To Date A Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance (Weredragon Warriors Book 1)

TO
DATE A DRAGON

By

Natalie Kristen

WEREDRAGON WARRIORS

To Date A Dragon (Book 1)

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by
Natalie Kristen

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This
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are
used fictitiously or are the products of the author's imagination.
Any resemblance to actual locales, events, establishments or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

About
this Book

As
the last dragon king of Draca, Rohan Draek vows to keep his people
safe. For nearly seven decades, the Dracans have been living on
Earth, hiding from their enemies.

But
when the savage killings begin, Rohan knows that the hunted must
become the hunter. Rohan is aided by his two fearless, loyal guards.
The three of them are the last of the weredragon warriors, and they
are all that stand between their people and the Slayors…

Amelia
Hawkins is a kindergarten teacher with a dark past and deadly
secrets. When the handsome, sexy, single father of one of her
students transforms into a dragon and saves her, Amelia believes that
she has just lost what is left of her sanity. But as Rohan tells her
about his past and his people, she realizes that the demons that
haunt her are not just in her mind.

Amelia
is powerless to resist the consuming passion and hunger that Rohan
ignites in her, but their connection puts her in terrible danger.

With
his enemies closing in, Rohan will have to fight for his family, his
people, and...his mate.

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* * * *

CHAPTER
ONE

Rohan Draek sped his Jaguar
up the long driveway to his mansion and zoomed into the garage. He
glanced at his watch.

6:01 pm.

Shit, he was late. By one
frickin' minute.

Rohan muttered an oath when
he saw that he was the last one in. Zul's roadster and Edriq's SUV
were already neatly parked in the garage.

Last one in is a rotten
egg.

Rohan thought it was a really
odd phrase. It didn't make any sense to him, but then again, humans
had a strange way with words and languages. Rohan and his people had
made Earth their home and blended in well with the humans over the
decades, but still, it had taken him a long time to understand
certain human behaviors and actions.

He'd first heard that rather
odd and baffling phrase from Tessa, his five-year-old daughter. To
be honest, he'd never fully understood it but Zul seemed to think
that it was really funny and clever and had promptly adopted it as
his favorite phrase of the month.

Rohan blew out a breath as he
got out of his car. He was the last one home so he would have to do
the dishes tonight. It was Zul's idea. But Rohan knew he probably
wouldn't get very far with the dishes. Mrs Vomae, his housekeeper,
would be standing by, twitching and twisting the corner of her apron
anxiously as she watched him like a hawk and as soon as Zul's back
was turned, she would shoo him out of her kitchen and finish doing
the dishes herself. The woman took great pride in her work.

Rohan heard shrieks and
booming laughter from the kitchen as soon as he entered the house.
Cheers and applause could be heard as Edriq cheered Tessa on. “Go,
Princess! Watch out, he's planning a sneak attack. Woah, that was
close! Wait for it...and go for the kill!”

Rohan walked in and saw Zul
and Tessa sitting at the kitchen table, engaged in a fierce,
aggressive, take-no-prisoners thumb war. Edriq was hovering over the
combatants, clutching his head as the tension escalated.

“You almost got him!”
Edriq screeched. “Destroy him, Princess, destroy him!”

Tessa growled as Zul wiggled
his big, thick thumb tauntingly at her. She had her tongue sticking
out from the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on the battle.

Rohan crossed over to the
table and kissed the top of her head. “Hi Daddy,” she
said, without taking her eyes off the enemy thumb.

“Hi, sweetheart,”
he said, taking a whiff of the wonderful aroma wafting from the stove
and the oven. There was a large pot bubbling on the stove and he saw
Mrs Vomae pulling a giant meatloaf out of the oven. His housekeeper
instinctively lowered her head and curtseyed deeply when Rohan
greeted her.

Old habits die hard.

It had taken him decades to
get Edriq and Zul to stop calling him “Your Highness”.
And it was a couple of decades later that they could finally call him
by his name without prostrating themselves at his feet.

Those two warriors were the
most stubborn, difficult, pig-headed males he had ever encountered.
But they were also the bravest, most loyal, dragon-hearted fighters
and protectors.

Zul and Edriq weren't related
to him by blood, but they were his family. They had been his royal
guards in Draca, and when they landed on Earth, they refashioned
themselves as his personal bodyguards.

Rohan didn't need them to
protect him. He was a trained soldier like them, goddammit.
Eventually, Rohan gave up trying to talk sense into their
uncompromising dragon heads. They would stand guard outside his
residence, come hell or high water. They would rather brave the
freezing wind, rain and hail than move from their post.

So Rohan decided that it was
just better for everyone if Zul and Edriq simply moved into his
house.

Zul stayed in the east wing
of the mansion and Edriq took up residence in the west wing. But
they always came over to have their meals together in Rohan's
kitchen.

Zul and Edriq weren't just
his royal guards, his comrades in arms and his fellow warriors. They
were his brothers in every sense of the word.

They had fought together,
bled together and worked together to protect the surviving Dracans
who had escaped on that last ship from the planet Korra.

