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Table of Contents
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Title Page
Legal Page
Book Description
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Epilogue
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DRAGON DREAMS AND FAIRY WINGS
BAILEY BRADFORD
Dragon Dreams and Fairy Wings
ISBN # 978-1-83943-112-8
©Copyright Bailey Bradford 2021
Cover Art by Erin Dameron-Hill ©Copyright January 2021
Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz
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Book one in the Fire & Flutter series
When one fairy with a faulty memory meets a snarky dragon, the supernatural world will never be the same.
Griff was born a Love fairy, but he never quite fitted in. He didn’t want to be part of a harem…at least he didn’t think so. What with his wings gone and his memory damaged, he can’t be certain of what he felt in the past. All he does know is he wants his wings back. Without them, he’s grounded.
Blaze is a dragon shifter who tends to stick his foot in his mouth—and some other parts in other places—when he really shouldn’t. His brother’s the king, and his sister-in-law is scary. Blaze’s last screw-up got him grounded, unable to shift into his dragon form. His punishment seems harsh to him, but there's no escaping it.
When the Love fairies come to the castle to work on forming an alliance, Blaze has about had it with guarding the horny beings, and he’s disappointed that they don’t stay small and cute. Swatting at something buzzing him, he almost starts an inter-species war when it turns out to be a fairy on a dragonfly.
And from that snarky first meeting between Griff and Blaze, something wonderful, and dangerous, happens…
Dedication
Keep reaching for the magic and love.
Chapter One
Blaze rubbed his shoulder where it still ached. He’d been lucky the whip had only caught him a glancing blow, otherwise he’d really be in pain.
Of course, even being whipped would be better than his punishment of not being allowed to fly. Or shift. Being stuck in the puny human form and dependent on two scrawny legs just sucked troll balls.
That imagery almost made Blaze gag. Trolls smelled really bad, worse than the dragon dumping grounds—and if anyone needed an explanation for what that area was, they didn’t have a nose.
Plus, trolls were ugly. It was part of them being trolls and all. They also tended to have large, pendulous balls that swung down close to their ankles.
Blaze did gag then, pressing a hand against his stomach. He had to get his mind out of the troll gutter.
“Hey, freak, heard you got your powers taken away, all for a piece of ass.”
Blaze glared at
“My—” Bort’s eyes glowed red, and smoke gusted from his nostrils. “I’ll bake you, you fucking freak!”
Blaze kept his trembling inside. He’d learned not to show any fear to bullies. “Go ahead. King Fyre will be thrilled with you. You’ll look great on a spit.”
“You think just ’cause your brother’s the king means…”
Blaze arched an eyebrow at Bort—which he knew looked cool, because he’d practiced it until he had it perfected and he knew how awesome that one arched eyebrow thing was. “It pretty much means he’ll toast you if you lay a hand on me.”
The only reason the guy who’d hit Blaze with a whip wasn’t dead was because Blaze had kind of deserved it. Kind of, because he hadn’t known Valdez was married to another man. Otherwise, Blaze wouldn’t have fucked him. Probably. Blaze’s morals were questionable at times, but only because he was so desperate for someone to touch him.
“Right, whatever,” Bort drawled. “You’ll probably cook yourself anyway and save all the good dragons the trouble. Crazy Blazy.” He cackled and flipped Blaze off with both hands.
Probably with his toes, too, but Blaze didn’t think to check. Instead he watched enviously as Bort shifted into a gorgeous teal and gold dragon.
Bort blew a stream of fire right past Blaze’s head, then flapped his mighty wings and flew off. A rancid scent lingered in the air.
Blaze sighed and touched his hair that Bort had just singed. Everyone was going to think he’d done that to himself—again. Even though he was grounded, assumptions would be made that he’d done something stupid to burn his own hair, and rumors would fly. He’d have to worry about that later, if at all. Right now, he had to deal with a bully. Blaze really missed being able to shoot flames.
It was true that he couldn’t control his fire, and he could be dangerous. He hadn’t killed anyone on accident, yet, though. “Sheesh.” Blaze sniffed and fanned the air around him. It was no use. The smell was on his head. He could fan all day, and it wouldn’t make any difference.
Resigned to walking all the way back to his nest—which meant heading through the center of the dragon city, since he could no longer fly—Blaze prepared himself for the looks and murmurs. People would be talking about him more than usual today. He ought to be used to such stuff, but the truth was, it always hurt.
Even so, when he heard the buzz of conversations around him, Blaze held his head up high, despite the burnt hair. He hoped everyone gossiping about him got a snoot full of the noxious odor.
* * * *
“Where did I put my shoes?” Griff fluttered as much as a fairy without wings could as he looked for his soft purple shoes. Surprisingly, he could flutter a lot, although that translated into gestures with his hands and much twitching on his behalf.
“Did Egregio eat them?” Gia asked, hovering above him.
