Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Humans. Klynn knows that humans come in a variety of shapes, colors, and personalities. What he isn’t expecting is to find a human mate. A stern mate who glares and doesn’t talk about diner nonsense or mate business in public. He’s perfect. The only problem? How to tell the human that he’s Klynn’s mate.
Agent Murphy
Aliens. Agent Murphy knows aliens—dragons especially—come in all shapes, colors, and personalities. What he isn’t expecting is to find one rational, perfect man in a sea of ridiculousness and inappropriate questions. Klynn is private, serious, and not into talking about diner nonsense. The only problem? How to figure out what kind of diner nonsense his boy is actually into.
When a passionate reader finds the main character of his dreams, two unconventional men will write a story that bridges the stars.
Author’s This is the second book in the spinoff series from the original Blue Ridge Magic books. This takes place after the events in the original series and should be read in order for it to make sense. This series contains spoilers for the original series. (That’s probably obvious, but I’m a worrier.)
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Prologue
Klynn
“That’s what a Team Binkie member is?”
Really?
Pausing the voice that came from the small reading machine, I set it down on the log that I used as my main seating area and rose to move away. Having space from the device seemed imperative even if it was not logical, but I had come to accept many of my actions were not logical.
And when I was alone, I let myself experience them without worry.
If the device made me uncomfortable, I would walk away.
If the diner men made me uncomfortable, I would walk away.
If seeing odd behavior between mated pairs made me uncomfortable, I would walk away.
The first books I had managed to read explained that what the people of Earth had termed mental health was important and I did not need to do things that made me uncomfortable. I could say no. I could decline to talk about anything.
No was a complete sentence.
It was amazingly freeing.
But this.
This.
“What have the diner men been reading?”
This was not the same sharing relationships that I had found in the sparkly dragon’s other books. It had been easy to learn that one person provided rules and either necessary or desired painful pleasure, and the other gave the provider a purpose in life.
Some mates were just needier than others and it was the mate termed as the submissive who provided for their needy mate.
I just had not understood the words for it before.
But this.
This.
“Daddy.”
The human language English used many words in multiple ways, some making more sense than others, but this provided answers and additional questions.
“Team Binkie members are Daddies and the specific type of submissives who give them purpose.”
What had they been called by the author?
I could find the word without going back to the device.
I was good at English.
I was bad at exploring their world but I was good at English and research.
“Littles.”
Yes.
Needing to move, I gave in to the desire to wiggle, as authors described it, and paced around my camp, circling it slowly as I kept the reading device in the middle of my path. It was not dangerous to my physical health, but my books had taught me that mental health was just as important.
So the machine must be watched.
And studied.
That was not good.
The mates called Dominants would curse in this situation, but many books explained that I was not allowed. It was a confusing rule, but one that was widely enforced across many stories, so it must have some broader context I had yet to learn.
“Shoot.”
It was an appropriate word and released emotional frustration.
Dominant mates from Earth would require communication, so practicing was appropriate as well.
“Shoot.”
Using the word more forcefully to give it a human sound, I enjoyed the release it gave me as I performed venting. The mates called submissives required ways of releasing emotions. It was not optional. They were simply not designed to keep emotions and desires contained on their own and found it necessary to have their mates manage them.
They were not defective, just different, and their dominant mates were different as well.
It must be stressful to walk around needing to manage people constantly but always being told no. That was why it was so important that they find their mates. No matter what humans called them. They had different words and could not sense the magic, but it was there. I could see it in their books and the stories they told.
Magic could still be dangerous, however, and dangerous creatures must be studied to understand the different ways they could provide risk. Books were just unconventional risks I had not discovered until coming to the confusing planet.
“Research is important even if it provides danger.”
Pausing my circle, I forced my legs to stop closer to the device. “There was a reason this opportunity was placed in front of you.”
I was not weak or broken.
I was not too defective for a mate.
I simply hadn’t understood what I would be able to provide for my mate.
My mate would need someone to control.
My mate would need someone to manage.
My mate would need someone to care for.
“I will provide everything my mate needs, but to do that, I must research.”
The fates had put the sparkly dragon’s books in my path and I would do my best to honor the knowledge they had given me.
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Agent Murphy
“You’re human, right?”
Screaming at him never helped.
Screaming at him never helped.
Screaming at him never helped.
“Have I started glowing in meetings?”
Fuck no. Because it was inappropriate to get turned on over married coworkers.
“Have I asked to bring in strange pets that could eat people?”
No. Because gators and things with jaws that big weren’t something we were supposed to bring to office parties.
“Have I sneezed and had half the electricity in the building go out?”
No. Because I knew how to stay away from people when I was fucking contagious.