Gemini Kings

Gemini Kings, Copyright © 2023 Laura Navarre. All rights reserved. Interior Design by www.formatting4U.com Cover by The Killion Group No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I summon the dragon.I claim my throne.The warlocks of Icarus Academy claim me. I start my night with a heist in a Catwoman costume at a Vegas casino… and end up shifting into my dragon form for the first time ever in mid-plummet from the roof. Except I can’t actually fly. Oops. Turns out being the first dragon shifter queen to rule the witching world (while I’m simultaneously a student at the Icarus Academy) isn’t, like, a party. Especially when I go into heat. Because now I have… needs… that no warlock at the Academy can satisfy. Plus the only full-blooded male dragon shifter on the planet intends to kill all my warlocks and make me choose just him for my king. As. If. Sweet Jesus, this Maxim guy’s causing a world of trouble. Vasili and Ronin are fighting over whether to kill him or kiss him. My wolf shifter headmaster Lucius has his paws full trying to keep us all from getting expelled. And my sweet bookworm Neo needs something new we’re all afraid to give him. When a rival rises to threaten my throne, it’ll take major trust between me and all my warlocks—including that vicious dragon I’ve sworn I’ll never claim—to save us all from an assassination attack we’ll need a miracle to survive. Gemini Kings is a spicy New Adult dark witch academy why-choose paranormal romance and the sequel to Gemini Queen. This deadly duet delivers a seductive and lethal warlock court, teacher-student forbidden love, possessive alphas, enemies-to-lovers (and enemies with benefits!), first-time MM, bi awakening, explicit and extended group encounters, a satisfying climax (no cliffhanger), and enough fast-burn heat to set your Academy uniform on fire! For content notes, please visit the author’s website at www.LauraNavarreSciFi.com. Chapter One Zara You haven’t fucking lived till you’ve secretly crashed a casino czar’s X-rated bash at the Double Gemini in Vegas, dressed in a latex Catwoman costume and mask, with your hair dyed green. Like, for real. You haven’t. This is actually one adventure I could’ve lived without—and not just because my dad’s literally gonna kill me if he catches me hiding under this catsuit. Since he did take out that seven figure hit on my head. A hit he apparently never bothered to cancel. You might be thinking the concept of a psycho fuck like Mick Gemini gunning for my runaway ass would give me a cold chill or something. And it’s not like the situation makes me happy. But if I’m gonna be honest? Dear old dad’s been trying to erase me forever. Ever since I took off years ago and (the way he sees it) humiliated him in front of the whole witching world. What. Ever. These days, that whole bounty on my head just pisses me off. But the ex-lover I’ve been hunting since he betrayed me for a goddamn paycheck came here to my dad’s casino for a reason. And he’s the reason I’m here. I’m here for Xiao. I’m here because it’s payback time. I hang back and play it all casual while I track my lying backstabbing shit of an ex-lover through the poker den. The red-carpeted floor vibrates under my platform boots. A chorus of ear-piercing screams spirals over the noisy clatter and ping of the slots. Xiao lingers for a sec to watch the action, so I park my ass next to the panorama window. There I pretend to appreciate the neon blur of the Gemini’s double corkscrew coaster streaking past the eye-popping flash and sparkle of the Vegas night. But I’m pretty much the only rat in the joint who even bothers to look. This costume party’s for the tourists, and a lot of the players here at the Double Gem are regulars. The high rollers stay huddled in total absorption around the poker tables. The identical twin cocktail girls—one of my dad’s signature gimmicks—keep giggling and wiggling their drink trays and their push-up bustiers through the handsy joes placing bets on the horse racing. The rotating bar three floors up? That’s a tourist draw, packed with Gemini showgirls in carnival masks and feathers and not much more, tossing a glittering hail of Mardi Gras beads down to the looky-loos on the casino floor. Even Xiao strolls over to scope out that scene. I stroll after him. Still keeping my distance. But not for long. I’m itching to take him down. My ex is dressed for clubbing in a clingy black shirt that shows off his narrow waist and the bulging biceps under that silky skin I used to love marking with my teeth. His dark head keeps swiveling to scan his six, which tells me he’s wary as hell despite his casual clothes. And under those leather pants he’s rocking, he has an ass that stops traffic and a cock that won’t quit. Sure, he was always a decent fuck. But he’s dead to me now. He sold me out. He sold me out to my fucking father and almost got me killed by Gemini hitmen in Singapore. Besides, he’s not the guy I wanna wake up next to. Not anymore. Right on cue, Xiao prowls past the craps pit. And there’s practically an orgy going down in the mob scene jostling around the center table. That’s where the hottest guy in the whole damn joint’s getting eye-fucked