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  • Mass Market Paperback: 384 pages
  • Publisher: HQN Books; Reprint edition (Jan. 1 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373775253
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373775255
  • Product Dimensions: 10.7 x 2.5 x 16.8 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 181 g
  • Average Customer Review: 3.0 out of 5 stars 1 customer review
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About the Author

Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty novels in a thrilling blend of genres: breathtaking paranormal and contemporary romances, supernatural humor, and cutting-edge young adult novels. Visit her at

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He doesn't laugh."

"He never yells."

"When Grayley accidentally stabbed Darius's thigh with a six-pronged razor, our leader didn't even blink."

"I'd say all he needs is a few good hours of bed sport, but I'm not even sure he knows what his cock is for."

The latter was met with a round of rumbling male chuckles.

Darius en Kragin stepped inside the spacious dining hall, his gaze methodically cataloging his surroundings. The ebony floors gleamed clean and black, the perfect contrast for the dragon-carved ivory walls. Along the windows, gauzy drapes whisped delicately. Crystal ceilings towered above, reflecting the tranquillity of seawater that enclosed their great city.

He moved toward the long, rectangular dining table. The tantalizing aroma of sweetmeats and fruit should have wafted to his nostrils, but over the years his sense of smell, taste and color had deteriorated.

He smelled only ash, tasted nothing more than air, and saw only black-and-white. He'd willed those senses away. Better, easier to exist in a void. Only sometimes did he wish otherwise.

One warrior caught sight of him and quickly alerted the others. Silence clamped tight fingers around the chamber. Every male present whipped his focus to his food, as if roasted fowl had suddenly become the most fascinating thing the gods had ever created. The jovial air visibly darkened.

True to his men's words, Darius claimed his seat at the head of the table without a smile or a scowl. Only after he'd consumed his third goblet of wine did his men resume their conversation, though they wisely chose a different subject. This time they spoke of the women they had pleasured and the wars they had won. Exaggerated tales, all. One warrior even went so far as to claim he'd gratified four women at the same time while successfully storming his enemy's gate. For a nymph, that was possible. A dragon? No.

Darius had heard the same stories a thousand times before. He swallowed a mouthful of tasteless meat and asked the warrior beside him, "Any news?"

Brand, his first in command, leveled him a grim smile and shrugged. "Perhaps. Perhaps not." His light hair hung around his face in thick war braids, and he hooked several behind his ears. "The vampires are acting strangely. They're leaving the Outer City and assembling here in the Inner City."

"They rarely come here. Have they given no indication of why?"

"It cannot be good for us, whatever the reason," Madox said, jumping into the conversation. "I say we kill those that venture too close to our home." He was the tallest dragon in residence and always ready for combat. He perched at the end of the table, his elbows flat on the surface, both hands filled with meat. "We are ten times stronger and more skilled than they are."

"We need to obliterate the entire race," the warrior on his left supplied. Renard was the kind of man others wanted to guard their backs in battle. He fought with a determination matched by few, was fiercely loyal and had studied the anatomy of every species in Atlantis so he knew exactly where to strike each to create the most damage. And the most pain.

Years ago, Renard and his wife had been captured by a group of vampires. He'd been chained to a wall, forced to watch as his wife was raped and drained. When he escaped, he brutally destroyed every creature responsible, but that had not lessened his heartache. He was a different man than he'd been, no longer full of laughter and forgiveness. What Darius hated most was that a rogue group of dragons had mimicked the tale, doing the same thing to the vampire king, who had not been responsible for Renard's tragedy, but who now blamed Darius for it. Thus, a war erupted between their races.

"Perhaps we can petition Zeus for their extinction," Brand replied.

"The gods have long since forgotten us," Renard said with a shrug. "Besides, Zeus is like Cronus in so many ways. He might agree, but do we really want him to? We are all creations of the Titans, even those we loathe. If Zeus annihilates one race, what is to stop him from wiping out others?"

Brand gulped back the last of his wine, his eyes fierce. "Then we will not ask him. We will simply strike."

