November 30, 2025 • 10 mins
Hello my lovelies! I have a special episode for you today! As you may know, I wrote the latest season of Choose for Tenth Muse Studio. The writer of the first season was the incredibly talented Cassie Alexander, and she has a new podcast. It’s a shifter romance titled Dragon Prince of the Other Worlds, and it will be released daily. It’s a slow burn but wow does it get hot!
Here is the first episode. I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I do.
Here's a link to subscribe!
Way to go, Cassie!
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/roxy-s-erotic-whispers--6561938/support.
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Here is the first episode. I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I do.
Here's a link to subscribe!
Way to go, Cassie!
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/roxy-s-erotic-whispers--6561938/support.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hello, my love Leves. I have a special episode for
you today. As you may know, I wrote the latest
season of Choose for tenth MU Studio. The writer of
the first season was the incredibly talented Cassie Alexander, and
she has a new podcast. It's a shift of romance
titled Dragon Prince of the Other Worlds and it will
(00:23):
be released daily. It's a slow burn, but wow does
it get hot. Here's the first episode of the first season,
Dragon Called, and I'm sure you'll love it as much
as I do. I'll include a link to subscribe in
the description who Way to Go? Cassie?
Speaker 2 (00:46):
Dragon Called a slow burn, sexy paranormal romance written by
Carl Lockhart and Cassie Alexander, read for you by Victoria may.
Speaker 1 (01:01):
Hi. This is Cassie Alexander and welcome to chapter one.
Speaker 2 (01:07):
While waiting for the bus Andrew Young Law, Andy had
plenty of time to consider that answering an overnight help
wanted add online may not have been the world's best idea,
But it wasn't like her student loans were going to
pay themselves. She was already working nights at the County Hospital.
And then there was the whole thing with her idiot
brother's bail. Danny had gotten into stupid situations before, but
(01:31):
she never thought he'd run out on her, miss his
court date and leave her stuck with a ten thousand
dollars bail bond. So what was another shift or two?
Who needed sleep? Anyhow, sleep was definitely overrated. She took
a pair of thick, black plastic framed glasses out of
her coat pocket and put them on. She had perfect vision,
(01:54):
but she knew from experience glasses on Asian girls made
people think she was either super smart or super sheltered,
both of which had worked in her favor. Before the
bus came, picked her up and deposited her as far
as it would go across town. At the bus stop
outside the Briars Country Club, its ominously thorned wrought irongate
(02:16):
made her glad. She knew when her last tetanus shot was.
She pulled out her phone to text the mysterious number
that said she'd gotten the job in the first place.
I'm here, she texted, five minutes early, no less. She
took off her glasses, which turned out to be quite
dirty from under use, and fogged them with her breath
to wipe them down. She'd never been this closed the
(02:38):
BCC before. There was never any point when she was
most definitely not, nor would ever be a member, But
working at her glasses stopped her from staring at her phone.
The person who'd given her the number when she'd gotten
the job had claimed to be Damien Blackwood's secretary. Andy
found that hard to believe. What on earth would Damien
(03:00):
Blackwood need a private nurse for one night for, or
perhaps the better question for whom She'd talked to an
ambulance transport nurse once who'd gotten paid for an entire
day to follow around a Saudi prince in his rig,
So she might be getting paid just to watch someone breathe,
barring an assassination attempt, which sounded lucrative and exciting, but
(03:22):
she'd never get to tell anyone about it, not even
her roommate Sammy, because they'd made her sign a non
disclosure agreement, and then the text that had told her
when to be here had made it clear that this
assignment was no questions asked, which would be hard because
questions were like her thing had to be because secrets
(03:44):
could kill you, Asking questions saved lives. Andy ran an
aggressive thumbnail over the glass's left lens, trying to scrape
off a streak, and found a scratch too deep to ignore.
