The Surrogates: The 5 Book Paranormal Pregnancy Romance Box Set

by Angela Foxxe

  “Yeah, I know,” Fenrir said sadly. “She went and messed that all up when she whispered in Olaf’s ear.”

  “Yeah. At least we were able to get back what was taken from us, at least material wise,” Valemon said as he stared at his newborn son.

  Freyja cleared her throat as she stood at the mouth of the cavern. “Alright Valemon, out with it. Tell Rachel how you really feel. She’s all warm and fuzzy from the bonding hormones, it’s the right time.”

  Fenrir shot Freyja a wolfish grin. “Always to the point with you, isn’t it?”

  “If you’re not careful you’ll see how much of a point I really have. Remember, you’re not exactly my favorite person.”

  “Understood.”

  Valemon cleared his throat and looked at Rachel with love filling his eyes. “Rachel, I know we’ve only really known each other for a month, if that, but each moment we spent together endeared you to me like no other. After my wife was murdered by Hans, and my hands tied by Angrboda to do anything about it, I closed myself off from any form of affection. I didn’t want to experience the pain of losing anyone again. But I have. The more I pushed, the more I lost. I almost lost you, and if that happened, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. It’s bad enough I have to live with Igor’s death on my conscience.” Valemon started to choke up. “What I’m trying to say is...”

  Rachel looked up at the normally stoic man, his silver hair and beard shining in the torch light, and his naked, muscular body rippled as he shifted nervously. His giant, gentle hands gently caressed the downy hair of their newborn son as he suckled eagerly.

  “I don’t want to give him up,” she said. “I know it’s a violation of the contract but...”

  “You won’t have to,” Valemon replied. “Especially if you choose to be with me for always.”

  “Wait, are you proposing to me?” Rachel asked.

  “Well, if you put it that way,” Valemon replied, “I think I am.”

  Rachel felt tears welling up in her eyes as she looked down at the newborn babe. She knew she loved Valemon and knew he would be a very gentle partner. She was now a bear as well, so it wasn’t like she could just go out and live without him. They were meant to be together. “I will. I’ll stay. I love you too much to just go off and leave, anyway. You risked everything for me; I can’t even imagine what you went through.”

  Freyja coughed nervously at the cavern entrance. “You know, now that all this crap with Angrboda is done and over with, maybe we can take care of that curse thing. The one that causes you a boatload of pain whenever you change shapes. We don’t want the little guy to deal with that, now do we?”

  “No, we don’t,” Fenrir said. “Seriously, it’s time to end the bad blood between our clans. Well, what’s left, anyway.”

  Valemon stood tall. “You’re right. We have been at war for far too long over a really stupid slight.”

  Freyja walked to Valemon and placed her hands on his muscular bare chest. “From here on out, the agony of change will no longer afflict you.” With those words of benediction, a warm glow spread through Valemon as the blessing took hold.

  Freyja placed her hands on Rachel, and then the baby and repeated the incantation over them. “There we go. Now you and your child’s progeny will never feel pain while changing form, as it was intended. You will now live out your lives free from that kind of pain.”

  “Thank you for your intervention, milady.” Valemon rumbled.

  “Seriously, I waited way too long to get involved. This was mostly my fault. I kind of forgot that mortals have a shorter time frame than we do, and that millennia is a significant amount of time for you people down here on Midgard,” Freyja apologized.

  “Also it was sort of my fault too for not reigning in Mother when I should have,” Fenrir said as he stroked his closely cropped black beard. “Don’t worry though. I’ll make her life rather unpleasant when Tyr gets done with her.”

  Valemon laughed. “Thank you. Now we need to figure out how to get home. We’re sort of naked right now and that doesn’t make for pleasant traveling”

  “No, it doesn’t,” Freyja said. “And it isn’t healthy for you, Rachel, to change forms so soon after giving birth.”

  Rachel nodded as she moved the baby to her other breast. “Well, I hope we can figure something out. We can’t really live here for the rest of our lives.”

  Freyja looked at Fenrir. “How far are we from the ocean?”

  “Not far, there’s a beach not even an hour away from here,” he replied.

  “Awesome. Valemon, you’ll have to carry Rachel on your back, but I have an idea.”

  Valemon nodded and smiled. “First we need to find something for her to wear though. Especially around her waist to catch the...”

  “Yeah, I know,” Freyja said as she looked around. She spotted an alcove with folded robes inside. “There we go. You might not have anything to pack between your legs right now, but maybe if you folded a few of these and sat on them, it might help for now.”

  Rachel nodded as she swung her legs around to get off the bed. She noticed it getting lighter outside the cavern. “No time like the present to get going,” she said. “I really would like to get home and have a nice hot shower.”

  Valemon smiled at her mention of home and placed his arm around her shoulders. “Mind if I hold him while you get dressed?” he asked.

  “Go for it,” Rachel replied as she handed the tiny, naked infant to the massive Valemon. He gently cradled the tiny babe in his massive hands as Rachel put on another white robe. He was in awe at the perfection of the tiny being as he snoozed in his father’s giant hands. Everything about the child was so tiny, he couldn’t believe it.

