The Peacock and the Jackal

by Phil J. Harrison [aka Harrison J. Phillips] , Lisa Oliver

The Peacock and the Jackal - Lisa Oliver, Harrison J. Phillips
Editions:Kindle - First Edition: $ 3.99 USD
Pages: 240
Paperback - First: $ 11.99 USD
ISBN: 978-1687240002
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 240

How hard can it be?

Rescue the Prince and live happily ever after. Easy right? Especially for a jackal war correspondent who considered battles just another day in paradise. But what Eryk didn't count on was a vain, determined, neurotic peacock who was turning out to be more trouble than an entire pack of Siberian wolves.

Far aka Prince Farquar von Tripp only wanted one thing, to escape his father, so he and a friend hatched a plan to marry. The only one not happy with it was his demanding peacock half. When he broke the engagement, loudly and publicly, being kidnapped by his own jackal mate probably saved him from being sold to the Grand Prince of the Russian Wolves.

Now they were on the run from the King, the Grand Prince, a bounty hunter, and the rest of the world searching for the kidnapped prince. Can an overprotective jackal and neurotic peacock find love on the run?

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From Chapter 13

He found himself facing a large white peacock with a decidedly pissed tilt to its beak. The peacock stomped towards him and that was no mating dance.

Look, it was the only way to keep you and Far safe.”


“I didn’t know you were terrified of water.”

Stomp. Stomp.

Whoops, wrong way to put that. Eryk took a step back.


“I didn’t know you were...” A step back.

Stomp. Stomp.

Shit. Better to not go there. Step back.


“I didn’t realize Far couldn’t swim.”


Okay, they were getting somewhere. “It was only ankle deep. He should’ve realized that. And you should let him learn to swim then you both would be safe.”


Stomp. Stomp.

Shit, shit, shit. Eryk was running out of backing up room. “I won’t let it happen again.”


At his jackal’s urgings not to be a total idiot, Eric dropped his pants and yanked his t-shirt off.


Dropping on all fours he shifted. The peacock stopped stomping towards him and cocked his head, surveying his jackal and making an inquiring noise.

The jackal barked.

This time the steps weren’t stomps but courtly movements with the tail making a sweeping sound. Gods help them if he realized his tail was gathering dust. A soft enquiring mutter answered the bark. How about that? His jackal spoke peacock, no mind link needed which was good since the bird wasn’t speaking to any of them.

Ignoring him, the jackal continued conversing with the peacock until the bird was beside him. Sinking down the jackal laid his head between his paws. The peacock made a cooing noise and sank down beside the jackal, laying his head against the ruff.

The vibration settled as the peacock relaxed. He snuggled closer against the jackal’s fur and his breathing changed. Asleep?

Closing his eyes, the jackal joined him.

When he opened them again, he wasn’t sure how long he had been napping. Far’s peacock was purring… Purring? Peacocks didn’t purr, did they? He craned his head to look at the peacock. Yep, there was purring. Then something pushed against his side kneading him. What the fuck? He moved waking the peacock who made a soft muttering sound and shifted. The kitten and the puppy climbed out from under his feathers. Ah. That explained the purring.

He moved away and shifted. Here was to hoping the peacock was more reasonable at this point.


About the Authors

Phil J. Harrison [aka Harrison J. Phillips]

Phil has always claimed to be a Jack of All Trades. He's been on the Internet since before it was an Internet. It was merely a linking of military main frame computers at the time.  He lays claim to the job titles of US Navy sailor, cook, bottle washer, Mental Health Technician, Administrative Supervisor, Forensic Psychiatric Security Guard, Starving College Student, Auctioneer, Computer Guru, and Teacher.

Published in 1975, he wrote a biographical article for a local doctor. Pay was office visits. After college for Journalism, he went into the USN instead where he attended DP 'A' school and programmed main frame computers. Leaving the military, he went to work in Mental Health and worked with the criminally insane [see Broadmoor documentary if you want to know about this job] also picking up various college credits along the way. In 1993 he went back to college full time and proceeded to get degrees in various subjects. His favorite hobby is collecting those degrees and he eventually hopes to have enough to wallpaper his den.

He also writes under the name of Harrison J. Phillips.

Lisa Oliver

Lisa Oliver's first fiction book was The Reluctant Wolf, book one in the Cloverleah series. Since then she's written more than fifty other titles spanning a number of different series including Bound and Bonded, Stockton Wolves, Balance, The God's Made Me Do it, City Dragons, The Necromancer's Smile, and the Alpha and Omega series. A huge fan of the true mate trope, Lisa's books are all paranormal, all M/M (although a few M/M/M have crept in too) and all have an HEA.

When not writing, Lisa can be found with her nose in a book or out walking her Rotty pups. Her adult children and grandchildren have found the best way to get her off the computer is to offer her chocolate.


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