Onyx Dragons: Alexandrite
Onyx Dragons: Alexandrite
Fire x Ice Dragon Shifter Romance
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Synopsis
Synopsis
Dragon shifter Alex is beautiful.
But a lifetime of being targeted for his beauty has turned his heart into ice.
Only Nicole, the smart-talking human who wears her heart on her sleeve, can show him what it means to be normal. In a family of high achievers, she's a simple barista. Self-acceptance is kind of her jam.
Now ruthless dragons from Alex's past are threatening to invade Earth. They've set their sights on taking Alex, too.
But Nicole's not letting Alexâor her planetâgo without a fight.
This steamy, complete romance novel contains the power of true love, a dragon shifter who's found his family, and a truly addictive cup of coffee. These dragon invaders don't know what they're up against. The dragon empire is about to be rocked by a simple barista from Earth!
Look Inside
Look Inside
(Recording) Hi, guys, this is Nicole.
Iâm starting this YouTube channel because a month ago my family blew up, my house burned down, I lost my job, and I realized I have no friends.
I kind of spent so much time trying to hold everyone elseâs lives together that I forgot to focus on my own.
Ha ha.
Anyway, Iâm in therapy again, going twice a week, and itâs really helpful. Iâm subbing in the coffee shop I worked at in college, even though I donât know anybody anymore, not even the manager. Itâs just a temporary job, untilâŠ
(blows air)
I have to figure out what I want. And the problem is that I donât trust myself to know what I want, to even identify what I want, becauseâŠ
Well, because I donât trust myself.
Back when I had a family, I got told all the time that I was making things up, or feeling hurt for no reason, or my memory was wrong. So Iâm posting a video on the Internet where Iâm absolutely sure nobody will ever say hurtful things or call me wrong again. Ha ha ha.
(tucks lock of dark hair behind ear)
Yeah, I canât figure out what I want. I still have to figure out who I am.
Maybe Iâm not the only one?
Thatâs what I was thinkingâŠ
Oh, and the absolute last thing I want is to put myself in a position where Iâm told, âYouâre crazy, Nicole, that never happened.â Like, I would kill myself if I just had to swallow that toxic waste down again. So Iâm documenting my life 24/7, like the Nicole Truman show, minus the conspiracy and whatnot. So you can see Iâm not making it up.
Why would you think Iâm making anything up? âUNEMPLOYED GRAD TURNS BARISTAâ isnât exactly world news.
Well, yesterday, in the shop, I served a dragon. Alex.
Thatâs not the weird part. He comes in all the time since my brother Darcyâs wedding to his sister Amber a couple of weeks ago.
My brother has an exciting life. Ha ha.
Anyway, Alex asked me for a venti caramel macchiato with extra whip.
I told him to get real. This wasnât a Starbucks.
We laughed, because he does this every day. Weâre both dorks. Except heâs the good-looking one.
So then he asked me for my help.
And then it got really weird. (End of recording)
* * *
Nicole checked her first video post.
Twenty views. Zero comments.
She shouldered her messenger bag, patted the long-haired wiener dog dancing next to the door, handed him his daily Milk-Bone, and squeezed out of the neat town house where she was house-sitting. While she descended the stairs to the street, she replied to her sister Jackieâs text that had been sent a couple of hours ago from New York. My video career hasnât taken off yet. Donât bother to make graphics.
A second later, she received this reply. Influencers start at zero. Tara says the graphics are in your email.
Nicole rolled her eyes to disguise the very real warm feeling squeezing her heart. The only thing I influence is my bossâs internet speed.
Jackie replied with a laugh-crying emoji.
Nicole picked up the red scooter where it had been abandoned on the sidewalk, centered her phone camera over the barcode between the handlebars, and paid for the rental via the transit app. She hopped on and scooted down the city hill, across the Morrison Bridge, to the boutique shopping district around Hawthorne.
