Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Dragons Need Love, Too (I Like Big Dragons #2) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Lani Lynn Vale |
| Language: | English |
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Nikolai Vassago has a plan. His day starts out fairly normal. Get up, kick some ass, fondle his beard, take some names. One second he’s participating in a normal every day mission, and the next he’s saving the one woman that fate has promised him for the rest of his life from the grips of a criminal mastermind. Nikolai can’t say he’s altogether displeased with what he’s given, though. Not with that gorgeous brunette that would soon be warming his bed. The same can’t be said for Brooklyn. Living in a commune most of her life meant she wasn’t exposed to all of life’s craziness. The moment she turned eighteen, she was off and running, experiencing all of what life had to give. That means she sometimes jumps in feet first, not thinking about consequences until the deed is already done. Nikolai rescues her from a fate worse than hell, throwing her on the back of his dragon and flying off into the night. He’s a go-with-the-flow kind of man. Brooklyn, however, is not. Having been caged for the first eighteen years of her life, she wants nothing more than to be free to do what she pleases, consequences be damned. Nikolai, however, has different ideas, and he’s not above using his masculine will to prove to her that she’s exactly where she needs to be. | |
| Books in Series: | I Like Big Dragons Series by Lani Lynn Vale |
| Books by Author: | Lani Lynn Vale Books |
Prologue
Growing up is when you go from using drugs for fun to using them just to function like a normal human being.
-Food for Thought
Nikolai
Alright, Jean Luc. You know what to do, I said telepathically to my spotter.
Jean Luc hit the lights and the entire surrounding area went dark.
I blinked, and then suddenly I was seeing in shades of red, green, blue, yellow, and orange.
There’s a man in the back room, left corner. Gun. There’s a man on the right side of the front room, in front of the television. Gun on the table. One more on the back porch smoking a cigarette, no gun, I relayed to my men who were surrounding the building.
10-4, was echoed amongst them, and I started to creep forward on my hands and knees.
I had no clue what kind of security they had out here, but with my ability to control my body temperature, I hoped that whatever infrared/thermal cameras they had out here would be rendered useless with all the power I was expending.
Slowly, we all converged at once, moving stealthily through the long grass.
Perdita was overhead, circling closer and closer, looking at her own version of a thermal heat camera.
Perdita could do wonderful things, but one of the best things was her ability to manipulate her energy.
She could appear hot, cold, or even dead. Whatever she wanted you to see is what you saw.
I also had that gift.
It was a gift that not even my older brother, the badass King of the Dragon Riders, had.
I could sense heat like a…well…dragon.
My bonded dragon, Perdita, was very unique, and from all places, across ‘the pond’, as she put it.
She was from Ireland, and over eight hundred years old.
She’d never bonded to anyone but me; something that was the same for most dragons and their bonded dragon riders.
I had not understood the depth of Perdita’s powers until we’d been bonded for over four years. She’d given me short lessons on how to harness the powers that she’d passed on to me, but I’d not been able to do so at first.
Mostly because I’d bonded with her at the young age of nineteen, instead of twenty-one.
I’d still been a boy, and hadn’t really understood the enormity of our connection until my brother had sat me down and explained that not even he had bonded until he was twenty-one.
So it’d been a wakeup call to realize that Perdita hadn’t been completely honest with me until I’d accidentally used her gift on her.
Perdita was the queen of illusions and was excellent at appearing harmless.
And apparently, so had I. I’d finally gotten sick of how she’d been treating me, and had thrown her so far into an illusion that I didn’t know how to get her back out. Mostly because I wasn’t sure how to get her out of it, and partly because I was still mad at her.
After she managed to get out of it herself, she’d apologized, and then had explained that I’d shown her her worst nightmare. Something in which to this day, she still hadn’t told me about.
Something inside of me stilled, and all my warning receptors started to clang at the same time.
Ford, Alaric, Jean Luc, Ian, and Dorian stopped when I hissed out a warning the second I saw the first trip wire.
There’re explosives. Be vigilant, I ordered.
Do you want me to disable them, Boss? Ian asked.
Negative. If we have to leave in a hurry, I don’t want them to be able to come for us at a quick pace. It’s best if they think they’re all inactive. It might prove useful later, I explained to the men.
10-4, Ian confirmed.
So we kept moving until we had about four feet in between us and the house.
Alright, Perdita. Do your thing.
Yes, Sire. You’ve got about ten minutes until I will no longer be able to hold it, Perdita expounded.
Perdita was so good.
All Perdita—or me for that matter—had to do was send out what was similar to a movie toward the men in the house.
However, she was more selective than I was.
When I wanted to play the mind games, everyone within my immediate area saw the same thing.
The only ones immune were my brothers.
And they didn’t even realize things were different before, or after, Perdita and I played our mind games.
I wasn’t sure what she was showing them, but not one of them reacted as I moved into the house like I owned the place.
My limited telekinetic abilities enabled me to open the doors without breaking anything, then walk straight up to the first man and take him out with a sleeper hold.
He never even realized I was there, nor that I was choking off his air supply.
He stayed pliant in my arms until he passed out from lack of oxygen.
Then, with the utmost care, I dropped him to the floor at my feet.