The Prophecy Unfolds
(Dragon Queen )
by Scarlett Flame
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“Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away – Anon.”
Blurb / Synopsis
For Alex, this was supposed to be a fresh start.
New job, new part of the country.
But she got much more than she bargained for.
As she travelled through the Snowdonian National park, with its remote villages and Wales’ highest mountains, she stops to eat a bite to eat.
There she is kidnapped by three strangers, and transported to the Dystopian, Steampunk world of Syros.
A world of dragons, magic and werewolves.
Where science fiction meets science fact.
This is only the beginning of an epic urban fantasy, and the fulfilment of a prophecy over 200 years old.
Will she survive on a planet where three factions battle for dominance.
Book One of the series Dragon Queen.
Finally, my life was getting back on track following a worrisome number of months.
I had had a great deal of trouble sleeping lately as I had been continually disturbed by dreams I could only describe as nightmares.
These dreams always included the same shadowy characters with obscure faces. The one recurring theme, that I became intimate with every one of them. To say this wasn’t in my usual nature would be an understatement.
In all my relationships I had always been monogamous. Basically, I am a one man girl, and wouldn’t dream of being unfaithful. Perhaps, because of this these dreams proved highly disturbing and included sexual acts that I’d heard of, but would never think of participating in. I little suspected that these dreams would prove to be the precursor to an amazing series of adventures
This story proper, began one day driving through the beautiful Welsh countryside, on my way to check out some accommodation that I had secured. This was intended to act as a base to work from Monday to Friday, at my new job
Previously, I had been working in a general hospital close to my family home, but decided to spread my wings after ending a long term relationship with my childhood sweetheart, Paul.
I decided that I now needed some space to develop new friendships, so put my love life on the back burner. My career would become my first priority. So, this was part of that plan. I had taken a contract as a Children’s Nurse for an Agency in a hospital situated near to Bangor in North Wales.
On that day I had been driving through the Snowdonia National Park, where pine trees crowded either side of the road. I had spotted a little picnic area to one side, flanked by a small car park. It was a beautiful sunny day and as I had brought along a packed lunch. I decided to park up and take advantage of the glorious weather. I parked my car and then realised that mine was the only car, but thought no more about it. I had no problem eating here at the edge of the forest.
I retrieved my sandwich, carton of orange and the book I had just started, and wandered over to the farthest table. From here I would be able to watch the squirrels and birds as they searched amongst the bins for crumbs.
I’d sat there enjoying my book for about ten minutes when two things happened. Firstly, I became aware that a hush had suddenly descended on the forest. I could no longer hear the scampering of the squirrels or the birds singing. When I looked up I could no longer see any of them around the area they had occupied only a few minutes earlier.
The second thing was the sound I did hear. I can only compare that to the sound barrier being broken, a bang like a small explosion followed by a and a slight popping noise. Yet immediately after this, the birds and squirrels were back, chirping and moving through the grass once again.
I shrugged, went back to the page in my book and continued to eat. However, after a while a feeling of uneasiness descended on me. I raised my head to find myself being watched.
The watcher, a tall, broad -shouldered man with dirty blond hair tied at the nape, he had the most vivid blue eyes I had ever seen. I estimated him to be about twenty-five to thirty years old. He regarded me silently, and with intensity. His odd clothing caught my eye. Old fashioned garments, dark trousers laced up the front, a long-sleeved suede jacket of a similar material, and leather boots
I turned my head to look for any cars or vans on the car park, and jumped as I spotted two more men- one to my left, and one I saw in my peripheral vision to the right. The man on the left appeared to be dressed similar to the first, but had sandy hair and sea green eyes.
In contrast though not quite as broad, although equally tall, (all three were over six foot tall.) The last had dark hair to his shoulders that hung loose, and the most amazing violet eyes.
The appearance of these men with no noise, and staring at me in rapt fascination, not uttering a word, spooked me. My heart was beating so loud and fast I thought that I was having some kind of heart attack.
But the most unnerving thing of all was that all three men looked familiar, a deja vu sort of moment. I had dreamt about these three men for so long. I knew immediately these were the shady characters from my dreams. Dreams that repeatedly haunted my sleep.
I decided that sitting still was stupid, so made a grab for my bag and shot through to the right, I then ran toward one of the many footpaths I spotted earlier.
My flight or fight response gave me swift feet, (or so I thought), but obviously not swift enough. Before I had got ten yards down the path two of the three had already moved, and appeared in front of me. They moved so fast I hardly believed my eyes. I turned to head back to where I’d come from. Hoping I could make it back to my car.
Fate once again took charge, I turned and ran straight into the third man, the blond, like I had run into a brick wall, as he ensnared me in his very muscular arms. My heart stuttered and I thought I felt the zing of an electric current run through my body. I never claimed to be a particularly brave person and I started to hyperventilate, gasping , trying to catch my breath.
