Tymber Dalton - Fire and Ice

This book is a prequel in the Triple Trouble series about the wolf shifter Lyall triplets, Ain, Brodey, and Cail, and how the dragons came to be part of their timeline. Dragon shifter twins Jan and Rick Alexandr, along with their mate, Lina, her Watcher, Zack, and Zack’s mate, Kael, make their first appearance in the story Boiling Point , available in the Tasty Treats Vol. 3 anthology. They make their second appearance in Steam . Both of those are also prequels to the Triple Trouble series.

This book takes place immediately where the events of Steam leave off, after Lina and her group’s return from Yellowstone, where Bertholde, the dragons’ Seer, was murdered. It is also the prequel to Trouble Comes in Threes (Triple Trouble 1). All available from Siren-BookStrand.

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Lina looked out the window at the night as they rode home from Tampa International.

Some fucking vacation.

Definitely not her idea of fun. Starting with a ton of boring meetings, then being abducted by a psychopathic cockatrice, fortunately rescued by wolf shifter Brodey Lyall, except then they were running for their lives from a forest fire and had to survive cold Yellowstone nights, having her binding Ceremony with her two dragon shifter men, then caught up in a criminal investigation when Bertholde, the dragon shifters’ Seer, was murdered…

It made her head hurt to think about it all. In a way, it made her heart hurt, too.

She could still smell Brodey Lyall’s scent on her from when they’d hugged good-bye.

Not that it wasn’t permanently embedded in her soul from their time spent together at Yellowstone.

As she tipped her head onto Rick’s shoulder, she closed her eyes and felt her mind slip.

The scene changed. She stood on a cold, chilly moor, watching two groups of kilt-clad Highlanders gathered around a raging fire and discussing a woman standing to the side.

Ysimel. Lina didn’t know how she knew the woman’s name, but she was certain of it.

When the image ended, Lina’s eyes popped open. Oh, fucking fantastic. This was like having funky cable that blipped in and out without a channel guide.

She stared out the window and watched I-75 slip past in the darkness. She hoped Brodey could hold on to his newly found peace until he and his brothers met their One. Lina would see them again in a couple of days, when she and their whole posse drove down to Arcadia, to the Lyalls’ ranch, for a confab.

Let’s add crazy visions to the discussion syllabus. Just what she didn’t need, more freaky powers. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the energy to think about it. She felt exhausted, and the gentle rhythm of the van proved too much. When she closed her eyes again, she let her mind drift and realized that even though Brodey was heading in the opposite direction with his brother and cousin, she could still clearly sense his presence. As if he were now a part of her, in a similar but different way as her mates, Jan and Rick, were part of her.

The way Zack was part of her.

She loved Brodey, without a doubt. Not the same way she loved Jan and Rick, and definitely not the same way she loved Zack, but what Bertholde told them rang through her memory.

“Before all here, let it be known they are bound. The Goddess and her men, her Watcher and his love, and the protector and friend who returned her safely home. An unbreakable bond, a completed circle. The wolf and his Clan are, from here on, considered part of us and ours.”

If only she could get five uninterrupted minutes and a few straight answers out of that frickin’ Baba Yaga woman. It wasn’t as though anyone had given her a Goddess instruction manual when they dumped this gig on her.

You’d think the damn woman could at least take me out to Starbucks for a latte and tell me how not to randomly blow things up.

The sounds and feel of the van completely melted away around her. When Lina opened her eyes, she realized she sat in a living room, on a simple, but comfortably stuffed couch. The room appeared to be some older kind of cottage, with plaster walls and wood furniture. A cheery fire roared in a large stone fireplace.

Lina heard a noise behind her and turned to look. Standing in what looked like a very modern and well-appointed kitchen was Baba Yaga in her matronly form. “Coffee, Goddess?”

Lina fought the urge to roll her eyes, but she stood and walked over to the counter. “Yes, please.”

Apparently, Baba Yaga had all the modern conveniences. If the outside of this place still looked as dumpy as Lina remembered, it was a great disguise to discourage robbers. No one would ever suspect she had a top-of-the-line Capresso coffeemaker sitting on her counter.

Lina scanned the room. And what looked like a fifty-inch plasma TV hanging on the wall across from the fireplace.

“Wow. You really have all the conveniences…here. Where exactly is here, anyway? I never got that answer last time. I was too worried about getting Zack unkilled and all that.”

Baba Yaga smiled and slid a cup of coffee over to Lina. “Cream and sugar?”

“Yes, please. With a side of answers, thank you.”

The woman chuckled as she walked over to her fridge. Also stainless, like the coffeemaker, stove, and dishwasher. “Patience, Goddess. Let’s enjoy our brew. This is far better than Starbucks.”

“Is this some sort of time warp where the guys don’t even know I’m gone? Or am I still physically in the van, but I’m mentally here?”

“Either. Or both.”

“You really know how to confuse the hell out of me, do you know that? It’s starting to piss me the hell off.”

“Then do something.”

“Like what? Blow you up like I did psycho chicken?”

“Cockatrice. Send yourself back to the van if you don’t wish to stay and talk with me.” She shrugged. “You are the one who came here seeking answers.”

“You’re telling me I brought myself here?”

“Now you’re starting to catch on, Goddess.”

“Forgive me, but it’s been a craptastic week.”

She nodded toward Lina’s mug. “Drink your coffee.”

“Is this really coffee?”

Baba Yaga smiled. “Yes. It’s really good coffee.”

“I certainly hope so. Giving me crap coffee would just be adding insult to injury, ya know.” She added cream and sugar, stirred, then lifted it to her nose for a tentative sniff. It certainly smelled like really good coffee. A careful sip proved it was really good coffee. “Thank you.”

Baba Yaga smiled and slipped onto another barstool across the counter from Lina. “I was wondering how long it would take you to figure out you could come talk with me.”

“Gee, thanks for the heads-up.”

Baba Yaga shrugged. “You must be able to do these things. I cannot interfere.”

“Not even little hints? And, oh, by the way, why the hell can’t you interfere? You brought Zack back to life after Edgar shot him.”

The other woman smiled. “Because I brought you and Zack together. It wouldn’t be fair of me not to keep you together when it is meant to be. Especially when I promised.”

“Because you…” Lina had a thought. “Waaaait a doggone minute. You would have saved Zack’s life regardless, wouldn’t you?”

Baba Yaga didn’t answer. She simply sipped her coffee.