April’s Fools: Fate’s Fools Book Eight by Ophelia Bell

Author:Ophelia Bell [Bell, Ophelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Animus Press

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April

A few more orgasms and a long shower later, I finally started to feel human again. Which was possibly somewhat ironic since I really wasn’t as human as I’d always believed. A lot of my beliefs had been tested in the past twenty-four hours, including my capacity to develop feelings for people I barely even knew. Was it a compulsion? Was it magic?

Or was it just that all three dragons had worn their feelings and intentions so openly in their auras? Maybe my power to see their auras meant they simply couldn’t hide their natures, and it gave me insight I’d never had with past boyfriends. These powers hadn’t existed when I started college, that was for sure. They were still so new I didn’t entirely understand them, but I couldn’t deny that they had opened up a vast new world for me to explore. And my creative, curious self wanted to dive right in and see where things led.

I think that curiosity might have been the only thing keeping me from going stir crazy and freaking out about my loss of control over my career. I hoped I could bounce back from this. I liked to think of myself as a pretty easygoing person. But until I talked to the gallery manager, I wouldn’t know if I had any chance of salvaging my show, and judging from the care the guys had taken about making calls, I was pretty sure contacting anyone by phone was a big no-no under the circumstances.

I still intended to bring it up. The guys had surprised me so far, and not just with their ability to make me climax a dozen times in the span of a few hours. Maybe they had other magical tricks up their sleeves. As much as I hated relying on anyone, I was at their mercy, so may as well take advantage of it.

By the time I made it back downstairs, the house was filled yet again with the delicious aromas of cooking food. This time I smelled something sweet and fruity that made my stomach rumble loudly. Someone was baking a pie, or multiple pies. I smelled strawberries and fresh lemons, then remembered that we used to have a lemon tree that Dad would make fresh lemonade from around this time of year. There was also more than enough canned fruit in the pantry for about a hundred pies.

I paused at the base of the stairs, the kitchen and breakfast nook just visible through the arched doorway. All six guys were busy with some task or other in the kitchen, their easy banter evidence of how close they were, and the way they all coexisted in the same space proof of how well they worked together as a team.

Out of curiosity, I shifted my vision to view their auras, and was enthralled by the way those bubbles of energy that surrounded them seemed to merge and flow around each other. No wonder I’d been ten times as comfortable sleeping between Murdoc and Gray.

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