Taken (Dragon Shifter Menage Paranormal Romance) (Dragon Princes Of Endor Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

brown hair has never been what I'd call soft. 
    After I get out of the bath, I wrap myself in a thick robe hanging on the wall. The plush material wicks the water away from my skin. Standing in front of the door, I place my hand at about the same place Uria had. To my relief, the door clicks open. For a second I was afraid I'd be trapped in the bathroom.
    Out in the main chamber, I find Uria standing beside my closet. The curtains are drawn back, and I can see dozens of dresses within. I peer inside, my feet damp on the warm stone floor.
    "This color would suit you, my lady," Uria pulls a creamy yellow dress from the rack. The bodice is covered in intricate violet embroidery with many of the same patterns I saw on in the cave in Montana. I run my finger over the thread, musing for a moment on the shapes.
    "What are these designs?" I ask Uria. She looks up at me and that "you're an idiot" look flashes over her face. She gets it together and smiles.
    "These are the symbols of your race, lady. Of the dragon born."
    "Oh," I say, actually feeling like an idiot. Why they believe I'm a dragon princess is beyond me. Even the maid is in on it.
    "I beg your pardon, my lady,” Uria starts. “But what happened to you?"
    "I don't know, Uria. I don't know. I seriously doubt that I'm this dragon princess person. But everyone keeps telling me I am."
    "The great wizard Gizmel is never wrong."
    "I'll take your word for it," I say, skeptically. There is a first time for everything, and I'm betting the great wizard is wrong about me.
    She helps me into the dress and works on my hair. The dress, while beautiful, is about a foot too long for me. Uria spends the next twenty minutes patiently hemming the thing at my feet.
    When she's finished with the dress, she works on my face, applying the Endor version of makeup. When she puts it on, it just seems like fragrant oil, but when I see myself in the mirror, I look like I've been to a salon.
    My long brown hair cascading down my back in perfect ringlets while my round face has been expertly contoured into something pleasing. Usually, I just look pudgy and tired. Now, I am beginning to look the part of a princess.
    Uria has lined my eyes with black eyeliner and covered the lids with cocoa-colored shadow. It brings out the swirling, changeable hazel of my irises. My cheeks look high and pink and my skin is clear and golden tan. I actually look...beautiful. I'm stunned. I've never seen myself looking so feminine.
    "Wow," is all I can say.
    "Your ladyship is pleased?"
    "You are some kind of miracle worker, Uria. Jeez. You missed your calling as a cosmetologist."
    "What?"
    "Never mind."
    The door swishes open, and I turn to see Trav enter the room.

Chapter Six
    He's wearing a black tunic embroidered with thick silver thread. It comes to mid-hip. Underneath, he's wearing tight leather pants and knee-high leather boots. The way his clothes fit, I can see the contours of his body better than ever before. My eyes wonder over his impressive form.
    He's so tall and broad, I almost feel like he sucks all the light out of the room and devours it in his glowing green eyes. My eyes wonder over his defined chest, slim waist and down... The leather pants he is wearing leave little the imagination. My eyes snap back up to his face, and my mouth drops open. Prince Trav is hung like a horse and then some. Holy crap. He expects me to mate with him when he's working with that?
    He looks at me with his constantly pained expression, which is something between impatience and rage. I gulp as goosebumps break out over my skin.
    "This is an improvement," Trav says, inspecting me. He strides toward me and takes my hand, lifting me from my chair. I glance at Uria as if the servant can somehow save me from this monster of a man. She can't, of course, she's in on this whole "you're a princess destined to choose one of the dragon princes" game everyone around here is playing.
    I follow Trav out of the room for the first time since