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  Table of Contents

  Summary

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Thank You!

  About the Author

  Also by Mychal Daniels

  Dragon’s Curvy Invader

  Mychal Daniels

  Wise Mind Media

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  Contents

  Summary

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Thank You!

  About the Author

  Also by Mychal Daniels

  Summary

  Dragon’s Curvy Invader

  Mychal Daniels

  Earth was supposed to be the best place to lay low. That is, until she discovered the Dragon’s Lair Sanctuary.

  Dr. Amber Chastain has a problem—her credibility is shot and she’s running out of time and money. Determined to find evidence of extraterrestrial life based on proprietary technology she’s developed; her findings land her smack dab in rural South Georgia.

  Without an assistant, money, or access to a local lab, Dr. Amber finds herself making it work in the field.

  Noran isn’t the leader of the clan, but he’s not about to let some human female discover the Alien Dragon’s Earth Sanctuary either. Determined to lead the pesky woman away from their lands, he launches nightly shows in flight in hopes of leading her away from their lands.

  He’s not prepared for how tenacious the woman is when he’s injured during a perfect storm of lightning and an unexpected and particularly large night drone.

  Too injured to protest, Noran is forced to reveal where he lives. Dr. Amber is hell-bent and set on making her findings of “real extraterrestrials” known, no matter what he says.

  Trying to speed up his healing time, keep her from finding the others of his clan, telling the world about him, and keeping his mating lust down for her is more than a Dragon should have to endure.

  Will Dr. Amber be able to stick to her plan to tell the world about Noran when each moment her heart falls deeper for the gorgeous Alien Dragon?

  For the first time in her life, she’s in control and it’s way harder than she could have ever imagined. Does she report her findings to get the recognition, reputation, fame, money and prestige that will come with such a finding? Or, does she give into her heart, remain silent, leave the one being alone that her heart’s drawn to and give him the peace she knows he deserves?

  Find out in Dragon’s Curvy Invader by USA Today Bestselling Author, Mychal Daniels.

  1

  Dr. Amber Chastain—Rural Lower Georgia region, USA

  Thwack, thwack!

  Precise in location and with the optimal amount of power, Dr. Amber Chastain's hand confronted the metal housing of her makeshift electromagnetic signature tracker.

  "Not tonight. We have too much work to do for that."

  She cooed at the device, hoping it and the power needed to run it would last until the end of her research and data gathering expedition.

  Amber Chastain, Ph.D. in dual disciplines as a Neurobiological Psychologist that leaned toward the Paranormal and possessing a coveted doctorate in Bioelectromagnetic Medicine, wasn't going to let her recent setback stop her. Alone at night in this sparse thicket of raw land in what could best be called Behind-God's-Back Rural lower Georgia, she was determined to follow the evidence and show her colleagues who would go down in history as right. That would be her, of course.

  A glance at the Doctor's surroundings allowed the slightest tinge of regret to zing and hurt her hard-won pride.

  Amber had been reduced to living in a decommissioned security and courier van she’d gotten at a large equipment auction. A self-funded budget small enough to make one of those new software startups with no backers look like the lap of luxury had Amber getting creative to continue her research. She’d show them all. Amber’s determination knew no bounds. When she won the highest accolades using only her own skills and research, she’d be sure to tell all her colleagues to suck it and then go fuck themselves.

  The hodgepodge of equipment and living necessities littered about the van would all be worth it in the long run. That’s the mantra she told herself. Yes, it would all pay off soon, she knew it. Sitting in this oven, baking in the Georgia night air, when she produced her ground-breaking discovery with hard evidence, would be her commanding victory.

  Her body, swollen from the heat, tried to compensate as streams of sweat ran down her back. Amber tried her best to ignore the loud thumping of her heightened blood pressure that resounded in her head. Maybe she should have gotten a professional to properly vent the vehicle before taking it out here on a prolonged camping trip in rural Georgia.

  In an attempt to stay on the hunt for what her preliminary research had hinted, Amber embarked on a quest of epic proportions. It had taken a month of renovations to convert the almost military-grade reinforced vehicle, but she’d done it. Mostly done alone, thank you very much, this makeshift research lab and a will to win had Amber here in the hot darkness waiting. Only now this van might be the death of her if the heat didn’t let up.

  Smack!

