A Dragon's Dream of Love (Song of the Sídhí Series #2) by Jodie B. Cooper Read Free Book Online Page A

Leah, but she had disappeared among the heavily stocked shelves.
    He groaned in frustration. The girls
would eventually get the picture. His notoriety as a playboy didn’t help
matters. He was brother to the Alpha Prime and a true royal back home. He held
the title of Grand Duke and all the land – and headaches – that went along with
the title.
    His eyes followed his lifeMate down a
short aisle and he stalked forward, trying to catch up with her.
    The scowl on her face as she snatched
the first bottle of sunscreen told him how irritated she was at him. She
quickly retreated to the front of the store, never once looking at him or the
brunette rubbing her boobs against his bare arm.
    He tried pulling free of Boob Girl, but
she hung on like a burr stuck in a horse's tail.
    The gaggle of girls giggled and
squealed behind him. He should have made it clearer to the girls of Haven
Valley that he wasn’t interested. Period.
    Leah’s reaction made him grit his teeth
with rapidly growing frustration. He had always attracted girls; they swarmed
like gnats on a bad banana. Now, that he didn’t want their attention, he didn’t
know how to get rid of them.
    Without any kind of plan, he abruptly
turned toward them and knocked off a huge bottle of green apple-scented
shampoo. It hit the floor with a loud thump and bounced. Thankfully, it didn't
burst.
    The girls giggled shrilly and
surrounded him. How had he ever tolerated high-pitched shrieks that sounded
like a pig getting its teeth pulled-out?
    At his wit's end, he lengthened his
canines and flashed his sharp teeth, growling at them with barely suppressed
menace.
    As one, the girls squealed in alarm.
    Boob Girl jumped back, banging into a
shelf loaded with big beach balls. The balls and Boob Girl went flying.
    A sigh of resignation hissed through
his teeth. Reaching down he offered her a hand up, but she stumbled to her feet
and shot off. The remainder of his unwanted admirers immediately followed her.
    He snapped his teeth together, not
bothering to smother another growl; he hated hurting people. It put him in a
nasty mood.
    He stepped past the mess he made and
quickly found several thin and blousy cover-shirts and a bottle of aloe.
Turning, he hurried to the front, grabbing various items as he passed them. He
dumped his growing hoard of goodies on the counter just as Leah sat hers down.
    Unable to stop himself, he edged closer
to her.
    "Where'd the harem go?" Leah
asked sarcastically. "It was starting to sound like a rock concert with
all their squealing."
    He ignored her words. What could he say
that wouldn't make it worse?
    His eyes narrowed. Softly growling, he
pressed a feather light finger to her red shoulder. It was hot to the touch;
the sunburn looked a lot worse under the florescent lighting.
    “Stop that!” she hissed, swatting his
hand away.
    “How long were you in the sun?” he
asked quietly, ignoring her order.
    “Doesn’t matter,” she muttered. “As you
noticed, I’m an exile. I burn in the sun.”
    “At least it won’t be for much longer,”
the clerk commented; the flab under her arms flopped as she sacked their stuff
up.
    “That’s the second time you’ve said
something like that.” Leah sighed, not in the mood to be subtle. “What do you
mean?”
    “Humph,” Claire snorted, her jaws
quivered. “You weren’t listening.”
    “Sorry,” Leah said, sounding repentant.
“I was sidetracked.”
    “The dragons have forbidden blood
drinking.” Claire shuffled backward, inching her way onto the spindly stool.
“All vampires must eat human food or go hungry.”
    “Yes, I’ve heard that,” Leah said,
wishing the old woman would spit it out. “What does that have to do with my
skin burning?”
    “Don’t they teach you anything in the
Dhark Valley?” Claire asked, apparently shocked over Leah's lack of knowledge.
    Derek's anger flared so fast it choked
him. He gripped the edge of the counter until he heard a small crack. He jerked
his eyes