"The time has come for us to declare war," Madox growled in agreement.

The word "war" elicited smiles across the expanse of the room.

"I agree that the vampires need to be eliminated. They create chaos and for that alone they deserve to die." Darius met each warrior's stare, one at a time, holding it until the other man looked away. "But there is a time for war and a time for strategy. Now is the time for strategy. I will send a patrol into the Inner City and learn the vampires' purpose. Soon we will know the best course of action."

"But—" one warrior began.

He cut him off with a wave of his hand. "Our ancestors waged the last war with the vampires, and while we might have won, our losses were too great. Families were torn asunder and blood bathed the land. We will have patience in this situation. My men will not jump hastily into any skirmish."

A disappointed silence slithered from every man present, wrapping around the table, then climbing up the walls. He wasn't sure if they were considering his words, or revolt.

"What do you care, Darius, if families are destroyed? I'd think a heartless bastard like you would welcome the violence." The dry statement came from across the table, where Tagart reclined in his seat. "Aren't you eager to spill more blood? No matter that the blood is vampire rather than human?"

A sea of angry growls grew in volume, and several warriors whipped to face Darius, staring at him with expectation, as if they waited for him to coldly slay the warrior who had voiced what they had all been thinking. Tagart merely laughed, daring anyone to act against him.

Do they truly consider me heartless? Darius wondered. Heartless enough to execute his own kind for something so trivial as a verbal insult? He was a killer, yes, but not heartless.

A heartless man felt nothing, and he felt some emotions. Mild though they were. He simply knew how to control what he felt, knew how to bury it deep inside himself. That was the way he preferred his life. Intense emotions birthed turmoil, and turmoil birthed soul-wrenching pain. Soul-wrenching pain birthed memories… His fingers tightened around his fork, and he forced himself to relax.

He would rather feel nothing than relive the agony of his past—the same agony that could very well become his present if he allowed a single memory to take root and sprout its poisonous branches.

"My family is Atlantis," he finally said, his voice disturbingly calm. "I will do what I must to protect her. If that means waiting before declaring war and angering every one of my men, then so be it."

Realizing Darius could not be provoked, Tagart shrugged and returned his attention to his meal.

"You are right, my friend." Grinning broadly, Brand slapped his shoulder. "War is only fun if we emerge the victor. We heed your advice to wait most readily."

"Kiss his ass any harder," Tagart muttered, "and your lips will chap."

Brand quickly lost his grin, and the medallion hanging from his neck began to glow. "What did you say?" he demanded quietly.

"Are your ears as feeble as the rest of you?" Tagart pushed to his feet, leaving his palms planted firmly on the glossy tabletop. The two men glared at each other from across the distance, a charged stillness sparking between them. "I said, kiss his ass any harder, and your lips will chap."

With a growl, Brand launched himself over the table, knocking dishes and food to the ground in his haste to attack Tagart. In midspring, reptilian scales grew upon his skin and narrow, incandescent wings sprouted from his back, ripping his shirt and pants in half, transforming him from man to beast. Fire spewed from his mouth, charring the surface of everything in its path.

The same transformation overtook Tagart, and the two beasts grappled to the ebony floor in a dangerous tangle of claws, teeth and fury.

Dragon warriors were able to change into true dragons whenever they desired, though the transformation happened of its own volition whenever raging emotions gripped them. Darius himself had not experienced a change, impromptu or otherwise, since he discovered his family slaughtered over three hundred years ago. To be honest, Darius suspected his dragon form was somehow lost.

Tagart snarled when Brand threw him into the nearest wall, cracking the priceless ivory. He quickly recovered by whipping Brand's face with his serrated tail, leaving a jagged and bleeding wound. Their infuriated snarls echoed as deep and sharp as any blade. A torrent of flame erupted, followed quickly by an infuriated hiss. Over and over they bit and lashed out at each other, separated, circled, then clashed together again.

