COVER REVEAL: “Scales & Stone” by Jessamyn Kingley


Book Title: Scales
& Stone (D’Vaire, Book 40)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: November 9,

Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love, resolving the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 89 000

It is not a standalone story,
but does not
end on a cliffhanger.

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Sometimes it takes finding
love to appreciate the best parts of yourself.



Decades after leaving behind a king who attempted to sell
him for wizard experimentation, Lex D’Vairedraconis lives in a place filled with loved ones. At
Court D’Vaire, the dragon shifter has access to everything. He wants for nothing. But his lack
of purpose frustrates him. Surrounded by successful people, Lex can’t figure out how to
channel his energy. And he dearly wants to know why Fate hasn’t paired him with

Rutledge Blackstone is alone. As a gargoyle, he shouldn’t

live among humans, but he fears the many enemies hunting his kind. To survive, gargoyles
must separate. His parents, and even his twin brother, have left him in a house slowly
crumbling around his ears. To comfort himself, he records every happy moment in a
notebook, and waits for the day to add more memories to his treasure trove.

But the gargoyles aren’t being tracked by foes alone. The
new gargoyle rulers and their allies want to aid people like Rutledge. To his shock, the
Council of Sorcery and Shifters wants him to join, and he soon lands an invitation to the
renowned sanctuary at Court D’Vaire. Before he can decide whether to accept, he meets
Lex. Their attraction is instant, but Rutledge is anything but intrepid.

To build a life together, they must learn to love
unconditionally and find their true purpose in life.



Everything inside Rutledge went on instant alert. To his
shock and mild horror, his dick sprang to life, and he hoped no one noticed he was fully
erect. The scent of dishwashing detergent, fabric softener, and household cleaner hit his
nose with unrivaled intensity. The smells of a happy home, something Rutledge yearned for
but feared to ask Fate for. His gargoyle roared with excitement, and the feeling of safety
flowed through Rutledge as his gaze locked with a brown-eyed stranger.

The man was probably about six-foot-three, which made
him about five inches taller than Rutledge. Although he wasn’t lanky by traditional
standards, his shoulders weren’t nearly as broad as a gargoyle’s. His dark hair was short and
combed away from his handsome face. Rutledge’s newfound ability to categorize multiple
races told him the man was a dragon shifter.

The stranger had paired a soft beige sweater nearly the
color of Rutledge’s shirt with faded jeans and boots that matched his scaly irises. His
expression was as astonished as Rutledge felt. Rutledge wondered if he was unhappy with
Fate’s choice for him, and he wished he could ask without embarrassing them both.
Desperate to remember every detail of this life-altering moment, Rutledge didn’t think. He
yanked out the notebook from his shirt pocket, along with a tiny pencil, and scribbled a
detailed description of his mate onto the first blank page he flipped to.

No one in the room said a word as Rutledge muttered and
glanced back at the man in between his hastily scrawled words to ensure that he described
his gift from Fate properly. His gargoyle wanted to know more, but Rutledge could get to
that once he’d finished recording everything to read later when he was alone again.

On his third page, Rutledge finally noted that there were
wolves in the room, and he barely bit back his scream.

“Wolves,” Rutledge yelled.

“Conley, you didn’t tell him we were bringing Nox and
Mortis?” asked a man who had to be six-six and had straight locks that fell to his shoulders in
a silky rain of blue and navy.

“It’s better to explain that in person, I think,” Conley
defended. “Rutledge Blackstone, allow me to present their Highnesses, High King Aleksander
and High King Rafe D’Vaire. The wolves on either side of them are resurrected sentinels tied
to their souls to protect them.”

“You’re supposed to introduce Squirt first,” Aleksander
replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Blackstone.”

“I’m sure Dra’Kaedan doesn’t mind if I do things a little out
of order,” Conley argued.

“No, but it’s irritating when people talk about me like I’m
not in the room,” a short man with blond ringlets retorted. “Anyway, I’m Dra’Kaedan, and
the guy scowling behind me is my mate, Brogan.”

“Why do you always assume I’m scowling?” Brogan asked,
his navy eyes narrowed.

“Because he has yet to be wrong about it,” a man with a
striking resemblance to Aleksander drawled in a beautiful, crisp English accent. The others in
the room had fainter echoes of something far from the Texas drawls Rutledge was used to
hearing, but this stranger’s accent was thicker. “Excuse us, we don’t know how to act
appropriately. I’m Worth, and next to me is my best friend, Lex.”

Lex caught Rutledge’s full attention again, and he nearly
jotted his mate’s name down, but he needed to know if the short name was as simple to
spell as it was to pronounce.

“L-e-x?” Rutledge clarified.

A smile played around Lex’s mouth, and Rutledge noticed
dimples so faint he nearly missed them, which he hurriedly added to his list.

“Yes, Rutledge, that’s how I spell it,” Lex said, his accent
even more toe curling than Worth’s.

“How do you spell your name?” Lex asked.

“R-u-t-l-e-d-g-e,” he responded immediately and wondered
why that was important. There was no notebook in Lex’s hands, but maybe he kept a journal
at home?

“Hush, Mortis, I don’t know,” High King Rafe whispered
loudly to the black wolf with hints of navy in his fur. Like Lex and Worth, his accented English
told of a man who’d once lived far from Las Vegas.

Rutledge’s gaze widened as Lex winked at him.

“It’s okay, Mortis,” Lex said. “Rutledge is my mate, and
that’s why it’s important to know how to spell our names.”

“Yes,” Worth shouted as he lifted his fists in celebration. “I
told you your other half was out in the world waiting for you. Now you’ve finally left the
house, and right here he is.”

Lex glared at the taller dragon. “That’s not quite how I
remember the conversation.”

“Yes, well, if you’d written it down like our fair Rutledge,
you could prove your point, but alas, it is your word against mine,” Worth countered.
“Congratulations to you both.”

“Kind of makes you want to hit him with your car again,
doesn’t it?” Aleksander asked Lex.

“It’s a frequent feeling I’ve grown used to in the years that
have passed since,” Lex groused with a glare for Worth as he took two steps closer to the
gargoyle, who was reeling from the extraordinary meeting with the D’Vaires. “Thank you for
agreeing to this visit today, Rutledge. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

Overwhelmed by Lex’s beauty, sexy accent, and lovely
scent, Rutledge managed a blush and a nod.


About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-
reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area,
she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not
writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.


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