Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Betsy J. Bennett: A Dragon's Tea

Dragon and fantasy fans, take note! A Dragon’s Tea, Book One in the Dragon’s Roost Series, is just out from fantasy author Betsy J. Bennett. I’m also happy to announce that the second book in the series, A Gargoyle’s Vow, will be released in June. The third book, A Wizard’s Spell, is scheduled for an autumn release.

Please enjoy the blurb and an excerpt from A Dragon’s Tea!
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Nothing made sense
To hide from her ex-boyfriend Lori Lawrick runs to her Aunt Jan. Jan runs a bed and breakfast, and Lori decides that might be what she needs to put her life back in order. She will help her Aunt cook and plant vegetables while she decides what to do with her life.

He said he was born to make tea
At her Aunt’s B&B, Lori meets Byron, a handsome jeweler who creates incredible works of art in gold and precious stones, but he says it is his duty to make tea. While the tea served in a fancy dragon-shaped teapot is excellent, it is not what she would consider putting him to his best use. She dreams of him, and when he kisses her, she wants to chop into a tree the statement "It happened here" explaining the magnitude of the effect the kiss had on her.

The B&B stands at a nexus of several different worlds
Lori comes to realize nothing is what it seems at the B&B. There is a witch who threatens Byron’s life when she asks for tea. Plants grow overnight when watered by the tea, and then there is Byron himself who infuriates her and at the same time makes her pulse throb who is never around when the tea is served. When Lori discovers a real dragon who terrifies her, she must find the strength to save Byron, the B&B and maybe the entire planet from evil sneaking in from a portal from another world.

Byron crossed his arms against his broad chest. His muscles stood out in stark relief in a body so perfect, Michelangelo could have used him as an ideal. There would be no finger-walking between belt and neck now. Byron’s laughter rang around the landing.

"Run back downstairs to your aunt, maybe she can protect you from me, but I doubt it."

He grabbed her sweater in his fist, dragged her closer until his lips were inches from hers. "Then return to your lover. You won’t be welcomed here again. This Inn is protected, not in the least by the dragon on this floor. Go. Go now before I slaughter you, and I promise you, I will not regret it, and I will not pine for the magic I thought we could make together. My tea and my love are not for the likes of you. Not for spies who serve evil."

"Byron, I don’t know what you’re talking about."

He released her, but then immediately thought better of it, for he grasped her again, pulled her to him, matched his lips to hers with a violence that was not painful, only abrupt and shockingly sexual. Her body responded to his, instantly with a sharp, incredibly thorough arousal. She would melt there, at his feet, but first she wanted the feel of him, in her, over her, through her. She begged for completion of the building explosion his kiss had ignited.

Lori desired him enough to plead. "I want you."

"Oh, yes," Byron laughed, large and aroused and very powerful. "I have no doubt of that. But I do not play pawn to a mortal wizard."

"You…" words failed her. She groped her hands outstretched, for she could not understand his reaction, but she certainly could her own. She wanted him with a desperation which bordered on insanity. "We made love the other night, in my dreams."

"Yes." He would not deny it and the answer was growled out on a snarl. "And that is all you shall have from me. I had plans for last night, to complete what we both yearned for, but that was before I found out where your loyalties lie."

"I do not work for Andrew, and I do not love him. I am terrified of him."

"You should be terrified. When he finds out how you have let him down, there will be another sacrifice in his attic room. Your aunt will grieve, but I will laugh."

"Byron, please, don’t make the mistake to believe that I serve Andrew. I didn’t know what love was until I tasted your kiss."

He nodded, and on one level looked relieved. "In this house the kitchen is the best place to talk, although," and here his eyes took on a devilish gleam, "I suppose we could …eventually…have a lovely discussion in your bedroom."

Lori felt her face flush and just for a second experienced heart palpitations. Yes, that was an option she had definite plans of exploring. But not at the moment. She had another goal in sight. "I look forward to that—" then she made herself clear, "at another time."

She lowered her lashes, hoped he read invitation, not cowardice before she raised them again, looked him in the eyes. When had he gotten so tall, or had she shrunk?

"I am not ready to go back down. I’ve come such a long way. I would like to see what’s behind that door."

"Pandora," Byron said, with a casual amusement, "learned not all boxes should be opened."

Lori felt her own power. "Pandora also learned that once a box has been opened, shutting it too quickly, before it is fully investigated, is perhaps even worse than opening the box in the first place."

He bowed again, this time a shade deeper, a touch more respectful. Still he kept his head raised, his eyes locked on her. "But, it would have been better in the long run if she hadn’t opened the box at all," he said.

"For her," Lori answered, a distinction which he could not misinterpret.

"You’ll have to take my advice on this," Byron said, his tolerance slipping a notch, "some things are best left alone."

Lori stepped closer to him, felt the heat radiating off him—fires burning deep within him. She thought again of the huge bed she had slept in alone. "Step aside, or are there things chained in the attic as well?"

"No." He shook his head, but his next words carried the tightness of a threat. "The monster which roams this attic is free to do as he wants. You should know that. This is his lair and he has dominion. You will have no power here."

She didn’t understand, but then, she didn’t want to understand. She wanted, no she anticipated, being foolhardy.

"Step aside." This time she made it a command.

But Byron had a warning of his own. "Remember what I said: I have no soul, so I will not, cannot regret anything which happens to you inside. And this is my domain. To a large degree the laws of Earth do not exist here."

Lori laughed but it was forced, to cover an increasing nervousness. "Is there a monster?" she asked, but the question he answered was significantly different.

"I am a monster," Byron said. Then he stepped aside and opened the door.

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About Betsy J. Bennett:

Betsy J. Bennett lives in Michigan with her husband, two adult daughters, three obnoxious cats and an English bulldog. She has five grandchildren. She collects dragons, creche's and Santas. She has always believed in Christmas and in Santa, and although she has yet to meet the real Santa, she has hope that with the publication of this book he'll seek her out. She is currently at work on her next novel.

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A Dragon’s Tea
eBook Available from Online Vendors Listed at Tirgearr Publishing


  1. Love this series! Congrats, Betsy on your new releases.

  2. Thanks for the comment. It is a fun series to write, and fun to read. There are lots of empty rooms in this B&B.

  3. A book for every room? Wouldn't that be great, Betsy! Congrats again on the new release. I love the sound of all this suspense, romance, and magic.

  4. This Inn crosses worlds. Certainly all those worlds have at least one story in them. I love the fantasy elements of the b&b and hope to stay with it a while.

  5. I have the pleasure to writing here to say the third book in this series has been accepted for publication by Tirgearr Publishing. Today! Oh, it's a day to celebrate for sure. Bring on the chocolate. Look for A Gargoyle's Vow and after that a Wizard's Spell, There's a lot going on at the Dragon Roost B&B. And remember, nothing is as it seems.