Eggsquisite: Glitter Dragons, #1

By Jinx Jax

Just when you think you've seen it all…

 

Heavy metal musician Keith Lane knows all about the hustle. After all, he's been chasing fame and fortune for almost a decade while working as a pool boy. When he stumbles upon six stunning and very naked men claiming to be dragon-shifters from another world, he's dubious until one changes right before his very eyes.

 

Captive to a cruel king, Nionn has longed for freedom and a mate. With the help of his brothers, they use magic to travel far from home and into the presence of one destined to help them. When Nionn senses Keith is his mate, he refuses to believe he deserves him, choosing instead to think he must be overcome by the perilous journey.

 

When the dragons enchant every human who sees them, it becomes clear they have remarkable star power. Keith vows to keep them safe from unscrupulous promoters and human groupies. Of course, he'll have to start by keeping his hands off Nionn, and that's going to be almost impossible when he feels an overwhelming urge to be with him.

 

With a scheme to help the dragons become celebrities, and a group of talented and dedicated humans determined to pull off the superstar launch of the century, will Keith and Nionn come together or will they find a way to resist the powerful allure of the mating call?

 

This paranormal M/M romance contains a purple dragon-shifter in need of some self-esteem, a head-banging human determined to do everything he can to protect his new-found friends, some sweet bandmates, a few kind relatives, and an awful lot of ass—mainly smartass, but there are moments of dumbass, jackass, and even some badass before a bedazzled happily ever after. 37,000 words or 148 pages.

 

Note: this story contains Mpreg elements, but does not contain Mpreg.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jinx Jax
• Release date: Feb 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798201378882

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About This Book

Just when you think you’ve seen it all...

Heavy metal musician Keith Lane knows all about the hustle. After all, he’s been chasing fame and fortune for almost a decade while working as a pool boy. When he stumbles upon six stunning and very naked men claiming to be dragon-shifters from another world, he’s dubious until one changes right before his very eyes.

Captive to a cruel king, Nionn has longed for freedom and a mate. With the help of his brothers, they use magic to travel far from home and into the presence of one destined to help them. When Nionn senses Keith is his mate, he refuses to believe he deserves him, choosing instead to think he must be overcome by the perilous journey.

When the dragons enchant every human who sees them, it becomes clear they have remarkable star power. Keith vows to keep them safe from unscrupulous promoters and human groupies. Of course, he’ll have to start by keeping his hands off Nionn, and that’s going to be almost impossible when he feels an overwhelming urge to be with him.

With a scheme to help the dragons become celebrities, and a group of talented and dedicated humans determined to pull off the superstar launch of the century, will Keith and Nionn come together, or will they find a way to resist the powerful allure of the mating call?

This paranormal M/M romance contains a purple dragon-shifter in need of some self-esteem, a head-banging human determined to do everything he can to protect his new-found friends, some sweet bandmates, a few kind relatives, and an awful lot of ass—mainly smartass, but there are moments of dumbass, jackass, and even some badass before a bedazzled happily ever after. 37,000 words or 148 pages.

Note: this story contains Mpreg elements, but does not contain Mpreg.

Chapter One

Keith Lane was never going to drink again. Ever. Of course, he made that vow almost every Monday and held to it until the next weekend. If he could just figure out a way to do the whole schmoozing thing without partaking of the danger juice, he’d be a happier, healthier, and probably more successful musician.

He sighed.

At least he’d finally quit vaping. He’d gotten sick of constantly having the munchies from the scent of fruit and candy clinging to him. What he really needed to do was get some discipline, and not the kind that came from a big man clad in leather and chrome. No, he needed a strict schedule, with regular slots for rehearsing and producer chasing—both without booze.

Until he found fame and fortune as a rock star, he’d have to keep working as a pool boy. He was twenty-five, hardly a boy, but pool man sounded weird. Not like he told anyone what he did. He let the handful of fans think he got his tan from surfing along the Southern California beaches instead of skimming the scum off elaborate pools in the Hollywood Hills.

Today, he had six pools to clean, a lot for the first of the week, but he’d thought having work to do on a Monday morning might encourage him to stay sober on Sunday. Nope. He’d met a guy from Screaming Records who thought the band had potential. Keith had quickly ordered a beer for the guy and himself. And then another. And then he’d lost track. And then he’d not gotten anything from the guy other than a promise to call.

Yeah, right. Keith had heard that one before.

So, even though his head pounded like a twelve-minute drum solo, he chugged water and opened the back gate for the Salazar house.

Six guys—wait, check that—six naked guys were lying around the backyard.

What the actual fuck?

Not today, Keith begged the universe. He couldn’t handle the leftovers from a weird sex party, not with his throbbing head and his grit-filled eyes. Why hadn’t the Salazars told him—shit. Keith ducked back toward the gate and pulled out his phone. No message from the Salazars. In fact, the last he’d heard from them, they’d said the whole family was going to be out of town for a month. Something about going to Belize or somewhere like that.

Keith peeked into the backyard again. So what were half a dozen naked dudes—naked dudes built like football players—doing in the Salazar’s backyard?

Nude squatters?

