Read Her Mad Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 15) Online
Authors: Julia Mills
VIKTOR: Heart of Her King ~ Kings of
the Blood ~ Book1
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“Enjoy your stay in London, Ms. Romalesky. Thank you for
flying American Airlines.”
Enjoy? Yeah, right.
“I will and thank you, Natalie,” Kat smiled and answered the
perky flight attendant as sweetly as she could as she exited the plane. It was
the best she could do considering the Diet Pepsi and poorly baked fish she’d
consumed during her eight-hour sleepless flight from the states were
threatening to make an unwanted reappearance.
In less than eighteen hours she would meet the single most
powerful businessman in the world—the elusive Viktor Katsaros. Not only her
future but that of her father’s company depended on the multi-million dollar
deal she was hoping to broker between Roma Technologies and Katsaros
Industries. In the last two years, Kat had taken the nearly bankrupt company
she’d inherited after her parent’s death and turned it into a thriving business
that just the day before she’d left home had been added to the Forbes’ Most Innovative
Companies list. If she had any hopes of getting their new product in the hands
of consumers outside the U.S., she had to convince Katsaros to be her partner.
The man she was hinging all her hopes of success on was not
known for his willingness to partner with people. The little bit Kat had been
able to dig up about him on the internet and in articles gave her a clear
picture of a corporate raider. He took what he wanted at the lowest price, kept
it if it was something that interested him, but in most cases, broke the
companies into pieces and sold them off to the highest bidder. It was easy to
see how he’d become so rich and so infamous.
But none of that mattered. Kat had a stable company that was
operating in the black and she had the tech to back up a partnership. All the
patents and copyrights belonged to her personally, not Roma Tech, so even if
Katsaros tried to take her business, he would never get the moneymaker. That
was the beauty of still being an independent owner. Viktor Katsaros may be a
viper in business but Kat had dealt with vipers before.
She’d been working on the proposal for almost three months,
basically from the moment she’d met Roman Marinos, KI’s Vice President of
Operations, and if all the stories on the internet were true, Mr. Katsaros’
right-hand man. Kat had to believe it had been destiny that they’d literally
bumped into one another at the bar while attending Fortune Magazine’s Man of
the Year awards banquet.
She’d been there with the hopes of meeting Viktor Katsaros
and pitching her idea of their partnership to the man himself. After her many
emails to KI’s development department had gone unanswered, Kat was betting on a
long shot. By all accounts, Katsaros hadn’t been seen in public for nearly
twenty years, but she’d taken the chance that winning the same award for the
tenth year in a row would bring the recluse into the light. The outcome she
wanted hadn’t happened, but thankfully, the luck that had seen her through some
of the roughest times in her life was still on her side and she’d met Marinos.
Kat had been so shocked when he’d called her by name and
introduced himself. She’d almost dropped her ginger ale. Her surprise grew as
he apologized for her previously ignored correspondence and asked if she had
the time to discuss her proposal right then and there.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Kat had followed Marinos
to the table farthest from all the commotion, pulling data out of her
overworked brain as fast as she could. Once seated, he’d asked a few
preliminary questions about Roma Tech that she was positive he could’ve had
answered by any business website anywhere. It was Business 101 – never ask a
question you don’t know the answer to. If possible, it made her respect him
even more.
Fifteen minutes into the hour-long presentation she’d
practiced at least a hundred times in the mirror, Marinos lifted his index
finger and offhandedly said, “Excuse me for just a moment.”
Kat prepared for what she was sure was going to be the most
elegant and practiced brush off she’d ever gotten. From everything she’d seen
of this man so far, he was nothing if not the consummate professional. But to
her surprise, he’d taken his cell phone from his jacket pocket, made a few
quick key strokes, and placed the device between them on the table.
Marinos smiled as the phone rang but gave no explanation. On
the fourth ring, Kat opened her mouth to speak but quickly swallowed her words
as the voice on the other end answered, “Katsaros.”
The man’s voice was deep and warm but with a raw power that
seemed to resonate within her. He had an exotic accent; one she couldn’t place
but knew without a doubt was not British, despite reports that he’d lived in
London for most of his life.
You just can’t trust what you read on the internet.
“Roman, here. Glad to see you’re still awake, old boy.”
Phoebe: A ‘Not-Quite’ Phoenix Love
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I don’t think there’s a woman alive that didn’t spend at
least some of her childhood dreaming of being a princess. Lord knows, Disney
has done a good job at giving us every make, model, and description imaginable.
They fueled the imaginations of the little girls that wanted to be the damsel
in distress waiting for her prince charming, the ones that wanted to hang with
a bunch of little short men and sing in the woods and then even those of us
that wanted to kick ass and take names. To overcome whatever fate threw our way
with flair and witty one liners and come out on the other side to cheering
followers, a kingdom saved and the hot prince by our side.
Yeah, you guessed it. I was the latter, and still all these
years later, the girl inside of me screams to be set free and take over the
world. She wants to wear the crown, be the hero, and tell the rest of the world
to kiss her fanny.
I guess I’ve gotten ahead of myself, which is pretty much
par for the course. My name is Phoebe. I’m presently sitting in a dungeon.
(Yes, they still exist. No, I had no clue.) Waiting for my half-sister, (Didn’t
know one of those existed either.) to decide if I’m to be beheaded, hung, or
shot at dawn.
To say our long overdue family reunion was something that
Jax, a retired Marine and my best friend, would call a FUBAR, is an
understatement. It all started when my best bud and I were on our way to
Frank’s Place, a sports bar with the best wings in a five-hundred-mile radius,
to celebrate me finally passing the BAR exam. I say finally, not because I’ve
taken it more than once, but because it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to
do and now that I was officially a lawyer, I could justify the six-figure
student loan debt staring me in the face.
Thankfully, I had graduated in the top one percent of my
class and landed a job with the top firm in the state. Unfortunately, if
Helena, my bitch of a half-sister, has her way, it’s not going to matter. But I
digress…
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Hey Y’all! I’m Julia Mills
the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Dragon Guard Series.
I absolutely admit to being a sarcastic, southern woman who would rather spend
all day laughing than a minute crying. Living with my two most amazing
daughters and a menagerie of animals, keeps me busy but I love telling a good
story. Now, that I’ve decided to write the stories running through my brain, I
have to admit live has gotten to be even more fun!
My beliefs are simple. A good
book along with shoes, makeup, and purses will never let a girl down and no
hero ever written could compare to my real life hero, my dad! I’m a sucker for
a happy ending and alpha men make me swoon.
I’m still working on my story
but I promise it will contain as much love and laughter as I can pack in there!
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