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A Dragonlings' Magical Christmas

A Dragonlings’ Magical Christmas:

Dragonlings of Valdier Book 1.3

 

 

By S. E. Smith

 

 

Acknowledgments

I would like to thank my husband Steve for believing in me and being proud enough of me to give me the courage to follow my dream. I would also like to give a special thank you to my sister and best friend, Linda, who not only encouraged me to write, but who also read the manuscript. Also to my other friends who believe in me: Julie, Jackie, Lisa, Sally, Elizabeth (Beth) and Narelle. The girls that keep me going!

—S. E. Smith

 

 

 

 

Science Fiction Romance

A Dragonlings’ Magical Christmas: Dragonlings of Valdier Book 1.3

Copyright © 2015 by S. E. Smith

First E-Book Published July 2015

Cover Design by Melody Simmons

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission from the author.

 

All characters, places, and events in this book are fictitious or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations are strictly coincidental.

 

ISBN: 978-1-942562-35-1

 

 

Synopsis

When Ariel mentions another human holiday, the women get excited. They aren’t the only ones, though. The Dragon Lords and their friends, Vox, and Ha'ven, decide they want to be part of the planning this time. Things get a little out of hand when the men begin competing with each other to create the best Christmas ever for the Dragonlings, Roam, and Alice. Filled with tales of St. Nick, Rudolph, Frosty, and the newest tale of the Old Dragon of the Mountain, they are determined to light up the palace like never before and turn it into the new North Pole.

Just when the women think they have everything under control, panic ignites when the Dragonlings, Roam, and Alice suddenly disappear just days before Christmas. What no one expects is for the children to take it upon themselves to go in search of the legendary dragon who has threatened to steal the Magic of Christmas.

Now, their parents are in a race to find the Dragonlings before they lose them forever. Will they be able to find them and celebrate the magic of the season or will the Dragon of the Mountain keep them hidden forever?

 

Author’s Note:

For those who have not read the Dragon Lords of Valdier, here is a little background.

The Valdier are dragon shifters who have a golden symbiot, yes, symbiot, just the way I want them to be called as they are characters in themselves. The Valdier consist of three parts: the dragon, the man/woman, and their symbiot companion. They are friends with the Curizan (a species able to harness the energy around them) and the Sarafin Warriors (a cat shifting species). The following is a character relationship for those new to the series:

Zoran Reykill, Leader of the Valdier
mated to
Abby Tanner: one son: Zohar

Mandra Reykill
mated to
Ariel Hamm: one son: Jabir

Kelan Reykill
mated to
Trisha Grove: one son: Bálint

Trelon Reykill
mated to
Cara Truman: twin daughters: Amber and Jade

Creon Reykill
mated to
Carmen Walker: twin daughters: Spring and Phoenix

Paul Grove
true mate
to Morian Reykill

Cree and Calo Aryeh (Twin Dragons)
true mate
to Melina Franklin:
one
daughter: Hope.

Vox d’Rojah: King of the Sarafin Warriors
mated to
Riley St. Claire:
one
son: Roam.

Viper d'Rojah
mated to
Tina St. Claire

Asim
mated to
Pearl St. Claire

Ha’ven Ha’darra, Prince of the Curizan
mated to
Emma Watson:
one
daughter: Alice.

Aikaterina: Unknown species; accepted as a Goddess to the Valdier, she is the oldest and most powerful of her kind.

Arilla and Arosa: Unknown species, still young for their kind, they are twins and
thought to be
Goddesses.

Chapter 1

“Oh, goodness gracious! The guys are still at it. I wonder which one it was this time that shorted out the power,” Ariel groaned as the lights flickered and went out again, leaving herself and Carmen in the dark. “You’d think they would learn to work together after they almost caught the palace on fire the first time. I don’t know why they don’t just ask Cara for some help.”

Carmen’s soft laughter echoed through the room as she turned on several small, self-contained lanterns that Cara had dropped off earlier in the day. This was the fifth day in a row of that the power kept going on and off thanks to the guys. Carmen turned when she caught a slight movement out of the corner of her eye, near the table filled with fresh baked cookies that she and Ariel had just finished making.

“They are having too much fun competing against each other to see who can create the best light show. Phoenix, don’t you dare,” Carmen warned. “You are supposed to be in bed.”

Phoenix’s warm, brown eyes turned to look at her mother. It had taken a little while for Carmen and Creon to realize that Phoenix’s eyes changed with her moods. Right now, they gazed back at her with a twinkle of mischief as she froze, caught in the act of pinching some of the delicious treats. Her body was stretched with her tiny claws gripping the edge of the table while the rest of her balanced on the chair. Spring was right below her with her mouth wide open, waiting to catch a cookie.

“Spring, you are supposed to be in bed as well, young lady," Carmen said sternly, ruining the reprimand by smiling.

Shifting, Spring gazed up at her mother with eyes the color of liquid gold. "Cookie!" Spring begged. "Hungie... Cookie, peese."

"You look so much like your father when you do that," Carmen complained with a soft laugh.

"Jabir does the same thing to me," Ariel commented, glancing at where Jabir lay sleeping in the crib that she and Mandra's symbiot, Precious, had morphed into.

Carmen chuckled again and bent to pick Spring up. "Just one, then it is off to bed. We have to save some for Daddy."

