Billionaire Dragons' Fated: BBW Paranormal Dragon Shifter Menage Romance Read Online Free
Author: Anya Nowlan
back stand up. There was another killer heat wave going through Texas, and it was no joke trying to sit around for hours on end in a cramped, musty waiting room with a hundred rockers, who smelled like various stages of not giving a fuck. She wasn’t even that bothered by the smell or the closeness of the bodies, having had to sit through plenty of auditions in her day, but this one was going to be different. She was sure this one would either make or break her.
Jasmine van der Kamp – better known as Jade in a small circle of mostly progressive rock artists, who bothered to know a few more people than just the singers and guitarists – was in deep shit. There was no better way of putting it. She had to physically restrain herself from glancing over her shoulder every few seconds, as if the big bad wolves that were after her would just suddenly show up in a packed audition hall and drag her off.
Dragons, she corrected herself darkly, reaching into a side pocket on her guitar case and taking out a pick.
She flicked it between her fingers, the matte black pick looping gracefully over her pale skin. Her jet black hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail, and she wore whitewashed blue jeans, Converse sneakers and a ragged AC/DC tee that had served as her lucky shirt through most of her auditions. Of course, that didn’t mean that she got past the first round most of the time, but she was willing to take all the help she could get – even if that meant trying to leech some magic from Brian Johnson.
She watched idly as another tall and gangly bassist stalked out of the room the Gold Dragons were holding the auditions in, raucous laughter that she could recognize as Apollo’s following him all the way until the door slammed shut behind him. He didn’t seem half as amused as Apollo. Jade cringed a bit in commiseration. He wasn’t the first one to leave in a hurry, ridiculed by the loud and almost always difficult Apollo Goldplains.
She knew that the Goldplains had always been very picky with choosing their band mates, resulting in more than one heated and very public fallout. Jade wasn’t entirely certain that some of them hadn’t been more for show than anything else. After all, everybody loved some good dramatics every now and then, right?
“Jade van der Kamp,” a familiar, small but strict looking woman called, teetering at the doorway.
Jade recognized her instantly as Michelle Ferren, the architect behind the success of not only the Gold Dragons, but a plethora of other bands all too awesome to name. She hesitated for a moment, fumbling the guitar pick and having to dive on the floor to find it.
“Jade?” Michelle called again, an obvious hint of annoyance in her voice.
“Coming, coming!” Jade yelped, scrambling up on her feet and grabbing her bass, almost knocking a fellow rocker over in the process.
No time to waste! She had an ass to make of herself, and the looks she was getting from the rest of the grizzled crowd told her that they were expecting her to do just that.
“About time,” Michelle murmured as Jade pushed past her, feeling awkwardly commonplace next to the casual but completely in control Michelle.
Jade stepped into the big audition room, leather couches lined up in front of a small raised stage, sporting a mess of gear that must have been piled there from the previous night’s concert. There was also one separate speaker and volume controls she could plug her bass into. But that wasn’t what stopped her dead in her tracks.
Fuck, she thought, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. I knew they were hot, but did they have to be so hot!?
Her gaze travelled from one Grecian God of a man to the other, the Goldplains brothers sprawled out on the couches and looking somewhat worn by the whole process.
Alexander, the older of the two and the lead guitarist of the band, was dressed in a white button-up and light-colored slacks, giving him an almost effortless look that still
Jasmine van der Kamp – better known as Jade in a small circle of mostly progressive rock artists, who bothered to know a few more people than just the singers and guitarists – was in deep shit. There was no better way of putting it. She had to physically restrain herself from glancing over her shoulder every few seconds, as if the big bad wolves that were after her would just suddenly show up in a packed audition hall and drag her off.
Dragons, she corrected herself darkly, reaching into a side pocket on her guitar case and taking out a pick.
She flicked it between her fingers, the matte black pick looping gracefully over her pale skin. Her jet black hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail, and she wore whitewashed blue jeans, Converse sneakers and a ragged AC/DC tee that had served as her lucky shirt through most of her auditions. Of course, that didn’t mean that she got past the first round most of the time, but she was willing to take all the help she could get – even if that meant trying to leech some magic from Brian Johnson.
She watched idly as another tall and gangly bassist stalked out of the room the Gold Dragons were holding the auditions in, raucous laughter that she could recognize as Apollo’s following him all the way until the door slammed shut behind him. He didn’t seem half as amused as Apollo. Jade cringed a bit in commiseration. He wasn’t the first one to leave in a hurry, ridiculed by the loud and almost always difficult Apollo Goldplains.
She knew that the Goldplains had always been very picky with choosing their band mates, resulting in more than one heated and very public fallout. Jade wasn’t entirely certain that some of them hadn’t been more for show than anything else. After all, everybody loved some good dramatics every now and then, right?
“Jade van der Kamp,” a familiar, small but strict looking woman called, teetering at the doorway.
Jade recognized her instantly as Michelle Ferren, the architect behind the success of not only the Gold Dragons, but a plethora of other bands all too awesome to name. She hesitated for a moment, fumbling the guitar pick and having to dive on the floor to find it.
“Jade?” Michelle called again, an obvious hint of annoyance in her voice.
“Coming, coming!” Jade yelped, scrambling up on her feet and grabbing her bass, almost knocking a fellow rocker over in the process.
No time to waste! She had an ass to make of herself, and the looks she was getting from the rest of the grizzled crowd told her that they were expecting her to do just that.
“About time,” Michelle murmured as Jade pushed past her, feeling awkwardly commonplace next to the casual but completely in control Michelle.
Jade stepped into the big audition room, leather couches lined up in front of a small raised stage, sporting a mess of gear that must have been piled there from the previous night’s concert. There was also one separate speaker and volume controls she could plug her bass into. But that wasn’t what stopped her dead in her tracks.
Fuck, she thought, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. I knew they were hot, but did they have to be so hot!?
Her gaze travelled from one Grecian God of a man to the other, the Goldplains brothers sprawled out on the couches and looking somewhat worn by the whole process.
Alexander, the older of the two and the lead guitarist of the band, was dressed in a white button-up and light-colored slacks, giving him an almost effortless look that still
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