About
the Book:
Title: PIECE OF SHIFTER A Fantasy Romance (Haret Chronicles: Qilin
Book 2)
Author: Laurel Chase
Pub. Date: November 19, 2018
Publisher: Laurel Chase
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 203
I’m coming for Underbelly Circus… to burn it to the
ground.
My whole life, I’ve wished
for family but found foes instead. All this changed in a matter of days when I
met the guys from Haret - my dragon, shifter, mage, fae, merman, and vampire.
Each man has his own unique magic, and as a Qilin, I have the power to channel it.
There’s one huge problem, though.
I got my piece of dragon, but if the Ringmaster finds out, he’ll use Jack to get to us. With Underbelly controlling Jack, we don’t know who trust.
It’s time to fight the Ringmaster for everything he has.
The guys’ magic is mine for the taking, as long as I can wrap my head around the way Qilin do harems. With these gorgeous guys, that shouldn’t be hard.
I’m Carlyle Licorne, and I’m here to take back what’s mine.
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Each man has his own unique magic, and as a Qilin, I have the power to channel it.
There’s one huge problem, though.
I got my piece of dragon, but if the Ringmaster finds out, he’ll use Jack to get to us. With Underbelly controlling Jack, we don’t know who trust.
It’s time to fight the Ringmaster for everything he has.
The guys’ magic is mine for the taking, as long as I can wrap my head around the way Qilin do harems. With these gorgeous guys, that shouldn’t be hard.
I’m Carlyle Licorne, and I’m here to take back what’s mine.
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This is a steamy reverse
harem story, suitable for ages eighteen and up.
***********
Excerpt
CARLYLE
“I’ve just always been such a
nobody. It’s hard to adjust to all this savior-goddess shit,” I said, forcing a
laugh.
Kana
nodded, her eyes sympathetic. “But
the benefits have to be making it better, right? I mean, just think of all the
sex and sugar you’re getting.” Her grin grew sly again, and she jabbed my arm
with a long fingernail. “I mean, they totally should have warned you about the
mating thing. But just because you and Jack are a thing now, that doesn’t mean
you have to stop fucking anyone else. You’re a Qilin, bitch. And Qilin get what
Qilin want.”
I
felt my cheeks flush as her words sank in, mirroring the same sentiments Dair
and Killian had told me before.
I’d actually been worried about how
serious the mating bond might be - if I’d need to stop flirting with Dair and
Jai now, or stop letting Sol sneak into my thoughts and between my sheets.
“How many mates do Qilin usually
have?” I made myself ask instead, confronting the fact that I wanted more than
Jack.
“Oh, you greedy girl! I fucking love
it,” Kana said, tilting her head back in a raucous laugh. “I don’t guess
there’s a limit, but most of the ones I remember meeting or studying about had
three or so.”
I
chewed my lip. Three? I wasn’t
sure I could pick three. Ah, I was so screwed.
Just
because I’d
been given the world’s biggest candy bowl didn’t mean I had to eat so much I
got sick. I couldn’t hoard all these yummy men to myself. Could I?
There
probably wasn’t
even enough of me
to go around. How could I possibly keep more than one man happy?
“I know what you’re thinking,” Kana
warned. “And I think it’s bullshit. You take want you want, Car. You’re
probably the last fucking Qilin. Haret is just as dark a place as Underbelly -
you’re gonna need all the shields and weapons you can get. There’s none better
than those men in that house. Take them all if you want them, and make them
into your goddamn army.”
My
eyes connected with hers, and my heart began to pound as I took in the ferocity
of her gaze.
“There’s a war coming, Car. We don’t
even know the half of it yet, but I know I’m on your side, and I want you to be
as strong as you possibly can be. If those guys are offering their power, you
fucking need to take it.”
“How much power can I even hold?” My
voice had dropped to barely a whisper as our conversation took a threatening
turn.
Kana
shrugged and gazed out over the sparkling ocean. “I don’t know, but it’ll be fun to
find out, right?”
_____
SOL
I
fetched a soft washcloth and a bottle of cupcake-scented body wash I’d
bought for her earlier. Leaning over the edge of the tub, I gently scrubbed
away the blood and any remaining shreds of mattress from her body. The water
turned a light shade of pink, which would have been pretty if I hadn’t known
what was causing it.
She was fully awake by the time I was done,
and she reached over to pull the plug. Silently, we watched the pink water
drain away. I scraped up the matted bits of thread and tossed them in the
trash.
“I’m
sorry,” she whispered when I turned back to her. “I was being selfish, even
though I told myself it was for Killian.”