  The sound of her sweaty palm assaulting her neck in the darkness was loud and symbolic of the pain she endured in the name of science. A mosquito, ant, tick, or some other God-awful creature was going to be the death of her. The fact that she’d made it a week surviving with minimal creature comforts was a testament to all those girl scout wilderness expeditions in the back of a kind adult’s backyard. Girl Scouts for the win and along with a shout out to Mrs. Henderson and troupe 291.

  The converted van that now served as her home and research lab was cramped and if she were honest, musty, miserable, and hot.

  "I know, not the most optimal of conditions. I’m hot too.” The sigh that left her was loud and a bit annoying even to her, but she was too far into this to turn bac
k now. As if reasoning with a wayward child, Amber tried again. “Trust me, I'd love to have a palatial setup too, but we both need to make this work. Please, do this for mama,” she cooed again, giving the machine a gentler pat.

  The electronic signature tracker wheezed again, threatening to conk out. Not willing to spare even a passing thought of defeat, Amber gave the machine a side eye.

  "Sorry for the love taps, but we can rest after I collect this data."

  It was stupid--talking to a machine of her own Frankenstein machinations, but to whom else was she going to speak? The relationship she had with this and her other inventions bordered on the relationship that guy had with a volleyball in that movie, Castaway.

  When she won the top honors of the Physics, Medical, Psychology, and Science worlds, all this would have been worth it. Visions of prestige, reputation, and the lofty accolades that came from publishing breakthrough research that would force her colleagues to give her outstanding peer reviews danced about her thoughts. The effect produced that euphoric feeling Amber always got when following this yellow brick road to an alternate reality she was bound and determined to manifest.

  She could see it now. Interviews with the top publications and her name bandied about for prizes and awards would show them all. Who'd care or ask about the Spartan conditions she'd endured?

  Amber was prepared to conduct field research and prove what everyone else with any sense of scientific intelligence ignored. She'd substantiate her claims that an invisible world coexisted with ours and that it was just as real and most likely more powerful too. Yes, she'd prove this and douse the idea that she was a panic attack prone hack of a scientist.

  Heavy thoughts of how she'd been shamed and forced out of her job snatched Amber back to the present. Nothing redeemed anyone better than successful action. Not missing a beat after getting the boot from her dream position, Amber took the highest risk to put everything into continuing her research. All her money went toward the purchase of this old van, converting it into a lab and living space and gathering what equipment she could afford. Now, she was out here in the rural wilderness set to make history.

  "Greatness favors the brave," she said, allowing the whispered pep talk to bolster her resolve to continue. "Keep it cool, like you've been doing, and it's all yours."

  Extreme lengths would be an understatement as to how careful Amber had been in getting to this secluded location. So, what if she hadn't gone through proper channels to secure a permit to research this area? After her hypothesis and initial findings were proved accurate, Amber would be the toast of the scientific community. It would be better to get forgiveness with a win behind her than to have been told no with no status as a reputable scientist, backing of a powerful company sponsor, or money to pay any concocted fees that might try to stop her. Plus, she'd been here, hold up for eight days and nights straight with no interference from any local authorities. That had to be a good sign that her quest was to be a success.

  Amber allowed the thoughts to continue to bolster her intentions to stay out here in the remote darkness until she'd confirmed with complete certainty whether or not her findings were valid.

  Maybe the local authorities didn't dare come here for the nightly show of what most might consider "weirdness" that happened in these clear, dark skies that held so much mystery and possible earth-shattering secrets.

  "Ouch," that bite rivaled a shot with a long thick needle. The mosquitos were getting bigger and bolder. Being the blood bank for these demented little vermin was payment enough for whatever the locals might demand as restitution if she were breaking any laws being here. "Argh--it's September. What did I ever do to deserve this stifling heat and mosquito torture?"

  Muggy, thick, harsh, and host to millions of little blood-suckers, hot Georgia air intruded on every exposed space of her person in the interior of the blistering van. A quick shake to evict the whining and complaining thoughts that threatened to take over had her tuning into her surroundings. A low deep rumble, distant but sure rippled through the atmosphere.

  The threat of a thunderstorm on the horizon did little to negate the atmospheric misery she endured. Another shake of the head to bring her back to center and Amber was back to paying attention to her equipment and data. Quick notations were made to register the information coming in from the approaching storm.

