Nikki's Dragon (eBook) - A Dragon Dance Short Story Collection

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165 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 02/12/2016
  • ISBN: 978-1-943528-58-5
  • Model: 31467 words

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Heat Rating: 3 Flames

 

The story of Bells and Nikki continues in three short stories.

At the end of Apocalypse Dance, Nikki has become Queen and taken Bells as her husband and Prince Consort in the as yet unnamed area of the former United States that Nikki's supporters have claimed for her. These three stories continue the saga of Nikki, Bells, and their friends as the world, which ended with the Collapse, begins to slowly rebuild.

CONTAINS the works Merry Christmas Mister Dragon and Gift Wrapped Dragon--Xmas and Valentines stories

CONTENT ADVISORY: This is a significantly re-edited and expanded re-release.

 

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Nikki held the arms of the chair, eased her bottom into the seat and leaned into the softness. Her belly looked as if she'd swallowed a middle-sized watermelon. Worse, she'd begun to feel as if she'd swallowed a holiday turkey, stuffing and all.

I miss grocery stores. Watermelons in December. Your pick of holiday turkeys. Pies you don't have to bake yourself. Canned goods that aren't made by your neighbors. She sighed. All I think about anymore is food.

Well, food and when Bells is going to come home.

She closed her eyes and tried to relax. She'd been working hard at being a good Queen and Chief of Staff at the Fort Colby Hospital, but with the baby due in six to ten weeks she'd had to slow down and delegate some of her duties.

A glance out the window showed the snow falling gently toward the ground. It had been snowing since right around eight in the morning and she could hear the road crews outside doing their best to keep the main streets of Fort Colby clear. Without the old infrastructure of the pre-Collapse times, the job kept getting harder. Fuel was in short supply, and loads of salt and sand to use on the roads were luxuries of the past.

One of these days we're going to figure out where to get that stuff and then we can figure out how to buy it, and with what.

Even the business of conducting business remained in a shaky state, despite the downfall of Roderik and his warmongering generals.

She wondered when Bells would get back from the scouting mission along the road between Fort Colby and Danbridge. He'd been gone since early morning, and evening's approach had her wondering if he was coming home or staying in Danbridge.

I sure hope he's coming home. I wanted to put up the Christmas tree tonight.

Three days until Christmas. I remember when Mom, the aunts, cousins, and I used to put the tree up on Thanksgiving day while Dad and the male relatives watched football. We'd have eggnog and hot toddies and talk about family holiday traditions or tell stories of fun things that had happened during the year.

Her lips curled into a wistful smile. I miss those days, I really do. I miss gathering around the karaoke machine and singing Christmas carols. Yet, I wouldn't give up what I have to go back to those times even if I could. I love Bells too much. We've got a good, if somewhat demanding life.

Things change. The world changed. So did I. I'm not the same girl who'd come home from college every holiday break to spend time with her family. It's almost as if I'm a totally different person than I was then. As if the former me died during the Collapse of civilization and I was born in her place.

The baby kicked and she rubbed her hand over her belly, her gaze going to the window. Thick clouds filled the sky, dumping their burden of snow. It would be dark early. She glanced at the clock and frowned. Almost three in the afternoon.

Maybe the weather turned too bad for the scouts to make it home.

She shoved herself to her feet and went to the boxes piled on the kitchen table and opened one of them, peering inside at the tissue paper filling the box. Ornaments from the tree she'd put up last Christmas. She'd been living in the house alone, with no one to share the fun of putting up a Christmas tree. She stood there, looking into the box, thinking about how lonely she'd been, how sad she'd been. She returned to the living room of their small home, glanced around, and decided the tree had to be in front of the big picture window. The problem lay in the fact a big recliner chair--one her husband frequented--sat in the spot.

Nikki gave the chair an experimental shove. Normally she would have dragged it somewhere else, but with her huge belly in the way, and knowing better than to strain herself so near her time, she gave up.

I could call Dal to come help me... No, that won't work. I think he went out on patrol. Hawk could do it, but he's probably busy organizing for the Christmas party at City Hall.

Frustrated, Nikki went into the kitchen to make herself some tea. She filled the electric kettle and plugged it in, then cleared the boxes of holiday ornaments off the table. She put them in the laundry room and went to the window to watch the flakes of snow coming down. The new snow added to the thick blanket already covering the town. She saw someone coming up the street through the thickening flakes. Someone about the height and general build of her husband.

She hurried to the front window in the living room, her heart filling with a sense of relief and elation.

It is him, I'd know that walk anywhere!

She rushed to unlock the door for him, then hurried to get some towels from the linen closet in case he had gotten wet. He's probably cold and hungry and tired. I'll get some soup and tea into him and see if he wants a hot bath. The stupid tree can wait.

About the series: With the world population decimated by a mutated strain of Ebola, civilization as we know it has gone down in ruins. Warlords rampage across what was once the United States of America, killing, raping and adding to the misery and horror that has swept the once proud nation. But hope springs eternal, and with her Dragon by her side Nikki will do everything she can to bring order from the chaos, at least in her little corner of what was once America. NOTE: The Dragon Dance Cycle includes both MM and MF titles. These titles are NOT interdependent on each other, and readers can choose to read only the MM or only the MF titles, without losing track of the series continuity. To aid readers, MM Dragon Dance Cycle titles are Michael Barnette titles, and MF ones are Jaymie Michaels titles. Additionally, book titles will include the names of main characters and the book number for that couple (if applicable) before the main title.

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About Jaymie Michaels:
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Jayme Michaels is the pseudonym of Michael Barnette. The name is used to distinguish heterosexual content stories from Michael’s more common tales of manlove. Jayme/Michael has been writing tales of erotic romance since the late 90s. Fleeing from the tropic heat of South Beach and Miami, Florida, Michael has steadily migrated farther and farther west and now writes with a view of the Flat Iron Mountains of Colorado. Readers can reach Jayme/Michael via email at: m_barnette_author@yahoo.com

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