One of them began to stroke my hair, saying “Calm down Alex, calm down. Breathe slowly we won’t hurt you” but, at that point my knees gave way and I collapsed into darkness, terrified.
How did that man know my name?
I came to I lay on a huge bed in a strange bedroom – the biggest bed I had ever seen. Into my mind came a little rhyme my granddad used to sing “Ten in the bed and the little one said roll over.” The other thing I immediately noticed, was the odd lighting. The lights looked like gas lamps of some sort but were giving off normal light. Either side of the bed were candles. How strange everything looked.
Sat on the bed next to me, to my right I spotted the sandy haired man. On my left the one with the dark hair and at the end of the bed stood the blond. I looked agitatedly from one to the other and began to panic again, terrified.
I thought to myself What did they want with me, and where was this place ? I frantically tried to escape to the top of the bed, as far away as I could from my captors.
The sandy haired man handed me a glass of water but I was too frightened to drink it,
What if it contained drugs? I thought.
The blond began to speak, his voice soft, but distinct. He introduced himself as Aston, pointed to the sandy haired man indicating that his name was Leon. Finally, nodding to my left saying “Vanda”. Each in turn gave me a slight nod, but I still unable respond.
Where the hell had they brought me to, and why? How on earth did they know my name. They continued to stare, as if fascinated by what the sight of me. My mind in chaos.
I think Aston saw that I wasn’t getting any calmer, but quite the reverse. I started shaking so violently my teeth began to chatter. He then spoke slowly and clearly, in such a strange accent I thought that he might be European. Yet his words were clear and concise.
“Alex, you need to calm down and sip some of the water. We won’t harm you. We could never harm you, but quite the reverse. We intend to take care of you and protect you from now on.”
Oh oh, that was the wrong thing to say. Now, In my head I thought What. And wondered if I had been kidnapped by some foreign gang and about to be abused. Not good at all. I wildly speculated.
Vanda began to speak asking “Look at me Alex, look at me”
I turned and looked into those beautiful violet eyes and couldn’t look away, mesmerised. Unable to move and set in stone, I slowly began to relax and my breathing more evenly. Yet I couldn’t comprehend why this happened. I wanted to look away, but my body wouldn’t cooperate, and I remained transfixed.
Aston spoke again. ”We are not on your earth any more Alex . We are on a planet called Syros in a galaxy far from yours. Do you remember a bang and a strange popping noise ? Well, that was a portal opening from our planet to yours. It acts as kind of wormhole through space, so that we can easily move from our universe to yours. We have been visiting your planet for millennia.”
Oh God. I thought, now I’m in an episode of Star Wars this can’t be happening to me.
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Bound for Passion:Erotic Love Stories
, March 10, 2016
This review is from: Bound for Passion: Erotic Love Stories (Kindle Edition)
Wow that was one hot read.well more than one as each story is as hot as the next…I dare you to sit and read just one and be able to stop…if you’re looking for hot Erotic treats you’ll find it here….looking forward to more from this author.
, January 17, 2016
This review is from: Bound for Passion: Erotic Love Stories (Kindle Edition)
This is the first book I have read by the author. The first stories were sinfully sexy and decadent. However the last story in my opinion had to be the best story in the book. The description of the dom/sub relationship was intense,and highly erotic. If you were ever curious this is the book to read. The dominant was caring and commanding and, the submissive was obliging,obedient and beautiful in her submission. It’s a very sexy read.
We had met on the internet. You know, in a chat room, and arranged to meet up.
The plane had just landed and I was extremely nervous, but excited. The things we had discussed online had made my heart race, so many fantasies that we had both had. Now that we were meeting up, maybe, hopefully, some of those fantasies would be fulfilled.
I stood waiting at the luggage carousel until I spotted my suitcase. The red satin ribbon I’d tied on the handle now seemed like a little flag.
I’d dressed in a slim fitting black pencil skirt, scarlet top and scarlet suede high heel shoes. My underwear was especially chosen with him in mind. A black lacy bra, a new black lacy thong, finished off with stockings and suspenders. A short black leather jacket over the top created the look.
Even when I’d retrieved my case, I loitered a few minutes longer by the carousel, wondering what would happen when we met. Would I even recognise him? We had seen pictures of each other, and he’d heard my voice. I knew he was over six foot tall, and he knew I was a little over five foot five inches, so he would be taller than me.
My hands were sweating a little now, and my legs were shaking too. Would I be able to go through with this? Would he? I nipped to the toilets, my nervousness making me need a pee. I brushed my hair and reapplied my make up, staring at my reflection.
I left the toilets, making my way slowly through the double doors in to the airport foyer, with my eyes firmly trained on my feet, worrying that I might trip, or fall, or do something stupid. Suddenly, I felt his gaze, and I just knew it was him. When I raised my head, and our eyes met, I spotted him straight away. There he was. Tall, dark, and handsome, and headed my way. It might have been cliché, but it was true, and he was mine, for the entire weekend.
