by Rachel Starkie
LGBTQ Harem Fantasy Romance
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Author Note: Zuko is book 2 in the continuing adventures of the Dragon Valley Series, begun with Risa’s Destiny and MUST be read in order.
Now it is my turn…
Hey guys, Zuko here. *Waves wildly*
That is right, it is time for my story. Time for me to be the star, but don’t you go thinking I am better than my sister.
Risa is everything and will be the queen of all. *Wags finger at screen*
I bet you are wondering what is going on, well... Get ready, because I have lots of fun plus yumminess you will never forget.
Possibly a battle!
Before we get to that, have you read my sister Risa’s story? No? I will wait-but hurry, or you will miss the true amazingness of my story.
Oh yes, Master Leo made me remember to say that war is coming, and we need to get ready!
Once you were asked, Are you ready to come into the light?
Prepare yourself because you are about to be thrown into the darkness. Let the fun start and let all hell break loose!
Oops! I have said too much! Toodles...
“Anyway—Zuko—” Risa pulled me. “I came to find you for a reason, come-on, come-on.” The sing-song tone and smile she had worried me. It was usually the one she wore when she got me into shit, but like the fool I was, I followed after her, just happy she wanted to spend time with me.
We raced through the halls of the caves, which she called home. I mean, it’s nice, and I am pretty sure there was a mansion in here—somewhere, but she tended to spend more time in the caves than anywhere. The sudden onset of her hum had me wondering, then she shot me a sideways look as we came into another corridor.
“Risa? What do you have planned, my sweet sissy, wissy?” I purr, loving how she just smirked and rolled her eyes at me. All the others would frown at my odd words, but she loved me no matter what.
So lost in thought, I did not work out what she was to do before it was too late. I felt her pull away, and as I straightened, lifting my eyes, I felt her hands on my back.
“Have fun, bro-bro,” With a salty purr, she shoved, which had me letting out a very un-manly scream as I fell off the unseen ledge. What man—person—would not as they fell to their death? I was just about to shift when I fell into waiting arms. I looked up to see Risa and Hellion smirking from above.
“What the hell, Risa? I could have died,” I scream, ignoring the person who held me. They did not matter right now.
“Like hell, you would die, I could drop you into lava, and your stubborn ass would swim,” Risa called, waving, “Hello Leo!”
I froze. It was only when I slowly looked up to the male holding me that I found golden brown eyes dancing with light even as his smirk—which made females wet and males hard—were aimed at me. I could not help how fast my cock went from soft to hard, so fast, in fact, that it left my brain in a tailspin of where the fuck did my blood go?
“Why Zuko, lovely of you to drop in,” Leo purred, holding me close to make sure I could not get away.
I frowned at him and crossed my arms. “Put me down. I want Risa.” With a demand, I shifted to my kitten form, prancing away.
“Motherfucker.” Leo muttered as he tried to catch me.
I would never! I flicked my tail as he failed to catch me when a leap to get further landed me in a hole!
I mewed and hung my head. How embarrassing the only thing which could make this any worse w—
“Why is Zuko down a hole?” Ash asked from the ledge above.
Damnit. I sighed, looking around. Guess this was my new home because I was never coming out.
Rachel Starkie grew up in Manchester, England, residing with her supportive family. With a love for learning about animals and nature, she attended Hull University @ Scarborough, resulting in a Bachelor of Science in Coastal Marine Biology. Rachel relishes in creating worlds full of unique and amazing characters, where people lose themselves.
Her outgoing nature allows her to see and feel the world at her fingertips to bring it to her readers. Inspiration comes from all angles, and you can see that in the pretty resin items that double as swag and other bits of fun. All resin is hand-poured into often commissioned molds. Rachel can not wait to share her worlds with you, so stop in for a cuppa and sit for a spell.
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