Two Dragons For Lilily Chapter 1 Part 3

“Red hot coals for fiery dragons.”  Ned chuckled.

“You ain’t gonna get me red,” Adam replied.  “Think you got lyrics ready since your mind is working.”

Ned hissed at him.  Then picked up the pen close to him.  He pulled the pad he’d scribbled notes on earlier to him.  “Not as X-rated as earlier.”

Adam shook his head.  “Songs preferably no hotter than R rated.”

 Ned laughed again.  “Humans and their restraints.”

“Social niceties,” Adam added.  “We observe similar practices within our pack.”

“Prides. Packs.  It all comes down to conservatism.” Ned pointed to two lines on his pad.  “What about this? Your kisses are sweet.  What a wine I sip.”

Adam groaned.  “You’ve done better.”

“Inspiration, dude.  I need inspiration.” Ned tossed his pen on the pad.  “Maybe we need to go Lilly watching.”

“Leave the confectioner out of this,” Woody called out.

“Wood, give him a pass.  I’ll chaperone.  ‘Sides we need groceries and more coffee.” Adam pulled Ned’s pad to him.  “I’ll make up the list.  You call out what the cabinets lack.”

“I’m gonna take a shower. Get presentable.” Ned rose, humming as he walked away.

Adam stood, shaking his head, taking the pad with him.  Ned’s libido kicked into overdrive usually when his dragon essence went through its mating phase.  With the dragon corralled, it usually dropped.  Apparently, this Lilly affected his human side too.

Adam hastily wrote down as Woody called out from the kitchen. “We need: Steaks, milk four gallons, ice cream, chocolate, cheese, burgers, ribs, eggs, bacon, and twelve whole chickens.” 

Adam leaned into the kitchen.  “Whole chickens?”

“Yes.  Soup stock and Aaron’s chicken salad.”  Woody exited the kitchen passing Adam.  He made his way to the table and sat down.

Aaron, their bass guitarist, made a chicken salad that had chefs from four-star restaurants begging for the recipe.

“Don’t we need celery, garlic, and that organic mayo?’ Adam started adding the items to the list.  He tossed the pad on the table and sat down next to Woody. 

“He’s making his own.  Ask him what he needs and add it to the list.”  Woody pulled out his wallet and tossed several pieces of paper currency on the table.

“What’s this?” Adam asked picking up one of the bills. 

“Talbot’s Peak currency.  Stores in town won’t take other currency.  Gotta go way out on the interstate for that.” Woody slumped in his chair.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

We learn more about our dragon shifters.  One cooks....can we oooh and ah?  I've had it on good promise that chapter one is almost done.  Chapter Two introduces Lilly to us.  I hear she is medium build, fiery red hair, and hazel eyes.   I'm beginning to see why Ned and Adam are attracted to her.

Fall is here.  Coolness is coming.  I had the heater on in the car twice this week as I drove to work.  Soon the colors will come and Gaia will put on her fancy dress before she sleeps.  Enjoy this time with your family and friends.  We are here at the Spice Homestead.  Keep a few good books handy to share with your Spice and loves.  I know I am!

Until Next Week,

Solara

A New Serial: Two Dragons for Lilly Chapter 1 Part 2

“Ned, you keep that up and Mayor Gill is going to complain.  His mate doesn’t like that we’re under their toddlers’ bedroom.  Turn the heat down on your horny imagination, okay?”  Adam reached for his mug of coffee.  Strong double espresso laced with raspberry chocolate syrup.  His sweet tooth ached every time he saw Lilly.   Ned brought home free samples from her shop thanks to the friendship he struck up with another soccer fan down at the boys and girls club in town.

“Yeah, I know.  I don’t plan on doing more than warming the wee ones overhead snug in their beds.” Smoke curled out of Ned’s nose.  “Taming the flame that lass set’s off is going to take more than all of Antarctica to cool down.”

Adam shook his head, trying hard to not spray coffee on the computer screen he looked at.  He gulped down the coffee he’d drank before Ned let loose one of his blasted puns.  “Look here,” Adam began, setting his mug down.  “Lust will melt your guitar picks if you aren’t careful.  You know we got a recording contract to fulfill too.”

Ned flipped him the bird and stuck out his forked tongue.  With an unintended lisp, he said, “Blowing raspberries ain’t easy with a forked tongue.”

Adam chortled.  “Ah, but think of the double pleasure we give our partner’s clitoris when we take a few pleasing licks.”

Ned slammed his fist down on the table rattling the coffee pot and other mugs sitting on the table.  Woody’s heavy footsteps sounded from down the hall.  He called out as he approached, “Ned you breaking tables and dishes again?”

Adam saluted Ned with his mug, and kept sipping, keeping his eyes on the computer screen in front of him.

Woody stuck his head into the kitchen.  “Well, Ned?”

“Ah come on bloke, you didn’t hear any china cracking or a spoon hitting the floor.”  Ned picked up the pages in front of him.  “Just trading inspirational ideas with Adam to get our song writing juices going again.”

“Fine.  Remember, this lair is our home, not some hole in the ground or dank musty wet cave.”   Woody started back down the hall, calling out again.  “And, mate shopping can wait until the CD is done.”