My throat hurt now, and my heart stuttered in my chest. I stood stock still. As if my feet were suddenly encased in concrete, I couldn’t move. He didn’t falter, but instead gathered me up in his arms, then he was kissing me. A long, lingering kiss. The sort of kiss you never want to end. I dropped my bag and let go of my suitcase, oblivious to any one who may have been watching.
When he began to speak I detected the amazing Irish lilt I knew he would have and I just melted, well it felt that way to me. He picked up my suitcase and took my hand saying “I’m so glad you are here. My friend is going to drop us off at the hotel we are staying at. Come on, I can’t wait for us to be alone.”
We left the airport hand in hand and walked to the short stay car park. I could see a little white fiesta with a blonde haired guy in the driver’s seat. Paul waved, and the guy got out and opened the boot. Paul put my suitcase in, next to a large holdall, and we both climbed in to the back of the car.
We sat there, not speaking, just holding hands, staring out of the window. The town was lovely and quaint, with the houses painted all different colours, but my eyes kept drifting back to Paul. He began to speak immediately, “We’re almost there now. This is Michael, by the way. We’re meeting up with him and a few other friends later on tonight.” Michael glanced over his shoulder at me and added “Hi, nice to meet you” Paul inched a little closer, our thighs touching now. I could feel the heat of his body through his jeans.
Michael pulled the car up to the front of a fairly nondescript hotel, called The Mermaid. Paul and I got out, he retrieved the suitcase and holdall, and we said our goodbyes to Michael.
As we walked in to the hotel, I began to think about the first fantasy we had discussed and could feel my face begin to flush. We approached the front desk and signed in, picking up our keys in the process. The Concierge enquired whether we needed some one to show us to our room. Paul replied, “No, thanks, we can manage,” and we headed toward the lifts, opposite the desk. When he turned to me, his smile was more of a grin. “You ready to take the lift, Sarah?”
I gulped, and nodded. My mouth was too dry to speak now, as if it was full of sand. We got into the lift, and the doors closed with a whoosh.
Immediately Paul had me pinned against the side wall of the lift, indicating over his shoulder to the camera blinking in the corner. “You remember what we discussed?” Before I could respond he leaned in to me, kissing me deeply, ferociously. His hands wandered down toward the hem of my skirt and continued their journey up the inside of my thigh.
By now my new thong was wet, as I remembered exactly what our “discussion” had been about. Discussion about a fantasy involving a lift, and what we would do there. With his free hand he pressed the “stop” button for the lift. Reaching his fingers into either side of my panties, he eased them slowly down, until he was knelt at my feet, and I was able to step out of them. He brought them up to his nose, sniffed deeply, and slipped them in to his jeans pocket, all the time making sure that the camera was recording everything. I was aroused, and embarrassed at the same time. Once again his hands travelled up the inside of my thigh. This time he inserted two fingers and gasped. “So wet, I knew you would love this. Just wait till we get to the room. I will rock your world.”
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A Valentine’s Bind (Manchester Dominants and submissives Book 1)
If you thought 50 Shades was a HOT story about Dominance and submission, then you need to read the real deal.
Blurb / Synopsis
When University student Nicky Johnson decides to make an impromptu visit to a BDSM club with friends she get more than she bargained for. The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss. But who brought her home? Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that spanking and submission can be empowering. Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky? This New Adult contemporary romance is a steamy,sexy tale of love, dominance and submission.
woke up slowly. Opening first one eye then the other tentatively. My
head banging and my mouth felt like the bottom of a parrot cage. The
need for food immediate and overpowering. The mantra in my head
repeating over and over. I am never drinking red wine
again. I am never drinking red wine again. Then,
I spotted the open packets and containers of food spread across the
coffee table in the living room. No wonder my neck hurt so much.
Falling asleep on the sofa with my head at an unnatural angle will do
that to a person.
With a selection
of leftovers heated up I began munching aimlessly. Trying to remember
how I got home the previous evening. And, the twenty dollar question
was “Who with?” I could hear someone coming through my front door
with a key. But, I lived alone, and no one else had keys to my flat.
Not even my family.
I turned to look
as the handle started to twisted, panicking as the door pushed open
and in stepped a stunning man with dark brown hair. He was wearing,
what looked to me like a Saville Row suit. His steely blue gaze
connecting with my own slightly bloodshot pale blue eyes.
awake are we?” he remarked in a clipped accent as he walked in
shutting the door carefully behind him.
