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Grigor (Dragon Hearts 5)
Grigor (Dragon Hearts 5)
Grigor (Dragon Hearts 5)
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GRIGOR is the 5th book in USA Today and Amazon #1 Bestselling Indie Author, Carole Mortimer’s, paranormal series, DRAGON HEARTS.

Author’s Note: Beware of very sexy alpha dragon shifters on the hunt for their fated mates!

Grigor Pendragon is nearer to turning feral than any of his brothers, of making that final shift and remaining in his dragon form. If— When this happens, his brothers will have no choice but to kill him, before he harms any humans, who for sixteen hundred years haven’t known of their existence.

The only thing that will stop Grigor’s last and fatal shift is meeting and claiming his fated mate, the one woman meant just for him.

Gayle Wilson is independent and outspoken, a computer geek, and she has no idea her sister, Holly, is now the mate of a dragon shifter, or that Dylan’s seven brothers are also dragon shifters.

What she does know is that she’s being kept a virtual prisoner at Pendragon Castle, the family’s home in North Wales, until her sister comes back from her trip away with Dylan. Gayle isn’t at all impressed when Grigor, the eldest Pendragon brother, announces she belongs to him now, and then expects her to do exactly what he tells her to do. Admittedly, he’s tall—very!—dark, and handsome, with muscles that go on for miles, but there’s no way she’s going to belong to anyone, least of all the arrogant and cold Grigor Pendragon. The first opportunity she gets she’s getting out of there and going back to London, and to hell with the whole of the Pendragon family.

But when danger starts stalking her, Grigor is the only one she can turn to for help.

More books by Carole Mortimer:

Dragon Hearts:
NATHANIEL (Dragon Hearts 1)
DERYK (Dragon Hearts 2)
BRYN (Dragon Hearts 3)
DYLAN (Dragon Hearts 4)
GRIGOR (Dragon Hearts 5)
GARRETT (Dagon Hearts 6)
More books to come in this series

Regency Sinners Series:
Wicked Torment (Regency Sinners 1)
Wicked Surrender (Regency Sinners 2)
Wicked Scandal (Regency Sinners 3)
Wicked Deception (Regency Sinners 4)
Wicked Captive (Regency Sinners 5)
Wicked Temptation (Regency Sinners 6)
Wicked Sinner (Regency Sinners 7)
I more book to come in this series

Regency Unlaced Series:
Books 1-9: Series is now complete

Contemporary Knight Security Series – spin-off to Alpha Series:
Books 0.5–6: Series is now complete

Contemporary Alpha Series:
Books 1-8: Series is now complete.

Carole Mortimer has written over 230 books, in paranormal romance, contemporary romantic suspense, and Regency. She became an indie author in 2014. In May 2017 she received a Career Achievement Award from Romantic Times. She is the Recipient of the 2015 Romance Writers of America’s Lifetime Achievement Award. An Entertainment Weekly Top 10 Romance Author—ever. 2014 Romantic Times Pioneer of Romance. She was also recognized by Queen Elizabeth II in 2012, for her “outstanding service to literature”.

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Release dateMay 25, 2018
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Grigor (Dragon Hearts 5)
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Carole Mortimer

Zu den produktivsten und bekanntesten Autoren von Romanzen zählt die Britin Carole Mortimer. Im Alter von 18 Jahren veröffentlichte sie ihren ersten Liebesroman, inzwischen gibt es über 150 Romane von der Autorin. Der Stil der Autorin ist unverkennbar, er zeichnet sich durch brillante Charaktere sowie romantisch verwobene Geschichten aus. Weltweit hat sie sich in die Herzen vieler Leserinnen geschrieben. Nach der Schule begann Carole Mortimer eine Ausbildung zur Krankenschwester, musste die Ausbildung allerdings aufgrund eines Rückenleidens nach einem Jahr abbrechen. Danach arbeitete bei einer bekannten Papierfirma in der Computerabteilung. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt schrieb sie ihren ersten Liebesroman, das Manuskript wurde abgelehnt, da es zu kurz war und die Handlung nicht den Ansprüchen des Verlags genügte. Bevor sie einen zweiten Versuch wagte, schmollte sie nach eigenen Angaben erst einmal zwei Jahre. Das zweite Manuskript wurde dann allerdings angenommen, und es war der Beginn ihrer erfolgreichen Karriere als Autorin von modernen Liebesromanen. Sie selbst sagt, dass sie jeden Augenblick des Beginns ihrer Karriere genossen hat, sie war die jüngste Autorin des Verlags Mills & Boon. Carole Mortimer macht das Schreiben viel Freude, sie möchte gern mindestens weitere zwanzig Jahre für ihre Leserinnen schreiben. Geboren wurde Carole Mortimer 1960 in Ost-England, und zwar in einem winzigen Dorf. Sie sagt, das Dorf sei so klein, dass, sollte der Fahrer beim Durchfahren einmal zwinkern, er den Ort vollkommen übersehen könnte. Ihre Eltern leben immer noch in ihrem Geburtshaus, ihre Brüder wohnen in der Nähe der Eltern. Verheiratet ist sie mit Peter, ihr Mann brachte zwei Kinder mit in die Ehe, sie leben in einem wunderschönen Teil Englands. Die beiden haben vier Söhne, zusammen sind es sechs Kinder, zwischen dem ältesten und jüngsten bestehen 22 Jahre Altersunterschied. Außerdem haben sie einen Kleintierzoo sowie einen Hund, der zur Hälfte von einem Kojoten abstammt und den die Familie aus Kanada mitbrachte.