“I’m
actually kind of fucking impressed,” I admitted, thankful Jai wasn’t around to
hear it.
“I
am
kind of a badass,” she said, grinning up at me cheekily.
“So, are you going to join me in this tub, or am I going to have to use my
fingers to get off?”
“Oh,
fuck yes, I’m joining you,” I said, happy surprise making laughter rumble
through my chest. My sugar fix didn’t have to ask twice to get hers.
Actually, maybe I should let her use her fingers. I liked to watch sometimes, too. My
cock was already at attention, though, and I didn’t
think I could wait. I stripped out of my clothes faster than I could shift and
climbed in the tub with her.
She reached over and started the water
again before leaning back and resting her arms across the edge like a queen.
I knelt between her knees like the
supplicant I was and spread her legs wide. She propped her ankles on the edge
of the tub, and I cursed under my breath at the fucking beautiful spread before
me.
“Get
it,” she said, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
_____
JACK
The
Ringmaster surveyed me with a cold stare. “I
see you’ve kept the same body and bright, soulful blue eyes for another cycle.
Interesting,” he mocked.
I fought to keep the mage out of my mind,
but it was no use. The man giggled like a third grader.
“The
girl thought you handsome? How charming. My pet dragon desires a mate.” The
Ringmaster reached out a hand and yanked me viciously up the trailer steps and
inside, slamming the door behind me. “The only mate a dragon has is death,” he
hissed into my ear, then shoved me to the floor.
I kept my eyes down, breathing heavily and
pressing down hard on the creeping joy I felt. He’d
done a quick scan of my form, but it looked like he couldn’t tell I’d attempted
a bond with Carlyle. This was so much more than I’d hoped for.
Then doubt began to slide in, squeezing out
the joy. If the bond wasn’t noticeable to the Ringmaster, maybe it
didn’t actually exist.
Maybe our bond wasn’t
complete.
“Come,”
he said, walking to the edge of his trailer and out the back door. He strode
for a smaller side tent, and my stomach bottomed out. This was the experimental
tent - the one where new acts were tested and trialed.
The one that broke Haretians into pieces
for the Ringmaster to use to build his empire.
He held open the zippered flap with a
flourish, and I stepped in, my heart pounding in anticipation of pain. I could
take it - I’d taken it before. It would fucking suck,
but I had even more to live for now.
The sound of the heavy fabric door slapping
shut behind me triggered my anxiety even more, and a cool sweat broke out
across my brow.
“Wings
only,” the Ringmaster commanded as he circled to face me. The gleam in his eyes
made me nervous as fuck. What did he want with my wings?
“Wings,”
he repeated, shooting a lance of pain straight through my temples. It was
enough to buckle my knees, and sure enough, my wings snapped into existence.
He gripped my mind with his magic, keeping
me just at the edge of a full shift. I could have ended him in my dragon form,
but he’d never once let me show myself in full
shift inside camp.
He seemed to have a sixth sense about when
people were going to use their powers against him. He was always at least one
step ahead, like he’d been with Arcadia and countless others.
I’d often wondered if he was part vampire, since he seemed to have some of
Jai’s special techniques to go along with his own brand of mind control.
“Enter,”
the Ringmaster barked to someone behind me, and I twisted my head enough to see
two of his favorite goons entering the tent with looks of cruel anticipation
splashed on their ugly-ass faces. Well, that was just great. “Tie him.”
Before I had a chance to fight his
intentions, the two men had wrenched my wings backward at a painful angle and
tied them together with some sort of enchanted chain, wrapping the bones and
leather in awkward bundles of magic. I wouldn’t
be able to break free - all that was left to do now was wait and bear it.
“Now,
you shall have a visitor,” the Ringmaster said, a devious smile creeping across
his face. He wasn’t exactly a handsome man, but there was something charming
about him, in the way a serial killer must be charming to lure his victims
near.
“Fucking
dragon,” a silky female voice said from behind me, and I bit back a groan.
“Fucking
harpy,” I taunted back, my pride rallying one last time.
************
About Book 1:
Title: PIECE OF DRAGON A Fantasy Romance (Haret Chronicles: Qilin
Book 1)
Author: Laurel Chase
Pub. Date: October 8, 2018
Publisher: Laurel Chase
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 203
The
Ringmaster is coming… to steal me away.
For years, my odd ability to manipulate others kept
me one step ahead of the Underbelly Circus - a place nobody like me lives
through.
Everything goes to hell when a gorgeous stranger
dies right in front of me, resurrects himself as a dragon, and begs me to
follow him straight into the Underbelly beast.
