King of the Fire Dancers by S.T. Sterlings Blog Tour, Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway!

S.T. Sterlings - King of the Fire Dancers Banner

Hi guys! We have S.T. Sterlings stopping by today with her debut novel King of the Fire Dancers, we have a brilliant guest post, a great excerpt and a fantastic giveaway, so check out the post and click that giveaway link! <3 ~Pixie~

S.T. Sterlings - King of the Fire Dancers Cover

King of the Fire Dancers

(Shift Happens 01)

S.T. Sterlings

When he’s propositioned by a wealthy stranger, it seems Coy Conlin’s impoverished life is about to be upgraded. But before he can share the news with his family, he comes home to find his grandmother murdered and his little brother missing. To make matters worse, he’s thrown in prison along with every other shifter under the Sovereign’s orders.

August Seaton left his laboratory job at the Asuda Registry to become a Registry officer. But after a mission with his partner goes horribly wrong, August ends up with Coy’s dead grandmother on his hands, and Coy thinks he’s the murderer. Worst of all, his partner discovers his secret.

August is a shifter. And now he’s Coy’s cellmate. Coy and August must survive each other, abusive guards, and a scientist hell-bent on forcing Coy into a breeding program.

Teamed up, the pair escape prison and journey across the country. With the Registry hot on their trail, they have enough things to worry about. Falling for each other wasn’t supposed to be one of them.

NineStar Press | Amazon US | Amazon UK | Smashwords | B&N | Kobo

S.T. Sterlings!

Coy Conlin

So, the thing about Coy is either you love him, or you hate him. He has one of the personalities where you kind of want to punch him, but you also can’t really stay mad at him. Personally, I think he’s a total babe. He’s tough both inside and out, but he isn’t a bad person…er dragon (there’s a joke there with the bad dragon thing, but I’m going to spare y’all.

Anyway, he’s cocky, but he can back it up. Also, if you were a dragon wouldn’t you be cocky? I’d probably be insufferable to be honest. But even though he’s a smug jerk, he still has a good heart. It probably doesn’t seem like it, but he’s really in tune with his feelings. He knows what he’s feeling at all times. He just doesn’t always know how to express those feelings.

He’s a rather determined guy. He’s terrible at whittling, but he keeps at it because he’s so sure he’ll make something great one day. Also, he really just like knives and other sharp things. He’s an extrovert and loves attention, but he also has his moments where he just needs to be alone. Coy is pretty easygoing, but he does have his jealous moments! You’ll see that in book 2, as well as more dancing. He loves dancing. He loves it almost as much as he loves being a dragon.

Another thing that I think is great about Coy is that he’s a great teacher. He’s not one of those people who yells at you when you can’t seem to grasp something. He’s actually really patient when it comes to teaching. In a different world, he probably would have made a great teacher. Who knows, maybe in this one he could be an awesome teacher, too (that’s another hint about book 2, by the way).

Also, if I can whisper a bit of steamy stuff for a bit, he really enjoys making other people feel good. With that, I mean, of course he enjoys someone focused on his pleasure, too. But making other people feel good physically and emotionally (if he’s really into them, that is) is something that turns him on like crazy. That probably has something to do with stroking his already larger than life ego, haha. He would be miserable knowing he didn’t satisfy someone. He’s not one of those “well, I got mine, too bad you didn’t get yours,” types. He’d keep trying until his partner was thoroughly satisfied, and would likely do almost whatever it would take to please them.

I know he seems like an ass, but he really is a sweetheart. He’s kind of rough around the edges because he’s dealing with his demons and such. With the right person, he’d probably be a lot less abrasive. Mayne not entirely smooth, but nowhere near as rough.

Also, his body is warmer than average, so cuddling with him during the winter months would be amazing. I don’t know if it would be possible to just cuddle with him though. It would probably start out as simple, sweet cuddling, but Coy is Coy. He would at least try to convince you that it’s totally possible and normal to cuddle without your clothes on, and that’s “how everyone does it.” He’d say this with a giant grin on his face because again, Coy is Coy.

S.T. Sterlings - King of the Fire Dancers Square


King of the Fire Dancers, S.T. Sterlings © 2017, All Rights Reserved

Chapter One

There were two things that Coy Conlin was exceptionally skilled at. The first was dancing. The second, and more unconventional, was turning into a dragon. Both were in his blood and took years of trial and error to perfect, but the former wasn’t a danger to those around him. It wasn’t easy maneuvering a dragon body, especially not one as big as his. Dragons had claws, scales, and fangs. He even had the misfortune of retaining his proneness to seasonal allergies, which sure as hell took explosive sneezing to a whole new level. Still, thanks to his grandmother—a dragon shifter like him—he’d mastered shifting and everything that it entailed from a young age.

Like hunting.

His prey was a slender boy with white skin and blue eyes. The boy raced past, auburn hair catching the wind and blowing about his head. He scurried through the dried grass, his pale, gangly legs kicking up dirt as he rushed to hide behind a large tree. Laughter disguised as a growl escaped Coy’s mouth. As if a mere tree would provide the boy sanctuary.

