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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)

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Salem’s guide to making a dragon break up with him:

Step 1: Don’t sleep with him. (No, seriously, don’t.) And definitely don’t let him into your apartment, he won’t leave.

Step 2: Deny being mates and don’t fall in love with him.

…Step one and two failed. Gregori is too stubborn and irresistable.

Salem is currently taking suggestions that don’t involve giving in to his feelings.

(Please note, do not try making the dragon jealous. Jealousy sex is too much fun and cannot be resisted. This will backfire.)

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The party was in full swing for the bonding ceremony. Gregori had honestly feared he’d never see the day Dimitri and Sam could bond with each other. He wasn’t the only one in the clan, either. It was likely because of that the party was even more boisterous than usual. Relief lifted their spirits. The worst hadn’t happened, Sam was fully healed and able to use magic, and he and Dimitri would now have centuries together instead of decades.

Plus, the trio was happily together. The entire clan had spent two hundred and fifty years worrying about Luka and Vasily and what would happen if they ever found their mage. To have all those worries proven to be nothing was a definite relief. Gregori felt like he had given Amaru good advice and a boot in the right direction, though he frankly could not wait for their bonding ceremony. He was going to give an absolutely wicked toast.

A happily ever after indeed.

Sam’s family had flown down in force for the ceremony, of course. There were a lot of happy tears and hugs, with only some of it fueled by alcohol. (At least three people had spiked the wedding punch. Gregori knew that for a fact, as he’d watched them do it. No, he hadn’t stopped them. Where was the fun in that?)

They’d gone for a beach wedding, and with the sun setting over the water, it was a truly beautiful sight. The blue of the water and the golds, purples, and oranges of the setting sun all washed over the white-and-silver themed decorations. People were dancing on the beach, a few drunkards were singing in the old tongue, and the area was filled with lots of laughter and conversation. Gregori hadn’t seen his clan this happy since mages had started popping back up. It was a very, very good evening.

Normally, with a party this good, he’d kick back, drink, and enjoy. But something had caught his attention.

To be specific, someone.

Salem, Sam’s twin, wasn’t in the throng. He sat on the outside edge, on the grass, watching with a faint smile. The sunset washed over him, touching on that thick, dark brown hair, bathing his paler skin in warm tones. He looked downright edible, in fact.

Yeah. Gregori would love to get his hands on that.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? He took his beer with him as he sauntered over. Salem didn’t twitch, just glanced in his direction before focusing again on whatever it was he looked at.

“Mind if I join you?” Gregori waved to a patch of grass near him.

“Feel free.”

All right, good start. Gregori dropped into place, sitting close enough to feel the body heat off the man, but far enough away to not crowd him.

“Whatcha staring at?”

“My brother.” Salem’s faint smile grew. “When he first told us he was coming down here, my parents tried really hard to talk him out of it. I didn’t think it was a good idea either, but I recognized there was no talking him out of it, so I didn’t argue. Turns out, it was serendipity he did come down here alone. Who knew he was a dragon’s mate?”

“No one. But I’m just as happy he did come.”

“Happy, relieved, bemused. I’m all of that. Sam’s focus on fixing his core paid off in the end.” Salem shook his head before lifting his beer to his lips. “People have got to stop underestimating my brother. He’s a smart man, he knows what he’s doing.”

“That he is. Any reason why you’re over here and not over there?”

Salem took another swig with a grimace. “Too much gushing. My parents are a little too thrilled Sam’s finally married. They’re positive he’ll be happy now. Also positive they’ll get grandkids soon.”

“Ah. Well, they might at that.” Gregori shrugged in ignorance. He had no idea what Dimitri and Sam had decided in terms of kids.

“Is that all you dragons think about? Mates and kids? You don’t have any fun?”

Oh-ho, look at that expression. Salem eyed him up and down with definite interest. Gregori felt his libido sit up and take notice. “I wouldn’t say that. It’s not like we’re celibate as we wait for our mates to show up.”

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Rise (Wings N Wands #2) Read Online Jocelynn Drake http://www.wownovels.com/rise-wings-n-wands-2-read-online-jocelynn-drake Thu, 07 Dec 2023 05:55:28 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/rise-wings-n-wands-2-read-online-jocelynn-drake Genre: Dragons, Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal Authors: Jocelynn Drake Series: Wings N Wands Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)

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For the record, putting the Sousa clan to sleep for five hundred years is not Amaru’s fault.

