Eggstacy: Glitter Dragons, #3

By Jinx Jax

He'd been keeping a juicy secret for a long time…

 

Being an A-list action hero takes talent, dedication, and an ability to keep up appearances regardless of the truth. But after fifteen years of living a lie in Hollywood, Magnum Montgomery is ready to come out. He just needs to find the time and the place and hopefully the person who would make the shocking revelation worth losing his livelihood.

 

Embracing the wonders of his new world, Cinndar had found peace by using his plant magic to grow a lush garden. Making a feature-length film with his brothers is also a great distraction, but when he's caught in his human form by his handsome co-star, Cinndar realizes Magnum is his mate. Instead of telling him who he is, Cinndar pretends to be Magnum's personal assistant, unaware that Magnum's idea of assistance involves soul-stirring sex.

 

Once Magnum realizes his supposed rentboy is anything but, he tries to put on the brakes, but he can't. Something otherworldly compels him to not only keep the gorgeous man close, but actually pull him closer. When he discovers exactly who he is, and what he's gotten himself tangled up in, he thinks he's finally found the man worth coming out for. But what will he do when he discovers coming out as gay is nothing compared to coming out as an alien dragon-shifter from another world?

 

This fluffy paranormal M/M romance contains a crimson dragon-shifter with a kind heart and an inability to follow the rules, an action hero tired of the Hollywood grind, some mistaken identity frolics, and enough sweet romance to give a reader cavities! 40,000 words or 160 pages.

 

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jinx Jax
• Release date: Feb 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798201964740

Book preview

Chapter One

Glitter Dragons? Magnum Montgomery struggled not to roll his eyes. Since when does an action hero do kid shows?

It’s not for kids. It’s for families.

Okay. Since when does an action hero—

"Could you not be a smart ass for just ten minutes? Fletcher slapped Magnum’s hand away from the minibar in the back of the limo. And no drinking before an audition."

Audition? Magnum scoffed and reached for the minibar again, this time blocking his agent from pushing his hand away. Don’t they know who I am?

They do. Fletcher watched him closely, ready to grab the wrong choice out of his hand.

Well? Magnum considered the offerings and chose orange juice when he really wanted something stronger. But he wasn’t caving to Fletcher. Magnum just didn’t want to waste a good cheat drink on cheap booze. He’d rather wait and have a shot of Johnnie Walker Blue while soaking in his hot tub and reading an old E. M. Forster novel.

They’re looking for chemistry.

They should hire Bill Nye the Science Guy. Magnum cracked open the juice bottle. I hear that’s right up his alley.

Funny. Really, really funny. I think what I should do is contact them and tell them you aren’t interested in a multi-million dollar contract.

Magnum avoided doing a spit take by swallowing his mouthful of juice before sputtering, Multi-million?

As in twenty-two.

My lucky number.

What?

Nothing. Magnum considered while sipping. On the level?

On the level. The offer came from W. L. Christensen himself.

He’s the guy who got us the Vicious Kidd series? Most of Magnum’s fortune had been made off the gun-slinging playboy robbing his way through a futuristic western world.

"I got you the series." Fletcher puffed up like a pissed off cat.

I meant he’s the one who brought the deal to you. Magnum automatically stroked his agent’s ego.

He’s the one.

Magnum considered harder. Twenty-two million wasn’t chump change and W. L. Christensen had a knack for successful ventures.

Look. Fletcher leaned back, something he did when he wanted to give Magnum space to make the right decision. Also known as his agree-with-me-or-else-I’ll-winge-on-and-on tactic. You can’t be an action hero forever.

Tell that to Tom Cruise.

He’s an exception.

Tell that to—

My point is that nothing lasts forever, especially youth.

I just barely turned thirty. Instead of celebrating like any normal person, Magnum had spent the entire day alone, surrounded by almost incomprehensible luxury while mourning for all the things he didn’t have. He’d emerged depressed yet still afraid to admit that what he wanted more than anything in the world was something completely intangible. And he was tired of living a lie.

