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    Burn Dragon Burn: Dragon Guard Series, #34
    Burn Dragon Burn: Dragon Guard Series, #34
    Burn Dragon Burn: Dragon Guard Series, #34
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    Burn Dragon Burn: Dragon Guard Series, #34

    By Julia Mills

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    The Dragon Protection Agency- Shiny badges, rock-hard scales, and a whole lotta fire they know how to use.

    Six murders in eighteen months. No clues except the bodies he leaves behind. The murderer in all the papers is called the Yellow Ribbon Ripper, and he's due to strike again.

    But who will be the next victim? Where will he leave the body?

    The clock is ticking.

    The killer is on the hunt.

    Can Nat see where he is?

    Can Rafe blaze the trail in time?

    Fate Will Not Be Denied…but then again, She's never been chased by a serial killer.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJulia Mills
    Release dateNov 2, 2024
    ISBN9798227484376
    Burn Dragon Burn: Dragon Guard Series, #34

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      Burn Dragon Burn - Julia Mills

      Burn Dragon Burn

      Copyright © 2018 Julia Mills

      All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

      NOTICE: This is an adult erotic paranormal romance with love scenes and mature situations. It is only intended for adult readers over the age of 18

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      BURN DRAGON BURN

      The Dragon Protection Agency- Shiny badges, rock-hard scales, and a whole lotta fire they know how to use.

      Six murders in eighteen months. No clues except the bodies he leaves behind. The murderer in all the papers is called the Yellow Ribbon Ripper, and he’s due to strike again.

      But who will be the next victim? Where will he leave the body?

      The clock is ticking.

      The killer is on the hunt.

      Can Nat see where he is?

      Can Rafe blaze the trail in time?

      Fate Will Not Be Denied…but then again, She’s never been chased by a serial killer.

      CONTENTS

      Index Of The Original Language Of The Dragon Kin

      Prologue

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Epilogue

      SNEAK PEEK TIME!

      The Story that Started the Whole Dragon Guard Series

      About Julia

      Also by Julia

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      INDEX OF THE ORIGINAL LANGUAGE OF THE DRAGON KIN

      BURN DRAGON BURN

      BURN DRAGON BURN

      Gaelic

      Mo ghrá……….My love

      Mo chrói……….My heart

      Mo cheann agus grá amháin……….My one and only love

      Spanish

      Mi Dragón……….My Dragon

      Cabrón……….Friend

      Compañero……….Mate

      Si, mi amigo……….Yes, my friend

      Buenas noches……….Good Night

      PROLOGUE

      Buzz! Buzz-Buzz-Buzz!

      Who is it? She screamed from under the covers where she’d fallen asleep on the couch, promising herself to disconnect the stupid doorbell on her first day off.

      Your partner. We’ve got a case, came Fitz’s gruff reply.

      Pulling the blanket from her head, Donatella Hale, known as Hale since she’d joined the police force ten years ago and Nat to her friends for most of her life, groaned aloud as she realized not even the sun was up yet. Throwing her feet onto the floor and making her body follow, she grabbed her robe and threw it on as she made her way to the front door.

      Looking through the peephole just to be sure, she unlocked the door and turned the knob, before opening it all the way and grabbing Fitz’s cup of steaming coffee.

      Hey! I just bought that, he snarled.

      I can tell. It’s still hot and doesn’t smell like your nasty cigarettes.

      Taking a sip as she started up the stairs to her room to get dressed, she called over her shoulder, What the hell time is it anyway?

      Four a.m., your Ladyship. Got any food in your fridge?

      Yep! Stopped at the store last night. Stepping onto the second floor, a cold chill raced down her spine. The kind a person gets when someone rakes their fingernails down a chalkboard or walks over their own grave. Stopping at the railing and looking down, she asked, What and where?

      Having worked together since Nat became a detective three years ago, Fitz knew what she was asking and answered, DB in the Park.

      Closing her eyes, knowing what the answer to her next question was going to be, but needing to hear him say it, she asked, It’s a girl?

      Yes.

      In Manlowe Park?

      Yes. Fitz walked into the foyer holding half a ham sandwich and looked up at her. And?

      And she’s twenty-one. Her neck’s been slashed. No signs of sexual assault. All her belongings are with her and she has a yellow ribbon wrapped around her right wrist.

      Yes. He took a bite of his sandwich. And?

      And she’s missing her heart and her liver.

      You are right again, but then, I never doubted otherwise.