The two words together conjured up a series of unpleasant images that didn’t help his mood in the least. Keith rolled his eyes and then grabbed onto the fence before he fell over. A hangover and excessive eyeball gestures didn’t mix. He also decided he didn’t get paid enough to handle this shit.

Glaring at the nearest guy, he considered calling the cops, but that could strand him filling out paperwork when he just wanted to finish then go home and sleep. Briefly, he considered moving on to the next pool on the list, giving the guys some time to wake up and go home, but he always started at the top of the hill and coasted his car down to save on gas.

Fuck it. He was here to clean the pool and that was what he was going to do. Determined, strode across the yard like he owned the place. He got the gear out of the shed and got to work.

With a built-in cleaner, what Keith called the bottom feeder, he didn’t have a lot to clean off the sides. He scooped the leaves out, checked that all the equipment was working, did a quick analysis of the water, and pronounced things good.

Thinking he’d gotten away clean, he put the equipment away and tried to tiptoe over to the gate. Murphy’s law—that anything that could go wrong would—made him trip over one of the naked guys and sprawl out on the concrete. Pain roared up from his skinned knees and hands, competing for king of agony with the stabbing ache in his head. Right now, they were all winning.

Are you hurt?

Yeah, but lucky me, I enjoy pain. Half a second into making his rude quip, he realized one of the guys had woken up. He rolled over and found himself almost nose to nose with a man who did things to him without even touching him. Damn. Keith had met some gorgeous guys in the clubs, but this guy put all of them to shame. Weirdly, Keith couldn’t even put his finger on why. He had feathered blond hair, warm brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a firm yet kissable mouth. Nothing extraordinary there at all. But something made him pop. Something made Keith want to kiss him and then explore every inch of his fantastic form.

You enjoy pain? he asked, not exactly confused. More like he was trying to verify.

I was being a smartass.

The man’s gaze slipped down Keith’s body in the direction of his ass. He frowned. In short order, he returned his gaze to Keith’s face.

What are you and your buddies doing back here? Keith shook his head for asking. He should have just gotten to his feet and bounced.

This is where we landed.

From nearby? Keith had cleaned up after a neighborhood party once. Guests spilled over into one another’s yards and just went nuts from too much elevation enhancements. In one day, he’d cleaned more underwear and condoms out of the pools than he had in a year. Must have been one hell of a party.

After a long pause, he nodded, but he didn’t seem to be sure.

You still high? Keith asked.

Not anymore. He placed his hand flat against the ground. Now that we’ve landed.

Yeah. Okay. Keith had always called it crashing, but to each their own. It’s time for you to go home now.

Home? His eyes widened but then his brows lowered. He leaned back as if Keith might slug him.

Well, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. Keith gave him the same line that Geezy used to chase people out of the bar after last call.

We don’t have anywhere to go.

Why in the world did that break Keith’s heart? It wasn’t what the guy said so much as how he said it. Pain transformed his handsome features but couldn’t take away much of his beauty. For the life of him, Keith wanted to hold his hand and make all of his problems go away. Had to be the hangover. He knew what being a kind-hearted marshmallow would get him—taken advantage of.

Look, buddy, I don’t know what you’re doing here or what your deal is, and I really don’t care. I have a job to do. I don’t have time—

A job, he interrupted. That is what we need. Jobs.

And clothes, Keith offered flippantly.

He looked at Keith and then at himself. Clothes? He touched the edge of Keith’s shorts, rubbing the quick-dry fabric between strong fingers, making it rasp softly.

Yeah. As nicely built as you are, nudity is frowned upon. Keith grinned. Unless you’re working on a set in Van Nuys.

What is Van Nuys?

Seriously? Keith scoffed. I thought everyone in California knew that Van Nuys is the porn capitol of the world. Keith scooted over to the edge of the pool. How long have you lived here?

Since last night.

What, did they fly you in from somewhere? Keith rinsed his bloody hands, ignoring the stinging from of the heavily chlorinated water.

From Ibbippe.

Ib-hippy? Keith rinsed his knees, wincing.

Ibb-ip-ee, he pronounced slowly.

Where’s that? Keith turned to look at him just in time to see the man point upward. Well, yeah, duh. You took a plane from Ibbippe. But where is it? Like, Russia or something?

It’s out there, far past your central star.

Central star? The hangover made every thought fight through glue before it gained any traction. You mean the sun?

The sun. He nodded solemnly. I will remember that is what it is called here on Earth.

Uh... Keith glanced around, wary. What seemed a million years ago, his grandmother had told him how she’d loved watching Candid Camera, a show that played practical jokes on average citizens and filmed them for the entertainment of a TV audience. Keith’s father had liked Punk’d, which was the same idea but with celebrity victims. Keith didn’t care for reality programs at all. Real life wasn’t like that and anyone who thought otherwise was a moron. But given how strange the guy next to him was behaving, he figured there had to be a hidden camera around here somewhere.

What are you looking for? he asked, glancing around.

The camera.

Camera... he trailed off, brows lowering.

What’s your name? Keith decided to just play along until he could get a handle on the situation.

I am Nionn.

Like the gas? Keith spelled it out.

He shook his head and spelled his name.

Yeah, like your planet. Sounds like one thing but it’s spelled another way. Got it. Keith took