As we enter week three of my month long celebration of being a published author, I’m excited to talk about the third book in the Order of the Dragon Knights ~ Dragon Knight’s Axe!
Alastair MacKay was one of the most intense characters I’ve written. In addition, he was also physically scarred on his face. He constantly battled his inner demon–dragon. And how can any of us forget when he left Fiona! I was furious, but understood he needed to heal–man and beast. The Great Dragon was instrumental in shedding some light and smacking some sense into her Dragon Knight. However, there were tender moments throughout the story to help soften him, especially when he was around animals.
Now to share a secret. The first chapter was not to my editor’s liking. She found it weak. It was a tough moment for me, and I had to remove all emotion. I remember the day clearly after our phone conversation. I was sick to my stomach. How could I pull out angst from this angry and defensive man? Afterwards, I pulled out the first two books and read the first opening chapters of each to my husband. Then, I read Alastair’s opening scene to him. His response. “It’s soft.”
There was my answer. So, in between cooking a Thanksgiving meal, I had a sit down conversation with Alastair within my mind. I kept telling him that I needed to “break” him. I had to show the world his despair and torment within his body and mind . And he gave me permission. I handed in the revised first chapter a few days later and my editor loved it! (Psst…I adore my editor)
In the end, I loved Alastair and Fiona’s story. It was heartbreaking in places, but love is never an easy road.
For a chance to win this week’s giveaway, share you favorite scene from Dragon Knight’s Axe. I’ll choose one random winner on Friday.
Part 3 ~ Deleted Chapter from Dragon Knight’s Sword ~
A gleam shown in his eyes, and Patrick chuckled. ”Ahh…Brigid, have you not heard of the Loch Ness Monster?”
She arched a brow. “Seriously?”
He held his hand up to halt any further words. “As I was about to say, the legend states that the last dragon lives in the waters of Loch Ness and roams near Urquhart Castle. They say she waits for the day the Dragon Knights are reunited.”
A chill crept down Brigid’s spine. “So what you’re saying…what I’m trying to understand is the last dragon is actually the Loch Ness Monster?”
“Indeed it is,” he replied. Patrick stood. “I’ll return shortly.”
Brigid shook her head trying to keep the bout of hysterical laughter from spilling forth. Sighing, she leaned back against the soft cushions and rubbed her eyes. “More legends, Bree. And not a clue what you’re going to do with the sword.”
When Brigid glanced up, she noticed Patrick strolling back to their table carrying a plate. As he set the dish down, Brigid inhaled the sweet aroma. “Whisky pudding.”
Patrick handed her a spoon. “What’s a meal without a bit of sweetness at the end?”
Taking the spoon, she waved it at him. “You know I can never resist your bread pudding. However, I’m not eating all of this myself.” Brigid shoved the dish and another spoon toward him.
He laughed. “I’ll have a couple bites.”
As Brigid savored the first, warm bite of the pudding, she noticed the man’s intense stare from across the table. “What?”
Patrick shrugged. “Why all the interest with this particular legend? Have you come across something to do with the Dragon Knights?”
Brigid licked her spoon and placed it down on the plate. “No reason,” she lied. “I just came across a story of the Knights and became curious.”
“Would you care to share the story?” he asked as he took another bite of the pudding.
Nope, not going to happen. Brigid wiped her mouth with a napkin.“Patrick that was exactly what I needed today. Delicious! I think I’d better get back to the shop before Lisa kills me. I’ve left her alone all day. Thanks so much for the meal.” She scooted out of the booth.
Her friend nodded slowly and stood. “Anytime, and give Lisa my love, too. Take care of yourself Brigid. If you should need anything, just give a holler, and that includes any more information on legends. You of all people know the importance of these legends.”
“Of course,” she replied, smiling.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and the jolt she felt made her look directly into his eyes. “Hear me?”
She swallowed. “You know I will. I promise.” Could the man have read her mind?
“Good,” he replied and embraced her.
When he broke free, Patrick walked her to the entrance. Removing the coat off the peg, he handed it to her.
Pulling on her coat, Brigid turned and waved a farewell toward Maggie. “Thanks!”
“Love you Bree!” Maggie shouted. “See you soon!”
Stepping outside the pub, Brigid felt a surge of energy within herself. Walking briskly toward her truck, she noticed it had stopped raining, and the sun had broken through the clouds—sunlight streaming through.
Brigid tilted her head up and soaked in the last rays of light and warmth before they slipped away behind the next storm.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this deleted chapter from Dragon Knight’s Sword. This was the final one, but I’ll have more to share next week when the oldest Dragon Knight returned home to Scotland in Dragon Knight’s Shield!