The rest of their people who
had made it to Earth were civilians. The three of them were the last
of the weredragon warriors of Draca.

CHAPTER
TWO

“So, how many rounds
have you won?” Rohan asked, leaning against the door jamb.

“Six,” Tessa
answered. “Gotcha!” She managed to pin Zul's thumb down
for just an instant before Zul yanked his thumb out and waved it
around merrily.

“You can't catch me,
I'm the Gingerbread Man!” Zul whooped. He gave Rohan a crooked
grin and sang, “Oh, and good evening, Your Royal Highness!”

Rohan scowled. Nowadays, Zul
and Edriq only addressed him by his royal title to yank his chain or
to let him know when he was in trouble with Princess Tessa.

“You're late, Daddy,”
Tessa piped up. “It's past six.”

“I'm sorry, honey. I
had to finish up some work at the office,” Rohan said. Tessa
wrinkled her nose but didn't reply.

In the human world, Rohan was
the chairman of Draek Holdings, a large investment company. His
company owned the Blazing Beans coffee chain and the FabFit fitness
chain. Edriq was in charge of the fitness chain while Zul took care
of the Blazing Beans outlets.

Edriq and Zul were fearsome,
fearless warriors but they had a good head for business and they had
great discipline and organizational skills. They were always
prepared, always ready, and they got things done on time and within
budget.

““Uncle Zul won
five times,” Tessa said, glancing up. “Uncle Edriq
didn't even win a single round! I think he let me win on purpose.”

Edriq gasped and put a hand
over his heart. “Why would you think that, Princess?” he
said in a wounded tone.

Tessa shrugged. “I saw
you beat Uncle Zul last night. You crushed him.”

“Yeah. He crushed my
thumb. That was excessive and unnecessary force I'll have you know,”
Zul complained.

Edriq made a chicken sound.

Zul turned to say something
to Edriq and that was when Tessa made her move.

Quick as lightning, she
pounced and pinned Zul's huge thumb down with her little one.

“One, two, three, four,
I win thumb-o-war!” she shouted in victory.

Zul let out a howl and
pretended to reel back in shock at his humiliating and devastating
defeat. “Noooooooo!”

Tessa giggled and pumped her
fist in the air. “Yes!” Jumping down from her chair,
she leaped into Rohan's arms. “Did you see that, Daddy? I
beat Uncle Zul. Again!”

“That was a really good
fight. Very impressive. You're the awesomest thumb warrior!”
Rohan declared. “Okay, let's have dinner now. I'm sure you're
hungry after that grueling battle.”

As they sat down to dinner,
Tessa began to tell them all about her day at school. Mrs Vomae
usually had her dinner early. “No, I will not...I cannot sit
at the same table as my king,” she'd said and fell to her knees
when Rohan tried to get her to eat with the family. Mrs Vomae was
even more stubborn and set in her ways than Edriq and Zul.

Tessa's face was literally
glowing as she prattled on animatedly about her new kindergarten
teacher. “Miss Amelia is awesome!” Tessa crowed. “And
she's really pretty.”

“I'm sure she is,”
Rohan said, heaping more mashed potato onto his little girl's plate.

“Daddy, can you do my
hair in a French braid tomorrow morning?” Tessa asked eagerly.

“Huh? Sure,”
Rohan answered without hesitation.

“Yay! All the girls in
my class are going to braid their hair tomorrow. We want to look
just like Miss Amelia,” Tessa said adoringly.

Rohan realized that his
brothers had gone completely silent. He looked up and frowned.
“What? What's wrong? You guys look a little pale.”

“Um, are you sure you
know how to do a French braid?” Edriq said slowly.

“Do you even know what
a French braid is?” Zul asked.

Rohan saw Tessa looking at
him with both hope and worry in her eyes.

“Do you know how to
braid my hair, Daddy?” she asked softly. “It's okay
if...”

“I do,” Rohan
declared, then amended quickly, “I mean, I'll learn.”

Rohan ignored his brother's
looks of horror and said smugly, “You can learn anything and
everything on the internet now. Don't you know? There are all sorts
of tutorials on YouTube!”

CHAPTER
THREE

Amelia Hawkins laughed
politely as Norbert launched into another joke. The man was trying
his best and she appreciated the effort, but she rather wished he
would just end the evening and put them both out of their misery.
They clearly had nothing in common and their conversation, if you
could even call it that, was stilted, forced and contrived at best.

How did she ever think she
would meet her Mr. Right through online dating?

Online dating. The in thing.
The only thing actually, because nowadays everyone was just glued to
their mobile phones and tablets.

The internet had replaced the
real world. No one bothered to make eye contact and chat in real
life any more. Everything and everyone looked more interesting, more
beautiful and more exciting online. Photos were photoshopped,
profiles were carefully crafted and edited, online exchanges were
filled with cute, flirty emoticons. You could even have a whole
conversation using just emoticons.

Amelia thought that things
might be less awkward and the evening might go a little better if
Norbert would just whip out his phone and send her emoticons, instead
of bombarding her with questions which were uncomfortable and way too
personal.