      Blowing out a long breath, she turned towards her room, crossed the threshold and closed the door. Leaning her back against the wood, she ran her fingers through her hair, pulling the scrunchie out as she went, and looked at the picture of her mom and dad she kept by her bed.

      Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, she crossed the room and picked up the frame, running the tip of her index finger over their faces. Setting it back on the bedside table, she walked into the closet and grabbed her last clean suit.

      Laying it on the bed, she looked back at her folks and smiled. I know it’s not your fault I can see all this shit. Hell, it even helps with my job, but the dreams with the hot guy and the Dragon, those are seriously freakin’ me out.

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      Come on, Hale. There’s nothing you can do right now."

      Nothing I can do? She snatched her arm from his hand and narrowed her eyes. "I can damn sure stand right here until they load her into the bus, Fitz. No one was here to save her. We weren’t good enough. But I can stand here and make sure she’d taken care of. It’s called respect and you used to have some."

      Holding up his hands in a sign of surrender, the fifty-something, dumpy detective with more gray hair than dark and yellow teeth from too much coffee and too many cigarettes, acknowledged, Okay, all right, I’ll have a smoke and wait for you to go back to the squad room. I’ll pull out the other files as soon as we get back. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’s made a mistake this time.

      Nodding as she looked at the black plastic bag containing the twenty-one-year old’s body, she couldn’t get past the fact that once again her ‘gift’, that’s how her parents had referred to it, had let her down. Why couldn’t she see this shit before it happened? What good were her visions, if she couldn’t use them to help?

      Following the morgue attendants as they pushed the gurney towards the huge, dark blue and white van marked Tarrant County Coroner’s Office, Nat waited until Misty Blake was safely inside before heading for her car. Stopping next to Fitz as he put out his fifteenth cigarette of the day, she bumped his shoulder with hers and blew out a long breath.

      Looking over her shoulder, the light of the newly risen sun glittering on the water, she asked, Hey, can you get a ride back to the precinct?

      Yeah, sure, but where are you goin’?

      Gotta see Nona.

      See if she’s got any of those little lemon cookies that look like a figure-eight.

      You mean Italian Lemon Cookies. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head.

      Yeah, those. And stop bustin’ my balls, will ya’? I’m not Italian but your Nona loves me just the same.

      Never, she laughed, getting into her car and shutting the door.

      Nona aka Grandma Angelina was old as the hills, feisty as a snake, and the only other person still alive with the ‘Sight’. That’s what she called the freakier than hell extra sense that allowed the first-born daughter of every DeBenedetto to see either the future, or the past, or the combination of both.

      There was also a family secret that one day this very special DeBenetto woman would be able to see forward and backward and here comes the really ‘fun’ part…it is rumored that she would be able to ‘touch evil’. That’s where Nat came in, or so she’d found out when she was ten years old.

      Walking home from school with the regular group of kids, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something very wrong was about to happen. Seeing the past and the future was old hat, she’d been doing that for almost three years, and had gotten really good at tuning it out most of the time. However, the feeling of dread and darkness was all new.

      Her dreams had been different than ever before for nearly two weeks, but when she finally calmed down after being frightened awake, she couldn’t remember anything but fear and darkness. When she’d finally told her mom, Cleo had immediately called Nona and that was when Nat found out she was the grand prize winner of the Universe’s most effed up shit sandwich.

      Nearing the park at the crossroads where each of her three friends, the stupid boys that always hung around, and Nat went their separate ways, it felt like someone was watching her. Brushing it off, she hugged all her friends, said she’d talk to them later, and headed down Wurzburg Drive to her house.

      The next day when she got to the four-way stop, no one was there – not even the stupid boys. Waiting as long as she could before she knew she’d be late and get a tardy slip, she ended up jogging to school.

      Once inside and in her seat, she turned around to find Stacey’s seat empty. It wasn’t like any of her friends to miss school, but especially Stacey. She prided herself on five straight years of Perfect Attendance Awards, loving to brag that she’d even won in kindergarten.

      Where could she be? Her dad was a doctor, her mom a nurse, and together, they made sure all three of their children were always well taken care of. Nothing made sense, especially in her way-older-than-her-years mind.

      At lunch, she sat down beside Jill and Marion and immediately asked, Where is Stacey?

      You haven’t heard? Marion, the tiny girl with long blond hair and big blue eyes, started to cry. She didn’t come home last night. Her mom called my mom at nine and asked if she’d come home with me.

      Yeah, she called my mom, too, Jill jumped in, her big brown eyes open so wide her eyebrows disappeared

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