He
claims I’m the lost Qilin Queen - a magical freaking unicorn.
I can smell the truth in his words, and he’s
desperate. How can I help him, if he works for my greatest enemy?
The answer comes barreling into my world when his
brothers-in-arms find me, too - lion shifter, mage, fae, merman, and vampire.
They’re all from a magical world beyond mine, and
they need me to help them find the way home.
Only
a pure Qilin can find the Path, and these six men think I’m the last one alive.
I’m Carlyle Licorne, and I’m no innocent unicorn.
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Piece of Dragon is the first in a medium-burn
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************
Excerpt
JACK
“So…
Jack, is it, this time?” the Ringmaster asked, digging his thick fingers into
my temples as I held myself still and silent. My arms were tense and pale as I
fisted my hands at my sides.
He didn’t
need to touch people to read their thoughts. The asshole just enjoyed how
concrete pain enhanced the nausea that came with him digging through my
memories.
“Interesting
choice of names for this cycle. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Something about
a candlestick, I think. Will you get burned, Jack, when you jump? You do love
to jump.”
I clenched my teeth against the growing
ache in my skull, but I didn’t flinch. I never flinched, and this was
why the Ringmaster hated me the most. He respected me for it, too, though
respect got you nowhere in the Underbelly Circus.
The Ringmaster removed his grip from my
face and slowly pulled back his invisible mental probes. Slouching back in the
ridiculous medieval throne we carried from city to city, the Ringmaster eyed me,
pinning my blue eyes with his black ones. He ran his palms down the slick silk
of his tie, straightening it. “I have another job for you. This one is
different. I need her.”
The psychotic fervor in the man’s
eyes wasn’t helping a damn bit with my nausea.
“What’s
in it for me?” I said after managing to catch enough breath to speak evenly. My
last big job had earned me a new mattress. I scrubbed at my coarse brown hair,
standing it up even more than usual in my efforts to rub away his touch.
“Unless you’re ready to set me free,” I cracked, not bothering to hide the
bitter edge of my tone.
I’d been in the Circus
long enough to forget where I was before. I’d picked a new name so many times I
couldn’t even remember my first one. None of my new identities had made a
difference, though. The Ringmaster’s tricks and powers were legendary: I’d
never escape the Underbelly Circus, and neither would any of the recruits I’d
ever been sent to retrieve.
With my unique powers, I couldn’t
even escape the Ringmaster in death. I’d simply start another cycle, right
where the last one had ended.
Immortality wasn’t
that cool if it was indentured.
The Ringmaster leaned forward and smiled at
me, cruel and slow. “If you find her and bring her back
unharmed, you can have the thing you’ll want most.”
“And
what is that?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow at his use of future tense. I
scratched at my two-day stubble, wishing we were done with this meeting
already. Out of habit, I twisted the gold ring on my thumb, its weight and
purity giving me a certain comfort that a mattress never could. “I’m resigned
to this life.”
I totally fucking wasn’t,
but it was all part of the act.
“Not
your fate.” The Ringmaster grinned wider, showing his double row of perfect
white teeth. “The girl’s.”
_____
CARLYLE
Festival
life wasn’t easy, but it was the life I’d carved for
myself after running away from foster care five years before. I was a hell of a
lot better off now than I’d ever been - no bills or commitments tying me down,
my business partner LuAnn for easy company, and enough money for gas, food, and
coffee. I could even get cotton candy whenever I wanted.
The biggest reason I kept moving, though,
was that I needed to stay one step ahead of the Ringmaster and his recruiters.
He ran the infamous Underbelly Circus, and he wanted me enough that I’d
already dodged his people twice.
My attention was drawn to a pack of guys
bouncing past my tree. They were shouting and laughing about their coming
drunken night, and I shrunk further into the shadows.
I was only here to observe the crowd - to
see, not to be seen.
Only one glanced my way, and I startled as
his golden eyes flashed and locked on mine
instantly. Damn, he was a beautiful one - all power and grace, whispers and dynamite. A small hum of appreciation escaped my lips, and I clamped my mouth shut around it.
instantly. Damn, he was a beautiful one - all power and grace, whispers and dynamite. A small hum of appreciation escaped my lips, and I clamped my mouth shut around it.
He couldn’t
possibly have heard me, but he held my gaze captive for several steps. I almost
ducked and slid behind the rough trunk to break the connection. A stare like
that was one humanity lived or died by - an instinctual challenge to either
fight or fuck.
It had been a long time since I’d
had to do one or allowed myself to do the other.
