Saved by a Dragon (Paranormal Shifter Romance) (Exiled Dragons Book 1)

by Sarah J. Stone

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  Saved by a Dragon

  Sarah J. Stone

  Contents

  Saved by a Dragon

  Exiled Dragons Preview

  Cole – Bonus Book

  Chapter 1

  “And that is all for today’s report on Around L.A, your source for everything new and exciting in the Los Angeles area. We’re going to take a few phone calls before we close out the hour, so give us a jingle and let us know what’s happening that we may have missed,” Amy said into the mike.

  She sat watching as the lines began to light up on the technician’s console just outside the sound booth where she recorded her daily radio show. To her fans, she was A.J. Webb, a radio personality gaining rapid popularity due to her daily reports on all the happening places to be in the area. To her friends, she was just Amy, voted most likely to become a hermit by her senior class. She had come a long way since she was a demure book nerd in school, having blossomed both in physique and personality during her college days.

  “You’re on air with A.J. Webb. What do you have to tell everyone today?” she said cheerfully to the caller patched through to her.

  “I just saw a dragon flying near the freeway,” the caller said.

  “I’m sorry. Did you say you saw a dragon?” she asked.

  “Yes. It was huge. It was a bright blue color with silver wings.”

  “I hate to ask you this on the air, but have you perhaps been drinking this morning?” she laughed.

  “I’m not seeing things!” the caller said indignantly.

  “Okay. So you saw a dragon near the freeway then. What was the dragon doing? Laying eggs? Torching cars?”

  “I don’t appreciate your sarcasm. I know what I saw,” the caller said angrily.

  “Hey, I’m just trying to determine what the dragon was doing. Surely you didn’t expect to call and report a dragon sighting without getting at least a hint of disbelief!” she replied.

  “Listen, you bitch . . .” the man began.

  “And let’s move right along to our next caller,” Amy said, hoping the censors caught the expletive before it went out.

  There was a delay of a few seconds on her “live” show just for that purpose, but someone would occasionally slip past the censors. The caller clicked off and she went to the next one, a woman who called to tell her about a community movie event being held in an abandoned warehouse for Halloween. She could see that the phone bank was lighting up like crazy, no doubt other naysayers calling to bash the guy seeing dragons.

  “What was that all about? Why did you even put him through?” she asked the call screener after finishing up and exiting her booth.

  “Well, I thought it would be a hoot, honestly – a morning laugh. But listen. After you cut him off, the phones went nuts with folks reporting dragon sightings.”

  “I’m sure they did. People trying to get on the radio by copying what another crazy was saying. Sometimes I wonder why we even allow live phone calls here. There’s always some sort of nut job in the bunch – every single morning!”

  “I suppose you’re right.”

  “Of course I’m right. No more dragon sighting calls, okay?”

  “Okay, Amy,” he said with a laugh.

  “I appreciate it. I can’t believe people would expect someone to even believe there is a dragon flying around Los Angeles. This is what happens when you legalize weed,” she laughed.

  “I don’t think weed causes hallucinations,” he replied.

  “You might be wrong about that.”

  “I might be. Anyway, I’ll let you get going. I’ve got a meeting with the producers to discuss the format of the show.”

  “Again? I hope you aren’t cowing down to them. I don’t want to end up sounding like some sort of low budget product pusher, hocking the latest inventions to the masses.”

  “You won’t. I promise.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that,” she said, turning to push her way through the glass doors as she exited the studio.

  It was no secret that the owner of the station had been after the producers to change her show and make it less controversial. Amy was well known for calling out her guests live on the air on scandals they were involved in. No one was spared, not even the politicians that seemed to think the producers were putting them on the air to spew their rhetoric to the masses. That wasn’t her style and it never would be, not even if it meant leaving the show. There were plenty of other stations out there interested in her no-bullshit approach to current events.

  “Ah, sunshine,” she said joyfully as the warm, California sun kissed her skin outside the large glass and steel building. Making her way to her car in the studio parking lot, she mentally prepared herself for the drive home. It was rush hour – never a good time of day to be in traffic.

  Chapter 2

  “This is WDRQ radio weather, bringing you all the latest news from Mother Nature. Today’s high is ninety-six degrees with no rain in sight. Stay cool, Los Angeles,” came the voice of Jon Levine, meteorologist at Amy’s station across her car speakers. She grimaced every time she heard his voice, which she found annoying more than most since she had to listen to his endless complaints in station meetings. It was getting dark outside, and she was still stuck in traffic.

  “I need a hovercraft,” she mumbled to herself, wishing such a thing existed.