Portland at five in the morning on a weekday was quiet, and this was the only time that it smelled vaguely like the ocean, even though they were close enough to do Tillamook in a day trip. Mount Hood loomed in the east. The sky was just beginning to lighten when she stopped in front of the Fresh Beans coffee shop, ended her trip in the app, and stowed the scooter next to a throng of similarly abandoned rentals.
It was funny how she used to have to walk or take mass transit everywhere. Then, one day, the scooters popped up, and life was totally different.
Like how only two months ago, Nicoleâs siblings had all lived at home and worked the family lingerie business. In one single weekend, her parents split and left forever, their house burned down, the lingerie business was sold, her brother got married, and her sisters moved to opposite coasts.
Things changed in an instant.
Take how everyone always thought Earth was alone in the universe, and then one day five years ago, dragon aliens had landed, and life was totallyâŠ
Well, not different, exactly. The dragon shifters stuck to themselves. Only a couple of hundred lived on Earth, and so even though one dragon family had a clothing export office just over the river in Vancouver, she hadnât met a dragon face-to-face until her brother Darcyâs wedding to dragon-shifter Amber.
No, dragons hadnât affected her life that much at all.
Nicole fitted her key in the lock of the small shop just as the bling-bling of the bread delivery bicycle sounded. She waved and put her shoulder to the stuck bakery door. âHey, Pike.â
âMorning.â The massive, bearded mid-fifties man grabbed a big paper bag from the small trailer and followed her in. âHowâs the job search?â
âAwful.â
âSorry to hear that.â
âIt would be a lot easier if I knew what I wanted to do.â
Nicole navigated the dim café, set her messenger bag on the rarely used chair behind the glass counter, and tied on her apron. She lifted her black hair into a bun and flipped on the espresso machines.
âHey, Pike. Howâs going back to culinary school and starting your own business?â
âAt fifty? Awful.â He crouched beside her, snapped on gloves, and stocked trays of buttery croissants, cream-swirled doughnuts, crisp biscotti, and succulent sweet breads. âIf I didnât have sciatica, Iâd go back to truck driving.â
âThat bad, huh?â
âItâs not the baking.â He balanced a stack of delicate rose-honey macarons on a silver tray. âItâs the number of coffee placesâcarts, mostlyâthat donât want to pay me for the job. They say the product didnât sell. Great, whereâs the product? Oh, it disappeared. Uh-huh, then pay me. No, no, we didnât sell it, so we donât owe you.â He lifted a pecan turnover and addressed an imaginary foe. âYes, Melissa, you do owe me for the apple tarts you stuffed in your own mouth. If you donât like it, you donât get any more.â
âRight on.â
He sighed. âI wish. If I cut off everybody whoâs done this to me, Iâd never pay rent.â
Nicole washed and dried her hands. âPeople suck.â
âYou got that right.â
She set out her equipment, weighed her beans on the scale, tossed them in the grinder, and pulled her first shot.
A little too fast, and a tiny bit sour.
Maybe.
At home, sheâd drink it without complaining, but Fresh Beans was a professional coffee shop and customers paid artisanal prices for the delivery of artisanal coffee. She twisted the dial a micrometer and ran more beans through.
Not fine enough.
She ran the test a third time, and even before she tasted it, she could tell from the richness of the crema and the instinct of her experience that the third time was the charm. Nicole dipped in a fresh spoon for her tasteâperfectâand used the rest of the shot in a no-foam soy latte for Pike.
He accepted the to-go cup. âHey, youâre a pal. Take something.â
âI donât want to be a Melissa.â
âYouâre not, right? You share your product, I share my product.â
âI shared my bossâs product. Iâm not the owner.â
âNeitherâs Melissa.â
âReport her.â
âSheâs the ownerâs daughter.â
Nicole made the oof sound. âFamily businesses are a one-way ticket to lifetime therapy.â
âYou know it.â He nudged a chocolate-filled puff pastry in her direction. âNutella and dark chocolate. Baked fresh this morning.â
âOkay, you got me.â She squeezed the fluffy puff and took a bite. The first taste exploded sweet pleasure in her mouth. âThis is a keeper. Oh, wow. Itâs orgasmic.â
He chuckled. âIâm going to put that on my business cards.â
âDo it.â Her eyes about rolled back in her head. âEverything you make is so delicious. Iâm glad youâre not truck driving.â
âYouâre one of the good ones, Nicole.â Pike flattened his bag and headed out the door. His bike bling-blinged as he rode off to the next delivery, Portland-style. At least in August, there were a few days without rain.