She should have tried these on at home and brought
one of her her other half dozen pairs. She sighed
and pocketed them, returning to her phone to check the time,
(04:06):
and now they, whoever they were, were late. Maybe this
was all just an elaborate hoax. She crossed her arms
in the dark, turning her back on the gates and
the mansions behind them. She hated thinking like that, because
she knew the slightly paranoid anxiety that made her an
excellent nurse was a double edged sword when it came
(04:28):
to life coping skills. But it stopped her from getting
into the Subaru Sti that Dannid borrowed from a friend
the last time she'd seen him, which stopped her from
getting her prints in his freshly stolen car. Andy checked
the time again, then jumped as the heavy gates behind
her began to fold in on themselves, thorns disappearing like
(04:50):
at the end of Sleeping Beauty. An all black car
in the make she didn't recognize pulled up, but she
realized it was for her as it parked and a
driver in a suit emerged. He was breathtaking, a Caucasian
man with black hair, strong nose and chin, full lips,
(05:10):
and piercing light brown eyes that appeared almost golden. The
crisp black suit made him look sharp, but he didn't
need it, which led to thinking about what he might
look like without it, which was not appropriate right now,
but Andy couldn't help herself. He was injuriously handsome, the
kind of hot you'd do a double take for and
(05:31):
wind up getting hit by an oncoming bus you hadn't noticed,
and hot enough that there was no way he didn't
know it. She more than knew his type, and she
steeled herself to give him no response. Miss gnaw, he asked.
As he opened the passenger door for her. He actually
pronounced her last name right, which was also sexy as hell,
(05:53):
Just Andy, she corrected him, getting into the back seat
and scooting over. He took a moment to stare at her,
and she felt a low hipped thump of desire, which
she concealed with a tight smile. Of course, he agreed,
giving her a slight nod and a much warmer smile
as he closed her door. He took the driver's seat
again and looped the black car around to pull back
(06:16):
behind the gates of the briers like a tide. She
had no idea what kind of car she was in,
but she had a feeling that Danny would lust for it.
The interior leather felt buttery, and the drive was certainly
a lot smoother than a city boss. Too bad. The
whole having a driver thing made her uncomfortable. Admittedly, she
(06:36):
couldn't drive, so she really did need one, but her
last boyfriend hadn't even opened her door for her on
their first date, and Josh had definitely not looked like that,
andy girl. You need to have fun and get out more,
she could hear Umi gently chastising her in her head,
and right after that her roommate Sammy adding, and you
(06:58):
need to get laid. He was willing to admit that
both those things might be true, but nothing like that
would happen tonight. So we are going to Blackwood to state,
she asked the driver, trying to make innocent conversation. As
the car rose in the hills, she glanced up at
the rear view, waiting for him to respond, and realized
(07:18):
the defiant blue streak in her black hair was showing
shitchit shit. She hadn't gotten into nurse mode yet, but
it was time. Her hands reached up and wound her
hair into a practiced bun that hid the color. We
are indeed, said the driver, not taking his eyes off
the road. Do you know who? I'll be taken care of?
(07:39):
This made him look back at her in the rear view,
brow lifted in amusement. Someone who needs your help, clearly,
Andy groaned on the inside. That's a little vague. Would
you prefer to hear that? I'm not at liberty to say?
His tone was clearly teasing. No, not really, Andy rolled
(07:59):
her eyes once again. Hot did not equal charming. So
what's he like? Who? The driver asked, overly oblivious. You
know who? Come on, she said, leaning forward in the
car to talk to him between the front seats. Damien.
She googled him, obviously, but that hadn't told her much.
(08:22):
The Blackwoods were old money wrote over on the Mayflower
style stocks yachts islands, but it seemed like no one
had taken a picture of the man since he turned
thirty twenty years ago. And what makes you think he'd
be involved with the hiring of temporary staff, the driver asked,
twisting to smirk back at her. So much for blue
(08:43):
collar solidarity. Andy sank back into her seat and loosened
her scarf. Right, So, is there anything you can tell
me about this gig? Or do you just do as
he says? No questions asked, she said, in a tone
of voice that mocked the text she'd gone. Hm, asking
too many questions of the Blackwoods is generally a bad policy,
(09:06):
he said, in a cautionary tone. Or of anyone really
too bad? That's like half my job, Andy muttered beneath
her breath, then more loudly said, no questions. Huh, sounds
like a great person to work for. The car took
a swooping right turn. Just do what you're told and
you'll be fine. Yes, of course, she clipped. Good help
(09:29):
didn't gossip, and that was all she'd be. She wasn't
getting paid to be curious. The driver swung left without
turning on his turn signal, and she swayed with the car.
