Mated To The Twin Dragon Princes : Dragon Menage Romance

By Cara Wade

"Never get caught between two princes," the queen said. "Especially twins."

So Nessa Kant is warned. However, she finds herself quickly falling for the sexy, confident Ra as well as the sweet but tortured Charlie. Meanwhile, the kingdom is in jeopardy–a Necromancer has made a pact with a demon, and they're coming. Charlie's visions all portend doom. It's up to the three of them to save the day.

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Standalone Romance Stories With No Cliffhanger!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cara Wade
• Release date: Feb 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386917465

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Mated To The Twin Dragon Princes

Chapter 1

Nessa walked down the long, blue, tiled hallway, her heels clicking as she went. She glanced out of the arched window beside her. It was a beautiful day outside—the perfectly manicured landscaping of the university’s lawns was breathtaking—obviously kept up using magic. There were perfectly sculpted box trees tucked in tiny rounded mounds beneath the windows of the buildings, and several large, ancient oak trees that shaded the lawns. The grass was verdant, neatly trimmed. Rose bushes were planted in the perfect places to add that little splash of lush crimson between the enormous stone buildings. It always made her feel like she was in a fairytale castle—the university seemed to be the stuff of myth, brought to life.

For a moment, she stood, watching students walking quickly, trying to make it in time to their classes. They were dressed casually in jeans and t-shirts, sneakers and flip flops. Oddly enough, they were the ones who seemed out of place. The people for whom this whole place was kept broke its atmosphere.

She ran a hand over her hair and cursed herself for doing so. She’d spent quite a while curling it earlier, even if it had been done using magic. She wasn’t usually one to get ruffled. She felt confident, but nervous—today was her first lecture on the basics of magic. She was one of the university’s top students, and soon, she would qualify for a professorship. It was long waited-for and well-deserved. All of her hard work, all of her years of hitting the books and practicing her skill—at last, she would have the so coveted position.

She tugged anxiously on the sleek, fitted pencil skirt of her suit. She wore a matching crimson blazer with a crisp, white oxford shirt. She wore a pair of black stiletto heels. Her hair was styled in blonde beachy waves that fell around her shoulders. She wore a light amount of makeup: liquid black eyeliner, mascara, a dusting of foundation and crimson lipstick. She had spent a long time getting dressed this morning. She had wanted to look professional, yet young and exciting. After all, she was only twenty-seven, and decades younger than her soon-to-be colleagues. Typically, it took ages for someone to qualify for a professorship. It took decades and decades of hard work and preparation. Nessa was a genius—it had all come early.

At the tender age of four, she had performed her first successful transfiguration. By the age of ten, she was pulling off complex spell work, things that her mother claimed had taken years to perfect. Her parents had always been proud of her—showing her off to their friends and coworkers. She had been the perfect party entertainment—she would dazzle those gathered with her most recent spell, whether it be glass butterflies, conjured out of the air, or real cotton-candy clouds. She had never failed to impress. She had been both skilled and creative. As soon as she had reached the college, she had continued to wow.

She paused outside of the door to the lecture hall. She could hear the students inside. They were all freshmen, just arrived at the university in order to begin their magical education. Nessa had arrived early—she had only been fifteen. It had been right after her parents had been killed in an accident. She remembered, for a moment, that first day there. She had sat, horribly nervous and terribly miserable, in her seat in the lecture hall. She had been dressed like any fifteen-year-old, in a t-shirt and sweatpants, trying to blend in with the older college-aged crowd. She looked and felt like a kid. She exhaled. She was a far cry from her fifteen-year-old self. She smiled, letting her confidence fill her.

She opened the door to the lecture hall, and as she entered, the room went silent. Her students all looked at her with interest. She looked at each one of them, smiling at them warmly.

Good morning, I am Nessa Kant, she said, walking up to the lectern at the front of the large, oak-paneled room. It was filled with desks from wall to wall, and it had a soft maroon carpet. Large, arched windows were set in the walls behind the students.

She looked around at each of her students in turn. Somewhere around thirty young faces gazed back at her eagerly. Her eyes fell on the man sitting in the front row, to the very left. Nessa frowned. He was clearly a decade older than the others. He grinned at her. She smiled back and nodded. Perhaps he’s an older student? She thought. She had been prepared to teach people younger than she was. She hadn’t expected older learners. He might even be older than I am. She hoped that he wouldn’t give her any trouble. Some people in the faculty were offended by her younger age. They teased her about being the same age as her students. She’d laughed it off, saying that she was at least a decade older than most of the freshmen. This, clearly, changed things. She’d never hear the end of it if any of them found out.

Today, I thought we’d begin by discussing the foundations of magic, she began, figuring that by jumping right in, she’d get right onto familiar territory. Cut the nerves in half with a sword blade. Magic is rooted in the four elements. Does anyone know the four elements? she glanced around. The older student raised his hand immediately.

Yes? Nessa asked, glancing over at him. He smiled at her. Damn. He was gorgeous. He had the chiseled good looks that Nessa was particularly attracted to. She tried to ignore it. He was her student for goodness’ sakes! His bright blue eyes shone. Ugh.

Fire, water, air, earth, he said. Although I believe you are missing one.

Oh? Nessa’ smile fell.

The spirit, he pointed out.

Spirit has long been debated, Nessa replied. It cannot be harnessed unless by a Necromancer. It is forbidden to manipulate spirit magic without proper training.

So then, it is, arguably, the fifth element, he