Sunday, April 13, 2014

Spotlight on Allison Merritt's The Wrong Brother's Bride


Blurb: A haunted past, a marriage of convenience…a love for a lifetime?

After a tragic accident leaves Loyal Redfearn alone and pregnant, she writes to her deceased fiance's ne'er-do-well brother, August OĆ­Dell. Her hope is he’ll help save her beloved home. What she doesn't expect from him is a proposal so soon on the heels of his brother's death. Although they grew up together, she’s never thought of August as the man she would marry, even as a means to save face with her family and friends.

Although returning to the township where August spent his troubled youth means facing the past, he sees an opportunity to redeem himself in the eyes of the woman he's loved since boyhood. They agree the marriage is in name-only, but August works to earn Loyal's trust and waits for the day she'll see his hard work as proof that she didn't marry the wrong brother after all.

When evidence from a crime committed years ago points to August as the culprit, he and Loyal must face the reality that their newly forged family may be torn apart.

Excerpt: One could go wrong with bringing a convict into his life. Especially when the prisoner in question was a young woman. It was only out of necessity Jonah Andrus sat in the hot, cluttered office. Three thousand women in Australia, give or take, and his last option was hiring a convict in lieu of a civilized nursemaid.

“I’m afraid I don’t have an older woman at the moment, Mr. Andrus.” Mrs. Bell, the factory matron, folded her leathery hands on the scarred desktop. Her mouth pinched in a frown. “The inmate I’ve arranged has the experience you specified. I’ve personally observed her work. You can’t go wrong with her.”

“That isn’t acceptable. There are a thousand women alone in this factory. You couldn’t find one old crone who’d be suitable?”

Her eyes narrowed. “May I ask why you desire an older woman?”

The answer appeared obvious. He failed to understand how she missed it. “I won’t have some tart tempting my men. I can’t have them thinking about women while they should be working cattle.”
Mrs. Bell’s frown grew. “In the six weeks since her arrival, I’ve never seen her spare more than a passing glance at any of the guards or male convicts.”

Playing hard to get, no doubt. He ignored the matron’s assurance. “You failed to mention her crime.”

“She has no record prior to her arrest in Dublin. The prisons there are overcrowded, as they are in much of the isles.”

He drummed his fingers against his leg. “Mrs. Bell, her crime.”

The matron looked insulted. “I’m not excusing her actions. Merely trying to place a woman in a decent job so she can be properly rehabilitated before her sentence is completed. I try to place the qualified ones as soon as possible after they arrive.”

The flesh beneath her eye twitched as he stared.

“She attempted to relieve another woman of a few coins. It’s not as if she’s a murderess. Will you at least agree to look at Miss Madden? You can see for yourself if she’s up to your standards.”

All their stories were alike. Thieves, beggars, whores or murderers. Few women in the budding country were decent, proper ladies. Jonah ground his teeth. He’d come this far. There wasn’t time for a journey to one of the other factories. “Fine. Let’s see her.”

Relief fluttered across Mrs. Bell’s face, softening the lines around her mouth. “A moment more of your time then, sir.” The robust older woman rose, hurried to the door and disappeared.

Jonah rubbed his forehead, willing away the headache caused by the tension in his shoulders. The words of his cook came to mind, sharp as when they’d passed through her lips. Her daughter was of proper English bloodlines. Her daughter was of age to marry. Her daughter could provide heirs for his empire. Calling the girl ugly would be a compliment. That she was of a better temper than her mother was her saving grace.

Opening his eyes at the sound of footsteps, he observed the room Mrs. Bell dared call an office. A weak patch of sunlight peeking through the single, grimy window only served to make the dust-covered room drearier. Tattered, stained papers and leather-bound books with broken spines covered all but the smallest spot on the desk. A filthy, unraveling rag rug lay in front of the door. The floor was dirt, but he felt certain it hadn’t been swept in a very long time. Bits of litter hugged the sandstone walls.

He loathed being inside the gaol walls. The smell of unwashed bodies, rotting food, mildew and God alone knew what else made him nauseous. He didn’t care for the way some of the prisoners looked at him, either. There didn’t seem to be a woman among the lot with a shred of decency. The sooner he had Parramatta behind him, the better.

A slight figure appeared in the doorway clutching a stained, battered valise against her chest. She looked like she might bolt at any minute. Mrs. Bell pushed through the door after her.
Jonah suppressed a groan.

The matron gestured at the girl. “This is Bridgit Madden. She’s been working at carding wool these last three weeks, but she assured me she can clean or do whatever else you might require.” Her voice was hearty, as if attempting to sell him a show pony.

