Title: Dragon’s Eye (Sumeria’s Sons #5)
Author Name & Publisher: Lexi Ander (Less Than Three Press)
Publication Date & Length: October 7, 2015 – 98,000 Words
In the wake of birth and betrayal, Ushna takes the God Ashur to Tristan in a last desperate bid to save Tristan’s life—and is helpless to do anything but watch as Ashur instead buries him in a grave. Though he has no desire to go on living, having now lost Brian and Tristan, Ushna has no choice. Not only do their children need him, the mysterious Simurgh has come out of hiding and forces him to continue on—for there is much to do and little time to do it, especially with treachery and danger closing in on them from every side.
The world this author made was amazing and the authors writing was so good!
Now is when I tell you do not make the same mistake I did and read this as a stand alone. Because I was honestly so lost and I had no idea what was going on.
I wished I would have read the other books in this series first because this book was so good! I love all things paranormal so reading about dragons and Lupe’s with there mates battling their enemies with a story this good was awesome.
You get Ushna who is left alone with their pups when Tristan and Brian are in another realm after being seriously hurt.
Eventually the two come back to Ushna and Brian claims Ushna so all three are complete together.
You get a lot of action and some steam with all three in this book.
You could really feel the love these three had for each.
There were a lot of different characters in this book and a decision Ushna had to come to at the end of this book which I was happy he did.
So all together I really loved this book and even though I was so confused and a little lost I will still give this 5 stars for how much I loved these characters and this world this author built.
I would definitely recommend this book but read the other books first.
This is a new to me author and I enjoyed her writing. This is not the first book in the series and I sometimes found myself a bit lost but I am not a stickler for knowing every aspect of a story. I can easily move along. I didn’t feel the need to go back and read the previous books. I just went with the flow of the story.
The author takes us on a very heart-felt and busy journey with the characters. What an imagination!!!! To create this whole paranormal world is impressive. I was captivated by all the details.
I nodded, watching him descend the mound. Juan, Michael, and Neesie stayed with me. Pushing the excitement, the fear, and the rush of adrenaline aside, I concentrated on the ribbon tying Tristan to me. Locating the spot where I knew I’d find him, I dropped on my knees, cupped my hands and began to dig through the loose soil. Juan and Michael knelt, helping while Neesie guarded us, rifle braced against her shoulder with the nose pointed to the side of the mound, away from where I dug for Tristan.
About a foot down, my hands brushed against something slick but dry. “Here! Easy,” I said, even knowing neither Michael nor Juan needed to be told to take care.
The material shimmered in the wan moonlight, the exact color I couldn’t tell. I didn’t have to see his face to know he was swaddled within the material. Juan drew a knife to slice the material away but the blade skittered off, not damaging the cloth. Quickly we worked to unbury all of Tristan’s wrapped body, searching for a place that would allow us to peel the sack away from him. We were so close—I was so close to laying eyes on Tristan again. I needed to touch him, hold him, breathe in his scent.
Gritting my teeth as I attempted to control my emotions didn’t keep my hands from trembling. It had been too long since I stood by his side, heard him laugh, and gripped his hair in my hands. For too long the only image of him I recalled was of him broken and bloodied, in pain and yet staring back at me with such calm.
Unable to help myself, I lifted Tristan’s body, still wrapped in the goddamn garment, and clutched him to my chest. Even though he’d been in the ground for Gods knew how long, his body blazed with an almost scorching heat. I didn’t care if touching him hurt, I’d be damned if I put him down.
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Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.