The group passed on quickly, their bravado
and excitement stinking up the air with a musk like fresh blood. To me, people’s
emotions had scents as different as fingerprints. Interpreting and manipulating
them at LuAnn’s festival booth put cash in my pocket, but these personal scents
were also a fascination - a whole different dimension of the people-watching I
loved so much.
The flame-haired guy turned his golden eyes
forward again, and I was relieved as I took one final glance at his broad
shoulders and cocky swagger. I didn’t need that temptation
tonight. I had work to do.
_____
CARLYLE
Dair
leaned back in his chair, one palm resting casually on the table, fingers
tapping in a slow back-and-forth pattern. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, and I
studied the textured vest beneath.
He was dressed for Wall Street, and I was
in a shapeless t-shirt and plain cotton underwear. I picked at my cupcake, my
appetite not very strong anymore.
“So
where’s the last guy?” I asked. I’d met Killian, Sol, and Jai. Now Dair. Jack
was hopefully not invited. That left the sixth man unaccounted for.
“I’m
supposed to tell Jai first,” Dair began, but I cut him off with a huff. Shoving
my chair back, I stood and dumped my half-eaten food in the trash. I was so
done with the secrets.
I filled a glass of water from the tap to
clear the sweetness from my mouth, suddenly not wanting any of these stories to
be true. As I stood in front of the sink, staring out the window into the misty
treeline, I heard Dair’s boots come to rest just behind me. His
body covered mine and slowly pressed into me from behind, lean and rock hard.
He bent his head down to my ear and inhaled, and we were so close I could feel
every inch of his cock hardening between us, pressing into my ass.
I knew I should stop him - and somehow I
knew he would stop, but instead I was
white-knuckling the counter just to keep from reaching back to grab his body.
“Toro
is compromised, like Jack. He’s not with the Circus, but he’s gone rogue.”
Those simple words - the act of sharing his
valuable information - heated me straight through, and I felt my core clench
with need. Again.
I gritted my teeth. What I needed was to
get a motherfucking grip. I’d ogled Killian and Jai, then I’d kissed
Sol last night. I couldn’t very well turn around and make a move on Dair, no
matter how much I wanted to.
“Jai
told me you don’t know much about yourself,” he murmured against my ear. “None
of us really have that problem, and I apologize that my brothers have made this
difficult for you. But Carlyle, you could be like a savior to us and our world.
A goddess. We can’t afford to compromise the natural development of your power
with faulty information based on rumor. We need you to discover your magic as
the natural laws of Haret intended.”
I opened my mouth to demand an explanation,
but the words died in my throat as his fingers slid down my bare arms. Every
bit of skin he touched flamed to life, and I breathed in the truth of his
words.
Dair’s
scent was as dark and gorgeous as he was, all sweet tobacco and sparkling,
crystal goblets of dry champagne. His fingers slipped between mine, loosening
my grip on the counter, and I rested my head back on his chest. His hips
pressed mine even harder into the edge of the counter, pinning me just at the
edge of pain, and heat flared between my legs.
A soft moan slipped from my lips as he drew
our joined hands over my hips, dipping in at my waist, then bumping up over my
ribs. I was feeling my body through his fingers, and it was intoxicating. I was
about to whisper that he wasn’t an asshole after all when his fingers
pulled mine over my breasts and pinched my nipples so hard I cried out at the
unexpected touch.
Dair untangled our fingers, then pressed my
palms over the tight, tender buds, encouraging me to massage the pain away. One
of his hands gripped the side of my throat while the other cupped hard between
my legs, nearly lifting me off the floor. He yanked my head to the side and
crashed his lips onto the exposed, sensitive skin of my neck. He sucked almost
violently, and an arrow of sweet pain shot straight down to where his fingers
clenched around my sex.
I was thrumming with energy again, but my
body was confused by his mastery of sweet and sharp. One of my hands pressed
harder into my breast, chafing and pinching at my nipple again, while the other
scratched at his grip on me. His fingers curled, pressing the fabric of my
underwear tight against my aching pussy, and I bucked against him, wishing
there was nothing between us. Dair chuckled, the sound sultry and commanding
all at once.
“Naughty
and
demanding, aren’t you. I’ll give you everything you want,
but we have to build up to that sort of trust, Carlyle. Cariño,”
he murmured, releasing me and stepping back in one fluid motion.
About
Laurel:
She writes steamy romance and lives in her head more and more each day - hey, the scenery is great in there.
She never sleeps enough, and she drinks too much coffee, but she'd never replace any of that with sensible stuff.
Find her hanging out on social media, usually in the Lovers of Haret readers' Facebook group!
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