She finished the puff, washed her hands again, and then ground the beans, started the drip, filled the condiment carafes, and stocked the silverware cases.
Her messenger bag vibrated. Inside, her brotherâs voice called out, muffled, âNicole? Nicole!â
She raced over and rummaged for the source. Her fingers closed over a vibrating triangle the size of an eraser. She pulled it out. âDarcy? Can you hear me?â
âYeah, it sounds like youâre in the room with me.â
âIt sounded like you were inside my messenger bag.â
âThat would be a trick.â Darcy laughed. At six feet, he had to duck through low doorways. âWant to see another trick? Put the eraser thing on the counter and press the button on top.â
She did as he said. A virtual blank screen projected above it, just below the coffeehouse painting that declared, âWith enough coffee, I could rule the world!â Darcyâs cheerful, familiar face glittered in the center and then solidified as if it were a real screen.
âVery Star Wars.â She passed her fingers through, and the screen disappeared. âOops, I killed you.â
âPress the button again.â
She did, and the screen returned. âCool.â
âDid you get the sticky necklace it snaps into? When you turn it into record-only mode, Amber thought you could wear it more easily than your phone when youâre moving. And the recordings can be converted to a human movie file, but Amber says thatâs a lot harder to edit.â
Nicole checked on the drip coffee. âItâs great to have a big brother with amazing dragon technology.â
âYou want to hear the craziest thing?â He scratched behind his ear. âThey put in that universal language implant the moment I left Earth, right? It turns out someone exported Latin American telenovelas, and so Iâve been catching up on a whole genre of TV I never thought Iâd see, much less enjoy.â
âYouâre enjoying it?â
âItâs no Bollywood, but itâs pretty good, actually. Keeps my mind off the fact we canât leave.â
Right. She made casual conversation while she finished the daily setup for the cafĂ©. âStill stuck on Amberâs alien estate?â
âUntil a new dragon Empress is declared. Apparently, they decide by a bare-knuckle battle royale. Three heirs have already died.â
âAy, caramba.â
He stared at her.
She didnât mean to be flippant, but the succession problems of the Dragon Empire happening forever far away from Earth had as much to do with her life as the mating dance of caterpillars in Zimbabwe.
If Darcy and Amber hadnât happened to honeymoon at Amberâs momâs home on the Outer Rim, like, a week before the old Empress had entered her death sleepâwhatever that meantâand gotten stuck there when everything shut down, it would be no more than a sentence during the nightly newsâwhich Nicole never watched.
âYou guys are going to be okay?â Nicole queried in his continued silence. âYouâre not in any trouble, right?â
âTrouble? Oh, no. Mother Onyx isâŠâ He shook his head. âSheâs, uh, something else. And Amberâs no slouch in the dragon intimidation department. Plus, weâre just a medium-sized estate on what was formerly the hinterlands of the Empire.â
âIf youâre in the hinterlands, what does that make Earth?â
âSiberia,â he replied. âOuter Mongolia. Second star to the right and straight on till morning.â
She laughed.
