by Susannah Scott
Not sexy. Nope, not even a little bit.
When I tell them then that my heros are hunky dragon-shifters, who own a swanky Vegas casino—kind of like vampires, with wings. I usually gets a 50% smile and nod rate, while the other half look even more perplexed.
The ones who “get it,” always ask, how did you start writing about dragons?
Interesting story, that. My inspiration for my Las Vegas Dragons, involved a summer day, a spring feed river, and a Smith and Wesson dagger…
I live in a rural area, and during the summer, it is our family’s favorite escape to go to one of the local spring-fed rivers. Now, lest you think it is entirely bucolic, our peaceful spot of heaven is also “floated” from 1-6 pm Saturday by folks from the metroplex, who carpool south in party barges loaded with kegs, and Mardi Gras beads, and vodka Jello shots.
When the canoers hit our stretch of the river, the limestone bluffs echo with their whooping and rated-R antics. We enjoy the entertainment very much. If you’ve never seen a drunk, sun-burned man stand up in the back of a canoe and yell at his wife to watch for rocks, only to plow into said rocks, then summersault-face-plant into 65 degree water—it is a laugh-out-loud show!
The juxtaposition of one of the most beautiful places on the earth, with the Bourbon Street behavior, never fails to tickle my funny and creative bones. I sun bathe and make up back-stories for the couples that float by. I pull out my body language and emotional thesaurus books and test my skills.
One summer morning, we recovered a sheathed dagger from the river. We usually find sunglasses and shoes—lots of beer cans—but not weapons. I twirled the knife in my hand as my imagination skipped like a flat rock over the water: a dagger, a fight, a thief…
Overhead, a blue heron flapped by, big and graceful in the air, elegantly swooping his feet toward the river with each U stoke. I warg-ed into his brain, feeling the wind through his wing tips, the brush of water on my feet, the lure of fish swimming under the surface, the thrill of the hunt.
Ah ha—a dagger, a fight, a thief—and a dragon! I knew then, that my next paranormal hero would be a shape-shifting dragon, and my heroine a conflicted thief. Now, all these years later, I have three books in the Vegas series available. With Dragon Her Back releasing this week for just $0.99 !
My sincere creative thanks to the inebriated owner of the Smith and Wesson Dagger lost in a rock-meet-canoe collision during the summer of 2012. May you shoot infused Jello all the days of your life!
If you are one of the ones who “get” dragon-shifters, give my series a try! You might be the one to dispel the reptilian stereotype under which my poor maligned dragons suffer. Trust me baby, there is no cold-blood running in their veins, they’re hot-blooded. Check it and see. They’ve got a fever of 103. Hot blooded!
Bonus points, and a free e-copy of Dragon Her Back to the 1st commenter who can tell me where I lifted the term: warg-ed. Go!
All my best, and happy holidays,
DRAGON HER BACK
How To Claim Your Dragon…
As the head of security of Vegas’s Crown Jewel casino―and its hidden dragonshifter sanctuary―ice dragon Darius Dachien commands respect. Unfortunately, that respect isn’t always reciprocated. In fact, when it comes to the stunning Mei Chen, hostility might be a better word. Which makes things even harder for Darius, since Mei is his dragon mate. Without her, his dragon form is fading fast…and once lost, will be goneforever.
Mei can’t deny the fierce chemistry that simmers between them. If Darius were ever to discover who―or rather, what―she really is, she wouldn’t just lose him, but her place with the dragonshifters. The moment Mei’s past comes crashing into her present, she realizes her time for secrets has ended. Now she must reveal her true self…and risk both her life and her heart with the one man who could destroy her.