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  "Listen to me," said Olivia, gathering them all together and trying to keep calm. "Yes. There might be. They do follow their own rules, and it was agreed just a few days ago that the one who brought back the most women to live here as mates, before the next full moon, would be the leader. As you can see," she said, looking out at the raucous, terrifying fight, "it hasn't been settled yet."

  But the women just looked at each other and began to smile. "If that's really all it is," one of them said, "we know just what to do."

  Olivia, Karen, Julia, and the other twenty women – even the ones who were afraid and did not want to stay – all climbed up to the top of the hillside and stood on the edge of the plain, watching from up there as the Dragonmen continued to fight. And they simply waited until the fighters noticed that their women seemed to have disappeared.

  Finally, sweating and exhausted, with a few of them bleeding, they stopped and looked up. "You have forgotten one element, Dragonmen," called Olivia. "You forgot about the female aspect. We must be considered, too, if we are to live here with one of you as our leader.

  "We have decided that we will break this tie for you, since you cannot agree on which of the three dragons will be your leader. We, the women, your mates, have chosen The Obsidian to lead the dragons here."

  Kushanu stepped forward and looked up to them. "Yet the agreement among the Dragonmen was that the one of us who brought back the most mates would lead us all."

  "Yes," said Olivia calmly, not wishing to be disrespectful to him. "And I believe you all have forgotten that we are the ones who can get those mates for you. We are the ones who can persuade other women that it is good for them to come here. And we have decided to persuade them on behalf of The Obsidian."

  15

  A few weeks later, just at twilight, Olivia stood at the very southern tip of their island and gazed far to the south. Beside her, his glassy scales shining in both the last light of the setting sun and the first light of the rising moon, The Obsidian also looked to the south.

  She knew what he was thinking. They had managed to create a viable settlement here, with shelter and good food and mates for all of them. The Obsidian had indeed become the undisputed leader of this colony.

  More of the small, strong houses were being built each day, and there were many women asking to live here and become the mate of either a Dragonman or a human man – more than they could accommodate – and so there would be no shortage of mates ever again.

  The dragons were even helping the human survivors wherever they found them and making their lives better any way they could, so there was little danger of any sort of war between dragons and humans on the island. Life was about as good as any of them could hope for.

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  Years ago I had fallen in love with Val Robbins, one of the best pilots in the military. A strong, gorgeous man with a heart of gold. We were inseparable, until a horrific plane crash took him from me.

  To this day I have never stopped loving Val, and I never will. I still wear my engagement ring.

  A few years later, I was moved to Antarctica to work on a new top secret project with the military.

  You see a while back, deep in the heart of the continent, a major discovery was made…dragons.

  The military used their extensive knowledge in genetic engineering to adapt and modify these creatures to serve them as the perfect all-purpose weapons.

  But their plans quickly went astray as the dragons started to show chameleon-like abilities to shapeshift themselves into men. Men that walked, talked and looked exactly like my Val. The lead dragon, the Sapphire spoke to me like it was Val all along.

  My brain struggled to grasp what was going on. By the time I was coming to grips with the thought of him being back in my life, everything went black.

  No one knows what really happened that night. We suspected that an asteroid slipped through the defenses and took out damn near everything in an instant. The world had gone silent, in a hurry.

  It was becoming a kill or be killed kind of world, and the dragons, our former weapons were taking their place atop the food chain.

  Do I rely on this new Val for protection, or am I better off on my own?

  Sapphire Embers is a unique sci-fi / shifter novella with lots of action and steam. It has no cheating, and an HEA, which means no cliff-hangers! Mature themes and language. Most definitely for 18+ readers only.

  CHAPTER ONE

  May, 2025

  At a non-existent military base in the USA

  "It's just a routine flight, Cara. I'll be back in plenty of time for dinner with you tonight," Val said, his blue eyes twinkling.

  "Dinner, Val? Tonight? Well, let me see. You're offering me a dinner date in a small and boring mess hall, with no view except the open desert surrounded by mountains." Cara Windborne smiled up at him, squinting a little in the bright sunlight. He looked just as sexy as ever, with his soft dark hair slightly windswept and his bright smile contrasting with the olive of his skin. Cara felt slightly breathless just thinking about dinner with him. “That sounds perfect."

  "Good, good." Val Robbins tucked his helmet under his arm, took Cara's hand, and kissed it. "I'm so glad you're here, now, even though they won't let you work on me anymore."

  "No, your fiancée is not allowed to be your flight surgeon. But I'm glad I'm here, too." She withdrew her hand, still smiling. "I think you know I'd go anywhere with you, Edward Valiant Robbins . . . anywhere at all."

  He did laugh at that. "I never should have told you that my mother named me after a romantic comic strip hero. But I guess it's too late now."

  "It certainly is."

