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Dragon shifters, alpha heroes, and swoon-worthy happily-ever-afters? That's my specialty. I'm Julia Mills, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Dragon Guard Series, and I believe every woman deserves a love story that makes her heart race.
I'm that sarcastic Southern belle who says, "bless your heart" and means it (mostly). When I'm not writing about impossibly hot book boyfriends, you'll find me with a messy bun, lukewarm coffee, and the inability to say no to anyone who needs help—seriously, my daughters think I have a superhero complex.
Speaking of heroes, I write alpha men who make readers swoon, but the only man who'll ever outrank my fictional book boyfriends is my dad. He set the bar impossibly high, which explains why my heroines demand nothing less than earth-shattering, soul-deep love.
I'm a hopeless romantic who believes in magic, second chances, and that the perfect combination of a good book and great coffee can solve almost anything. My characters always get their happily-ever-afters because, let's be honest, don't we all deserve a little more magic in our lives?
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Until we meet again, take care, read lots, and ALWAYS dare to dream!
XOXO,
Julia
P.S. - Fair warning: my books are addictive. Don't blame me when you're up until 3 AM because "just one more chapter" turned into the entire series.
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Valentine for the Bad Dragon Today!
Love wasn’t supposed to happen—but in Arrhythmia, Fate doesn’t take no for an answer.
I just wanted to serve my ninety-year sentence and get the hell outta here. I only had six months, six days, and six hours left, and I would’ve been a free man.
Then Bernadette happened.
Was I mad that she slipped past the wards I was sworn/sentenced to protect? Well, yeah.
Was I ready to grab her up by the nape of her cute little neck and throw her out on her keister? Yep, you could say that.
Did I lose my ever-lovin’ mind when she opened the Hellmouth to ask her dead momma a question? Let’s just say I wasn’t thrilled.
But when I found out that she was not only the daughter of the man who’d put me here, but my Fated Mate, I was ready to spit fire.
Now, the Denizens of Hell have flooded the streets, and the SOB’s are lookin’ for love.
Bernie doesn’t know how to close the door to Hell, and all my Dragon King can think about is completing the Mating Bond with the prettiest Necromancer there ever was.
Love wasn’t supposed to happen in Arrythmia, but it did–and it might just be the death of us all.