Every warrior save Darius leapt to his feet in a frenzy of excitement, hurriedly taking bets on who would win. "Eight gold drachmas on Brand," Grayley proclaimed.

"Ten on Tagart," Brittan shouted.

"Twenty if they both kill each other," Zaeven called excitedly.

"Enough," Darius said, his tone even, controlled.

The two combatants jumped apart as if he'd screamed the command, both panting and facing each other like penned animals, ready to attack again at any moment.

"Sit," Darius said in that same easy tone.

Rather than obey this time, they growled gut-turally at each other. Not so the rest. They sat. While they might wish to continue cheering and taking bets, Darius was their leader, their king, and they knew better than to defy him.

"I did not exclude you from the command," he said to Tagart and Brand, adding only slightly to his volume. "You will calm yourselves and sit."

Both men leveled narrowed gazes on him. He arched a harsh brow and motioned with his fingers a gesture that clearly said, "Come and get me. Just don't expect to live afterward."

Minutes passed in suspended silence until finally, the panting warriors assumed human form. Their wings recoiled, tucking tightly into the slits on their backs; their scales faded, leaving naked skin. Because Darius kept spare clothing in e...

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The imagination in this book is fantastic. The only downside is that it was pretty predictable and I knew what was going to happen with every new occurrence.
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HASH(0x9cc4b66c) out of 5 stars Heart of the Dragon has it all! Sept. 22 2005
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While running for her life through the Amazon jungle, Grace Carlyle accidently finds herself running through a portal that leads to another world. She soon discovers that Atlantis is more than just a myth. Plus, it's inhabited by shape-shifting dragons. Darius en Kragin is the leader of this people and the Guardian of this particular portal. His duty is to kill any traveler who comes through the gate, a duty that he has never failed at, until he sees Grace.

For some reason he can't bring himself to kill her. Instead, he imprisons her in his palace. Darius tells himself that it's only because he needs to find out where Grace got the dragon

necklace that she's wearing. When Grace manages to escape, Darius goes after her. In the process of getting her back, he discovers that there is a conspiracy between humans and vampires to take over Atlantis and steal it's wealth. A conspiracy which has already claimed the life of Darius's mentor, leaving control of the other portal in human and vampire hands. Now Darius has to come to grips with his feelings for Grace and wrest control of the portal from the invaders.

Heart of the Dragon is a paranormal romance lovers dream. It has it all: vampires, shape-shifting dragons, Atlantis, sexy love scenes, and emotional intensity. Within the first 3 pages, I cared about Darius and wanted his happiness. I didn't stop rooting for him until the story was over. Grace is spunky without being grating, and was the perfect heroine for

Darius. Add to this a cliffhanger for a future story featuring Atlantis and the Dragons. Gena Showalter delivers another winner with Heart of the Dragon!


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21 of 24 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9cc79f00) out of 5 stars Finished in one afternoon and night March 1 2006
By Neker - Published on
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I actually liked this one more than The Stone Prince, even though this one was not nearly as funny. It was way more serious, but had a dry funny undertone here and there. Grace is lost in the Amazon jungle where she had gone to find her brother. Her guide attempted to steal her things and abandon her (tried--since she loaded his running butt with bullets.) Then she stumbles into a fog and cave and comes out in the hidden world of Atlantis. Yep, Atlantis. Only to face a the swinging sword of its guardian.

Fortunately for her its Gardian, Darius, decides not to kill her. I mean, how can he? For over two centuries he had been unable to see color, smell scents, taste anything. Yet, he can see the red of this beautiful woman's hair. He can smell her body, and boy does she taste good.

Very sexually heated story, but it's not all about sex. Darius' world is under attack by greedy humans and vampires that want to take control. Grace's brother is a prisoner of same said people and it is up to the two of them to join forces and find the answers to defeat the threat.

