G. A. Aiken

It'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 fill 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... Dragon Kin #1

"HE SAYS ... I, Aidan the Divine, am, well divine. My name was given to me by the Dragon Queen herself! I'm a delight! Cheerful. Charming. And a mighty warrior who is extremely handsome with a very large and well-hidden hoard of gold. I am also royal born, despite the fact that most in my family are horrendous beings that don't deserve to live. And yet, Branwen the Awful "a low-born, no less" either tells me to shut up or, worse, ignores me completely. SHE SAYS ... I'll admit, I ignore Aidan the Divine because it annoys him. A lot. But, we have so much to do right now, I can't worry about why he keeps staring at me, or why he always sits so close, or why he keeps looking at me like he's thinking about kissing me. We have our nations to save and no time for such bloody foolishness ... no matter how good Aidan looks or how long his spiked tail is. Because if we're going to win this war before it destroys everything we love, we'll have to face our enemies together, side by side and without distractions. But if we make it out alive, who knows what the future will hold ..."--Provided by publisher.

"I know what they see when they look at me. The charming, soft-spoken dragoness bred from the most powerful of royal bloodlines. A disguise stronger than any battle shield that allows me to keep all suitors at tail's length. A technique that's worked until him. Until Ragnar the Cunning, handsome barbarian warlord and warrior mage from the desolate Northlands. Unlike those who've come before him, he does not simply submit to my astounding charm and devastating smile. Instead, he dismisses me as vapid, useless and, to my great annoyance, rather stupid! Yet I'll allow no male to dismiss me. Soon he'll learn my worth, my many skills, and the strength of my will. For this one challenges me enough to make me want to ruthlessly taunt him, tease him and, finally, when the trap is set, bring him to his knees."--P.of cover.

"With the turbulence and psychedelia of the sixties as a backdrop, this is the untold story of the wild and liberated life of The Doors and lead singer Jim Morrison, by the only one who was there from the beginning.". "Ray Manzarek, a gifted musician heavily influenced by the Chicago blues sound back home, arrives in southern California and enters the UCLA film program. There he befriends a fellow film student from Florida named Jim Morrison. From the beginning, Manzarek and Morrison click, sharing the same literary, music, and film influences. They not only become friends but are rarely apart, until Morrison moves to Paris shortly before his death in 1971.". "Together with Robby Krieger and John Densmore, they create a sound, an original mix of jazz, classical, California surf, Flamenco guitar, and Chicago blues, that makes an irreversible impact on the music of the day." "His story lays to rest the rumors that have abounded about the band, and gives illumination to the dark, shamanic myths that have surrounded the incendiary life of Jim Morrison."--BOOK JACKET.

AKA: "About A Dragon" For Nolwenn witch Talaith, a bad day begins with being dragged from bed by an angry mob intent on her crispy end and culminates in rescue by-wait for it-a silver-maned dragon. Existence as a hated outcast is nothing new for a woman with such powerful secrets. The dragon, though? A tad unusual. This one has a human form to die for, and knows it. According to dragon law, Talaith is now his property, for pleasure…or otherwise. But if Lord Arrogance thinks she’s the kind of damsel to acquiesce without a word, he’s in for a surprise… Is the woman never silent? Briec the Mighty knew the moment he laid eyes on Talaith that she would be his, but he’d counted on tongue-lashings of an altogether different sort. It’s embarrassing, really, that it isn’t this outspoken female’s magicks that have the realm’s greatest dragon in her thrall. No, Briec has been spellbound by something altogether different-and if he doesn’t tread carefully, what he doesn’t know about human women could well be the undoing of his entire race…