  The station switched back over to the all-music hour it ran at this time of day as she continued to crawl down the highway in bumper-to-bumper traffic that barely moved, her hands clenching the wheel in annoyance. Damn it, she wanted to get home already.

  “What the hell?” she said aloud as the car in front of her came to a compete standstill, the driver getting out of his car and looking up at the sky. She craned her neck toward the windshield, trying to get a glimpse of what was there as more people began to climb from their vehicles to look up toward the sky. Not seeing anything, she finally climbed from her car and looked upward. “Oh, my God!” she exclaimed.

  Soaring high above them was something large and dark. It was hard to make it out in the dusk that had now fallen, but it looked like a dragon. No way could it be, though. Dragons simply didn’t exist, in L.A. or anywhere else on the planet. It had to be a hoax
– a kite perhaps, or a drone dressed up to look that way. She marveled at how realistic it looked. No wonder people were calling to report it as an actual dragon.

  Amy watched as it flapped its large wings, appearing to be a deep red metallic color that almost blended in with the night, but not enough to completely conceal it. Kites didn’t move like that. Drones neither. Still, there was a reasonable explanation. The man had said he saw a blue and silver dragon. This one was much darker than that. What was going on here?

  “Hey, lady. I want to get home sometime today!” a man yelled from the car behind her.

  “Yeah, me too,” she replied, looking forward to see the man in front of her was returning to his car now that the dragon disappeared beyond the horizon.

  Inside the car, she reached for her cell phone, hitting speed dial and the handsfree speaker as traffic began to inch forward once again. She waited anxiously while it rang on the other end, finally answered by the station receptionist.

  “Melanie, this is Amy. Can you get me The Grid on the phone?” she asked her.

  “Sure thing, Amy,” the young woman replied, putting her on hold while she shifted her call to the telephone operator that they nicknamed The Grid because he controlled the large sound and inbound call grid that sat outside her sound booth.

  “Go,” he said from the other end.

  “It’s Amy. Tell me about the dragon phone calls this morning,” she said.

  “Man, there were dozens of them. Crazy people talking about dragons flying over the city,” he said.

  “What color did they say they were?” she asked.

  “All over the show. There was blue and silver mostly, but a couple said red or orange,” he told her. “Why?”

  “Just some thoughts on a follow up,” she replied, unwilling to admit she had seen them too just yet. “Thanks, Grid.”

  “Sure. Talk to you later.”

  Amy ended the call and wondered what was going on here. Whoever had put those things into the sky had done one hell of a job making them look realistic. Of course, the darkness aided that, but still, what she had been able to make out seemed very authentic looking. She had to know who was behind it. Though she was a radio DJ, her training was as an investigative reporter, and this seemed worthy of further scrutiny if for no other reason than curiosity.

  “What do you know about dragons?” she was asking her best friend, Barb, on the phone an hour later when she finally managed to make it out of traffic and into her small apartment just outside the city.

  “Dragons?” Barb repeated.

  “Yes, dragons.”

  “They don’t exist. They never did,” Barb replied.

  “Are you certain? There is no evidence to support that they have ever roamed the planet?” Amy asked.

  “I am certain. I would stake my anthropology degree on it.”

  “What I if I told you that I saw one tonight?”

  “I’d have to ask what you are drinking and if I can come over to help you finish it off,” Barb laughed.

  “I’m serious, Barb.”

  “So am I. Listen, it’s not a matter of dragons no longer existing. They never did.”

  “I saw one flying over my head, Barb.”

  “I don’t know what you saw, but I can assure you that it wasn’t a dragon. Probably some military experiment.”

  “This was no military UFO.”

  “Look, even if an animal that size did once exist, it doesn’t anymore, and anything that might have even been similar just wouldn’t have been able to fly. No wing span on an animal would have supported that kind of weight. It is an impossibility. Really, Amy . . . you’re the last person I’d expect to drum up some dragon hoax.”

  “I’m not drumming up a hoax. I had a caller earlier on the show that claimed he saw a dragon. I reacted the same way, but then, on my way home, I saw it for myself.”

  “I don’t know what you saw, but I can promise you it wasn’t a dragon.”

  “Of course. You’re right. It must have been something else. I’m just being foolish,” Amy told her, second guessing what she had seen now that Barb’s voice of reason had stepped in.

  “Exactly. I’m glad you called though. Do you want to have lunch tomorrow before you go in for your show?”

  “Yeah, that sounds good. It’s been a while since we hung out.”

  “Eleven at our usual spot?”

  “It’s a date,” Amy told her. They said their goodbyes and hung up.