Coy hated flying. Dragon or not, he preferred to keep his feet—and claws—securely grounded. But, humans were often smarter than they looked, and he knew that if he continued to creep along the ground, the boy would feel the vibrations caused by his heavy footsteps. And so, he pushed off, sharp talons grazing earth as he hovered above the coarse ground. His wings, as wide as sails on a cutter, pierced the air and sent forward a powerful gust of windblown, dusty dirt. He flapped them again, creating a mini dirt storm between himself and the tree and, most importantly, his prey.

A shower of prickly leaves and thin, brittle branches fell to the ground. Seconds later, the boy emerged from behind the tree, arms up and over his head, shielding himself from the downpour. Amidst the cascading debris, Coy caught the look of determination on the boy’s face. Wedged tightly in the boy’s grip was a rock, jagged and angled, the tip pointing toward the sky. A rock? Really? A puny, misshapen hunk of slate? What good would that do against a ninety-foot-long dragon with scales as black as onyx and five times as hard?

A rock.

The little idiot.

The boy let out a wail of a battle cry and charged forward, gripping the rock in his hand like a warrior wielding a sword. There were hundreds of ways Coy could have reacted, and most would have ended with the boy dead on his feet. Instead, he stood there, a beacon of massive power and pride, and allowed the boy to attack. He didn’t feel the impact of the rock smashing against his leg, though he did see the resulting blood. It wasn’t his. It would have taken much more than a rock to puncture his scales.

It was the boy’s.

The force behind the thrust of his hand had caused the rock to ricochet off a section of scales and created a shallow cut in the center of his reddened palm.

Coy had been specific with the rules—no blacking out, no crying, and no bloodletting. If any of those happened, the game ended immediately. And, although the human tried to hide it, he was definitely bleeding.

“No, wait. I’m okay. I swear it. I’m fine. Look. It barely—”

The protest fell on deaf ears—literally. Coy couldn’t hear—or see—anything during the transformation. It was as if he were alone in a black, soundproof room, nothing but darkness and depth and the feeling of endless falling. His heart rate quickened, slamming against his chest like a musician’s calloused hands pounding against a hand drum. He inhaled through his nose, focusing on the rhythm and physically and mentally controlling the pace of his heartbeat. He calmed his mind, grasping at emotions pulsing like lightning, smoothing them out until his vision began to return. First, blurs of colors: reds and browns and a single blob of white standing directly in front of him.

Then, all at once, everything returned.

“It’s barely a scratch,” the boy muttered, folding his pale arms over his chest.

“Too bad,” Coy replied, rubbing at his jaw. It felt good to use his vocal cords again. He was incapable of speech as a dragon, just limited to snarls and hisses…and fire breathing. That last one came in handy. “Rules are rules, Ari.”

Ari—Coy’s adopted brother—frowned. “You didn’t even give me a chance.”

“A chance to what?” Coy rolled his shoulders in an attempt to relax some of the tension in his muscles that came from shifting. “Find another rock? What was that supposed to do?”

He trudged away from his younger brother, crushing dead grass beneath his bare soles. He spotted his discarded sarong lying by a fragment of slate, the latter’s golden-brown surface highlighted with speckles of fiery red. The color was reminiscent of his own skin, warm brown with red undertones—the exact opposite of Ari’s. Even if Ari had somehow managed to slightly injure him with his dumb rock, the bruise would have been difficult to see. One of the many perks of having brown skin was that it didn’t display bruises well. Growing up, that played to his advantage with the number of fights he got into.

Ari pouted. “It was the only thing I could think of.”

“Yeah, well.” Nude, Coy bent down to retrieve his sarong. “That type of thinking is going to get you killed. Or worse, you’ll get your ass kicked.”

Ari rubbed his bloody hand against his sweat-soaked tunic. “How can getting beat up be worse than dying?”

Coy watched as the blood stained the faded fabric. Ari had already outgrown most of his clothes. What he had left was either tainted or torn. Coy would have to take up private performances at this rate just to make sure he could afford to buy Ari clothes.

“If you’re dead, you won’t have me around to rub it in.” He grinned at Ari and then motioned toward the open wound on his hand. “Better not let Dinina see that. You know how she gets.”

He wrapped the thin, cobalt-colored sarong around his waist, securing the two ends into a knot. They’d spent half the morning outside, which meant he’d spent just as long in his dragon form. He’d be exhausted later, but it was worth it. He always had fun hanging out with his little brother. Still, he felt like he was forgetting something.

And then he remembered.

“Shit!” he shouted, the sound so loud and sudden that it startled an unkindness of ravens perched in a nearby tree.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Ari asked, blue eyes wide with concern.

There were several things wrong, and all of them could be summed up with two words.

“The Registry.”

S.T. Sterlings - King of the Fire Dancers Graphic

About S.T.!

ST Sterlings is a librarian, and a mother of two (two boys, and one exhausting female GSD). She’s an avid fan of LGBTQ romance, and also loves the horror genre. She’s from Hampton, VA, but currently lives in Lancaster, CA.

Author Links

Website | Twitter | Goodreads

S.T. Sterlings - King of the Fire Dancers Square


One lucky winner will receive an ebook of their choice from NineStar Press!

(Just click the link below)

S.T. Sterlings Rafflecopter giveaway!

(Ends 17th August 2017)
S.T. Sterlings - King of the Fire Dancers Banner

Check out the other blogs on the tour!

2 thoughts on “King of the Fire Dancers by S.T. Sterlings Blog Tour, Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Comments are closed.