Descended From Dragons by Tricia Owens

Today I’m hosting Tricia Owens and her sweet and sensual urban fantasy/paranormal romance Descended From Dragons. Tricia is giving away a $75 Amazon or B&N gift card, so make sure to comment, check out the other stops on the tour, and enter the Rafflecopter giveaway!

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Beneath the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas lies another city. A secret city in plain sight, full of warlocks and demons, shape-shifters and golems. A city that feeds off the chance magick that is generated by gamblers and which is ruled by mysterious beings called the Oddsmakers.

It is in this strange underbelly of the occult that Anne Moody runs a cursed pawn shop for the desperate, the curious, and the magickally inclined. Though the job is boring, it keeps her under the radar. None of her customers have any inkling that she is a dragon sorceress with a power that’s been feared throughout history. However dragons are no help when a stone statue ends up in her shop that is more than it appears. The statue is a gargoyle named Vale, who is shrouded in mystery and secrets. When she learns that Vale is possessed, and that the person responsible for cursing him plans to take over Las Vegas with a horde of demons from Hell, Anne realizes it is up to her to defy the Oddsmakers and save the city, and possibly the world.


A shift of the eyes to the left. I followed Orlaton’s line of sight to a riveted metal trunk that sat on the floor at the base of one of the bookshelves. Like a pirate’s chest, it was sealed closed by a large, ancient padlock. The padlock was probably only window dressing. The real locks were magickal, and they would hurt you if you tried to break them, if not outright kill you.

“I’ve made my mistake. I will never make it again,” Orlaton murmured.

His cheeks were white. His shoulders had hunched. As I looked at him, dread crawled up my spine like a spider. There had been horror in his voice. A wretched sort of anguish. Anguish still bound up in fear.

I looked at the chest again. It didn’t look so simple anymore. Now it looked like someone’s nightmare.

“What’s inside it?” I asked, reluctant to hear the answer.

His eyes shimmered behind their lenses. “Do you really want to know?”

Orlaton had taken this somewhere darker than I’d intended this conversation to go. I wanted to back away from the haunted knowledge in his eyes even as a part of me wanted to defend him. Orlaton was no wounded bird, but something in that trunk had hurt him. Badly. I couldn’t begin to imagine how terrible—how wickedly devious—it must have been to have slipped beneath his guard.

I couldn’t begin to imagine what it had done to him before he had managed to stop it.

“I suggest you don’t do what I did,” he warned in a voice that trembled. He aimed a meaningful look at the gargoyle statue. “Some magicks…linger. Some magicks destroy you when you least expect them to.”

“I’ll get help,” I promised him. A name came to mind, one I hadn’t thought of in years.

His mouth thinned into the smile of a ghost. “I’d wish you luck, but it won’t help you.”


Tricia Owens wants you to know that Las Vegas is actually a pretty cool place and you won’t be eaten by a troll there. Probably. A former casino games dealer and cruise ship editor, Tricia has traveled extensively, visiting over 70 countries. She writes full time in several genres including urban fantasy and romance. Her favorite setting is her home town, the city of sin.


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  1. Wishing you a great Memorial Day weekend. Be safe and enjoy and would like to salute all those who have given their lives in defense of this country. Thank you for this giveaway as well


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