  Once Rachel was dressed, he handed the infant back to her and changed into his bear form. He tensed reflexively in anticipation for the agony but found none as his form morphed into that of a giant bruin.

  Fenrir placed some folded towels on Valemon’s back and lifted Rachel up on top of them. “There, now she won’t get her blood all over your shiny white fur, you vain bastard,” he said with a smirk.

  Valemon turned around and let out a rancid cloud of flatulence in Fenrir’s general direction and shambled out of the cave, leaving the wolf man coughing and laughing at the same time. Freyja rolled her eyes and looked up at Rachel. “Boys...”

  Rachel smiled at the goddess that saved her life. “Thank you so much for all of this, Freyja.”

  “No need to thank me. This is my atonement for not acting as soon as Angrboda decided to throw her temper tantrum,” Freyja explained.

  Fenrir overcame his fit of laughter and coughing and changed into his natural form of a massive dire wolf. “This way,” he said through his muzzle.

  Valemon followed the gigantic black wolf through the forest, taking great care as to not knock Rachel off his back as she cradled their infant son. After an hour, the sharp tang of the sea reached his sensitive nostrils. He poked his head out from between two massive fir trees and saw a grey gravel beach.

  Fenrir shifted into his human form and lifted Rachel down from Valemon’s broad back. Valemon then shifted back into his human form and looked at Freyja.

  “What are we waiting for?” he asked.

  “A ride. Just be patient,” she said.

  The sound of a motor was heard off in the distance. It grew louder and louder as they waited on the misty shore. Valemon saw the nose of a fishing boat cut through the thick mist that covered the beach.

  “HEYO!” the captain called out. “Heard you guys needed a ride back home?” The man was none other than the same captain that had ferried Rachel to the isolated island where she started this crazy adventure.

  “Father!” Freyja called out. “Thank you for coming!”

  Fenrir smiled. “That’s Njord. Freyja's dad and lord of the sea.”

  Rachel stood there, amazed, as she stared at the blonde haired captain. “That’s the guy who took me to that island!” she exclaimed. “The one where we
met, but didn’t really meet because you were a bear at the time and I was like...”

  Valemon nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”

  “Hey girl!” Njord greeted. “Long time no see! Sorry I can’t get any closer,” he hollered. “The water isn’t too deep, though.”

  Freyja stayed on the shore with Fenrir. “You two go home. We’re fine here,” she said with tears in her bright blue eyes. “You know how to get in touch with me if you need me.”

  Fenrir nodded. “This is my home, well, my second home anyway. You three go on and have a good life. You have my word that no more of my children will ever bother you again.”

  With that, Valemon scooped Rachel and the baby up in his powerful arms and began to wade out to the boat.

  “Hey!” Freyja called out. “You never told me what you plan on naming him!”

  Valemon smiled and looked down at his sleeping son. “Yngvi”

  Freyja’s eyes overflowed. “That’s perfect!”

  “I hope you agree,” he asked Rachel.

  “I think it’s a beautiful name for him,” she replied as she nestled her head against Valemon’s muscular chest. “Let’s go home before your lower half freezes off.”

  Valemon laughed a hearty laugh as he waded towards the waiting fishing boat. He lifted Rachel’s slight form over his head to the waiting sea god and climbed up the ladder. He stood on the deck and waved to Freyja and Fenrir as Njord gunned the engine and steamed off towards the horizon.

  THE END

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  BOOK THREE

  THE DRAGON'S

  SURROGATE

  ANGELA FOXXE

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental.

  Copyright 2015 ANGELA FOXXE

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  About This Book

  When Tasha applied to be surrogate mother for a wealthy client she was just seeking a huge payout for 9 months of work but she was set to get much more than she bargained for.

  Tasha had no idea that her client was not even human. He was actually a dragon shifter who desired an heir to carry on his bloodline.

  This was an arrangement that was not without its complexities but the reward made it more than worth her while.

  However, the situation became even more complex when Tasha finally came to face to face with her client and discovered that he was the most handsome man she had ever met in her life and he was about to steal her heart....

  If you like Paranormal Romances to have a thrilling edge to them and to be full of action, adventure and love-making then you will LOVE “The Dragon's Surrogate”.

  Chapter One

  Tasha wasn’t afraid of looking at herself in the mirror when she was naked. It was something that very few women could confess to being okay with. The hardest thing for most women was looking at themselves when they were stripped bare of anything that could accentuate or distract from where they had flaws. But not Tasha. No, when Tasha looked in the mirror, she was content with what she saw and was extremely satisfied. She worked hard for this body to look this good. She looked at her reflection and drank in every aspect, turning and admiring her back and her ass, looking down her legs and making sure that there wasn’t a single flaw that she could see

  It hadn’t been cheap, but she was there.

  And just in the nick of time.

  Drying her hair and feeling the ache of her muscles, she knew there was nothing she loved more than sculpting her body, perfecting it. She wanted to be the best of her possible self. There was no doubt in her mind that she could achieve that goal. She believed that everyone had the ability to be mold and hone their body to perfection.

