The Dragon’s Brides - Shifter FFM Menage Romance

By Jessica Miller

Tobin James has a secret that makes life pretty tough for him. On the outside he is handsome, strong, and charming – everything a girl could want from a guy. On the inside, though, Tobin has a beast raging to emerge in more ways than one. Because of his constant struggle with his secret, Tobin has never called any one place home for very long. Will this all change after he answers an ad for a farmhand and meets Clara Gibson and her girlfriend, Estelle Creek? Both women find something lacking in their relationship and with Tobin around things only become more confusing and tense. All three must confront their deepest desires to fix the problems, but secrets, insecurities, and outright recklessness puts the happy home at risk. To make matters worse, there has been a rash of sheep being torn apart by wild animals keeping everyone on edge. Is there a way everyone can have their cake and eat it too? Or will Tobin's next journey to find a place to belong begin much sooner than he realized?

A Standalone Short Story with No Cliffhanger! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: American Shapeshifter Romance
• Release date: Nov 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386880592

Book preview

The Dragon’s Brides

CHAPTER 1

Her favorite part of the day was the bit just before she opens her eyes as she gently falls from slumber and back into wakefulness. It was then that Clara could appreciate the peaceful symphony that surrounded her day in and day out on the little farm she shared with her partner, Estelle.

The goats were bleating out in the barn, stirring and ready to begin their day lazily chewing grass in the pasture. Somewhere further away was the chirping of birds that melded nicely with the chimes being clanged by the easy summer breeze. A breeze that found its way through Clara’s open bedroom window to kiss at her exposed skin, enticing her out of bed to start her morning routine. Rolling over, Clara pulled her thick quilt up to her chin in protest.

Every morning Clara reached out to touch Estelle, wishing to know someone else was there to enjoy the early morning peace. Every morning, though, Clara found an empty space where her girlfriend had been the night before. Clara was not surprised of course. After five years living on the farm, the reach for Estelle had become muscle memory more than anything. Clara could remember a time very early on when Estelle would be there, though. How a still sleeping Estelle would respond to her touch by pulling Clara closer and giving her a reassuring squeeze.

As it was now, Clara was sure Estelle was already in her office on the phone with the east coast publishing office she did edits for. Their farm’s business, Gibson Creek Wares, had been so prosperous in the last two years that Estelle’s editing job was quickly becoming the hobby that earned extra money and took up way too much time.  People loved their goat’s milk soaps, fresh salsa preservatives, and hand spun wool among other organically produced, artistically made products in their extensive online store.

To her credit, Estelle had met the change with support and enthusiasm. She hadn’t missed a step in balancing her mounting list of things to do with Gibson Creek Wares and maintaining her editing work load. Clara wouldn’t mind if she missed a couple of steps if it meant she would be there to hold her in the mornings when everything was simple.

On her bed side table, Clara’s phone started to buzz indicating it was time to rise and greet the day. Under her bony, pale feet the hard wood floors were shockingly cool. A shiver ran up Clara’s spine and she opened the ancient wooden trunk at the foot of their bed to pull out a knitted blanket to wrap herself in. The instant rise in her body temperature combined with the gorgeous way the sun hit the small flower garden outside her bedroom window made Clara pause. She tried to have at least one moment like this every day. A small moment when she could celebrate being alive.

Inhaling deeply one more time, Clara imagined herself putting on her work cap for the day as she stepped towards the bedroom door.

TODD, I UNDERSTAND where you’re coming from, I do, Estelle had no idea where Todd was coming from, really. She figured Todd’s head was so far up his rear end that even he wasn’t sure whether he was coming or going. Why he offered a publishing deal to the Jack Kerouac wanna be who authored the manuscript in front of her was utterly baffling.

Red Horse isn’t that diverse in the books we’ve published, but wouldn’t you want that diversity to start with something at least readable?

"But, Estelle, American Steam isn’t meant