Free ROMANCE: The Bad Boy Meeting by Amanda Kevin

visit back to the states but never stayed long. Kate had spent her whole life in the united states. She was curious about the rest of the world.
                  Jean smiled and kissed her black hair “Don’t worry, my love. We’re going to have a nice dinner all set up for her.”
                  He glanced at Marcus a moment “Did you get the guest bedroom ready.”
                  Marcus laughed a little nervously “Of course I did! But I’m gonna go check it just in case. I’m taking my little helper with me.” He said, bouncing Cal before running off.
                  Jean watched him go and shook his head “If you had told me ten years ago that he would be a father, I would have laughed at you.”
                  She wrapped her arms around Jean’s waist and smiled “Is it that hard to believe?”
                  “You weren’t the one stuck with him for three hundred years.”
                  Kate laughed a little and nodded “I guess you’re right.” She hummed, closing her eyes.
                  She enjoyed the feel of being close to them, any of them. She preferred to be close to all of her boys at once but that didn’t always happen. When it did, she cherished it. Falling asleep, squished between her two lovers was the best place in the world as far as Kate was concerned.
                  She turned her head and gazed out the window, watching the waves crash into the rocks. This felt like some kind of a dream. There were days where Kate questions if all of this was real or not.
                  If this was some kind of a dream, she hoped she never work up. Her life was far too perfect.
                 

DRAGON TRIP
     
     
    By Rachel S. William

Chapter 1
     
    Macy’s jaw swung open, her lips vibrating as she released a heavy sigh. She leaned over her desk, resting her elbows on the manuscript she had sprawled all in front of her and cupping her hands over her face, accidentally smudging the eyeliner she had spent far too much time on that morning, which, incidentally, resulted in her showing up late for work and being slammed with this awful manuscript to power through. One look at her watch told her that it was barely noon, not quite time for lunch and nowhere near time to go home and fall into a failure-induced coma.
    Someone slammed their fist against the side of her cubicle. She groaned to herself and looked up, more than certain she would find her boss’s non-amused face looking back at her. Instead, she found herself staring at a pair of alluring green eyes, framed by a face that looked like it had been meticulously carved by Michelangelo himself. She blinked twice, forcing her face to remain straight and unemotional, as she murmured, “Yes,” at Jason, the man who sat just on the other side of her cubicle and found a way to torment her for at least 50% of every single one of her work-days.
    He didn’t say anything at first, but shifted his gaze from the confused facial expression of hers pressing its way through her smudged makeup, to the mess of a word document becoming wrinkled by the indents of her elbows pressing into it. “What are you up to?” he demanded, his voice holding that tone of mischief she wished she wasn’t always so familiar with.
    Macy rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. “I mean, isn’t it obvious?” she demanded, gesturing at the stack of papers in front of her.
    He leaned in even closer to her, so much so that he must have been bent at a 90 degree angle.
    But she held her stance, inhaled deep whiffs of his Calvin Klein over kill and tried her best not to think about the fact that she hadn’t actually had sex in over three months.
    “You know that’s going to be a terrible book right?” he asked, in a low murmured.
    Macy sucked in a deep breath. “Yes. I do. As a matter of fact, I picked it off of the slush pile