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    Grigor (Dragon Hearts 5) - Carole Mortimer

    Dragon Hearts 5

    GRIGOR

    By

    Carole Mortimer

    USA Today Bestselling Author

    COPYRIGHT

    Copyright © 2018 Carole Mortimer

    Cover Design Copyright © Glass Slipper Designs

    Editor: Linda Ingmanson

    Formatter: Matthew Mortimer

    ISBN: 978-1-910597-63-7

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    All Rights Reserved.

    DEDICATIONS

    My Wonderful Family

    Chapter 1

    Pendragon Castle,

    North Wales

    If one of you arrogant bastards doesn’t let me out of here soon so I can go to the bathroom, I’m going to make a terrible mess on the floor—and we all know you aren’t going to like that!

    Grigor had halted so abruptly in his walk through the entrance hall of the family castle that his brother Aeran walked into the back of him. What—or should I say who?—the hell is that? he turned to demand, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

    Aeran gave a grimace. Our reluctant guest.

    Grigor scowled. I think the reluctance is a given in view of her comment. Would you mind telling me what she’s doing in our dungeon? They usually only used the dungeon in the rock-hewn basement when one of the dragon shifter brothers needed to be confined. And once with Chloe, his brother Nathaniel’s mate.

    The eight Pendragon brothers had been searching for their fated mates for most of their sixteen hundred years of existence. The mate they needed to bond with if they didn’t want to shift into their dragon form and remain that way, becoming completely feral, and forcing their brothers to eliminate them.

    The line between the brothers and their dragons had become thinner and thinner in the twenty-first century, occasionally necessitating that one of them be locked in the castle’s dungeon until the danger passed.

    Miraculously, four of the brothers had found their fated mates in the past year, but of the four remaining, Grigor knew that he was the closest to shifting and becoming feral.

    Or, at least, he had been.

    Because the moment he heard the voice of the woman his brothers had locked in the dungeon, he had recognized her as being his fated mate.

    He had no idea who she was or what she looked like, only that she was his.

    Chapter 2

    Bloody arrogant Welsh bastards.

    She was locked in a real live dungeon, for God’s sake, with a small battery lamp to show there was only a bed and a bucket—and if the Pendragon brothers thought she was going to use that to pee in, then they were mistaken!—inside the three rock-hewn walls and the metal floor-to-ceiling bars as the fourth one. Those bars were wedged so far down into the rock above and below, they were impossible to move. She knew, because she’d tried.

    Admittedly, the Pendragon brothers lived in a castle that had been built for their ancestors in the fifth century or something like that, but surely it shouldn’t still have a dungeon. Most people would have converted this basement area to a fantastic indoor swimming pool complex by now.

    But not the Pendragon brothers.

    She’d met only six of them so far. Arrogant Nathaniel. Outwardly charming but definitely dangerous Deryk. Dour Bryn. Mischievous Garrett. Serious Aeran. Scientist Dylan. All of them were devastatingly handsome and charismatic. The other two brothers, Rhys and Grigor, were off somewhere doing something for Pendragon Security, a company run by all the brothers.

    How weird was it that the eight brothers, all aged in their thirties, still lived in this castle together, even though three of them were married and one was about to be?

    She—

    Gayle.

    She spun round to look down the stone hallway for the source of that deep and compelling voice. All she could see in the darkness was the huge, looming shape of a man as he came down the stone steps to the dungeon level. But she didn’t recognize that voice as belonging to one of the Pendragon brothers. 

    Who the hell are you? she demanded.

    Moderate your language, woman.

    Fuck off, she snapped. And stop hiding in the shadows and show yourself.

    Grigor’s first thought as he looked at her from the darkness of the hallway was that there had to be some sort of mistake. This young woman, possibly aged in her early twenties and with a mouth on her like a dockworker, couldn’t possibly be the mate fate had chosen for him.

    Admittedly, she was beautiful, with long red hair that reached almost to her waist, her skin the delicate white of a natural redhead, all the curves of her tall and willowy body revealed in the figure-hugging green T-shirt and jeans she wore. His gaze moved instinctively to her long and slender neck, where he would place their mating bite.

    She had dark green eyes that glittered against that pale complexion, bow-shaped lips, the top one fuller than the bottom as an indication of a passionate nature, with a small and pointed chin to go with what he already knew to be a statement of her stubbornness.