Griff glared at her. “Could you maybe not do that? I already feel like a complete loser without my wings.” Who knew they could be knocked off you? Griff hadn’t, and it’d come as a shock to the other fairies in his frolic. Of course, Love fairies weren’t exactly brainiacs. They were more into the sensual than the mental. For brains, people looked to the Genius fairies, though good luck to anyone wanting help from those snobs. They didn’t speak to anyone with an IQ under one-sixty—which left out most of the magic world.
“Sorry.” Gia floated down and grimaced. “Ick. How can you tolerate standing all the time? My legs don’t like it. It’s work. It’s so much easier to fly, or—” She smirked.
“Don’t go there.” Griff knew his own kind through and through. As a Love fairy, he shouldn’t be bothered by hearing about his sister’s sexual escapades. Maybe he was just jealous. “Keep your sordid stories to yourself.”
Gia crossed her eyes at him. “Please. How did a prude get hatched into our frolic?”
“I’ve asked myself that a thousand times,” Griff muttered. “Aha!”
“Aha what?”
Griff knelt and stuck his hand under his bed, then reached farther. “I swear to the gods, Egregio, if you bite me, I will feed you to the dragons.”
“Rawr!” It sounded more like a whine than not.
Griff ducked his head and looked at the catterwaul under his bed. Much like the human-world cat except with two legs and large, hairy toes, and fangs the size of Griff’s index fingers, the beast was rather fierce-looking.
“I’m not joking. Last time you bit me, it got infected. You’re lucky I didn’t toss you out then.”
Beady red eyes glowed at him. “Rawr rawr rawr.”
“Yeah, you’re sorry now.” Griff wiggled his fingers. “Give me my shoes.”
The purple shoes were tossed at him while Egregio continued to vocalize.
“I know, I know, they’re pretty. That’s why I like them, too. Now if you’re good, and you keep the dung beetles away for a whole week, I’ll see about getting you your own shoes.” Catterwauls were great to have as long as they were loyal. Sometimes they forgot that, though.
A few more rawrs and Griff was pretty sure he had his catterwaul vowing to fight off the shiny green beetles that migrated through the area on the way to the dragon dumping grounds. Griff hoped so. The buzz of beetle wings always left him with serious headaches as well as memories of the worst time in his life.
“Okay, got my shoes on, Gia. Now we can go…” Griff spun around, looking for his sister, but no. She had left the mushroom’s interior at some point. “Great. Great! Now how am I going to find my way to where my wings might be?”
Griff couldn’t remember things like he should have been able to. The hit he’d taken from a human’s fly swatter had cracked his skull, knocked off his wings and almost killed him. His memory hadn’t been right ever since, but he was lucky to even be alive.
Although the term lucky was relative. If he couldn’t find his wings, what point would there be to life?
Chapter Two
After a month of being grounded, Blaze was desperate to be allowed to shift and fly again. Very desperate. Desperate enough to do something really icky if it’d get him out of trouble.
“I’ll scrub the calluses off your feet—your paws,” Blaze bartered, or tried to. His brother, aka King Fyre, seemed unimpressed with the offer. “Oh, come on, Fyre! You know how thick and callused your scales get back there! They turn all ashy and gr—”
King Fyre narrowed his eyes.
“—oss,” Blaze finished, then gulped. “But in a kingly way. I mean that in a totally kingly, manly way.”
Which was, apparently, the wrong thing to say, because Queen Bonny—short for Bonfire—threw her scepter at Blaze. “Ass!”
“Ouch!” Blaze yelped, not quite fast enough to avoid the heavy metal weapon. It was a weapon. Anything that hefty and pointy and well-aimed was definitely a weapon.
“Manly, you dork,” Bonny snapped. “Like that’s any proof of strength! You think having a dick makes someone strong?”
“No! Gods, no!” Blaze yelped again. He’d rather be hit with the scepter repeatedly than to hear Bonny talk about whatever she’d been about to say.
“What do you say?” Bonny purred, smiling evilly.
Blaze glanced at his brother. Yeah, he was getting no help there. Fyre was staring with utter adoration at Bonny.
Who growled at Blaze.
Blaze folded his stupid human arms over his stupid human chest. “Women rule and men drool.”
“Say it like you mean it,” Bonny demanded, but she giggled and winked at him. “It’s so easy to get you riled up.”
“You’re the one who threw something,” Blaze pointed out.
Bonny snorted, puffs of white smoke jetting from her nostrils. “Please. You threw stupid at me first.”
Blaze wasn’t sure what that even meant, so she was probably right.
“Your punishment remains in place,” Fyre informed him, giving Blaze the stink eye. “There will be no escaping it this time. I’ve been entirely too lenient on you since our father and mother were eaten by the ogres. If they’d only listened to me…”
Blaze tuned his brother out. He had no memories of his parents. They’d died only a few weeks after he’d hatched, and he was lucky to have survived at all. It was commonly thought that his problems controlling his fire were due to the lack of a mother’s love and milk. Bonny hadn’t been around back then, and even if she had, she wasn’t likely to have nursed him. She’d have thrown his rattle at him instead.