  He looked a little more serious. "I know it's been tough to find the time around here, but I promise you – we're going to find more time for ourselves from now on. And Las Vegas isn't that far. Maybe next time, we'll have dinner at your favorite restaurant. At our favorite hotel."

  Cara found herself blushing at the memory of the last time they were together at that hotel. Val always knew exactly how to play her body, but that night he'd brought her to the brink over and over again before finally letting her crest into a mind-blowing orgasm that had left her shivering in incredible pleasure like she'd never felt before.

  She smiled crookedly at the man, knowing that he must also know exactly what she was thinking. "I'd like that. Be careful out there."

  He stepped back and flashed her a smile. "Hey, you're the doc, Dr. Winborne. Nobody knows better than you do about the great shape I'm in – ready for anything.” He winked. “See you tonight."

  "See you tonight."

  Though the two of them had only been here at this top-secret base for a few weeks now, Cara had met Val nearly a year before at another military base where she'd been assigned as a flight surgeon – someone who took care of the pilots and made sure they were fit to fly.

  Val was a fine man. He was smart. And funny. And handsome. Cara thought he was perfect.

  Four months ago, he asked her to marry him, and offered her the small but perfect platinum diamond ring she wore now.

  She watched him go striding out towards the hangar along with a few other men in flight suits, heading towards those ominous, featureless black planes.

  To Cara, those planes always looked more like supernatural creatures than conventional airplanes . . . They were like vicious bats, like the fiercest ravens, like fire-breathing dragons . . . Like no other aircraft in the world.

  The men who flew them were like no others in the world, either. "Please stay safe," she whispered, as he walked away.

  Cara returned to her office, where she worked as one of several flight surgeons for the base. Her nerves were on edge at the thought of Val flying one of those, but remin
ded herself that somebody flew those experimental airplanes virtually every day from this base. She certainly knew that from being one of the doctors who took care of those pilots, but she'd never been engaged to one of them before, either.

  She kept telling herself that she would have to get used to this. Keeping busy was the best cure, so she sat down and started catching up on some charts and dictation.

  An hour later, Cara suddenly sat up at the desk. The fire engine sirens were wailing outside – a lot of them – moving fast, as though racing at top speed to the end of the runway –

  #

  May, 2030

  At a secret location in Antarctica

  The first time she ever saw a dragon, Dr. Cara Winborne thought she would, in time, get used to the sight. It was her job to work with them, after all, and she saw them every day. She was sure that eventually, they would not make her heart stop and her breath catch in her throat anytime they were near.

  But Cara was wrong. She never did get used to them. And she knew, now, that she never would.

  Right now, she smoothed her long light brown ponytail and straightened the fur-lined hood of her parka where it rested on her shoulders. Approaching her from the far end of the underground corridor was a group of five handsome young men, all wearing uniforms and the same kind of heavy parka that she had on.

  Handsome, yes, but she did not even want to know their names if she could avoid it. She had no wish to become attached to any man again . . . at least, not for a very long time. Cara folded her hands, somewhat comforted by the feel of the platinum diamond ring that she had never once taken off, and faced the group.

  "Welcome to Antarctica. I'm Dr. Winborne. If you're here, it's because you have well above top-secret clearance and you're needed here. It's my job to help prepare you for what you will be doing.”

  "You think you're here for some advanced weapons training. In a sense, that's true, but I can only tell you that whatever you've heard will not even come close to what you are about to see. Please stay together and do not make any sudden moves. Do not speak above a whisper when you are close."

  The men all looked at each other briefly, but then faced her in silence once more.

  "Very good. This way, gentlemen," Cara said, and the group of five men followed her down the long, brightly lit, underground steel corridor.

  She spoke to them as they walked, wondering if they realized that the long and zigzagging corridor had a very gradual downward slope . . . that it actually led far underground, though the slant was difficult to detect.

  "There was one purpose to this project, which began some thirty years ago. And that purpose was to save lives."

  The only sound was the shuffling of their polished boots as they followed her. "Some said it was done to save money. But not entirely. Anytime one of those multi-billion dollar planes crashed, it almost always took the lives of the pilots with it.

  "Yes, I know it was an accepted risk. But I am a medical doctor. For that reason I, and many others here, always hoped that somehow we'd find a better way – a way to defend our world without wasting the finest men our country has to offer.

  "The blue-sky dream was creating the perfect fighting weapon that did not require a pilot in the cockpit. Yes, there are drones, even full-size ones, but they cannot do everything. And they are still incredibly complex and mind-blowingly expensive to create – never mind to replace.

  "We never thought anything like that would actually happen, of course. It was just a daydream. A fantasy. And then – one day – when an ice slide uncovered what looked like a huge cave in Antarctica, the fantasy became real."

  Cara stopped in front of a set of massive steel doors at the end of the corridor and entered her passcode. "Gentlemen, I give you Project: Reborn Fire. I give you – dragons."