    She had also easily resisted the compulsion in his voice. Something only another dragon shifter or fated mate could do.

    Well? she challenged.

    Well what? Grigor returned evenly.

    She breathed heavily through her nose. Are you going to let me see you or just continue hiding?

    How long have you been down here?

    Obviously long enough to need a pee! And don’t even mention using the bucket in the corner, because—well—ew!

    Grigor drew in several deep and controlling breaths. He had waited sixteen hundred years for this woman who talked of her bodily functions so readily?

    Mine.

    His dragon appeared to think that was the case. The lethal talons that had pierced the tops of his fingers at the first sound of her voice indicated the same. The rock-hard length of his aroused cock wholeheartedly agreed with them.

    Grigor would be lying if he didn’t admit he was burning with the desire to bite and claim his mate. That his body shook at the control it was taking not to do so immediately. But this woman was human, too young, too mouthy, too much of the twenty-first century.

    He had thought his mate, if he was ever lucky enough to find her, would be a female dragon shifter, if any still existed. Or, if human like his brothers’ mates, that she would at least be ladylike. The sort of woman who would respect his authority and acquiesce to all his decisions and demands.

    Within a few seconds of meeting him, this young woman had told him to fuck off.

    He was the acknowledged leader of the Pendragon family of dragon shifters, more powerful and imposing than any of his brothers. His regal bearing as dragon demanded and was given respect. No one, not even his mate, spoke to him this way, not if they wanted to continue breathing—

    You’re another one of them, aren’t you? she accused knowingly.

    Grigor eyed her guardedly. Another what?

    Gayle sighed her impatience. Overbearing Pendragon brother. God knows what my sister, Holly, is doing thinking of marrying one of you. She gave a disgusted shake of her head. Admittedly, Dylan is one fine-looking man, she said grudgingly. But he’s also possessive as hell and twice as arrogant. Which of the scary bastards are you? Rhys or Grigor— Whoa! She stepped hurriedly back as a huge and threatening man suddenly loomed on the other side of the metal bars.

    He appeared to be a foot taller than her own five feet seven inches, with dark overlong hair, his skin slightly swarthy, with a sculpted face that looked as if it had been hewn from the same unrelenting rock as the dungeon walls.

    She hated that she’d flinched away as if afraid of him, but she hadn’t been prepared for the speed with which he’d moved. One minute, he had been standing out of sight in the shadowed hallway, the next… Dear God, the next, he was glaring through those metal bars at her with the fiercest and darkest eyes she had ever seen. Eyes that glittered like onyx, with a deep red glow at their center.

    What the hell…?

    Not so brave now, are you, little one? His top lip was turned back in a sneer, almost a snarl.

    Gayle literally felt the color drain from her cheeks even as she gave a defiant lift of her chin. This man might be the biggest and scariest of the Pendragon brothers she’d met so far, but if he expected her sister to agree to marry his brother Dylan, there was no way he was going to hurt her.

    Brave enough, she snapped.

    Those dark eyes raked over her from her head to her toes and then back again, the sneer having deepened on the man’s sculpted lips by the time his critical gaze returned to Gayle’s face.

    She raised her chin another notch. Like what you see?

    His mouth quirked into a humorless smile. You are…beautiful, he acknowledged. Perhaps, with time, I can do something about what comes out of your mouth. Or simply find other uses for it, he added with satisfaction.

    She eyed him pityingly. You and who else, big boy?

    He gave a low growl. I don’t anticipate needing any assistance in the endeavor.

    Gayle would like to say she felt as confident on the inside as she was trying to project on the outside. But this man totally unnerved her. For all that he looked like a roughly hewn statue come to life, there was something…wild lurking inside him to go along with that growl. Something untamed and untamable.

    Which was a weird thing to think about someone she was sure had to be another one of Dylan’s brothers. The likeness in coloring and facial features was too striking. According to Aeran, Rhys was a warrior and Grigor the eldest of the brothers, and therefore the accepted patriarch of the family.

    She gave the huge man in front of her an assessing glance. He looked fiercer, colder, harsher, and therefore slightly older than the other Pendragon brothers. He also exuded a leashed power that caused butterflies in the pit of Gayle’s stomach.

    You’re Grigor, she guessed.

    He gave an inclination of his head. And you are Gayle, sister to my brother’s mate.

    Fiancée. What was it with the Pendragon brothers? They lived in a castle, all of them, including their wives and a cute baby that belonged to Nathaniel and Chloe, despite the couple having a house of their own on the other side of the mountain. Tegan, Bryn’s wife, was apparently expecting a baby in six months’ time too. But it wasn’t natural in this day and age, was positively feudal, for whole families to live together like this.

    And how weird was it that Grigor had called her sister Dylan’s mate?

    It was bloody medieval was what it was, like the rest of everything to do with the Pendragon family, including having this damned dungeon in the basement. Your brothers locked me in here because I said I was leaving. Those fierce dark eyes narrowed at her statement,

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