Jonah’s mouth tightened. Her brown serge dress appeared clean. Her wrists stuck out of the sleeves by a couple of inches, revealing pinkish scars left behind by the manacles. Bits of straw clung to her tangled blond hair and a smudge of dirt stood out against her sunburned cheek. Light green eyes were set in a smooth face, although her expression was grim. Her tongue slid over her lower lip, drawing his attention to the full set. With the right amount of attention, she’d be a pretty girl. Not what he needed on a station with ten full-time jackaroos.

She didn’t meet his gaze. He needed help, but did he need it this badly? How dare Mrs. Bell think he could take such a scruffy person into his home?

“Thank you for agreeing to employ me. You won’t be disappointed. Whatever it is you need done, I can do. I don’t look like much, but I’m useful around the house. I can read and write, as well.”

Her soft voice took him by surprise. After taking in her appearance, he’d expected something coarser. She was ashamed of how she looked, of her crime, and her presence in Australia. He heard it in her Irish lilt, pleading with him to take her out of this hellhole. He stared at her until she raised her gaze. Pear-colored eyes framed by golden lashes only met his for a moment.

His will weakened like a tidal wave washing over him; he was powerless to swim against it. Turning her away would be like kicking a mangy pup in the street. And the matron knew it. Her knowing smile gave away her thoughts. A paper appeared in front of him as if by magic, gleaming in the low light.

“This is Bridgit’s contract. How long can I expect her to stay at your station?”

Again he looked at the pitiful girl standing by his side. Whatever trouble she brought him, there was no leaving her here.

He snatched the pen out of Mrs. Bell’s hand and signed his name. “A month, give or take.”

“We’ll mark it as a month.” Mrs. Bell nodded, her small eyes on the convict. “Take care, dear. Behave yourself. And you, Mr. Andrus.”

It sounded like more of a warning than a pleasantry. She marched away, no doubt feeling clever. Jonah faced Bridgit. Weariness descended on his shoulders. He hooked a thumb toward the door. "Let’s get to the bloody buggy, then.”
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Author Bio: A love of reading inspired Allison Merritt to pursue her dream of becoming an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She lives in a small town in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she’s not writing or reading, she hikes in national parks and conservation areas.

Allison graduated from College of the Ozarks in Point Lookout, Missouri with a B.A. in mass communications that’s gathering dust after it was determined that she’s better at writing fluff than hard news.

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Monday, March 31, 2014

Brazen's Release Day Blast (+Giveaway)


If you like your heroes hot, the sex hotter, and a swoon-worthy romance to swoop in and save your happily ever after, Brazen has the story for you. Sinfully sexy soldiers. Alpha cops who demand control. Sweet guys with a naughty side in the bedroom. At Brazen, they've got the hero destined to melt your... heart. Visit the Entangled website, the Brazen Blog, follow them on Twitter, Like their Facebook page, and follow them on Pinterest.

Introducing Brazen's March 31st releases:


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Friends with benefits was never the plan...

Melanie Jacobs’s chances for having a family are shrinking with every passing day. Her only comfort is her best friend, sexy cowboy Colton Freeze, but when a heated argument between them turns into an even hotter kiss, the boundaries of their friendship are blurred. But will their new friends-with-sexy-benefits arrangement destroy everything they once shared?

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Possession is nine-tenths of the law. And she belongs to him. 


He's not who she thinks, and he has seduction plans of his own...


When a battle of wills becomes a game of lust, one wrong move could be fatal. 


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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Review of Jennifer Ashley's Wild Wolf (+Giveaway)


Blurb: In the latest Shifters Unbound novel, a man has resigned himself to a life half lived. But a beautiful, courageous woman has him longing for something more…

Graham McNeil knows that his pack is unruly, but he’s not sure he can take the next step toward pack stability. After losing his first mate long ago, Graham has worked hard to keep his heart in check. Besides, even if he was inclined to choose a new mate, his girlfriend, Misty, is human—a fact that won’t sit well with Graham’s old-fashioned pack.

But Misty is going through a crisis of her own, one that brings danger and death to the pack. With the wolves doubly convinced that there needs to be a shake-up, Graham must now defend his leadership and save the woman he has grown to love—before Shiftertown is pulled into an all-out war.


Review: So yeah, maybe I've been anxiously awaiting this one for a while now. And who the deuce was lucky enough to win a signed ARC? Yeah, that was me. :)

I'm sure you guys already know Jennifer Ashley is one of my favorite authors, both historical and paranormal. Just when I think I'm in fictional love with one character from an earlier book (Sean), then she dangles a new one in front of my face. 

I loved Graham!