  Sticky and hot, she took a moment to wipe down with another moistened towelette. The artificial citrus scent from the towelettes filled the cabin with a sweet smell that bordered on sickening but not enough to override the musky smell that only came from a human body being outdoors for days. If anyone saw her living conditions at the moment, she'd be carted off to the nearest hospital for observations. It looked like a dump, full of makeshift equipment and her essential living needs. Lean times called for lean measures, though.

  To conserve fuel and the vehicle's battery, Amber had refrained from running the air condition as much as possible. The energy collected from two solar panels on the top of the van ran her electronics--especially at night when most of the activity occurred.

  It was only one day past when she'd said she'd go to the closest town to find a place to shower and properly groom herself. Right now, was go time. Neither a pansy or a priss, Amber had taken her punches and rebounded by going into the field.

  Did Jane Goodall allow the lack of comfort to keep her from her field research? Dr. Jane had been out there with her beloved primates for years. Amber could handle this. She was good for a least a month, right? A quick glance over to the small space that served as her kitchen revealed that her rations were down to days, not weeks.

  In the field with little money, no assistant, and a dogged determination to miss nothing, she was roughing it, camping style. Living off of food that would make a prepper proud and a few five-gallon jugs of drinking water, Amber had to admit she'd amazed herself with how diligent she was to continue her research in the field. She might be alone, with little to no real resources or backup plans if something went wrong, but by gosh she also wouldn't have to share the accolades if her findings proved correct.

  A quick sniff and she had to admit that she was beyond ripe. Those daily wipe downs with moistened towelettes weren't doing the job to replace her need for a hot shower. Her Eau de Toilet of Funk must be an aphrodisiac for the local mosquito and fly population for the action it got her.

  Buzzing neared her ear, as Amber swatted again, with as much force as the other hundred million times before.

  "Ugh. Stop it. Can't you see I've got no more blood to give?" She swatted the moist air a few more times hoping to clear a path of peaceful existence in the cramped space of her van.

  Buzzing sounds increased, this time making a direct path to her nose.

  "Oh, so you want to take it there, do you?"

  Another swat and her laptop almost hit the unforgiving metal floor of the van. Catching the most precious piece of her research in time before it crashed, Amber sobered enough to forget about the bugs and concentrate on the work at hand.

  In her clutched armed was the invaluable laptop that not only held all her data and expensive software, but it also was the last link to backdoor access to her former employer--The Biomedical Electromagnetic Group (BMEG). Thankful for the oversight from those uptight ass wipes, she trod as stealthily as possible. Under the company's radar, she accessed all the sites and subscriptions she'd needed to continue her research. Every time she made a successful run on their databases and repositories of information, Amber had to laugh.

  For these to be some of the brightest thinkers of this generation, most of them were ignorant, short-sighted morons when it came to ingenious hustle. Yeah, she'd use everything she could get her hands on that they so carelessly offered. It served them right--no remorse on her part.

  As the only woman of color scientist at the company, she'd prided herself on being above all the shenanigans she endured, giving the guys she worked with the benefit of the doubt due to their excessive dweeb geek v
ibes. Amber reasoned they didn't spend enough time with the opposite sex to understand that what they thought of as harmless fun was sexist, and in many cases, culturally insensitive behavior. She made it a point to never coast near the "R" word, but some of the pranks and jokes that were pulled on her qualified, as she thought and processed her experience in hindsight.

  Three weeks and they still hadn't turned off her subscriptions to the expensive scholarly and professional databases. This bit of grace was the least they could do in repayment for the way they'd tossed her off her project and out on her ass from the company.

  The bastards.

  Clutching the laptop like it was more valuable than a rare treasure, she resettled her focus to get ready to collect more data.

  Each night the phenomena of events were increasing. Each day she spent the time refining her data and moving in closer to what she hoped was the source of the electromagnetic disturbances. Over the last week, she'd used the field data to narrow the size of the area down from miles to acres. Sitting here in a sparsely forested area of woods, she'd localized the activity to less than a few acres.

  Whoosh!

  Forceful and powerful enough to rock the van, the impact had her tumbling to the floor as she sacrificed her shoulder to protect her laptop from a collision with the hard surface.

  "No, no, no--I need that spike in data." Scrambling back to the chair in front of her small workstation, Amber opened the laptop, plugged it back into her bank of data collecting machinery and crossed fingers in the hope of getting this latest reading.