âThatâs why Earth got left alone for so long. Nobody wants to live in the Outer Rim, much less beyond it. The only dragons fighting over this estate are politicians doing it for a line on a piece of paper somewhere that says they increased their family holdings by x number of properties. So donât worry, okay?â
âSure. You got quiet, and you donât do conflict, soâŠâ
âOh. Yeah, itâs these implants. I think you didnât say this, but I heard you say, âWow.â And it was even in your own tone of voice.â
âHa ha, youâre right. I said Bart Simpsonâs favorite Spanish phrase.â
âAy, caramba!â The râs rolled off Darcyâs tongue in a natural way, as if heâd just completed an immersion program. âWhatâs amazing is that I can produce Spanish when Iâm talking to someone else. Or Portuguese. Or dragon.â
âDragon? Whatâs that sound like?â
âI donât know, because it just comes out. Itâs spooky.â
âThat would be so handy. You could travel the world, speak any language, and communicate with anyone.â
âYou should get one and become a translator.â
âIf I got one, then job security is out the window because dragon technology is getting shared down to us lesser mortals, aka humans.â
He blinked and then frowned. âUh, donât tell anyone about the projector, okay?â
âNo problem.â She smirked as she pulled chairs down and slid them under the round tables of the cafĂ©. âWho would I tell?â
Her brotherâs worried brows pulled down.
Aw. Her heart warmed. Darcy worried about her. That was the real reason he was calling. âI should let you get back to your honeymoon.â
âAmberâs on patrol. Hey, Nicole, Iâve got to ask youââ
âHello?â The front door handle rattled and the door pushed in, and a backpack-lugging student poked her head through. âHey, are you open?â
Nicole planted her black combat boots and pointed at the wall clock shaped like a cat. âWe open in fifteen.â
âThe doorâs open.â The student shoved the rest of the way in and beelined for the register. âI want a regular nonfat mocha with extra whip.â
âThen youâll have to come back in fifteen minutes.â Nicole walked to the door and barricaded it from the three people converging on her.
âBut Iâm already inside.â
âWhich means I canât finish until youâre outside.â
The student stared at her.
Nicole stared back.
Her heart used to thump. Conflict used to make her sweat. She used to um and aw and hiccup if she had to contradict someone, and the stress was so much, she cried every night.
But that was old Nicole.
Before several years of therapy, several kick-butt therapists, and, well, before everything burned out.
She was new Nicole.
And it had been a long time since sheâd stuttered when she had to deal with strangers or customers.
The student sensed that argument was futile. She rolled her eyes, exhaled with gusto, and stomped out the door. âIâm never coming back here!â She slammed the door behind her. The bell crashed against the door hard enough to make a dangerous crack.
Nicole checked for damage.
Darcy gave his usual nervous laugh. âMaking friends, huh, Nicole?â
âYouâve got to set boundaries, or people will walk all over you.â She turned the dead bolt, something sheâd meant to do after Pike left to avoid exactly this scenario. âThe first time you serve somebody fifteen minutes early, thereâs suddenly a line out the door, you get behind before youâre even open, and the original person leaves a nasty review because theyâre an entitled jerk who will never be satisfied.â
âMakes sense. I, uh, better let you finish getting ready.â
âIâm ready.â She sat behind the counter, propped her feet on the stool, and poured herself a small, relaxing cup of drip coffee. âBut you can go.â
He glanced at his watch and yawned again. âAre you sure? Oh, hey, how was your first video?â
âAbout as successful as the rest my life right now.â
He smiled hopefully. âYouâve always followed your truth, Nicole, which means that this is the start of a great new era.â
Happiness at her brotherâs goofy, sweet, always-look-on-the-good-side optimism warred with embarrassment, and embarrassment won. âUh, at twenty views, I wouldnât say itâs started, exactly.â
âSometimes, it takes a little time for the rest of us to catch up.â His smile faded, and worry wrinkled his eyes. âI meant to tell you before, butâŠMom woke up a couple days ago.â
The coffee soured in her stomach.
He kept talking. âSometime, if youâre up to it, if you want to talk withââ
âOh, itâs opening time.â Nicole jumped off the chair and hovered her finger over the button. âGot to go.â
Darcy waved cheerfully. âHave a great day! Talk to you tomorrow.â
âRight, bye!â She ended their two-way broadcast, clicked the dial next to it to set the mode to passive recording, and stuck it to the wall behind her to record her in the cafĂ©. She checked that her âSmile! This CafĂ© Is On YouTube!â sign was still taped to the cash register and the second sign was posted in the window.