I know how old you are. Fletcher sighed and rubbed his hand over the rich leather of the seat. It’s good to have range. Show people that you’re more than a shoot ‘em up cowboy with an insatiable cock.

Magnum nodded.

Are you listening to me?

I am. Magnum met Fletcher’s angry-eyed gaze, shadowed by his furrowed forehead. I should do this because it will help me get a wider range of projects than just homoerotic male power fantasies.

They’re not—never mind. You’ve got the details wrong but the overall gist correct. Fletcher’s features smoothed when he smiled. The trick to lasting a lifetime in Hollywood is being more than just a one-trick pony.

Magnum still had his doubts but didn’t want to argue with Fletcher. Instead, he asked, What’s the storyline?

Oh, uh. Fletcher closed his eyes and tapped one hand against his battered blue jeans while stroking his untidy beard with the other. If Magnum were just meeting him for the first time, he’d think Fletcher was a drifter rather than a successful Hollywood agent. Something about a swashbuckling pirate who plans on selling the dragons but then realizes how wonderful they are and vows to protect them instead.

So it’s a dumbed down version of a homoerotic male power—

It’s a sweet feature-length film with the potential to put millions into your pocket.

And a couple of hundred thousands into yours.

It could also lead to far more lucrative job offers. Fletcher barked a breath of air then leaned forward, getting right up into Magnum’s personal space. Since when did movies where you bang every broad within a hundred-mile radius become homoerotic?

Have you watched any of the Vicious Kidd movies? Magnum had figured it out on set when the director took long and lingering close-ups of every square inch of his bronzed, oiled flesh. If that hadn’t clued him in, getting propositioned twice certainly had. The female characters are walking clichés. They exist solely to prove to the audience that Vicious is all man even when he spends most of his time with other guys who are all just as jacked up and waxed off as he is.

Fletcher’s brows rose.

Don’t believe me? Go watch one.

But the women—

They’re there and then gone.

That’s part of the fantasy.

That’s my point. They aren’t even real characters. They come in, assure everyone that Vicious Kidd is super-hetero and then leave so he can get right back to hanging out with his shirtless guy pals with the bulging jeans and extra-long guns.

I don’t know about that. Fletcher’s wrinkled brow shaded his eyes while he scooted back from Magnum, as if speaking the word homoerotic might somehow infect him with gay cooties. My point is... Fletcher shook his head. Goddammit. What the hell was my point?

Your point is that if the Vicious Kidd movies didn’t destroy my career, hanging around a bunch of fluffy dragons won’t either.

Right. Fletcher nodded hard enough to knock his sunglasses off the top of his head and onto the floor. Everyone loves them and, by extension, they’ll love you too. He yanked the glasses off the floor and slipped them onto the bridge of his nose. It’s going to be good all around.

Magnum didn’t argue.

In fact... Fletcher pushed his glasses to the top of his head and removed his phone from his pocket. Let’s do the audition now.

Magnum almost bellowed, in the back of the limo? But thought better of it. Doing an audition here would be perfect. It would show anyone watching that he wasn’t seriously interested in the part.

I don’t have a script.

I emailed it to you.

Magnum vaguely remembered getting an email from his agent with an attachment.

You told me you read it.

I did, Magnum lied. Just hang on a second. He scrolled through his emails. Here it is. He opened the PDF. Which part?

Just pick something that will show your range.

Hang on. Magnum wanted to find the lamest part, but Fletcher would never let him get away with that. Instead, he picked a part where the pirate captain had a change of heart. You ready?

Yeah. Fletcher turned the lights on in the back and then moved around to get the best shot. Go.

Using an over the top, cartoonish pirate voice, Magnum read the section of the script. When he finished, he closed his eyes, pausing for a long moment, before he uttered a quiet, There. Then lifted his head to peer into the lens of Fletcher’s camera. He’d always done the same for every audition and couldn’t stop now or Fletcher would know something was up.