The road rose as it curved, zigging and zagging up
the side of a hill. She twisted to look behind
her and caught a view of the city below, all
(09:50):
lit up like a rippled sheet of gold includ
Hello, my love Leves. I have a special episode for
you today. As you may know, I wrote the latest
season of Choose for tenth MU Studio. The writer of
the first season was the incredibly talented Cassie Alexander, and
she has a new podcast. It's a shift of romance
titled Dragon Prince of the Other Worlds and it will
(00:23):
be released daily. It's a slow burn, but wow does
it get hot. Here's the first episode of the first season,
Dragon Called, and I'm sure you'll love it as much
as I do. I'll include a link to subscribe in
the description who Way to Go? Cassie?
Speaker 2 (00:46):
Dragon Called a slow burn, sexy paranormal romance written by
Carl Lockhart and Cassie Alexander, read for you by Victoria may.
Speaker 1 (01:01):
Hi. This is Cassie Alexander and welcome to chapter one.
Speaker 2 (01:07):
While waiting for the bus Andrew Young Law, Andy had
plenty of time to consider that answering an overnight help
wanted add online may not have been the world's best idea,
But it wasn't like her student loans were going to
pay themselves. She was already working nights at the County Hospital.
And then there was the whole thing with her idiot
brother's bail. Danny had gotten into stupid situations before, but
(01:31):
she never thought he'd run out on her, miss his
court date and leave her stuck with a ten thousand
dollars bail bond. So what was another shift or two?
Who needed sleep? Anyhow, sleep was definitely overrated. She took
a pair of thick, black plastic framed glasses out of
her coat pocket and put them on. She had perfect vision,
(01:54):
but she knew from experience glasses on Asian girls made
people think she was either super smart or super sheltered,
both of which had worked in her favor. Before the
bus came, picked her up and deposited her as far
as it would go across town. At the bus stop
outside the Briars Country Club, its ominously thorned wrought irongate
(02:16):
made her glad. She knew when her last tetanus shot was.
She pulled out her phone to text the mysterious number
that said she'd gotten the job in the first place.
I'm here, she texted, five minutes early, no less. She
took off her glasses, which turned out to be quite
dirty from under use, and fogged them with her breath
to wipe them down. She'd never been this closed the
(02:38):
BCC before. There was never any point when she was
most definitely not, nor would ever be a member, But
working at her glasses stopped her from staring at her phone.
The person who'd given her the number when she'd gotten
the job had claimed to be Damien Blackwood's secretary. Andy
found that hard to believe. What on earth would Damien
(03:00):
Blackwood need a private nurse for one night for, or
perhaps the better question for whom She'd talked to an
ambulance transport nurse once who'd gotten paid for an entire
day to follow around a Saudi prince in his rig,
So she might be getting paid just to watch someone breathe,
barring an assassination attempt, which sounded lucrative and exciting, but
(03:22):
she'd never get to tell anyone about it, not even
her roommate Sammy, because they'd made her sign a non
disclosure agreement, and then the text that had told her
when to be here had made it clear that this
assignment was no questions asked, which would be hard because
questions were like her thing had to be because secrets
(03:44):
could kill you, Asking questions saved lives. Andy ran an
aggressive thumbnail over the glass's left lens, trying to scrape
off a streak, and found a scratch too deep to ignore.