“Frack!” Ned cursed, flames shooting out of his mouth.  

Adam picked up the fire extinguisher near the table, pointed one end of the hose at him. “Antarctica is melting fast enough.  Calm your dragon down.”

Ned narrowed his eyes and laid both hands on the table as he leaned forward.  The glow in his eyes grew until only yellow remained visible.   He blinked, exhaled, and stuck out his tongue.  Three golden red medium sized charcoals landed on the table close to a heavy metal cover dish center of the table.

Adam reached over, picked up the tongs laying on the lay under the dish and handed them to Ned.  “Thanks for reminding me.  Take care of yours while I get mine under control.”

Adam closed his eyes.  He never liked displaying his off antics.  The group agreed that keeping tabs on each other worked better than having an outsider freaking out every time they separated their internal dragon from their essential core.  Ned would need to see his eye color change and the coals end up on the table.  Hazel colored eyes didn’t take well to the blast of heat and corralling of the energy that took place.  His human heritage came out from time to time and his eye color was one of them.

Adam opened his eyes, looked up until his gaze met Ned’s.  Ned nodded.  Adam leaned forward, laid both hands on the table and muttered an ancient Gaelic curse.  Heat rose from deep in his groin, pushing upwards until beads of sweat rolled off his brow.  He repeated the curse again,  tasting smoke, and the flash of heat rising up his throat.  Opening his mouth, he stuck out his tongue, four similar sized coals landed on the table.  Ned handed him the tongs.  The lid on the dish clattered shut shortly thereafter.  A red ring grew in size where the top of the bowl and the lid met.  Two of the band knew the words that unlocked the bowl’s magic.  Each knew half of the spell.  That way neither could grab the power the coals held from any of the others.  

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Happy Weekend Gang!

Ned and Adam are back and their story moves forward.  Dragons with dual essences, wow!  These guys are different for sure. This is going to be one interesting story it looks like.

Fall is definitely in the air.  Nights are cooler from time to time.  Some leaves are already changing color.  The heat strikes out with Summer not wanting to yield its time.  Who can blame it?  That cold blast lasting into March makes me want to start buying up longjohns now!

Remember to keep a few good books handy to share with loves and Spice.  I know I am!

Until Next Week,

Solara

AND THE BAND PLAYED ON

Gill looked out over the back of the house, looking for any subtle difference.  Anything he could notice.  There wasn’t once speck that caught his eye.  Not even Vernon’s or Miss Ellie’s.  Even the local hawk shifter from two blocks over could locate the one thing Woody said would be there.  Damn, the work ranked up there with extraordinary and out of this world.  Well, given that supernatural powers and human created it, that last part rang true.

“Woody,” Gill began moving to his left, closer to the dragon shifter who had taken up residence with his band in the in-suite apartment in the subbasement of the mansion.  “You’re right.  It can’t be seen.”

Woody laughed.  Smoke rolled out his nose, clouding the area between Gill and he.  “Acoustic music doesn’t reverb walls and travel like higher frequency amps would.  Look even we know when to take things to a lower level.” He turned to Gill grinning at his own pun.

“I’m glad we’re able to accommodate your lair with your needs.  Even the rest of your band found room to settle in.” Gill counted the pile of broken packing crates littering the yard. He lost count as a flash of flames came closer than he liked.

“Easy, Ned,” Woody cautioned.  “Too close quarters to let the flame rage like that.”

“Sorry bloke,” a strong British accented voice said.  Ned stood close to six-foot-seven.  His closely cropped red hair, goatee, mustache, and piercings created an image of badass biker from the UK.  Behind steaks sizzled on the barbecue.  A chef’s hat sat at an angle on top of Ned’s head.  

“No harm,” Gill offered, glancing over his shoulder hoping he didn’t smell more smoke or a singed smell.  Living above a group of dragon shifters was going to be very different.  Then there were the papers Woody presented to the state agent in triplicate plus the signed letter from the supernatural council and the world president of preternatural relations.  It basically said the hills belonged to Woody deeded down through centuries of old English law and current US law.  Wasn’t a damn thing the state could do about it. No fracking could take place unless Woody or his descendants approved it. Given his groups’ polygamous views and fertile reproductive systems, the chance of a warm spot freezing over for ice skating and Beelzebub selling his rights off was more probable. 

 

“Do you think we’ve got a period of peace and quiet finally happening again?”  Gill reached for his son as Chloe handed him to him.  

“Peace and quiet?”  Woody laughed.  No smoke rolled out of him this time. Heat blasted off in spurts as his eyes glowed.  “For a while.  Someone is waiting out there to try to reclaim what they think is theirs.”

Gill swallowed hard.  Had looking over their shoulder as a town become a way of life?

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HAPPY WEEKEND GANG!

Hope you like the new additions moving into town.  Sounds like digging in and drawing lines is happening.  What is going on at the state capital?  What integrations and plans are taking place there?

Middle of July already.  How is life and summer going for you?  Good, I hope.  The Spice Homestead is enjoying the warm weather.  We're getting together and sharing books, good times, and enjoying each other's company.  Remember to keep a good book or two handy to share with your loves and spice.  I know I am!

Until Next Week,

Solara