Georgie and the Dragon
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by Cindy Spencer Pape
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Who'd believe that in the enlightened year of 1815, Georgie Grisham's Welsh village still felt the need to make its 100-year sacrifice to the local dragon lord? And just because she was supposed to be a descendant of St. George, why was everyone in town suddenly looking at her? Fine. If being the dragon sacrifice would save her younger siblings from the poor house, she'd do it. After she got the agreement in writing. When the villagers found her safe and sound the next morning, maybe they'd quit believing in this dragon nonsense. But just in case there was some truth to it, she was taking her great-great grandfather's sword. Someone needed to put an end to this appalling tradition once and for all. When Caddoc sees the buxom, flame-haired beauty waiting for him on the rocks, he can't resist flying in for a closer look. Then the little minx tries to stab him with an enchanted sword. For the first time in centuries, this sacrifice business is going to be fun. First he has to take away her weapon, and, takes her back to his lair. After he shapeshifts to human form - a shape she recognises as the reclusive lord of a nearby castle - he can teach her what it means to satisfy all the cravings of a dragon.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: April 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [80 KB]
Reading time: 44-62 min.
"We're going to have to sell the sword."
Three identical gasps filled the room.
Georgiana Burns looked into the shocked eyes of her younger brother and sisters and shrugged. "I'm sorry. But Papa's replacement will be here in a week, so we have to vacate the vicarage. We've nowhere else to go, and grandfather's sword is the only thing we have of sufficient value to sustain us."
Mama's few pieces of jewellery wouldn't fetch nearly enough, and could be put to better use when the time came to find husbands for her sisters. But the sword--now that would lease them a cottage, clothe and feed all four of them, and see to Richard's education.
"But that sword belonged to St. George himself," Willa protested, looking up through the lenses of her spectacles. "It slew the dragon. We can't sell it. It's our heritage."
Georgie leaned across the table to squeeze her youngest sister's shoulder. "We must, dearest. There's no other way." The sword had been her grandfather's prized possession, and she did hate to sell it. Not that she believed her family was genuinely descended from the St. George, or that the sword in question was his, but it was very, very old, and the gems in the cross on the pommel were real.
"Actually, I think there is." They all swivelled to look at Hetty. Her usually dreamy blue eyes were clouded and she gnawed on her full lower lip. "Squire Partridge did mention..."
"No!" He'd mentioned it to Georgie, too, and it was one of the reasons she wanted to get out of the village as quickly as possible. She had no intention of selling her sister to the fat, fifty-something squire. And she didn't trust him not to take what he couldn't obtain through honourable means.
Hetty sighed. "Well, then you could find a husband. It seems to me that that would solve everyone's problems."
"Certainly, dear. I'll run right out and do that." Georgie shook her head. While pretty, blonde Hetty was already fighting off suitors, Georgie had never had that problem. With flame-red hair and a too plump figure, she wasn't the sort men fought duels over. Even at only two and twenty, she already knew she was permanently on the shelf.