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When I was writing BEG ME TO SLAY, my heroine, Tegan was Welsh. While I was researching the welsh legends I thought I was looking for demons, since my hero, Gabe, was a demon slayer, but the more I researched, the more I discovered Welsh dragons. The red dragon is even on their national flag!
Her father, Maddock, has kept a secret family heirloom that documents a curse on their family line. The red dragon’s family line.
Here’s a peek inside the cover…
closing the drawers in a certain succession, a concealed drawer
dropped from the bottom onto the floor.
Tegan squinted, struggling to see the contents. “What’s that?”
He scooped it up and laid it on top of the desk. “After you
were attacked, I talked to the doctors at the hospital. They
couldn’t explain the wound. They tried to tell me he stabbed you
and that the wound was cauterized with acid. It was the only way
they could explain it. You should have been bleeding.” He stared
at his desk. “But then I watched them change the dressing on the
wound, and I knew.”
Tegan scooted to the edge of the couch. “Knew what, Daddy?”
His dark eyes met hers. “Y ddraig goch. The red dragon. Ever
since he defeated the white dragon and saved our land, his people
have been hunted.”
“I was not attacked by a dragon.” But she wasn’t ready to tell
him it was a demon, either.
He waved her contradiction away. “He would not look like a
dragon in our world.”
She frowned as he handed her a worn leather book filled
with faded Welsh Gaelic scribblings. Years ago he’d taught her his
language, but without anyone to practice with, she was rusty. It
looked like names and dates mostly.
“That’s our family ledger, Tegan. You weren’t the first to bear
the mark.” He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Just the first to
live through it.”
“The mark?” She closed the book. “What are you talking
“You weren’t stabbed. You were bitten.” His eyes welled with
tears. “I was so grateful you were spared. I’d hoped it was over.
But tonight, when yer ‘friend’ showed me a Welsh dagger with ‘Y
Ddraig Goch ddyry gychwyn‘ carved into the blade…” He shook
his head slowly. “He’s more than he seems, that one. Anyway, it
was time. I wanted to tell you. Everything.”
Tegan’s heart pounded. “Why didn’t you say something
“Would you have believed me?” He stared at the ledger.
“All this time I thought I was crazy.”
“I’m sorry.” He rubbed his wrinkled brow. “I had no one I
could turn to, and when days, weeks, months passed…” His gaze
met hers. “I started to believe the doctors were right. I was foolish
for believing the old stories.”
He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, holding back
any stray tears. “I have no idea how you escaped, but there might
be something in the ledger that could help.”
Tegan pressed her lips together. If she leveled with him about
Gabe, it might ease his worry, but it could also ruin the peace for
“Does Mom know about any of this?”
“Yer mother isn’t of Welsh blood. Dragons and demons are
fairy tales for her. I thought it best they stay that way.” He paused
and glanced at the door. “I want you to take the ledger and show
it to yer friend. He believes more than you realize. He carries a
dragon dagger in his coat.”
“Gabe hunts and kills demons, Dad.” Tegan sighed. “I can’t
believe I’m telling you this.” She clutched the ledger to her chest
and looked at her dad again. “I told him it would worry you and
Mom if you found out I hired a private eye.”
He leaned back in his chair. “The hand-holding, that kiss, was
all for show?”
She nodded. “Yes, but please don’t let Mom in on it. She hasn’t
looked this happy since before the attack.”
“Why do you think I brought you inside, eh?” He smiled, and
the knot in her stomach loosened.
They walked back toward the party. “You tell Gabe something
“Sure, Daddy.” She looked up at him. “What?”
“Tell him to kill that dragon.”
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