The student who was never coming back here was first in line outside.
Nicole turned the dead bolt and stepped to the side for the crowd to hustle past her to the counter. The line looked around for someone to help them get their coffee fix. Nicole ambled at a safe paceâshe wasnât sprinting unless someone was in dangerâand then logged in to the register.
âUm, can I order?â the student demanded.
Nicole did not comment on the short length of never and made her what ended up being a completely different drink from her first order. As Nicole had expected, the student didnât tip.
She got into the rhythm of the morning.
Fresh Beans was located in a heavy student area, so most of their sales were simple lattes and such until midmorning, when the freelancers and entrepreneurs set up their remote offices. They liked fine coffee and long conversation, and she didnât mind. Baristas were like bartenders, except that they worked mornings before people had their coffee, and they didnât get paid as well.
At the one oâclock lull, her relief arrived.
And so did he.
Alexandrite Onyx.
She knew before she saw him. A ripple of shock and a heightened murmur electrified the café. So, even though she was bent over getting a half-soy, half-nonfat, extra-hot mocha with two ice cubes, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and everything tightened.
Nicole stood, oriented on the pickup counter, and tried to hand it off. âYour drink.â
âHmm?â The woman, a shaved-head new punk with colorful tattoos, shredded jeans, and callouses from playing bass, couldnât tear her eyes away from Alex waiting at the order counter. âSorry, what?â
âYour iced, hot-soy, nonfat mocha is ready.â
âOh! Thanks, hon.â The bassist, who was younger than Nicole but spoke with a from-somewhere-in-the-South twang, collected her in-house mug. âI was struck by an apparition. Is he, by any chanceâŠ?â
âA dragon? Yes.â
âOh.â Her lips pursued, and she studied him again. âI was going to say Justin Bieber.â
Huh.
Then Nicole did the fateful turn and braced herself.
But nothing really prepared her for the breathtaking first sight.
The dragons were beautiful, all of them, in a zero-fat, I-could-be-a-male-model-or-an-Olympic-athlete-or-both way, but Alex took it a level up. His jaw was chiseled from stone, his cheeks were hollow, and his bones were sharp enough to cut glass. Designer shades hid his eyes. He was dressed in a tailored gray suit that must cost more than their entire café, polished black loafers, and his blond hair fell perfectly from the straight three-quarter part. Small lavender cuff links glinted at his wrists.
He had a way of looking at people like he could see secrets under their skin, and had a coldness in his smile that extended to his heart too.
Hot, manipulative, and emotionally unavailable? The trifecta. Of course he made Nicoleâs insides quiver.
Even standing still with one hand splayed casually on the counter, he commanded attention. âNicole. I need you.â
The gorgeous softness of his voice, like velvet and chocolate, caressed her ears and made the customers listening in swoon.
She swallowed. âHa ha. I told you at Darcyâs wedding that lines donât work on me.â
Until Alex, anyway.
âToo bad.â Alexâs lips tugged into a heart-stopping smile. âThink of the fun we could have.â
âIâm thinking. Iâm thinkingâŠâ
âBut right now, I need youâŠto take your money back from this.â
This meaning the guy next to Alex, hunching his shoulders and on tiptoes because Alexâs other hand clenched his throat.
Dragon shifter Alex is beautiful, but a lifetime of being targeted for his beauty has turned his heart into ice. Now he can't stop his cravings for sassy barista Nicole. Her adorable hot takes--and her sweet curves--threaten to light the icy male on fire...
Read if you like:
- Dragon Shifter Aliens
- Damaged Heroes
- Virgin H/h
- Sassy Baristas
- Alien Abductions
- She Saves Him
- Heat Level: 3 out of 5
"Loved it. This book has great characters, lots of action with adventurers, secrets to uncover and of course, love and love scenes. Once I got reading this book I didn't want to put it down." âââââ -- Reader
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