Magic and Mayhem (Blue Ridge Magic #1) Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: Dragons, Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Blue Ridge Magic Series by M.A. Innes
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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Explody?

Nope.

Not going to ask until our third date.

“How about you show me your playroom and then we’ll have dessert?” Kissing his head again, I tried to decide how the rest of the evening should go. “We could watch a show with it or a movie?”

It wasn’t late, even for a little, but I wasn’t sure what he’d like since we hadn’t gotten around to talking about that kind of thing yet.

“Pete’s Dragon, Daddy.” Kenzie nearly bounced he was so excited. “Toys and brownies and dragons.”

Well, it seemed like we had a plan.

Ignoring the way explody kept playing over and over in the back of my head, I gave his forehead one last kiss and relaxed my hold on him. “So where did you hide your playroom?”

I meant it in the silliest sense of where are we going, but he laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “Daddy reads minds. Best human ever.”

Ignoring the human bit since he didn’t seem to realize he’d said it, I tickled his sides and made him laugh even harder. “Silly boys who laugh at their Daddy get tortured.”

He patted my chest, wiggling as he laughed. Nothing in his reactions said my touch was unwelcome, but I was careful and didn’t let it go on too long.

When I stopped teasing him and he flopped against me, letting out soft giggles, I kissed his head. “Playroom, silly goose. I don’t know where I’m going.”

He huffed as he straightened, frowning as only a little can do. “I not a goose, Daddy. I a dragon. Roar.”

“Excuse me.” Nodding, I took the answer seriously. “No gooses here.”

That got more giggles from him as his eyes went sparkly again. “I big, smart, pretty dragon, Daddy.”

“You are undoubtedly the prettiest dragon ever.” Kissing his nose made him smile and wrinkle his face up. “And I already know you’re smart. That wouldn’t change even when you’re a dragon.”

No matter what kind of alien he was.

Form didn’t matter for things like intelligence…but sexy times was something we were going to have to talk about eventually.

Puffing his chest up, he roared again, then giggled as he took my hand and started pulling me through the house and back toward what looked like a bookshelf at the back of his living room. “I a dragon with my secret hoard, Daddy. Shh. Gonna show you.”

Secret was an apt description because as he took me over to the bookcase and pulled on part of the molding, the whole thing moved. Carpenters. Yes, I should’ve thought about his family putting in something like a hidden room.

“You have a secret room for your hoard, little dragon. That’s amazing, cutie.” Wondering if Pete’s Dragon was the first movie he’d seen when he came to Earth or if he’d been raised locally and it was just a favorite movie, I walked through the door into a wonderful playroom that was packed with toys.

The walls were very white just like he’d said, but that was a stark contrast to the riot of color from toys of every generation and style. There was some organization to the chaos, with two walls covered in wooden shelves painted white as well, but I couldn’t see a system to it.

There were just toys everywhere, with the other two big focuses in the room being a beanbag chair and a large rug. He was right. It was more of a hoard than a playroom.

“You have so many toys. They’re wonderful.” Squeezing his hand, I leaned over and kissed the side of his head. “You’ve got cars and dolls, and look at the men. I had soldiers like that when I was a kid.”

Kenzie was back to bouncing he was so excited and he looked like an adorable dragon ready to jump up and take flight. “I’ve got pretty toys and old toys and new toys and ‘pensive toys and fun ones.”

Pulling me deeper into the room, he led me over to a large rug with city streets decorating it and turned us both in a circle so he could show me all his toys. “Big hoard, Daddy.”

I would have to agree.

“The best hoard, cutie.”

The best hoard just needed some organization so he could play with it or at least admire it more easily.

But that was definitely what a Daddy was for, so I wasn’t worried.

Chapter 8

Kenzie

“And I have a red one and a blue one and a black one and, oh, I found the green one, Daddy.” It liked to drive off and hide. “See?”

Daddy was very excited and even kissed my head as I found it under my beanbag chair. “You have the best cars, cutie.”

And I had a dollhouse and G.I. Joe men and I had Ponies and I had animals.

“Do you want to see my Ponies? I have Applejack and Pinkie Pie and Rarity and lots more, Daddy.” When Daddy nodded, I pulled him over to the pony bucket. “They’re pretty colors.”


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