Her New Reign: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance

By Larisa Long

A Powerful Witch. A Flirty Faerie. A Shy Reaper. A Dangerous Dragon Shifter. A Feisty Heroine.

Mera has always been an overachiever who’s had her entire life planned. On the morning of her 18th birthday, she wakes up surrounded by three gorgeous guys. And not just any guys. Immortals. A witch. A faerie. A reaper. They have one last chance to get a human to fall in love with them before they are condemned to enduring torture. When a dragon shifter joins the group, the rules change, but Mera is a new queen in a world so dangerous she might not survive long enough to save them or fall in love.

Hew New Reign is the first book in the Immortal Reign Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance Series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Larisa Long
• Release date: May 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463865750

Larisa Long

Larisa Long writes young adult urban fantasy/paranormal romance and reverse harem romance (which has quickly become an obsession). When she’s not writing or thinking about writing, she devours paranormal fiction, worries about animals, stalks chocolate, dreams about the perfect cupcake, and tries to explain her devotion to sprinkles. She lives with her husband and a group of ever expanding rescue animals (and possibly some paranormals) in the Pacific Northwest.

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Her New Reign:

Paranormal Fantasy Reverse Harem

By

Larisa Long

Copyright ©2018 by Larisa Long

This book remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be redistributed to others for commercial or non-commercial purposes. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are fiction. Any similarity to any real persons, characters, events or incidents is entirely coincidental. All Rights Reserved.

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For my parents who have always challenged me to follow my dreams.

Table of Contents

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

Her Reign of Choice

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Chapter 1: Her New Reign

Mera refused to open her eyes. It was probably just her little sister Georgie trying to irritate. Again. Wouldn’t happen. Not today. Mera’s eighteenth birthday. She wouldn’t ruin this birthday. Not like she ruined Mera’s sixteenth when she ran away or the thirteenth when she texted their address to everyone in Chicago with the promise of ‘free money’ or even the eleventh when she ate that moldy egg salad forgotten in the trunk of the car. For two weeks. In August. Talk about a puke fest.

Mera flinched because it felt like someone or something touched her face. Shifted hair away from her eyes? Nope. She wasn’t taking the bait. Back to the list. Chad: cake. Stef: decorations. Derick: breakfast. Shell: hair. Mom and dad: take me out for breakfast so everyone could decorate.

Someone cleared his throat. His? Mera sighed. It had better not be her brother or one of his doped up loser friends. Okay, that’s it. I’m opening my eyes. Mera used her fiercest voice expecting to be met with giggles or even an exaggerated sigh. Instead there was silence.

Mera slowly opened her eyes. Four guys she’d never seen before stood over her bed. Weird. Mera looked each one over. Each looked around her age but were wearing different costumes. Strippers?

Arc raised his eyebrows. Did she just ask us to strip?

I’ll do it, Risq said, stepping forward.

Did I say that out loud?

He shook his head. Mera, I’m Arc.

Arc? Mera looked him over. Brown curly hair that looked windswept in that perfect way. Cocoa eyes. A black, leather type looking jacket with medals and engravings which seem to be burned into the fabric. Underneath the jacket? No shirt which showed off his carved muscles and abs. Delicious. Arc still didn’t know if he believed the True Queen prophecy, but he did like what she thought of him.

You’re a witch. Mera sat straight up in bed. Why would I say that? That drink I had last night? That had something else in it?

Before Arc could answer, Mera noticed she was wearing three different necklaces of varying lengths. It was funny she didn’t remember putting them on before she went to bed. She didn’t even remember ever seeing them before.

Kaoz, Arc sighed. Those represent each of us. Mera touched one of the necklaces which had some weird symbol on it. The witch closed his eyes and moaned. That one’s mine, he said breathlessly. When you touch them … you are touching us. Intimately.

Mera froze after she quickly dropped the necklace. It was suddenly getting weird. Not that she was used to waking up to four strangers in her room.

The one with shoulder length blond hair stepped forward. Blu studied Mera. He trusted her immediately. He didn’t know why, but he was never going to have to pretend with her. Never going to be anything but his true self. He remembered that Zash told him not to reign himself. He wouldn’t. He’d be himself with her. Always. I’m going to be me with her. You think that’s okay?

Zash nodded. That’s fine, Blu.

Touch my necklace next. It’s been ages since I’ve been touched properly. Blu shocked himself. He’d never been that forward with anyone before. She is the one, Zash. I can feel it. The way she makes me feel. He touched his chest. My hearts are beating so fast. Chocolate malts for all.

That was random. Mera blew out a breath as she looked Blu over. Beautiful and shirtless? He had the build of a lifeguard, and his flawless skin sparkled. Blu looked down at himself. She likes that I sparkle. Finally. A good reign. He let his wings go. He didn’t know if it was to test her or just to be himself.

Unfortunately, she screamed.

Arc winced as the sound vibrated around him. That’s actually a good sign.