I attempted to
swallow the mouthful of curry I was in the middle of chewing and
began to cough violently. It had gone down the wrong hole and I was
turning an unattractive blue hue.
quickly he shot over and banged me on the back sharply three times
dislodging the errant bit of curry. Which promptly shot out of my
mouth, landing on the rug. Oh. My God. How embarrassing I
didn’t have a clue who he was and this is how he gets his first
glimpse of me. Eating warmed up curry. Looking like I had been
dragged backwards through a hedge. Except, apparently this wasn’t our
first meeting at all. He had a key to my flat and seemed to know his
on earth went on last night?
tissues I cleaned up the mess on the rug and guiltily started to tidy
up the living area. He grabbed my arm firmly, turned me to face him
that right now. We need to talk. Sit down there.”
He pointed to
the sofa and I felt an overwhelming compulsion to follow his orders.
Tell me what you remember from last night. The truth mind you. I
won’t be lied to.”
I opened my
mouth, then closed it again. This happened a few times as I had no
idea what did happen, how he came to have a key or even how I got
of that now. You look like a demented goldfish, opening and closing
your mouth like that. So. I assume from your body language and
failure to respond that you haven’t a clue who I am. No idea what I
am doing here or even aware of the fact I had to escort you home.”
I nodded and
shrugged. Not trusting myself to talk without making the situation
worse. So. The “who” I came home with was revealed.
then. Perhaps introductions are in order. For starters I know a
little about you already. Your name is Nicola Johnson, or Nicky to
your friends. You are a student at Salford University studying
sociology, who works in a bar in town part-time. Your parents live in
Spain having retired recently. Are you sure you can’t remember
anything about yesterday evening?” He Quizzed. A stern look on his
I stared at him
and tried my absolute best to remember something, anything. He did
look familiar but I couldn’t even remember his name, where we had met
or what had led to us coming home together. He wasn’t even my type,
which was the big shocker. He looked way to sophisticated for a piss
poor student like me to snaffle.
remember your face. But, other than that it is hazy. I must have
drunk way too much red wine last night to blank out the entire
evening like this.” I replied.
petal I think the shots might have something to do with the memory
loss. That, and the spliff I found you sharing with the guys that
wanted to take you home with them. For a threesome as I remember
again in to silence I began to get brief flashbacks of the previous
evening. Again performing my goldfish impersonation. Whoever this
person in front of me was, he seemed to have my best interests at
yeah I seem to remember a little bit of that happening. I am so
sorry. That isn’t how I usually behave at all. Please don’t tell
anyone what happened. I promise that I have learned my lesson and
won’t do that again.”
I know you won’t. We had a long conversation last night about your
behaviour. Your very bratty behaviour I might add. My name, seeing as
how your memory has failed you, is Dariel but you will call me Sir.
We met in a club by the way. I don’t suppose you remember what type
of club we met in. Do you?”
This time I
shook my head. But, then I had an epiphany and began to remember a
little more about the previous evening. I groaned out loud at the
revelation. I had gone with some friends from Uni on a night out and
we had decided to visit a club after a few too many drinks. A BDSM
club to be precise.
that a look of enlightenment, or one of horror I see on your face
petal?” he smirked.
remember some friends from Uni and I thought it would be a good idea
to visit a BDSM club.” I answered falteringly. “We had all
watched a programme on the telly earlier in the week and it …sort
of… looked interesting.”
Interesting.” he reflected. “Well you certainly bit off more than
you could chew last night. Didn’t you? You came in shouting that you
needed a Dom to take control of you. Instead you acquired the
attention of a group of guys that had wandered in off the street, on
a stag party.”
this latest revelation I dropped my eyes to the floor, counting
myself a very lucky girl indeed, to have escaped a fate worse than
girl. THAT is why I saw potential in you last night. The fact that
you were so biddable and compliant. Your submissive side was very
evident or I wouldn’t have agreed so readily to our arrangement.”
At this I looked
I stammered. “What arrangement? I have no clue what you mean.”
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I finished this today, a real page turner and a must read for any bdsm erotica lifestyle fan.
, 8 Mar. 2016
This review is from: A Valentine’s Bind (Manchester Dominants & Submissives Book 1) (Kindle Edition)
A well written, enlightening tail that shows that love and trust comes in all shapes and forms.The written relationship between the sub and dom show’s the dynamics involved from meeting to moving onto more. Some great introspection and it also has a plot, a bdsm romance, possibly, you’d have to read to find that out though.
The play scenes were well thought out and flowed well. All in all a great erotic read.
well done Scarlett, now on to the next
Couldn’t put this book down.
, 7 Feb. 2016
This review is from: A Valentine’s Bind: Manchester Dominants and Submissives: Volume 1 (Manchester Dominants & Submissives) (Paperback)
Wow….what a read ,from the start I knew this was a book I wasn’t going to be able to put down.The characters were easily likable and following Nicky on her journey in to the world of Dominance and Submission was addictive….a very enjoyable read and so looking forward to reading more….
Love n Stuff
it hit me like a freight train. I finally remembered part of the