  When she was in high school, Tasha Roland knew that she was beautiful. She was the girl that the boys would steal glances at and write her secret admirer notes, hiding them in her locker when she wasn’t looking. It was almost daily that she would find herself receiving an email from a secret admirer on Facebook who would keep their identity a secret. She didn’t mind it in middle school, but eventually, in high when high school, she grew tired of the attention. She grew tired of the boys who would constantly flirt with her, expecting her to give them the attention that they wanted—hungered.

  Instead, she was more interested in being the best that she could be. She liked getting the best grades possible in classes, but eventually, that became easy. It was just a series of facts that she had to memorize. She looked at grades as a system that she could figure out simply enough. It was easy for her to figure out everything if she put her mind to it.

  Sculpting her body was a lot more difficult. She knew that the world was always about physical beauty, regardless of what others said. People would always say that a woman was capable of anything she put her mind to, but Tasha knew that a pretty face and a pretty body was all the advantage that a woman needed to get ahead of everyone else. Eventually, she was going to need more than the ability to memorize facts and systems. She knew that she was going to need the leading edge that beauty would give her.

  So, Tasha started going to the gym when she was in high school and never looked back. She spent more time perfecting herself and sharpening her mind. It wasn’t long until everyone started to realize that there was something more to Tasha Roland than the others at her high school.

  She was the kind of person who was going places, and everyone wanted to follow. They wanted to see where she was going. That made her feel good inside, but no amount of admiration and validation from others would make her feel good about herself. No, Tasha wanted to accomplish things on her own merit. She wanted to be the very best that she truly was.

  She packed her sports bra, and the rest of her gym clothes, her towel, and all of her products into her duffle bag. She started to dress herself, pulling on a tank top and slipping on a pair of tight shorts. She could see her nipples in the mirror and smiled at the sight of them poking up in her shirt. There was no way that she was going to bother covering them up or put on a bra. She was going to go home and get dressed again anyway. Besides, she’d give the old men and the gym rats something to admire as she left. Pulling back her dark hair into a ponytail, she slipped on her gym shoes.

  As she headed out of the bathroom, she looked at the men who turned their heads to get a glimpse at her. Everyone at this gym either knew her or they were aware of the dark haired goddess that came here to work out. She was the gym’s eye candy and while there were a lot of other women here who were extremely gorgeous, it was Tasha who drew all of the looks, stole them away from those that were leering at the other patrons of the gym. She felt triumphant when she walked through the gym. She had accomplished everything that she wanted and enjoyed the attention, which told her that she had succeeded in her plans.

  Slipping on her sunglasses and gripping her keys, she stepped out into the sunlight and walked to her car. Her tan skin was kissed by the sunlight and the warmth, letting her know that she was alive and almost to the finish line. She was reaching the point where she would succeed with everything that she had dreamed of.

  The fertility clinic had told her everything that she needed to know right up front. She was fertile and she was ready to hold a child. Soon, she was going to be the wealthiest woman that she had ever known and all she had to give up was nine months. For what Tasha was going for, most people gave up their entire lives to own a fraction of the number she was about to earn. It was only a matter of time. Just a few more days.

  Stepping into her car, she closed the door and headed toward home.

  *

  “This is wrong,” her father said with a shake of his head. There was nothing he liked about this. There was nothing about this entire affair that he appreciated. For some reason, he couldn’t get behind what it was that she was doing. He was the kind of man
who had worked his entire life at an insurance company, finding customers who would save him from the threat of mortgage, bills, and other things that ate up money like it was candy. It was hard for her father, but he spent his entire time looking for something that would save his family, but at a cost. He would always keep things in check and according to his noble and strange principles. Everything about him was taken into consideration under the rosy lenses of his virtuous glasses.

  “I’m tired of talking about it,” Tasha said with a somber, serious tone.

  “Well, I’m not,” her father said sternly.

  She didn’t want to hear about it again. All she had done was listen to him telling her that he thought it was morally and ethically wrong. She supposed that it was probably hard for him to comprehend that soon, his daughter was going to be wealthier than he was without struggling and toiling at a desk for decades. It probably disturbed him that his daughter was going to be a millionaire in just a matter of months. Looking at everything before him, she knew that he was having a hard time coming to terms with everything that was happening.

  “Dan, leave her alone,” Tasha’s mother said in a soft voice.

  All of Tasha’s beauty had come from her mother, but it was easy to see that Tasha surpassed her. For the past three years, Tasha had been surpassing all of their expectations. Well, maybe not her father’s.

  Since graduating college, Tasha only had a few part-time jobs, living at home and making the most of everything that her parents had to offer, biding her time for the right moment. As far as she was concerned, college had done more than give her a piece of paper to hang on her wall. She didn’t want to climb the corporate ladder. She wanted to take care of herself and she wanted to bide her time until there was a perfect opportunity. Patience and caution had bought her all the time she needed and now it was time for her to reap the benefits.