Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Jac looked around the room. The other women were holding eggs in the air. Blue, purple, red, and green.
I’m going to be sick! What is this?
Her eyes gravitated back to Dash, who pulled off his thong with an angry look. The women held up their eggs and yelled with delight at his naked form. Jac was too terrified to appreciate the enormous penis hanging between Dash’s legs, but the other women were elated.
“Yes! Come out and play, dragon!”
“Give us your juice!” one yelled.
Dash snapped his fingers, and Heebie entered stage right, wearing earmuffs. He stopped in front of Dash and looked directly at Pet, who still held Jac’s egg.
Ohmygod. Ohmygod. What’s going on?
Heebie threw off his muffs, took a huge breath, and then closed his mouth and pushed, almost like he was inflating himself.
Right before Jac’s eyes, Heebie’s fur fell off like a suit, and a small winged lizard appeared.
Jac gasped. Heebie was the dragon?
The women stilled, just as shocked as she was that the little furball wasn’t what he seemed.
The tiny beast fluttered toward Pet, who giggled and offered him the egg.
“I think we should go now,” said Damien. “If I know one thing about dragons, this place is about to get messy. Come. Hurry.” Damien helped Jac up and walked her toward the exit.
Jac glanced over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of something she wished she could unsee.
Jesus, it’s like a firehose of—
“Hurry. Now.” Damien dragged her outside.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jac got into Damien’s SUV, fully aware she was going into shock. Nothing back in the theater made any sense.
“What just happened?” she muttered.
“Apparently, you are a dragon and a mother-to-be,” Damien said.
“But how?” This had to be a mistake. Or a bad dream. Or…something!
“How could I have a rage demon possessing me for two hundred years and not know? The world we live in is filled with mysteries.”
Rage demon? Jac needed to lie down. “But I just laid an egg. Like a fucking chicken.”
“Trust me. That’s no chick. And you need to figure out what to do with it after it hatches.”
“I’m not going anywhere near it.” If it weren’t for the sanctuary, she’d be fleeing the continent right now.
There was a loud knock at the window. “Hey,” said the Belch man, standing there in his white underwear. “Anyone want to party? This place turned into a snoozefest. Just a bunch of hags fawning over their eggs.”
“I would love to,” Jac said under her breath.
“I think you need to rest,” Damien said, “but we can stop and get you supplies.”
At sunrise, Jac woke up on a gold-and-white couch in a fancy hotel room with a view of downtown Dallas. If memory served, this was Damien’s suite, and that man under the dining table (dream-mumbling to some woman named Margarita about being sorry for having too much fun) was the God of Wine.
She slowly sat up and massaged the sides of her pounding head, faintly recalling getting hammered and playing Twister. It had been Belch’s idea.
Then that Pet bird-thing showed up, and Damien started arguing with a ghost named Sky. He didn’t want her to leave. Sky disagreed. Belch thought they were being rude for missing their turns at Twister. It had been a crazy night—not at all what she’d needed.
Was there any piece of Jac’s reality left intact? I need a vacation. Somewhere weird beings couldn’t get close to her. Weird beings besides myself, I mean.
Still lying on the couch, Jac realized that someone was knocking on the door. Probably the maid service.
She struggled to get to her feet and open it.
“You happy now?” said Dash, standing in the hallway, wearing boots, black jeans, and a snug white tee that accentuated his fit body.
She winced. “Stop screaming.”
“I’m not screaming,” he hissed.
“Then why do my eardrums feel like they’re about to explode?”
“You just couldn’t wait to fuck him, could you, Jac?” Dash’s plump lips formed a flat line.
She held out her palm. “Whoa, whoa. What are you talking about?” She didn’t remember hooking up with anyone last night.
“You let him touch your egg.”
She blinked. Then she blinked some more. Faint memories of pain, stomach cramping, and then something popping into her panties flooded her mind. It hadn’t been just a bad dream.
“I can’t deal with this right now.” She looked at her watch. “Shit. The animals. Can you give me a ride home?” She had heart meds, antibiotics, and dewormers to give out.
“Sure,” he said coldly. “You want to put on some clothes first?” His eyes darted to her chest.
She looked down. She was only wearing panties.
“Shit.” She covered her breasts, suddenly remembering losing at Twister. Strip Twister!
She looked around the room. “I don’t know where my clothes are.”
“Here.” Dash rolled his eyes and peeled off his tee, exposing his killer abs and pecs. He handed her the shirt. “Nice breasts by the way. Bigger than I thought.”