"I think we are going to have to make some more," Ariel pointed out, rising from the couch. "Phoenix has done a pretty good job of cleaning the plate."

Carmen turned and glanced down at Phoenix. A low groan escaped her when she saw that her youngest daughter was licking an empty dish. She would be lucky if she didn't have a tummy ache during the night.

"Oh, Phoenix," Carmen said with a sigh. "I hope you don't get sick."

"I’s not get sick, mommy," Phoenix giggled, holding her hands up to Ariel. "Milk."

"Milk! I’s want milk, too," Spring demanded, bouncing on Carmen's hip. "Milk."

"Shush," Carmen murmured against Spring's ear. "You have to be quiet, baby. Jabir is sleeping."

"Milk," Spring insisted in a lower voice. "And’s cookie."

"You might as well, Carmen," Ariel advised as she glanced up at the flickering lights. "I have a feeling the light show is going to go on for a little while longer and the girls are too.”

*.*.*

“I thought you were supposed to know how all the power grids ran through the palace,” Mandra complained as he turned to glare at Trelon.

“I do,” Trelon snapped, running his hand through his hair in aggravation. “This time it wasn’t me that overloaded it.”

“No,” Zoran growled in frustration as he stepped out of the dark passageway. “It was Vox and Ha’ven. I could hear them both cursing, and I swear I smelled burnt cat hair. Whatever it was, it stunk up the electrical room so bad that Ha’ven came out holding his nose and coughing. I think you’re going to have to rewire the circuit panel again, Trelon.”

“Dragon’s Balls!” Trelon groaned. “That is the third time this week.”

“Yeah, well, it’s worse than you thought, Zoran,” Creon warned as he and Kelan stepped into the open covered walkway near the central garden. “Vox set off the fire retardant system in the East wing electrical closet.”

Kelan absently wiped at several black smudge marks on his arm. “You might need to take a look at the electrical closet on the second floor of the North wing, as well,” he informed Trelon with a wry grin. “Creon and I might have had a tiny accident in that one, too.”

Trelon’s groan sounded louder, echoing through the night air. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the amused, feminine laughter hadn’t answered it. All the men blanched when Cara’s voice rang down from the balcony above where they were standing.

“You needed to add another grid with the number of lights you have,” she hollered from above. “You can’t put an additional million plus lights on the primary circuit with everything else.”

“There are not a million lights!” Trelon yelled back.

“Uh, Trelon,” Kelan interrupted with a grimace, looking at Creon before turning his gaze back to his brother with a slightly crooked grin. “We might have added a few more since this afternoon.”

“True, but Vox and Ha’ven added more than we did,” Creon hastily interjected when he saw Trelon’s mouth tighten before the corners drooped.

All the men turned when the sound of footsteps, and the scent of burnt hair, reached them. Trelon grimaced and wrinkled his nose. His eyes ran over the spikes of black hair standing up on the huge Sarafin’s head. He couldn’t see if the tips were singed or not, but from the scowl on Vox’s face and the scent clinging to him, Trelon was pretty sure that they were.

“What did you do this time?” Trelon asked in a tired voice.

*.*.*

Vox glared at Ha’ven, who shrugged his shoulders and stepped a touch further away from him. Why did everyone always think it was his fault when something went wrong? Just because he was the one holding the wires when the electrical panel caught on fire didn’t mean he was the one who had shorted it out.

“Don’t blame me,” Vox retorted, jerking his head toward Ha’ven. “Mr. I-can-give-it-a-boost here is the one to blame. I want a new partner! He almost blew me up.”

“Vox, is that you I’m smelling?” Riley called down. “I have to tell you, sweetheart, burnt cat hair stinks!”

“I know, Riley! It isn’t like it is the first time I’ve almost been blown up, woman,” Vox growled up at her. “Ha’ven almost roasted my balls.”

“TMI, as Ariel would say, Vox,” Mandra chuckled. “Roasted cat nuts isn’t the visual picture I want stuck in my head for the rest of the night.”

“Toasted kitty nuggets,” Creon laughed.

“Baked cat balls,” Zoran chuckled, glancing up at Vox’s hair with a raised eyebrow. “Is that smoke coming from your hair?”

“It does look like his hair might still be smoldering,” Kelan teased.

Kelan released a curse when a flash of white fur suddenly landed next to him. Glancing upward to the second story balcony, he stared into Trisha’s worried eyes. His eyes softened before he followed her gaze to where Riley now stood on the soft grass, staring anxiously at Vox.

Vox turned just as Riley leapt over the small flowerbed lining the walkway. His arms rose as the beautiful white tiger shifted and fell into his arms. A low purr escaped him when her hands frantically touched his slightly singed hair.

“Riley, I’m okay,” Vox promised, lifting his hands to grab hers. “It was just a small fire.”

“You big lummox,” Riley retorted in a husky voice. “What about your…?”

The sounds of husky male laughter echoed as Vox silenced her other concern. It was several long minutes before Vox released Riley’s lips. When he did, it was to scowl down at her in disapproval.

“Wait a minute. Did you just jump from the second story balcony?” He demanded.

“They said you were on fire,” Riley snapped back. “You smell like you’ve been lit with a torch? What the hell were you doing?”

"It wasn’t me,” Vox retorted, turning to briefly glare at Ha’ven again. “It was Ha’ven. I just held the wires, he was the one doing the glowing thing to them.”

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