Got it. Fletcher moved over next to Magnum and played the video back. Well?

It’s great. Magnum made sure to sound truly convinced when he thought he sounded stupid.

You don’t think it’s too much?

It’s supposed to be like that. You know, it’s a caricature of a bad guy. He’s supposed to be larger than life.

Okay. Fletcher moved back onto the opposite seat. I’ll send it over to William now.

Great. Thanks. Magnum kept his smile of glee to himself. No one in their right mind would hire him after that dreadful audition. Despite the good money and the potential for more by hooking up with the Glitter Dragons, Magnum wanted a break. He fished a bottle of water out of the fridge and leaned back, staring out the window as the city rolled by.

Rather than just emailing the vid cold, Fletcher contacted W. L. Christensen by voice first then sent him the file while they chatted.

Magnum tried to drown out the sounds of them talking. Why Fletcher always felt the need to put everyone on speakerphone, he’d never know. Right now, he wished he was home. His head hurt from smiling too much and his wrist hurt from signing memorabilia, but the meet and greet had been great for building up interest in the fifth Vicious Kidd movie. With two weeks to go before the world premiere, the studio was doing everything they could to get social media buzzing with excitement.

Oh, shit, Magnum muttered.

Fletcher glared at him. Sorry about that, William. Fletcher turned away as if to protect William from Magnum’s foul mouth. Yes, that’s what he thought. He’s intuitive that way.

Instead of concentrating on what Fletcher was saying to William, Magnum focused on the fact he had two weeks to get a date for the world premiere. If any of the female characters had stuck around for longer than five minutes of screen time, he could have asked one of them, but they didn’t, leaving him without an easy option.

No, no. I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. Fletcher gave Magnum a thumbs up.

Disappointed, Magnum turned away. He didn’t want this part. He didn’t want to go to another world premiere. What he wanted... Magnum sighed softly. He wanted something he’d never have, not if he stayed in Hollywood.

Absolutely. That’s perfect. Thank you so much, William. Fletcher disconnected the call. Well, that’s it! Fletcher opened the mini fridge and took out a small bottle of cheap whiskey.

What are you doing?

Celebrating.

I thought you said—

You already did the audition.

You mean you tricked me into this car just to—

I’m getting you home. The long way. Fletcher took a swig than passed the bottle to Magnum, who waved it off.

No, thanks.

I thought you wanted a drink.

I did. Now I don’t.

Oh, don’t be such a baby. Fletcher took another small bottle from the fridge. Have a drink.

No. Thank. You. Magnum pressed the intercom to the driver, asking him to take him home. When the driver paused, Magnum turned to Fletcher, eyebrows raised.

Yes, take him home. Under his breath, Fletcher muttered, Spoilsport. Fletcher finished his small bottle then had another. What’s with you lately?

"Nothing is with me. Magnum struggled not to make quote marks in the air. I just don’t like getting jerked around."

Well, neither do I.

What the fuck does that mean?

It means you’ve been working as little as possible lately.

A month ago, I wrapped up the sixth Vicious Kidd movie, not to mention that I just got back from a shoot in Death Valley two days ago.

For some freebie.

It was a PSA for prostate cancer. Magnum had done the shoot gratis because he believed men should get screened. You were fine with me doing one for testicular cancer.

Only because Ryan Reynolds did one first.

Magnum couldn’t figure out what his agent was getting at and didn’t try. If you have something to say, then say it. I don’t like it when you dance around a topic like I’m supposed to be able to read your semaphore flags.

Fine. Fletcher tore the cap off a little bottle of vodka. You used to be a junket whore.

For the first two or three movies, yeah, but it gets old. A press junket, or a film junket was the pre-release promotion of a film. Even thought this was the fifth Vicious Kidd movie, the studio still expected Magnum to do daytime and nighttime talk show interviews, web media, magazines, podcasts—anything with high traffic and visibility. They would also expect him to do the same when the sixth movie