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Blurb:
A reverse harem, dragon shifter, love triangle, forbidden romance book. Is there such a thing as having too much of a good thing? Well, when those “good things” happen to be two irresistibly attractive dragon shifters, it just might be!
The paranormal world is still so new to Reade. And in the midst of it all, Reade now finds herself in a battle between two strong alphas. There’s just one problem… She comes from a family of dragon slayers, and now she’s quite literally in bed with the enemy.
Caught in a love triangle, Reade faces the challenging task of keeping the peace between two powerful shifters. Can she find a way to have both of them without their rivalry tearing them apart? Or will her identity as a dragon slayer ruin any chance for romance? Find out in this paranormal dragon romance story by Marie Adamson.
Chapter 1
“Dad!!”
Reade Duncan’s shrieking cry for help bellowed off of the walls of the small house she shared with her father, Clyde. Her bedroom was quaint, stuffy and located in the basement—one of the only places that remained cool.
“Sweetheart?!” Her father panicked as his heavy footfalls could be heard on the stairs. If Reade didn’t know any better, she would have figured he tumbled his way down. “What’s going on?”
Reade snapped her attention towards the door of her bedroom as she hopped nervously on her bed and pointed towards the floor. Her fiery red hair was tied up in a messy bun and her solid green eyes were wide in fright and disgust. “In the corner, Dad! Kill them!”
Clyde Duncan turned his attention towards the corner to where a small group of scorpions that were about two inches in length seemed to be gathering. That was only one of the reasons Reade hated living in Las Vegas, Nevada. The heat was just another reason. The Mojave Desert, not so much fun after all.
“Calm down, Reade,” Clyde replied as he slipped off his boot and started inching towards the darkened corner of her room. “They’re just babies.”
“I don’t care what they are!” Reade bellowed. “The last time I got stung by one it was on my face and my eye swelled up to the size of a balloon, Dad!”
The sound of Clyde’s laughter could be heard throughout the entire house. He was a heavier set man, though built like he could take down an army. His shoulders were broad and his back was so large Reade found it nearly impossible to watch what he was doing. And she was standing on her bed.
A loud thump emanated throughout the room and Reade nearly hit the ceiling with her jump. “Jesus, Dad!” She exclaimed, her hand pressed firmly against her heart. “I’d like to make it to twenty five without you giving me a heart attack.”
The room fell silent as Clyde hunched down and used a napkin to wipe up the remains of the scorpions that were now crushed beneath his boot. Most people found it strange that Reade still lived with her father, even though she was 23 years old. But Reade didn’t care. He was always there when she needed him and she was there when he needed her, which seemed to be always. Reade was pretty certain that her father would eat his way to cardiac arrest if she wasn’t there to cook him meals that didn’t consist tearing a box open and popping it in the microwave.
“All cleared up, Sweetheart,” Clyde said, turning to his daughter with an adoring smile. “You could learn a thing or two from some scorpions, Reade, they’re just looking for protection like you are.”
Clyde Duncan had a tendency to speak vaguely and cryptically. It was as if he was always trying to get Reade to understand the underlying message that was hidden with every sentence he spoke. After a while, she stopped trying and started to believe that maybe he was just going through a mid-life crisis.
“I really have no idea what you’re talking about, Dad,” Reade said, pulling a smile. “Not that I ever do.”
Once again, Clyde’s thunderous laugh boomed throughout the space as Reade jumped down from her bed. She eyed the perimeter to make sure no creepy scorpions remained and she faced her dad.
“Do you have patrol tonight?” Reade asked, flipping on her ceiling fan to exchange the air. “Because I was kind of hoping that on your way home you could pick up some fresh shrimp. I wanted to make shrimp spaghetti marinara for dinner tomorrow.”
The word ‘patrol’ should be used lightly when it came to describing Clyde Duncan’s job. He had told Reade time and time again that he worked security along the strip. But none of it made sense to her. So many times, Reade had witnessed her father sneaking into the house long before his shift was supposed to be over and he looked scuffed up. She knew that the casinos could occasionally get rowdy, but not enough to leave bruises.
Reade figured that the most intimidating thing at the casinos other than the money, was her dad.
“If I get done early enough then I can pick some up,” Clyde said, avoiding his daughter’s gaze. “I don’t know how late I’m going to be. There’s a big meeting about some facial recognition software and they want my feedback.”
Reade remained silent as her father kissed the top of her head and enveloped her in a hug.
“I’ve got to get going,” he said calmly. “Make sure you lock the door after I leave.”
Clyde never left the house without telling Reade to lock the door. She came to the conclusion a long time ago that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She didn’t need to be reminded to lock the door, but in her father’s eyes, she would always be his little girl and he’d look out for her no matter what.
“Sure thing, Dad,” she replied, wearing the best smile she could muster.
When the front door of their small, but quaint house slammed shut, Reade hopped off of her bed and rushed towards the window. Her features crinkled in confusion as she watched her father load a duffle bag into the back of his truck.
“Why do you need that if you’re patrolling the strip?” She asked herself as she chewed on her lower lip. A habit that she had picked up as a child.
After the death of Reade’s mother four years ago, she made it her priority to not question anything that her father did. He was all she had, and she was all he had. She never wanted to do anything that made it seem like she didn’t trust him, but he wasn’t a very good liar. There was always something off and up until now, she let it slide.
“I’m going to follow you,” she thought.
At the end of the hallway, just across her father’s bedroom there was a small room that Clyde spent most of his time in when he was home. He’d asked Reade numerous times not to go in there, but he never locked the door just in case there was an emergency. He trusted her. The thought tugged at her heart as she crept along the aged wood that lined the floors of the hall.
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She convinced herself that she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She just wanted to know what casino he was working at tonight. She wanted to know where she could find him.
The room was moderately decorated and full of dust. Reade’s father wasn’t exactly good on the upkeep and because Reade had promised to stay out, she never went in to dust. The shelves were lined with books that looked as if they had been passed down from generation to generation. There were scrolls that lined the wall and written in languages that Reade couldn’t even hope to understand.
“Wow, Dad,” Reade snorted inelegantly. “I think it’s time to lay off Antique Roadshow. Not everything you find at a yard sale is worth something. Most of it is crap.”
The computer that sat on the small desk in the corner was beyond the point of obsolete and Reade scrubbed the back of her neck. The top drawer to the desk was left open and nerves fluttered through her stomach as she rummaged through the papers, in search of something that would let her know where she could find her father.
“Spotting, 2:49 A.M. Angle missed,” she read out loud from a piece of paper, curiosity rolling over her. “Whatever that means.”