He was such an ass in earlier books, but I knew there had to be more to him. Especially once he met Misty. Don't get me wrong, he's still an ass in this book to a degree, but he's an endearing, possessive, sarcastic ass who loves his little Misty. *Le sigh* Yep, I like him very much. Once you knew more of what he'd dealt with in his life, the losses in his life, how he struggled to keep his pack from falling apart, moving to a new territory and all that, his ass-ish tendencies made much more sense.

But hey, what's a great hero without a good supporting cast. I love that the author writes strong heroines to suit her heroes. Plus, the shifters are big on family and Graham is no different. I loved the two little cubs, Kyle and Matt. You'll totally understand when you read the book.

AND, could have just been me, but it really seemed like the story line for the whole series picked up a whole new thread, progressing and deepening the plot with the shifters' collars and Fae. Overall, I loved this latest addition to the Shifters Unbound series. I can see Wild Wolf being one I'll reread many times. 

Mini excerpt: "You done with sex?" Dougal asked, appearing from the green behind the house and falling into step with him. "Took you long enough."

"I'll never be done with it," Graham said. He walked along slowly, a bit chafed, but that would be gone by the time he went back into the house. Shifters healed quickly. "Mating frenzy won't let me be."

"Eric is looking for you. You need to go talk to the Collar-making Fae."

Graham shook his head. "I'm not leaving Misty alone. My wolves will know I mate-claimed her soon enough."

Dougal stepped in front of Graham, stopping Graham's long-legged pace. "You made the mate-claim? That's awesome. Did she accept?"

"No, she tried to refuse. But I think I've changed her mind."

"With sex?"

"No, I made her spaghetti," Graham said impatiently. "What do you think? Of course, with sex."

 (Ha! Now that makes me want to go back and read it again.)
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Blurb: Jace Warden is sent to the Shiftertown in Austin to find a way to free all Shifters from their Collars. But pulling off the Collars can cause Shifters to go mad or kill them outright.

In Austin, Jace meets Deni Rowe, a wolf Shifter with troubles of her own—she was deliberately run down in the road, and while her body has healed, she still has episodes of total memory loss during which she retreats into her pure animal self.

Jace has never met anyone like Deni. Courageous and beautiful, she volunteers to help him test the Collar removal. And as Deni and Jace work together, they feel the mate bond begin. But can Jace help Deni believe she can heal enough to be anyone’s true mate?

 ***Right, so I'll offer two lucky commenters a digital copy of Feral Heat, a Shifters Unbound novella. Just comment with your email address to be entered to win. Good luck!***

Spotlight on Mary Hughes' Downbeat


Blurb: After an attack that slaughtered his family, vampire Dragan Zajicek walled off his heart and went on a sixteen-hundred-year rampage with the bad boys of history.

Now a rock star of the concert podium and master freelance spy, he’s taken the baton for a small orchestra near Chicago to investigate rumors of a monstrous, undefeatable vampire dubbed the Soul Stealer.

But it’s the lovely, unassuming Raquel “Rocky” Hrbek who mesmerizes him from the first touch of her luscious lips on her flute.

Rocky, a shy shadow scarred by middle school cruelty, is mystified as to why core-meltingly gorgeous Dragan would notice a mouse like her. As his stolen kisses draw her dangerously close to the edge of her carefully constructed comfort zone, he exposes her secret—she’s investigating the monster herself.

As their quest draws them closer together, the monster zeroes in on the woman Dragan’s rebellious heart tells him is his mate. Now they must find a way to destroy the indestructible before Rocky is utterly consumed. And Chicago is bathed in the blood of innocents.

Warning: Contains a master of seduction and symphonies, an awkward and innocent flutist, small-town humor, heart-stopping action, and an exodus to Iowa. Oh, and the cheese balls are ba-a-ack—and deadlier than ever.


Excerpt: “May I accompany you, Ms. Hrbek?”

I jumped and nearly tripped. Zajicek caught my wrist to steady me. His fingers were long and slender but amazingly strong—and fiercely warm. Like iron filings to a magnet, my skin aligned instantly to him. Hot sensation juddered through me, knocking me even more off balance. I scrambled to regain my equilibrium, only to have my feet scud into one of the semi-vertical sidewalk stones. My flute bag slipped off my shoulder and nosedived into the crook of my arm, yanking me sideways. I went down.

Powerful arms wrapped around me and saved me from severe pavement burn. The arms were gentle righting me, and I stood in their comforting embrace a moment to get my breath back. A strong heart beat under my cheek. My palms pressed against warm, crisp cotton. The body under the cotton was a solid, cloth-covered cliff, so unlike my own soft limbs. I shivered.