  She pushed open the doors and walked inside, with the five staying close beside her. They all seemed to have stopped breathing, but she couldn't blame them.

  The dragons had that effect on her, too, even after all this time.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Cara and the five men stood inside an enormous and brightly lit natural cavern, at least the size several large aircraft hangars. The center of it was filled with computers and screens and tables and cabinets and all the rest of the equipment needed for a large and complex workplace.

  But all eyes were drawn to the three large caves set into the cavern walls – two along the side they faced, and one more at the far end.

  The vast opening of each cave was covered with thick, transparent, glass-like material from floor to ceiling, clearly revealing what was inside. The first cave held an enormous bright blue dragon. The second held one that was gleaming, glassy black. The third cave, down at the far end, held a dragon that was dazzling, shining white.

  "You'll notice that each one of the creatures is about the size of the B-1 Stealth Bomber," Cara said. "That's really not a coincidence. Some of us think it's the other way around."

  But the men weren't really listening to her. They were just staring. And she couldn't blame them.

  She walked towards the first of the three caves. "Yes, you're seeing what you think you're seeing. Dragons. With a little engineering, of course. But dragons nonetheless."

  "Where – where did you find them?" one of the men finally said, his voice low. "Or do you mean you – made them?"

  "Well, it's a little bit of both," Cara said, smiling. She stopped again, before the men got too close, and let them have another few moments to absorb what they were looking at. "I'll give you the short version.

  #

  "Just over thirty years ago, that cave I mentioned was discovered not far from here. It was investigated, of course, in case some hostile force was using it as a secret base. But there were no people there. Only dragons.

  "It was an entire colony of actual live dragons. Twenty-five of them, and hibernating when first uncovered. They were all different sizes, not quite as large as the ones you see here. Living, breathing, leathery white dragons who did everything the legends said they did once they were slowly warmed and awakened.

  "They flew. They breathed fire. They were powerful, dangerous, and absolutely magnificent. They were just like the most powerful fighter planes ever built, only these didn't have to be engineered and constructed at massive expense. They either reproduced on their own or could be cloned, which is all in an afternoon's work for scientists today.

  "It was immediately realized that if these creatures could be controlled, they would be the perfect defensive – and offensive – weapons. All it would take was some genetic engineering and we could grow fighter planes and weapons instead of building them. Living creatures instead of machines. DNA instead of metal and plastic.

  "A team was sent to Antarctica to build a complex near the dragon cave where the scientists could live and work. Once this place was ready, all that was needed was just one dragon for dissection and DNA."

  "Wait. Wait." One of the men caught her by the arm. "You're saying that you found a bunch of actual real live dragons – and then turned around and killed one of them? Just to experiment on?"

  Slowly Cara turned around to look at him and withdrew her arm from where he held it. For a long moment she was silent, but then finally began to speak.

  "Allow me to tell you a little more about myself," Cara said, looking at each one of the five. "I'm Cara Winborne, MD. I'm a flight surgeon. One of those responsible for the health and fitness of the pilots who fly those super-top-secret black aircraft.

  "Make no mistake: I'm proud to help those pilots. But I know how risky their work really is. I know better than many others do. Five years ago, one of those magnificent planes crashed out in the American desert. It took with it billions of dollars – and the lives of the two exceptional men who were piloting it."

  She tried to smile, though it was difficult to do that and still remain professional. But these men had to realize why this project was so important.

  "I was engaged to be marri
ed to one of those pilots. He and I would have been each other's future. And then in an instant, he was gone. It was a terrible loss and nearly insurmountable, both for the military and, for some of us, personally.”

  "I certainly realize that I'm not the first to lose a loved one like this. But I guess that's the point. No one else was ever in a position to stop that from happening again. But I was. And there was no way I would turn away from that.”

  "I love the dragons, too. They are magnificent, beautiful animals. But they are animals. They are not humans. And I must be sure you understand where the entire team stands on this question."

  Cara set her jaw and looked each of the five men straight in the eye. "None of us are in this place, doing this work because we were looking for easy answers and simple choices. You won't find any of those things here. If a decision must be made between human life and animal life – and in this place, it does – I will choose human life. I would have chosen him, every time.”

  "Make no mistake: That's what I'm doing by working on this project. Choosing him, and all the others like him."

  Cara paused. The brilliant, gleaming blue dragon in the cave nearest them was beginning to raise its head and slowly swing it in their direction.

  She took a deep breath, regaining her composure. "So. The three magnificent creatures that you see here are the result of those three decades of experimentation and work.”

  "There are more of these engineered dragons, of course. We call those the Fleet Dragons and they are all cloned from these three. But these, the originals, are so valuable that they never leave this place. They are studied every second of every day. Everything they do is documented. It always will be."

  She glanced back at the silent men. "Now, gentlemen, if you'll follow me, I'll introduce you."