The Dragon Claims His Treasure
(Starcrossed Dating Agency #2)
By Georgette St. Clair
Kindle Edition, 151 pages
Published March 7th 2017
Also on Kindle Unlimited
“Stand
up for yourself,” Rosamund’s best friend Talia said.
“Don’t let anyone push you
around,” Talia said.
Why didn’t she warn Rosamund that this didn’t apply to sexy,
terrifying Kodran
Sky-Reign, leader of a clan of alien dragon
shifters? Unfortunately, when
Rosamund mouthed off to
Kodran, he apparently took it as a marriage proposal.
Next thing she knows, Rosamund’s being whisked away to
Kodran’s home planet,
with a fleet of wolf shifters in hot
pursuit. And Kodran, determined to show
Rosamund that he
burns only for her, is blowing Rosamund’s mind with his
out-
of-this-world lovemaking techniques. But Kodran is hiding
some deep, dark
secrets, and worse, he may be on the
wrong side of the brewing cyborg war.
Rosamund has to
decide where her loyalties lie, before this star-crossed
romance goes supernova.
Oh My God what a book! I have to say I love
every book I have
read by Georgette St. Clair. They’re so well thought out and
the
story just flows. The book is so well written. I don't know how she
comes
up with them.
This is the second book in the dating
agency series. And oh my
god it was so much fun if you read book one with
Mar-ee you or
going to love her child Dot-R. Oh how I loved her sass, I cannot
believe
they built her with a sass module. Then
there are
Rosemond and the big burly Dragon Kodran. When she is sent to
fire
him, she never knew what an adventure she would be setting
out on. And man what
fun it was. Rosemond loved dragons and
actually where dragon earrings. So she
sets of to fire Kordan as
a client, but thanks to a defective translation
device she ends up
purposing to Kordan. And of course he accepts and takes her
to his
ship and Dot-R too. I so loved the snarky teen robot she was a hoot.
Now
before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope
you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this
book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like
it when you do; they value your opinions too.
Rosamund
gasped and took a step back.
“Did I
scare you?” the robot asked eagerly.
The
robot had been more startling than scary, but it seemed important to her, so
Rosamund nodded. “Yep. I was terrified,” she assured her.
“I
knew it!” the robot said happily. “I am not too young to be out on my own!
Hello. My name is Dot-R. Talia sent me to Agora to tell you that you should
not, as she put it, wuss out.”
Rosamund
looked at her more closely.
“I
know where I recognize you from. You look like Mar-ee,” she said. “And no, I am
not going to wuss out.”
Mar-ee
was Talia’s robot best friend. She was so human-like, she’d even formed a
romance with a robot named Far-ex.
Dot-R
rolled her eyes in a gesture recognizable to anyone who’d ever had to deal with
a teenager, anywhere in the universe. “Mar-ee is my maternal unit. She and
Far-ex built me. I’m nothing like them, though. I am far lower in temperature.”
“Lower
in temperature? Oh, you mean cooler.” Rosamund laughed. “Dot-R, like daughter –
I like it. And Talia sent you? Wow, she’s really going all out.”
Dot-R
shrugged. “Actually, she is just really convinced that you will not go enflame
the person that you are supposed to enflame.”
“Fire
him?” Rosamund was the one who got enflamedevery time she ran into
the big, handsome dragon.
“That
is what I just said, yes.”
Rosamund
scowled at her. “Shows what she knows. I will so.” Great, now she
sounded like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
She
tapped her wrist communicator.
“Call
Darfan,” she said.
His
haughty, disapproving voice crackled over the communicator a moment later.
“Hello, Rosamund. You are five minutes late. Have you fired Kodran yet?”
She
grimaced. She knew that Darfan was a distant cousin of Lukan’s, and Lukan had
hired him out of family obligation. She personally couldn’t stand Darfan. Where
Lukan was strong and commanding, Darfan just came off as bossy and abrasive.
“No, I
don’t even know where to find him. And why do you want me to do it in person?
Wouldn’t it be easier if I just called him from the office, or sent him a
holo-message?”
“He is
not answering any of our calls,” Darfan said. “He is expected to show up at the
mixer tonight, but we would prefer it if you could find him now and terminate
our business relationship before that. The Lord High Commander of the Draell
wants to speak to him as well. Kodran has been refusing his calls. When you
fire Kodran, you will also tell him to call Lord Sekari. I have just received
word that Kodran is downtown in the marketplace.”
Rosamund
sighed. Why did she have to be caught up in interstellar politics?
“The
marketplace is huge,” she said. “It’s most of the city. Anywhere in particular
that I should start looking?”
“Downtown.”
Darfan’s voice had an edge to it now. “As I just said.”
Dot-R
raised a metal eyebrow. “This person is a buttocks rectum,” she said.
“What
did you call me?” Darfan’s voice rose in outrage. Rosamund stifled a groan and
slapped at Dot-R, who quietly snickered behind her hand.
“Nothing!
That wasn’t me! It was just somebody walking by!”
Rosamund
stifled a surge of exasperation. She needed to make this work, at least until
Talia had her babies. She didn’t want to stress Talia out or burden her with
work problems right now.
“Anyway,
downtown doesn’t narrow it down much,” she continued. “It’s like a hundred
square city blocks.”
“He’s
seven feet tall and he travels with a retinue. He can’t be that hard to find,”
Darfan said, in tones that dripped with disdain. “You’ve got the company credit
chip in your bracelet – go to the marketplace and do some shopping until you
spot him. The credit line is wide open.”
“Jeez,
you should have led with that.”
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