Title: CONSORT OF SECRETS A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (The Witch's Consorts Book 1)
Author: Eva Chase
Pub. Date: March 8, 2018
Publisher: Ink Spark Press
Pages: 250
Formats: Paperback, eBook
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They've got no magic, no place in my life. But they're charming and sweet and infuriatingly hot, and I can't seem to stay away. The more I try to resist, the more secrets I uncover about my family, my betrothal, and everything I thought was true about the witching world.

I've been lied to. I've been betrayed. So to claim my magic and my happiness, I'll break every rule there is—and then some.

Don't mess with this witch. Every rose has thorns.


*Consort of Secrets is the first full-length novel in a steamy reverse harem paranormal romance series. Take a dollop of gothic atmosphere, add a heaping of romantic angst, and mix it up with five enticing young men and a passionate witch just coming into her own.*

Read the prequel ROSE’S BOYS!

The space was so narrow that his chest brushed mine with that breath. His fingers were still curled around my arm, firm but not rough. The heat of his body radiated over me. I swallowed hard, and his gaze slid from the street to meet my eyes.

I wasn’t the only one affected by our closeness. For a moment we just stared at each other, Damon’s pupils dilating into the deep blue of his eyes. My breath was still a bit ragged from the run, and I was finding it awfully hard to catch it. We could have walked right back out there, but that would have meant pulling my gaze away from him. Which felt somehow impossible.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. “For helping me tonight, even if it didn’t work out. You didn’t have to do that. You never had to do anything for me, but you did, a lot.”

Damon shifted, his hand trailing down my arm to my wrist. His touch sent a pleasant shiver through my nerves in its wake. “Don’t think I’m going to roll over and play nice just because you butter me up, angel.”

I grimaced at him. “I’m not trying to butter you up. I’m just saying what I’m honestly thinking. Isn’t that what you want—honesty?”

A soft, strangled noise worked its way out of his throat. He tipped his head forward, his forehead almost grazing mine. His mouth just inches from my lips.

“There’s so much I fucking want, Rose,” he murmured with a rasp. A full-out shudder of longing shot through me. But he didn’t bridge that last short distance. “More than you could handle.”

“I always kept up with you before,” I said. “All of you.”

A hint of a smile touched his lips. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ll give you that.” He inhaled deeply. “I missed you too.”

He pushed away from me the second the words had left his mouth, so abruptly I almost thought I’d imagined them. But I definitely wasn’t imagining the flush that had colored the back of his neck above his jacket collar. He motioned for me to follow him with a jerk of his hand, not bothering to look back. I shook off the chill he’d left behind with me and hurried after him.