Little Lords by Charlene Hartnady (The Dragon Demigods Book 3)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 3.0 MB
USA Today bestselling author, Charlene lives on an acre in the country with her husband, three children and an array of pets including a snake.You can usually find her typing away frantically completely lost in worlds of her making. She is an avid believer that it is the small things that truly matter like the feeling you get when you start a new book or a particularly beautiful sunset.
Book 3 in this exciting new world. If you like dragons and egotistical, super-sexy demigods, then this is the series for you.
The steel door to my workshop slowly rolls open. I hold up my hand against the harsh light that streams inside, waiting for my eyes to adjust.
I brighten up considerably when Miss Sunshine glides inside, the steel doors rolling shut as Ava parks. I drop my wrench on the workbench and grin broadly. I can’t help it. This is my woman. My Oreo. My life.
“What a nice surprise,” I say as the door to her car opens.
Ava gets out, and I almost fall on my ass. That dress! She’s so fucking gorgeous. I still can’t believe she’s mine.
“Not really,” she answers as she closes the car door. “I said that I would pick you up on the way into town.”
I look at my watch. “You’re a little early.” We’re meeting the guys. Night has some sort of announcement he needs to make. I have a feeling it has to do with the human he’s had up at his house for the last few weeks. I think our biggest opponent to taking mates has fallen down the rabbit hole. I want to laugh, but I can’t since I can’t stop looking at Ava.
She walks towards me, and my eyes drift down her body.
“New dress?” I ask, my throat closing. My balls tightening.
“Do you like it?” She lifts her brows, giving a twirl.
“I love it.” My voice is thick. It’s been a couple of days, actually a week – how did that happen? – since we’ve made love. A long-ass time. Too long! I’m feeling each and every one of those days acutely at this moment.
“It’s not new.” She shakes her head. “I just haven’t worn it before.”
“Why the hell not?” Her cleavage is deep. The dress is made from some kind of stretchy material. It has buttons all the way up the front. The two at the top look like they might pop open at any second. Her breasts are even fuller now that she is carrying our child. Warmth spreads through me at the thought.
She shrugs, suddenly looking unsure. “It shows off a little too much boob.” She runs her hands over her chest, and I almost come in my coveralls.
“Fuck… Oreo, there’s no such thing as too much boob. Trust me on that.” I want to close the distance between us and kiss her soft lips, but I also want to keep watching her because… Man, oh, man.
She chuckles; it sounds throaty. “Not just that.” She turns to the side. “I’m starting to get a belly.” She runs her hand over her ripening stomach.
I growl low. I don’t think that there is anything sexier than a pregnant woman. Ava is carrying my child. She’s blossoming. Everything about her is better. That much more incredible. I feel a tightening in my core, just looking at her. That’s not the only place tightening up.