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MBA graduate and ACCA member T.M. Caruana lives in Gibraltar, where she consumes too much coffee and chocolates, but finds it to be just the fuel she needs to pursue her passions. T.M is best known for her paranormal romance and romantic fantasy quests filled with dragon shifters, wolf shifters, and witches! If you like to travel through portals to other worlds, imagine casting spells, or retrieve magical artifacts among the pages of fiction, then you’ll love T.M.’s witty imagination and foreboding prophecies. Start feeling like a Tomb Raiding Bella Swan by subscribing to T. M. Caruana’s newsletter or grabbing one of her novels today.
Your life is your dream,
-if you can dream it, you can live it-
Here is a short sample from the book:
My breathing was erratic and I stopped to get it under control before running for the steps leading deeper into dragon territory.
Suddenly arrows from nowhere shot passed me, trapping me into a crevice.
How the hell did the guards notice me?
However these men didn’t look like guards but more like thieves. I had to think of something quickly in order to escape. I needed to get closer to the castle gate, so I eased myself out of my crevice and sprinted towards the castle as fast as I could. They seemed to be much faster than me though and were closing in. I knelt and put my hands up, poised to surrender yet the first man kicked me so hard that I fell against a house wall; the pain shot through me.
I pushed myself up and tried to run, but not soon after a knife struck into my lower leg. I suddenly became dizzy; the world around me swung around. Piercing pain shot up my body.
Had I been poisoned?
I collapsed on the ground, unable to move but I could still see as the thieves ransacked me from all my belongings and even my clothes, leaving only a small top and my leather trousers to protect me from the cold. Anger brewed inside me as they kept punching and kicking me and I hoped I wouldn’t die before I made it into the heart of the dragon castle to be able to complete my mission. Not that I believed they would let me in, these winged murderers were not the type to fall prey easily, but all I could hope was that these particular thieves had a bit of compassion in them and would decide to leave me alive.