  At first, Amy dismissed any further thoughts about the dragon, but then she decided to see what she could find out about any other sightings. Firing up her laptop, she opened a search page and looked for dragon sightings in Los Angeles. Her eyes grew wide as she saw all the recent posts on various social media and blogs from people who had seen the creatures, too. There were even a few pictures, but they were all too grainy or blurry to say beyond a certainty that what anyone had seen was real. She made some notes and closed the computer, still pondering it all as she made herself some dinner.

  Sitting down with a bowl of reheated pasta and a glass of wine, she poured over the information she had gathered, pulling out a road map she hadn’t used since the invention of GPS and marking the locations people had noted in their sightings. There seemed to be a flight path from Los Angeles out toward the San Bernardino Mountains. For something that didn’t exist, the dragon seemed to have a definite route into and out of the city limits. After a while, she put the map aside and got ready for bed, but sleep was slow to come as she contemplated how someone could pull off something so convincing as to make people believe there were dragons.

  Chapter 3

  “I’m telling you, Barb. I saw it with my own eyes,” Amy told her friend over lunch the following day.

  “I don’t know what you saw, but I can assure you that there is a more logical explanation than a big red dragon soaring above the freeway,” Barb replied.

  “I know. It was just so realistic looking. I suppose I just needed a voice of reason.”

  “Glad I could help out. Now, aside from seeing dragons, how are things with you?”

  “Ah, you know how it is. Just work, mostly.”

  “Sounds typical. How about the love life? Anything happening there?”

  “Love life? What’s that?”

  “Pretty much what I figured. When are you going to get back out there?”

  “It’s just not really on my radar right now, Barb. I’m so tired of meeting the same types of guys over and over. No one wants a commitment. They all want to just get lucky and then go about their business. If it was good, they’ll call you late on a Saturday night when their date didn’t work out and want to come over. That’s all fine and good, but I’m ready for something more substantial in a relationship.”

  “Well, you aren’t going to find it sitting at home.”

  “I know, I know. I’m just taking some ‘me’ time, I guess. I can’t deal with men right now. My career is going great and, other than men, my social life is fabulous. I get invited to all the best events and parties. Everyone wants the star of a local radio show at their gig. You know I’m not much for being deemed a celebrity, but I have to admit that it’s nice to have an open ticket to most places.”

  “Just don’t get too lost in the ‘me’ time. It must get lonely sometimes.”

  “It does. How about you? How are things going with Garth?” Amy replied, referencing the rather tumultuous relationship Barb had with her beau.

  “Honestly, it seems to be hitting a high note. We’ve been spending lots of time together lately, but he had to go to Italy on business for a couple of weeks, so I’m on my own for now.”

  “I assume you hear from him while he’s gone?”

  “Oh, yes. We Skype every night before bedtime.”

  “That’s fantastic. I’m happy for you.”

  “I don’t want to get too wrapped up in it. You know how it goes with us. Great one minute and at o
dds the next.”

  “I have an idea. How would you like to go on a little trip with me?”

  “A trip where?” Barb asked, narrowing her eyes.

  “Not far, just over to Big Bear Lake.”

  “You want to go camping? Since when?” Barb laughed.

  “No. You know I don’t do camping trips. I want to rent a cabin and do some hiking up the mountains.”

  “That kind of hiking, in those mountains, usually involves camping.”

  “Yeah, but just short term. Dropping a pup tent overnight during a hike and spending weeks in one are two very different things.”

  “Fair enough. Why the sudden inspiration to go hiking? You haven’t hiked in ages that I know of.”

  “I just want to get out and explore. That’s all.”

  “Well, you caught me at a good time, I guess. I’ll go with you. The great outdoors will be a refreshing change of pace from the city. When do you want to leave?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow? Wow. You aren’t playing. What about your show?”

  “I’ll tell them I have some personal things to take care of and let them play some of the pre-recorded stuff they keep on hand in case of emergencies.”

  “Alright. Well, I’m in.”

  “Fantastic. I’ll get us a cabin lined up and pick you up in the morning to head out.”

  The women finished their meal, chatting about all the things they missed in one another’s lives since they last got together. Barb was one of Amy’s oldest friends. It was always nice to catch up. Spending a week with her out in the middle of nowhere would be refreshing, though she did feel a little bad about not telling her the entire truth. No way would Barb agree to go if she knew they were on the trail of the dragon that supposedly didn’t exist.

  Chapter 4

  “This place is incredible!” Barb squealed the following afternoon when they stepped into the massive cabin Amy had rented for the week. It sat up on the mountainside overlooking the lake, nestled firmly into the tree line with a gorgeous balcony that provided a view of the valley for miles around them.