Claire de Lune and the Cairngorm Dragons

Hello my name is Clair de Lune and I’m here to introduce my latest series. In the summer of last year I went on a family holiday to Moray in Scotland. While there we visited Loch Ness. It was raining and tendrils of mist clung to the steep banks as I got out of the car to gaze at the long deep loch. Legend has it there is a monster in Loch ness. Her name is Nessie and she has been sighted many times. Often it has been a hoax but what if it wasn’t? What if there really was an explanation of the sightings? The thought stuck in my brain and the next day, being fine and sunny, we took the little ones to the beach. I sat in a deckchair and suddenly the idea hit me. I got out my notebook and pencil. Not very high tech but they go everywhere with me. That was the end of a peaceful holiday. Every spare minute saw me scribbling away and before I came home Dragon’s Mate the first of the Cairngorm Dragons series was written almost in its entirety.


Book 1 in the Cairngorm Dragons series “Dragon’s Mate” is out on  9th January

Book 2  in the Cairngorm Dragons series “Ness’s Bane” is out on    23rd January


Braemuir is the chieftain of the Clan and a shape-shifter. He must find a mate and impregnate her before the Gathering of the Clan at the Summer Solstice if he is to stave off a challenge for the leadership.

An unknown black dragon and his mate are trying to get rid of Braemuir in order to keep the Clan treasure for themselves. When Eilidh NicDhoughal mates with Braemuir, she becomes able to shape-shift, too, but being Braemuir’s mate puts a target on her back—and if one of a mated pair dies, the other will die, too.

As Braemuir struggles to keep Eilidh safe from the black dragon’s attempts to dispose of them, a battle ensues amongst the dragons. Just when the identity of the black dragon is finally discovered, Braemuir gets another shock that will change his world forever.

Solus changed into his man-shape. Now he was Braemuir of Braemuir. He walked down the main street of the small settlement. There was so much history there, so much violence and death. He could feel it in the very cobbles of the street. It was past time to end the violence, but if he did not find his mate and impregnate her before the summer solstice, there could well be more blood shed on these cobblestones.

He could follow the tendrils of her thoughts as she hurried out of the town and up the hill to the caves. The odd word she muttered to herself was borne to him on the wind. He might be in his man-shape, but his dragon senses were still available to him. He was Braemuir.

“Stranger. Harm. Hide.”

Those were the fragments he picked up.

She is heading to the caves where the ancestors are buried. She thinks hiding there will shield her thoughts from from me. She is my mate! Nothing and no one will shield her thoughts from me!

He had the plaid wound around him and the end thrown over his shoulder in the time-honoured tradition. The huge brooch with the cabochon emerald and the golden dragon held it in place. He strode purposefully down the street, looking neither to the right nor the left. All men avoided his eyes today, all kept out of his way. He was known! He was the laird of the Clan! Usually he was gregarious, but there was something in his countenance, on this day, that made men wary. He was Braemuir of Braemuir after all.

He was six feet four inches tall. His muscular frame was broad at the shoulders and narrow at the waist and hips. His legs were long, lean, and powerful. He was well used to walking great distances. His hair was long, blue-black, and glossy. He wore it pulled back from his face and tied at the nape of his neck with a leather thong. He carried a huge broadsword at his hip. It was long and heavy, with a matching cabochon emerald in the hilt. Not many men could lift that sword, let alone wield it in combat! None had ever bested him in combat, hence Oidhche’s machinations.

Oidhche, black as the night his Gaelic name suggested, was a huge male dragon, with malevolent yellow eyes. But who was Oidhche? That was what Braemuir would like to know. He was of the Clan. He had to be! Whose was the treacherous mind behind the huge black dragon? Now that was a mystery. If Braemuir knew, he could deal with the man. So far, glimpses of the dark mind had been afforded to Braemuir, but no more. He suspected that Oidhche was someone closer to him than he cared to admit to himself.


Since my youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own and I wrote “Initiation” book one in the “Prometheus in Chains,” writing has taken over my life. It has been like a roller-coaster ride and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I have made many good friends, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.

I believe the world has enough sadness in it and my characters will always get their HEA even if the road is rocky.

All my books are published with Siren.                                                                                                                    Manic Readers Review of Initiation


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