Mera screamed probably for at least … well until her voice gave out. None of them even flinched. It was like they expected her to scream. She closed her eyes tight and opened them quickly. She was still home. Her room looked like it did last night. The walls were barren from where she ripped off all the posters. Since she’d be living in the dorms at the University of Chicago … and since she was now eighteen thank you very much … Mera had to adult-up her life.

She climbed out of bed to look out her window. From her parent’s 18th floor apartment, she had a good view of downtown Chicago and the Miracle Mile. She whimpered just a bit. The Miracle Mile. She wanted to spend her entire birthday down there. Every shop. Every—

She turned around suddenly, and the guys were all staring at her. She’d forgotten they were there. Well, almost. They were too hot to truly forget. Had she been dreaming and they popped out of her fantasies? She could imagine a lot of fantasies about them.

The winged one winked at her.

Seriously? Dammit, can they really read my thoughts? Then why think anything? Might as well say what I’m thinking. Why are you all so drop your panties gorgeous? That question jolted her to her core. Why would I ask that? I didn’t talk like that. She wished she could talk like that. All balls to the walls. She cringed at her own thoughts. Not usually so schizophrenic in my mind ramblings. She took a deep breath and shook out her hands and arms. Mera, get a grip. I’m an honor student. Valedictorian. Pre-law. I’m organized. I’m driven. She cringed and felt her wrist. Her pulse was throbbing too fast for it to be normal. It had to be the flu making her wonky. Or bad punch.

You are most entertaining. A dark haired one in a suit stepped forward. We survived because of our looks. I’m not part of the group anymore. They needed four to travel—

The witch waved his hands. She doesn’t need to know about that.

The suited one smirked. Not really into humans which is why I’m no longer part of the group, but you can drop your panties for me whenever you want. He waited and just watched Mera. She stared at him, not really sure if he was trying to figure her out or if it was Mera waiting to see if he’d wing up. Would you like me to take my shirt off? He made a point to tug at his jacket and tie. Show you my scars and marks?

Either she was losing control over her words or they could read her mind. Although … She looked the suited one up and down. Less clothes and more skin? This guy could make water boil. Smoldering comes to mind. She didn’t know why. She had never used smoldering in a sentence. You’re a vampire.

He grinned. I am. My name’s—

Risq, Mera said quickly wondering how that came to her. How do I know that? Are you putting a spell on me?

His grin turned devious. Do you want me to? His black eyes hypnotically lured her closer.

The shirtless and flawless blond one with wings shoved the vampire aside. Do you mind? You’re not part of this, and it was my turn. He grinned and knelt before her. Mera, I’m Blu. He took her hand and gently kissed it while his blue eyes flashed mischief.

Faerie. Flirty trickster. What are these words I’m speaking? Then she realized. Face palm. I accidentally ate one of my brother’s pot brownies, didn’t I? I swear if he ruins my birthday party.

No, the faerie said. You did not eat anything nefarious. This is very real.

Real? A witch? A vampire? Faerie? With wings. Mera didn’t even know what that was. Wait. Are they the ones with tiny little—

Careful how you… The vampire could barely spit the words out in between his laughter. …end that sentence. Blu is sensitive about certain inadequacies.

The faerie sniffed. Hardly. More like my overachievements.

Mera placed her hand over her forehead. Is it a fever? An infection? Is it contagious? Did I pick up a fungus? What did I hear about some weird bug that hijacks a banana and springs out? What about some weird bacteria or worm or … She felt her pulse again, and it was still racing. She had been planning her eighteenth birthday party since forever, and she didn’t want to zombie anyone.

Mera, you’re not going to zombie anyone, the witch said. You’ve been chosen to be our—

I’m dreaming. This isn’t real. Just wake up, Mera. She jumped when she looked down at herself. I’m wearing a tight black dress with knee high black boots and a long black and red cloak thing that drags the ground. She looked back up at them. What in the actual freak? She ran to the mirror. She barely recognized herself. Her normal short red hair was more strawberry red and long enough it twisted past her waist in a braid. Her usual look took about five seconds. She’d run her fingers through her hair. A hint of blush. A dash of lipgloss. And she was out the door. Now?

She stepped closer to the mirror. Is this even me? Dark eyeshadow. Red lips. Dark eyeliner? How long would that take? I’m usually too hyped up on caffeine to even think in a straight line. I’ll look like a drunken raccoon. She shrugged and studied her reflection. I have to admit the eyeliner does make my blue eyes pop. Maybe I could try it myself. Wait. Birthday makeover. Had to be Lainey. She’s always trying to get me to sex up my image. I approve. Ow. Mera drew up one sleeve and then another of the cloaky thing she had on. Three different tattoos appeared up and down each arm.

Arc smiled. Our symbols. We belong to you now. He looked at Zash who closed his eyes and nodded.

Mera laughed, but it was a squeaky nervous laugh. It was the laugh she usually reserved for pop quizzes and guys her parents assumed she’d like. This is a joke, right? Then, she felt a scratching on her chest. She peered down the top of her dress. "Yep, the