She should have tried these on at home and brought
one of her her other half dozen pairs. She sighed
and pocketed them, returning to her phone to check the time,
(04:06):
and now they, whoever they were, were late. Maybe this
was all just an elaborate hoax. She crossed her arms
in the dark, turning her back on the gates and
the mansions behind them. She hated thinking like that, because
she knew the slightly paranoid anxiety that made her an
excellent nurse was a double edged sword when it came
(04:28):
to life coping skills. But it stopped her from getting
into the Subaru Sti that Dannid borrowed from a friend
the last time she'd seen him, which stopped her from
getting her prints in his freshly stolen car. Andy checked
the time again, then jumped as the heavy gates behind
her began to fold in on themselves, thorns disappearing like
(04:50):
at the end of Sleeping Beauty. An all black car
in the make she didn't recognize pulled up, but she
realized it was for her as it parked and a
driver in a suit emerged. He was breathtaking, a Caucasian
man with black hair, strong nose and chin, full lips,
(05:10):
and piercing light brown eyes that appeared almost golden. The
crisp black suit made him look sharp, but he didn't
need it, which led to thinking about what he might
look like without it, which was not appropriate right now,
but Andy couldn't help herself. He was injuriously handsome, the
kind of hot you'd do a double take for and
(05:31):
wind up getting hit by an oncoming bus you hadn't noticed,
and hot enough that there was no way he didn't
know it. She more than knew his type, and she
steeled herself to give him no response. Miss gnaw, he asked.
As he opened the passenger door for her. He actually
pronounced her last name right, which was also sexy as hell,
(05:53):
Just Andy, she corrected him, getting into the back seat
and scooting over. He took a moment to stare at her,
and she felt a low hipped thump of desire, which
she concealed with a tight smile. Of course, he agreed,
giving her a slight nod and a much warmer smile
as he closed her door. He took the driver's seat
again and looped the black car around to pull back
(06:16):
behind the gates of the briers like a tide. She
had no idea what kind of car she was in,
but she had a feeling that Danny would lust for it.
The interior leather felt buttery, and the drive was certainly
a lot smoother than a city boss. Too bad. The
whole having a driver thing made her uncomfortable. Admittedly, she
(06:36):
couldn't drive, so she really did need one, but her
last boyfriend hadn't even opened her door for her on
their first date, and Josh had definitely not looked like that,
andy girl. You need to have fun and get out more,
she could hear Umi gently chastising her in her head,
and right after that her roommate Sammy adding, and you
(06:58):
need to get laid. He was willing to admit that
both those things might be true, but nothing like that
would happen tonight. So we are going to Blackwood to state,
she asked the driver, trying to make innocent conversation. As
the car rose in the hills, she glanced up at
the rear view, waiting for him to respond, and realized
(07:18):
the defiant blue streak in her black hair was showing
shitchit shit. She hadn't gotten into nurse mode yet, but
it was time. Her hands reached up and wound her
hair into a practiced bun that hid the color. We
are indeed, said the driver, not taking his eyes off
the road. Do you know who? I'll be taken care of?
(07:39):
This made him look back at her in the rear view,
brow lifted in amusement. Someone who needs your help, clearly,
Andy groaned on the inside. That's a little vague. Would
you prefer to hear that? I'm not at liberty to say?
His tone was clearly teasing. No, not really, Andy rolled
(07:59):
her eyes once again. Hot did not equal charming. So
what's he like? Who? The driver asked, overly oblivious. You
know who? Come on, she said, leaning forward in the
car to talk to him between the front seats. Damien.
She googled him, obviously, but that hadn't told her much.
(08:22):
The Blackwoods were old money wrote over on the Mayflower
style stocks yachts islands, but it seemed like no one
had taken a picture of the man since he turned
thirty twenty years ago. And what makes you think he'd
be involved with the hiring of temporary staff, the driver asked,
twisting to smirk back at her. So much for blue
(08:43):
collar solidarity. Andy sank back into her seat and loosened
her scarf. Right, So, is there anything you can tell
me about this gig? Or do you just do as
he says? No questions asked, she said, in a tone
of voice that mocked the text she'd gone. Hm, asking
too many questions of the Blackwoods is generally a bad policy,
(09:06):
he said, in a cautionary tone. Or of anyone really
too bad? That's like half my job, Andy muttered beneath
her breath, then more loudly said, no questions. Huh, sounds
like a great person to work for. The car took
a swooping right turn. Just do what you're told and
you'll be fine. Yes, of course, she clipped. Good help
(09:29):
didn't gossip, and that was all she'd be. She wasn't
getting paid to be curious. The driver swung left without
turning on his turn signal, and she swayed with the car.
The road rose as it curved, zigging and zagging up
the side of a hill. She twisted to look behind
her and caught a view of the city below, all
(09:50):
lit up like a rippled sheet of gold includ
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