At least he’s found his two, count ‘em two sexy, hunky, adorable, overprotective dragon mates because of it, and they’ll help him wake up his clan.

So why. Are his mates. AVOIDING HIM? Especially Luka. This should not be as hard as they’re making it.

What’re the proper tools to fix relationship problems? Is it screwdrivers?

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Vasily smiled at the man in front of him, helpless to do otherwise—the man was far too charming, damn handsome, and familiar in an odd way. This dream man was slender with lean muscle, and his nearly black shaggy hair fell into his enormous chestnut brown eyes. Vasily found him to be incredibly cute. Even as he stood there, he radiated a certain amount of energy. Like he was between two different tasks and ready to try doing both at once. It wasn’t the first time Vasily had dreamed of this man, but it was the first time he’d seen him so clearly, felt him so distinctly.

“There you are,” the man said with such obvious delight it felt like the smile gave a sucker punch right to Vasily’s feels. “I’m finally awake enough to feel you. Where are you now?”

He was so charming, and this was only a dream anyway, so Vasily didn’t mind answering the question. The man had been like this before in the other dreams—floating about in midair, between land and sky, with Vasily in human form.

“I’m in Brazil. Near the beach. Why?”

“Oh good, you’re not too far. You need to come find me.” The man came in closer, taking Vasily’s hands in a firm grip, his expression earnest. “I can only count on the two of you. Come find me.”

Vasily felt his dragon lift its head, protective instincts engaging. “Are you in danger?”

“I will be if you don’t get me out of here soon. I don’t have the ability to do it on my own.” The man rolled his eyes. “Gods above, I told them not to go with this design, but did they listen to me? And now we’re all suffering for it. You remember the path I’ve shown you before?”

“Mostly. Are you leading me to you?”

“I’m certainly trying. I’ll start again from the beginning. Make sure you memorize the path.”

The dream abruptly shifted. The man was gone, nowhere to be seen, and that alarmed Vasily to no end. He felt the fear take root in his bones. He frantically spun, looking about, heart clawing its way up his throat.

Shhhh, that smooth tenor voice whispered in his ear. I’m right here. Pay attention. I can’t maintain this for much longer tonight. I’ll show you where to go.

With that voice in his ear, Vasily settled, assured that the dreamer was still with him.

The dream shifted again, the location spinning and blurring around him in a dizzying array of greens and blues until he was in a location he knew. The ruins of the Sousa Clan. Only it didn’t look like it was now, but more…intact? Pristine? Like it must have looked hundreds of years ago when the inhabitants still lived there. Streetlights lined all of the roads, glowing faintly. No people to be seen, but the impression of people was there, like they were just out of sight inside the buildings. From this aerial view he could see that the buildings actually did form a very large spiral that ended in the central courtyard.

Vasily had never seen it in that condition, so how could his imagination picture this all so clearly? He felt like he’d stood here before, had been led here before, but was only now remembering it clearly. How many times had he had this dream and only retained fuzzy impressions of it?

He had no time to question. It felt like he was dropped right over the center of the city, oriented northward, and then he was flying through the sky. The night air was cool over his skin, the feeling pleasant, although it felt strange to be in human skin while flying like this. Was this how the mages felt when flying with them?

Then something happened—an impact against his chest, not hurtful, but jarring. Vasily blinked awake, startled by the sensation. Oh, Luka was restless. He must have bumped against him.

Wait, shit, the dream had abruptly ended. Dammit, come back! Vasily had more questions than answers right now.

Ugh, it was just getting to the part where he actually remembered something, too. He hated dreams that toyed with him like this. And what had that dream been, anyway? It had felt so distinctly real. Real enough he could almost feel the traces of moist night air lingering on his skin.

Luka stirred again in his sleep, muttering under his breath. Such a sleep talker, this one. He’d always been one to talk in his sleep. Vasily looked at him fondly, remembering some nights when he’d taken advantage of it and gotten Luka to agree to all sorts of things. Like getting a credit card and maxing it out on video games. That had been a memorable one. Luka had chased him around the beach for hours, irate but secretly laughing, too.

“—know where that is,” Luka muttered, huffing as if in frustration.

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Ruins (Wings N Wands #1) Read Online Jocelynn Drake http://www.wownovels.com/ruins-wings-n-wands-1-read-online-jocelynn-drake Fri, 18 Nov 2022 16:25:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/ruins-wings-n-wands-1-read-online-jocelynn-drake Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Jocelynn Drake Series: Wings N Wands Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)

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Samuel has one goal in life: fix his broken core.

