Heir

Title: Heir

Series: Omaera Playfair Chronicles

Author: Natalie Sloan

Genre: Why Choose/Paranormal Romance

Release Date: July 27, 2024

"All hail Omaera Playfair, Queen of the Realm.”

Words that changed my life, and not for the better.

It couldn’t be real. Me, a queen? Laughable.

I was just your average twenty-two-year-old college dropout scamming idiots in underground card games.

Then, lightning struck—literally. And everything changed.

Now, I have three gorgeous weirdos: a vampire, a bear shifter and a fire mage claiming they’re my fated mates.

I’m also the heir apparent to some magical realm because my demon father—who I never knew existed—has died. My psycho uncle is after me, wanting the throne for himself, and my mates are determined to claim me and help me rule a kingdom I still can't believe is even real.

And I want none of it.

But going back to my old life isn’t an option.

*Book 1 of a why choose/RH paranormal romance with dark themes, explicit content, violence, morally gray characters and one woman with three love interests. This book will have a happily for NOW and possibly a cliffhanger.

I opened my bedroom door to hear the three men arguing.

Ugh! I rolled my eyes and went to the coffeemaker to brew a new batch, since the stuff in the carafe was cold.

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, Drak stopped what he was doing—which was arguing like a pretentious ass with Zandren—and stood up. “What is going on?”

“I’m making coffee? Would you like some, Bat Boy?”

“No.”

“No, thank you. For a snooty aristocrat, your manners are trash.”

He walked toward me, a feral look in his eyes I’d never seen before. His fangs descended. I backed up until my ass hit the fridge. He crowded me.

Fear ran icy through me and I glanced around his broad frame to see Zandren and Maxar already up off the couch, approaching.

“Wh-what’s going on?” I stammered

“He’s like possessed or something,” Maxar said.

“You’re bleeding,” Drak said, closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale just inches from my face.

“No, I’m not.” I lifted my hands and placed them on his chest—he was cool to the touch—and pushed him away. He didn’t budge. “Drak. Move.”

He moved all right, but he didn’t back up. He dropped to a crouch and pressed his nose to the “V” of my shorts. “You’re bleeding here.”

Well, that earned him a knee in the face and a kick to the chest. He landed on his ass in the kitchen and I rushed to get away. “You’re fucking sick. What the hell is wrong with you?”

He was quick to get back up on his feet, blinking. “I . . . I don’t know.”

Was he out of the trance now? What the hell was going on?

Natalie Sloan is the mother of two gorgeous, wild little girls, and married to her high school sweetheart. She’s traveled the world, taught abroad, and now she and her scientist husband with their kids, dog and betta fish call Nanaimo, BC home. She loves writing filthy romance that tugs at your heart strings until you think they might snap, with cantankerous heroes and steel-spined heroines.

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