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Drakon's Knight

Drakon's Knight, July 2019
Blood of the Drakon #7
by N.J. Walters

Entangled: Amara
Featuring: Karina Azarov; Jericho Drake
ISBN: 1640637990
EAN: 9781640637993
Kindle: B07QZMKQP3
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"The enemy is his dragon's chosen mate"

Fresh Fiction Review

Drakon's Knight
N.J. Walters

Reviewed by Annetta Sweetko
Posted June 28, 2019

Romance Paranormal

For what seems like forever Karina Azarov has led the Knights of the Dragon. Seeking out the immortality a Drakon's blood can give it's recipients. But what if Karina didn't have a choice, what if she didn't know exactly what she was doing? What if she isn't the evil behind the Knights after all. What if there is a power bending her to its will?

Jericho Drake is a Drakon who plans to start a war with the Knights by killing its leader. How could he possibly know that for some reason Karina can't remember who she? You can't kill someone who can't remember all the evil they have done. It only gets worse from there for his dragon would claim the woman as its mate.

DRAKON'S KNIGHT will have you wondering how this story line could even work and finding yourself loving every minute of it.

If you have followed the Drakon series by author N.J. Walters you no doubt understand the evil Karina Azarov has dealt the Drakon population, even her own sister's lover. And only Ms. Walters would come up with a tale that is filled with all the "what ifs" that come to mind as the reader gets enthralled once again with this world.

I worried at first when I realized who the "heroine" for DRAKON'S KNIGHT was to be. How could an author turn evil into a sympathetic and really likable person? In my opinion she managed it amazingly well. I cannot tell you how but I will say Ms. Walters does a remarkable job of it all. I adored Jericho and his brothers Sadiq, Enoch and Khalil, who are not necessarily by blood but, sometimes the best brothers to have. We get to meet up with Karina's sister, Valeriya and her mate (from DRAKON'S PREY) who just happens to be Jericho's blood brother. There is a sweet family reunion at the end that will have you smiling and maybe a bit teary.

If you want action, drama, a steamy romance, mystery, danger, intrigue and dragons (or better yet drakons), then you will love DRAKON'S KNIGHT!

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Drakon Jericho Drake, the child of a pure-blood dragon and human, has a simple plan: Kill the leader of the Knights of the Dragon and start a war. Except, when he meets his target, Karina Azarov, she can’t remember who she is. Worst of all––he can’t kill her. His dragon side has just claimed the dangerous woman as his mate.

Karina has no idea why these Drakon’s have taken her to their home. And she most certainly does not understand why she’s so drawn to her captor. Maybe because he’s strong, intelligent, and caring, in his enigmatic sort of way. One thing she knows, he’s not going to hurt her. If only she could remember something from her past that would explain why these Drakon’s hate her so much.


"We're enemies then?" She already knew that, since he'd kidnapped her, but for some reason it seemed more real now.

"We are." He sat back in the chair, putting some distance between them. It felt like he was abandoning her, which was stupid. They'd always been on opposite sides, it seemed.

"Sadiq said the group I'm leader of wants to capture 'your kind.' What does that mean? You're dragons?"

He was silent for a long time, so still he seemed more statue than flesh and blood. "Not quite."

She nodded. "I thought not. Dragons aren't real." It was ludicrous to think otherwise, in spite of her flash of memory.

"Oh, they're real enough. They came to this world from another dimension four thousand years ago. They weren't here long. Less than two decades. They changed forms long enough to mate with human women. Those women had children. Sons."

It was like a fantasy story, but deep inside she was beginning to accept the core truth in his tale. It was crazy, but he had no reason to lie to her. "And?"

He dragged his fingers through his thick hair. It spread like a silky black curtain, touching the top of his shoulders. She curled her fingers in her lap to keep from reaching out to touch it.

"And those sons weren't pure-blooded dragons. Their base form was human like their mothers, but they could shift into dragons as well. They were true half-breeds, inheriting the best and worst traits from both species."

She leaned forward, unable to stop herself. It was all fascinating, yet familiar at the same time. "So, there were baby dragons?"

He absently shook his head, lost in the story he was telling her. His eyes seemed ageless, but there was a weariness about him that made her long to reach out and offer comfort.

"Not dragons, drakons. That's what we call ourselves. We are the sons of the dragons and the human women. The dragons went back to their own realm when their sons reached puberty and they realized their dragon genes hadn't created more like them, but a hybrid of sorts."

He looked at her, then—really looked. His eyes were pure black, but there was something in their depths. Red and violet flames. She blinked several times, not quite able to believe what she was seeing.

"You're a drakon?" Who believed such things? Obviously, she had, and so did Jericho.

He nodded. "Yes. And you're my greatest enemy."

Her stomach sank. It wasn't safe to be his foe, to be on the wrong side of any of these men. Drakons aside, they reeked of danger, of determination and drive. They'd do whatever it took to get a job done.

"Why haven't you already killed me?" Maybe she was crazy to ask, to remind him of his original intention, but she had to know.

He gave a rough laugh, but it wasn't a pleasant sound. "Why? I've asked myself that a dozen times since I pulled you from the wreckage." He absently rubbed his chest. "It seems Fate or Nature or whatever you want to call it is a fickle bitch and has played a mean trick on us both."

She didn't want to ask, afraid of the answer.

"And that trick is?" He leaned forward, a scowl on his rough-hewn face. "That you're my mate."

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