The Dragon’s E-Mail Order Menage

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Blurb:

A dragon shifter, threeway, paranormal romance story. Part 1 in the Otherworldly Triangles series. Maggie Wallace is in need of something new. Living on a ranch has gone stale, and her sex life? Completely nonexistent.

So she feels like she’s hit the jackpot when she finds a social network that could potentially pair her with a shape-shifter. But when she’s connected with two dragon shifters, she realizes that she’s getting more than she ever bargained for.

What wild adventures await Maggie with these mysterious shape-shifters? And could this menage bring more than just excitement into her life? Discover now in this threesome, dragon shifter romance novel by Jade White.

Chapter 1

“Maggie. Hey, Maggie! Where’ve you been all this time?”

“Right here, Eddie. Only right here.”

“Seriously? You’ve just been sitting underneath this stupid tree all day? Oh man, Mamma is going to be so mad at you! I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s already pretty damned ticked off, but when she finds this out she’s gonna go through the roof.”

“Don’t say damn,” Maggie interjected automatically, the way one did when she was as used to taking care of smaller children as she was to tying her own shoes, “and don’t say ticked off. Speaking of making Mamma mad, you know for a fact that she wouldn’t want to hear you talk like that, Edward. You and I both know that much is true.”

“Yeah, okay,” her little brother, only nine and small for his age, said grumpily as he dragged the toe of his scuffed up sneaker through the dirt, “that may be so, but you’re still gonna get it. Just see if you don’t. Cali says if you’re head wasn’t stuck on the top of your body it would float on off into the sky, just like a balloon you let the string go of.”

Wonderful. Maggie groaned internally, briefly wondering what it would be like to be an only child. She loved her siblings, all five of them, but sometimes she couldn’t help thinking how much easier things would be without them. Even Cali, the sister only fifteen months younger than her and about as close to a twin as she could get without actually being one, was more than happy to throw her under the bus on occasions such as this one.

 She was their mother’s daughter, that was for sure, and that was putting the situation kindly, framing it in a friendly sort of light (rose colored glasses and all of that). They were still reasonably young, Maggie herself only just having turned twenty-three, but sometimes she saw Cali as being the older one. God, sometimes it seemed to Maggie like Cali was closer to their mother’s age that to her own.

Still only twenty-one and practically begging to be middle-aged. Either that or she just took an unprecedented and unexplainable pleasure in getting Maggie into trouble. Not that she really needed to bother. Maggie had always been pretty amazing at doing that all on her own. Her papa liked to say it was her greatest talent, finding the thorn in the sea of roses and treating it like some kind of great gift.

She always rolled her eyes when he got to talking like that, told him that he was being ridiculous and shrugged him off with a sigh, but deep down in her heart she wondered if he might be right. The thing was, Papa was mostly joking, a good-natured kind of ribbing, but to Maggie it didn’t feel like a joke. Not when she was lying awake at night and staring at her ceiling, wondering why she made the decisions that she did.

“Hey, um, Maggie? Don’t you think you’d better come on home with me now? The longer you wait, the worse the talking to is gonna be.”

Take this, for example. She knew she had been expected to help out today. The Wallace family ran a farm in New Mexico and it was by no means the easiest of lifestyles to muddle through. New Mexico was beautiful, stunning really, but it was also harsh. It was desert land with a rich and violent history that had given way to an explosion of artistic endeavor. What resulted was a people who were strikingly opposed to one another, one end of the spectrum wealthy beyond all comprehension while the other was dirt poor, living in trailers while they drank and gambled their meager living away.

Families like hers, families who fell square in the middle and managed to maintain a comfortable living (albeit with hard work) were something of a rarity, as far as she could see. She knew that and she appreciated it, honest to god she did, but sometimes it wasn’t enough to make her want to get up and do the work she knew was required of her.

Sometimes she only wanted to sit beneath the old gnarled cottonwood tree that had been her favorite since she was a child and look out at the land that seemed to her like it must surely be the only truly enchanted part of America left. That’s what they called it, after all, wasn’t it? It was right there on the sign when you entered the state: “Welcome to New Mexico, the Enchanted State.” Fitting, then, that it was where the  people had decided to settle who knew how many years back.

What better place for a small community of dragon shifters to lay down roots? She knew they had fled Scotland a long, long way back, fearing the steadily worsening persecution of their kind, and settled here. She knew her little town’s history, not that any of it mattered now. What mattered now was that it was almost supper time and she had yet to even begin the family’s laundry, which was no small undertaking for a family of eight containing four boys ranging from the age of nine to eighteen.

“Come on then, Eddie. I suppose you should lead me back to the house, shouldn’t you? Now that you’ve found your escaped prisoner there’s no point in delaying the thing. Time to turn me in and accept your just reward.”

Maggie stood slowly, dusting her sundress off and sighing. Eddie, clearly thrilled with the implication that he was some kind of a bounty hunter leading his find back to where she belonged, crowed with delight and beat his little chest. Maggie ruffled the mop of messy red hair falling across his forehead and patted him lightly on the back.

Yes, it would certainly be easier to be an only child, but when she looked at her little brother like this she knew she wouldn’t trade him in for anything. She was lucky to have so many people to love and who loved her back. She knew that, she really did, she just had to make an effort to remember that when they pissed her off (something she was absolutely sure would be put to the test sooner rather than later).

“Come on, prisoner! Mamma will give me a treat, I bet! I just bet she will.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Maggie muttered under her breath sarcastically. Eddie glanced back at her, having tied the rope he used for a belt around her wrists in order to lead her to her doom, but he didn’t hear what she had said (or if he did, he had chosen to ignore it). That was good. That was for the best. There was no sense in making him feel bad for something he had no  fault in. After all, he was only doing what he had been told. Hopefully, if he continued to do so as he grew older, he would wind up more like Cali and less like her. It would definitely cause him a whole lot less trouble, that was a fact. Maggie sighed and started to walk forward as her captor had demanded, only pausing briefly to look behind her. The vibrant shock of the green of the cottonwood against the backdrop of the red, parched earth of the plateaus behind it called out to her, pulled at her heart in a way that made it ache.

She didn’t want to leave this place. It was the place that felt like home deep inside of her bones. It was inside of those bones where she was most sure this land she loved was the reason for her restlessness. She was born with the desert’s heart of a wanderer but shackled to the life of the average modern day stationery family. Just her dumb luck, right? Couldn’t be helped. Not in any way she knew and she had thought it over plenty.