What does he not want? A bossy, overprotective, possessive, teasing dragon sticking his nose in business that is not his.

Even if he is sexy. And supports Samuel on his quest to find the lost Sousa Mage Clan.

Utterly beside the point. He does not need a dragon boyfriend.

(Un)fortunately, Dimitri disagrees.

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Samuel stood outside his parents’ middle-class suburban home with tidy green shutters, the front yard covered in a scattering of colorful maple leaves…and braced himself.

He was willingly stepping into the dragon’s den.

Well, willingly was an obscene exaggeration. He wasn’t all that willing, but if he didn’t show up for dinner, there was a damn good chance his mother would show up at his front door, and then he’d be cornered. At least at his parents’ house he could make a run for it.

Something he might very well need to do since he was showing up alone.

The one positive was that his twin brother’s white SUV was already parked in the driveway. If Salem was in a good mood, he’d support Samuel.

If he was in the mood to be an annoyance, then all bets were off on Samuel getting out of the house alive.

With one last sigh, he used his key and unlocked the door, letting himself inside. “Hey! I’m here!” He shuffled his feet across the entry rug to remove any dirt and leaves that covered the soles of his shoes.

“We’re in the kitchen!” His mother’s voice rang out through the first floor.

The scent of seasoned roast and freshly baked bread filled the air, and Samuel’s stomach grumbled in protest. It wanted to have the anticipated arguing happen after it had been filled.

Recently, Samuel had been subsisting too much on ramen, sandwiches, and anything that could be ordered and delivered quickly. Between his research and preparing for his trip, he didn’t have time for things like cooking a decent, healthy meal. As it was, the smells wafting around him seemed almost decadent.

After shedding his coat and hanging it in the hall closet, he made his way through the home that had seen him through his late teen years as well as summers back from undergraduate school. The ghosts of old memories were few and faint thanks to his mother’s need to repaint walls on a regular basis. She and his father had also gotten new furniture in all the rooms on the first floor.

The only truly creepy thing was that she kept spare rooms made up for both him and his brother, as if she expected them to wake up one day and decide to move back in, despite both of them being thirty-one and having successful careers.

Of course, moving back in would mean Janice Hunter could more closely manage their lacking love lives. Neither of his parents had cared that Samuel had come out as gay in high school, or that his brother had later admitted to being bi. It wasn’t who they loved so long as they found someone to marry and settle down with.

How could they possibly survive in life without someone to take care of and to take care of them in return?

Those words were usually delivered by their mother with a dramatic sigh while she placed one hand to her forehead.

Samuel was ready to argue that he could survive just fine. No! He could thrive and be happy completely alone for the rest of his life.

Passing through the living room, Samuel stopped at the threshold of the kitchen to find his mother at the stove, minding the various pots bubbling on the burners, while his father leaned against the sink in his usual “supervising” mode—as if his mother needed anyone’s help making dinner. Salem was seated at the table in the small breakfast nook, scrolling on his phone. Everyone seemed to think the brothers were identical, except for the fact that Salem had a neater, shorter haircut, wore contacts rather than glasses, and was generally more handsome.

“Hey, kiddo!” Norman Hunter called out when seeing his son, as if Samuel were still a teenager. A smile spread easily across Norman’s narrow face, his glasses catching the overhead lights. His short, dark hair seemed to be growing more silver each time Samuel stopped by, and it was unsettling to see his father aging. His mother was dutifully dyeing her shoulder-length brown hair, fighting back the advancing years with a fierce stubbornness. She’d only recently started wearing glasses, though the entire family argued that she’d needed them for at least six years now.

“We were starting to wonder what was taking so long,” his father added with a low chuckle.

“Dinner is going to be ready in about fifteen minutes. You—” Janice stopped in the middle of whatever she was saying as she turned toward him, her eyes searching the empty space beside him. “Where’s Kevin?”

“He didn’t get stuck at work, did he?” Norman asked. “That poor guy is working himself to death.”

“It’s okay,” Janice continued. “I can save a plate for him. You can take it to him this evening. Make sure he gets a good meal.”

Nowhere in that conversation was there an opening for Samuel to reply to their questions, as if it didn’t actually matter what he had to say. His gaze lurched over to Salem, who had lifted his eyes from his phone to look at his brother. Salem’s expression turned from questioning to a pained wince.

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