Waking Tamara by Beverly Ovalle

 

 

 The apocalypse has been and gone.

Generations have passed.

The old world wakes up to a future they never imagined.

Waking Tamara

A Dragon’s Fated Heart Book 4

by Beverly Ovalle

Genre: Paranormal Romance  

 The apocalypse has been and gone.

Generations have passed.

The old world wakes up to a future they never imagined.

Indra answers a mating call and is plunged into his future. He’s drawn to a beauty frozen in the

past. He wants more than a kiss when he wakes her. But he has to have patience.

Gazing into Indra’s eyes, Mara is instantly smitten. One surprise after another has her believing

in fairy tales. But there are no princes in her story, only dragons.

Believing in dragons isn’t the hard part. Even becoming a dragon brings her more pleasure than

she’d ever dreamed. But being told she’s becoming a parent without her consent.

Nope.

Indra has some groveling to do.

Indra was magnificent in the daylight. His dark scales shimmered with different shades of green and brown. If you didn’t know he was there, he blended into the earth and surroundings. She licked her lips. If she didn’t know it was Indra, she’d be wet-her-pants scared right now. “Now what?” As a dragon, he was a bit intimidating. 

“Now this.” Mischief sparkled in his eyes. He leaped and grabbed her. Then set her in the IBC container. His talons hooked through the metal grating surrounding what was left of the white plastic tank. He soared up and Mara’s feet slid. 

She quickly sank down to sit against the container wall. She used Indra’s pants to cushion her bottom. From the shape it was in, she would have to agree that plastic didn’t degrade. She doubted anyone was still producing them. Which meant this container was close to a couple hundred years old. Maybe. The date stamped into the plastic bottom was 2007. Ironically, a number five recycling symbol was also pressed into the bottom, yet it was still around. Her race had done their best to destroy their world without even trying. Hopefully, they would do better this time around.  

She really wished she had a way of telling how much time had passed. Nine generations would indicate a minimum time of around one hundred eighty years. If you counted twenty years as a generation. Her brain hurt thinking about it. 

Mara laughed to herself. It didn’t even matter in the scheme of things. It wasn’t like the waking up of a few hundred people from before the apocalypse would rebuild the world.  

She felt it would be a huge culture shock for the majority of those they were waking. Then, once they met shifters, their world would be turned on edge. The dragons had no intention of going back into hiding. It didn’t seem like the wolves would either. She had to wonder where the population percentages stood. 

The basket stopped moving and jarred her slightly as it hit the ground. She threw Indra’s pants out of the basket and stood. 

Indra shifted and lifted her out and dressed. “Thanks. Let’s get the corn in the basket.” 

They leaned over and started tossing the ears in the plastic container. It was tedious. Mara and Indra groaned and stretched out their backs. 

Indra pulled her in for a hug and tugged her off the ground with a bit of a shake. 

“Oh.” Her back cracked. Mara dropped her head forward onto Indra’s chest. “Thank you.” 

“We should get back. Hopefully, they found your dad or your brother.” He squeezed her, then tilted her face toward him. “Or we could stay here for a while.” His lips descended on hers. 

Her knees wobbled, and she leaned against him to keep from falling. “That sounds nice.” 

“Just nice?” He chuckled against her lips. “I must not be doing it right.” 

“Are you done yet?” Randy’s voice pulled a groan from Indra. “I came to help, but I see nothing I can help with.” He wrapped his arms around both of them. 

Indra shrugged him off, baring his teeth. 

Randy just laughed. 

“We might as well go.” Mara climbed over the container wall and wiggled down among the corn. 

Indra tossed his pants at Randy and shifted, stirring up the dirt and chaff in the area. 

“Dammit, Indy.” Randy ran and leaped into the container just as Indra lifted it into the air. “Fly, Indy, fly!” He whooped and burrowed next to Mara. 

She chuckled and shook her head. 

“So, are you boning my cousin?” He wagged his eyebrows. “Tell me all.” 

Indra growled above them and Randy snorted. 

Mara dropped her head into her hands. This flight couldn’t land soon enough. 

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 Beverly Ovalle dabbled with writing on and off for years when her best friend finally dared her to submit a story to a writing contest. Beverly decided she had nothing to lose and since she'd always wanted to be an author sent it in and agonized for months waiting to hear back. Contract in hand she has never looked back.

Beverly Ovalle has been obsessed with dragons and romance since she was a young girl, collecting dragon books and reading everything she could find on them even down to the care of real-life dragons. She's always been slightly panicked that the world as we know it will end, so has prepped for it, haunting survivalist pages and prepper projects she felt she needed in the event SHTF (shit hit the fan).

An avid fan of all romance, Beverly's goal is to share her love of the written word and write the spicy romances that she enjoys. She writes what she loves to read and it was only a matter of time before her obsessions crept into her writing for her to share. She hopes you enjoy her tales as much as she loves writing them.

A United States Navy Veteran, Beverly has traveled around the world and the United States enabling her to bring her settings to life. Reading romances since the fourth grade she's followed as the genre changed and spread into the vast cornucopia of romance offered today.

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