Very fast pace. Loved it!
20 of 23 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9cc7c00c) out of 5 stars Not As Great As I Hoped Oct. 4 2007
By Jessica Martin - Published on
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Extra crispy love story but a little soggy when it comes to the plot. Now don't get me wrong, I love alternate beauty meets the beast/sexy dragon shape shifter as much as any other girl but I found major flaws when it came to the main characters. Grace, our spunky heroin needed to get her priorities striate. She's searching for her lost brother and yet through out the book it seems all she wants to do is get laid. How could anyone think about sex when their only brother has disappeared? It kind of bothered me how one minute she's a proud, sassy, resourceful female and then the next she turns into a weak lovesick puppy who lust over a man who pretty much tells her `I`m going to do what I want to you when I want whether you like it or not.' and she answers by saying `Well okay'. Come on, show some dignity girl!
And then there's Darius, your average tragic hero. For three hundred years he shows no emotions whatsoever then suddenly in walks Grace then BAM! He's angry, sad, smiles and gets a hard-on all within the first five minutes of seeing her! Where's the development? The suspense? I know 90% of paranormal romance novels center around sex but come on! Give them a little time to develop their relationship first. By chapter four they were already all over each other so by the time their big love scenes came around the reward wasn't as gratifying as it should of been.
37 of 47 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9cb315dc) out of 5 stars The premise sounded good... Feb. 24 2006
By Ema Nnep - Published on
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I was intrigued by the premise of a heroine finding her way accidentally into Atlantis and meet this sexy uber-warrior who stood as sentinel to protect Atlantis from infection through contact with our world.

However, while the character of Darius en Kragin is certainly dishy, as well as his dragon-brothers who will doubtlessly all have their own spinoff tales in the coming months, the heroine is a complete disappointment.

Does she speak to most every woman who stares at her own reflection with chagrin to find freckles where flawless skin should be? Sure.

Does she resemble alot of us ladies who know we carry a few extra pounds and want to be desired in spite of this society reinforced 8th deadly sin? Sure.

My problem with Grace's character is that she's an idiot. Her attempts to escape her imprisonment in Darius' lair is meant to show courage and tenacity, but all it shows is that she's a moron who can't think through a problem, all she can do is crawl the walls like spastic chimp.

All throughout this drudging plot she looks to Darius to make things right, to help her find her brother and unravel the mystery of what happened to the other sentinel and his dragon-stud army, and instead of truly being a help, she's a bungling idiot. She causes him more trouble than she helps him out, which, if I am not mistaken, is the antithesis of what a courageous heroine is supposed to do.

Sure, she gives Darius plenty of opportunity to pull her freckled, pudgy butt out of the proverbial fire, but I thought the whole idea of writing a fantasy romance was to transport the reader with a great story, not annoy them with how lame the heroine is.

Overall, while there were a rare few moments of genuine originality in the premise, the hero was a winner while his lady fair was a loser, and since I'm the first one to root for the chubby, freckled heroine to get the hot, gorgeous hero, this was a dreadful disappointment.
21 of 26 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9cb4a4a4) out of 5 stars Another Winner! Sept. 22 2005
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Ms. Showalter continues to turn out fantastical pleasers! In her latest sci-fi romance she builds a believable Atlantis and a world full of mythical creatures that inhabit it. The dominant creatures in this lush land are the dragons, changlings that normally appear human but can change to their more reptillian self in an instant. King of the dragons is Darius. 300 years ago his family was slaughtered by travelers from the rest of the world and before he could even morn their loss he was installed as the Guardian of the Mist, forced to slaughter any who came through the portal into their world.

Staggering haphazardly through the wilds of the rain forest is Grace, a twenty something looking for life...though she can't even find her brother. He's some where out here, but before she has time to search the funny necklace he gave her pulls her to some glowing mist- which leads to a crazy,although yummy, man with a sword!

While Darius knows he has to thrust his sword into Grace for the sake of his people, he really feels like stabbing her with something else and can't keep his lips off her! Denied color, smell, & taste for three centurys, Grace is a sensory explosion. Darius will do anything to save her AND his world. If that means traveling to her world or fighting off a deadly menace of vampires, so be it.

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