redoing his freakin’ underwear, but since returning from the disastrous weekend with Leo at the reservation, nothing was going right.

Everything and everyone was annoying the crap out of her.


The SUV lurched to the side again and above them, the steel roof opened like a can opener was prying into the vehicle. In the open space, Leo’s golden dragon roared. Flames licked the air above them and heat filled the cabin like a blast from a dry furnace.

Tee clung to the seat, reacting instinctively. The dragon landed on the roofless SUV and roared again. She put her hands over her ears to block the deafening sound.

“What the hell!” James yelled. He pulled her off the seat and put her between him and the dragon, shielding himself.

The dragon tilted his head, a slow, calculated movement in the center of the chaos. His golden eyes flared and in that moment, Tee thought she saw a hint of Leo in the beast. Leo. Leo the dragon.

Leo would save her.


“Let me go!” Tee squirmed against James and tried to break his hold, but his arm was a band around her waist. Wind rushed into the SUV through the opening in the roof.

“No way,” James yelled in her ear.

The dragon roared and pounced forward, swiping a claw at James.

Swaying with the SUV’s movement, Tee climbed upright so her upper body was outside the gash in the roof.

Wind pulled at her hair and tugged it behind her.

The dragon closed his claw around her waist and leaped into the air, extracting her cleanly from the SUV. The dragon veered so that Tee was suspended in the air, as if on an unharnessed, code-violating, carnival ride. Wind whirled around her and she squeezed her eyes shut and held on. Under her hand, the dragon’s claw was hard sinew and bone.

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