“Are you all right, Ms. Hrbek?” Zajicek’s deep honeyed tones, tinged with amusement, came from somewhere over my head.

“Huh?” Not the snappiest of rejoinders but I was cheek-to-massive-chest with Dragan Zajicek, the posterboy I’d had the hots for half my life.

He was definitely not pasteboard now. The longer I stood there the more I felt. Every ridge of his taut abdomen, the roped muscles of his long thighs, the poke of his belt buckle; they all became alarmingly three-dimensional. His warm breath stirred my hair. Something else stirred too, at hip level…and silent laughter rippled through him.

My brain churned. The intimate way he held me made no sense, but the laughter, well, my clumsiness had lightened the room on more than one occasion.

Then Zajicek’s long fingers slid under my chin, raising my face. His brilliant eyes were shuttered by slumberous lids. I stared in bemusement as his face expanded in my vision…

His lips found mine.


Warm. Smooth. Exciting. “Some Enchanted Evening” sang through my right brain.

My left brain locked up in utter confusion. A man was kissing me. Zajicek was kissing me. The sum of my kissing experience was a slobbery grandmother and a few rushed awkward sexual encounters. I never really saw what the fuss was about. Until Zajicek.

I always thought kisses were simply the press of lips. His mouth didn’t simply anything. It rubbed, it tasted, it gently teased. Warm, velvety soft, his tongue began to explore.

I stood there in stupefied awe.


Until he murmured against my lips, “How clumsy you are, Ms. Hrbek. How very fortunate I was here to catch you.”

He thought I’d done it on purpose.


I struggled out of his embrace. He was slow letting go, his fingers firm on my arms. With a little tilt of his head, he perused me. Whatever he saw on my face made him release me with an extravagant sigh. “I beg your pardon. Apparently I misread your…desires.”

I flushed, because he hadn’t misread my “desires” at all. Just my intentions. I jerked my flute bag onto my shoulder and started determinedly toward my car, fiercely watching my feet on the uneven sidewalk. “No biggie. What did you want, Maestro?”

Long legs kept graceful pace with me. “Call me Dragan, please. Maestro is so overused.”

His first name? It implied an intimacy I couldn’t afford. “You call me Ms. Hrbek.”

“Yes, but perhaps you would allow me the familiarity of your first name as well?” His tone was coaxing.

I skewed a look at him, immediately returning my attention to the stones, although I was beginning to think Zajicek was more treacherous than my footing. “If you want. After all, you’ll be seeing us weekly for a while.”

“Perhaps you and I will be seeing a great deal more of each other, hmm?”

Yikes. My stomach flipped, my attention disintegrated and the elevated corner of a concrete slab cold-cocked my foot. I tripped and would have fallen again if not for Zajicek’s lightning reflexes. He caught me in his arms, steadying me. Senses reeling, I let him, my forebrain scolding idiot but my lizard brain panting and presenting its tail. Before I could completely self-combust, he brushed a thumb over my cheek and released me.


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Author Bio: Mary is a computer consultant, professional musician and writer. At various points in her life she has taught Taekwondo, worked in the insurance industry and studied religion. She is intensely interested in the origins of the universe. She has a wonderful husband (though happily-ever-after takes a lot of hard work) and two great kids. But she thinks that with all the advances in modern medicine, childbirth should be a lot less messy.

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Friday, March 28, 2014

Tonya Burrows' Honor Reclaimed Cover Redesign Reveal (+Giveaway)


Blurb: Former Marine scout sniper Seth Harlan is new to HORNET and anxious to prove he can still do his job despite an ongoing battle with PTSD. He remembers all too well what it's like to sit inside an enemy camp, praying for rescue and waiting for death. So when a wounded veteran contacts HORNET to rescue a buddy who was left behind, all sorts of nasty memories strain his newfound stability.

When an interview with a runaway Afghan child bride leads photojournalist Phoebe Leighton to an arms deal involving a suitcase bomb powerful enough to wipe out a mid-sized town, she realizes this is one battle she can't win on her own. Forming an unlikely alliance with a ragtag team of military and government delinquents, she meets Seth, a sniper carrying as many emotional scars as physical, who impresses her with his steely will and ignites passions within her she thought long dead.

Suddenly this mission is about a lot more than an abandoned soldier. Racing against the clock, Seth, Phoebe, and the rest of HORNET struggle to stop that bomb before it reaches it's final destination: The United States.


To be re-released on May 27, 2014
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Author Bio: Writing has always been my one true love. I wrote my first novel-length story in 8th grade and haven't put down my pen since. I received a B.A. in creative writing from SUNY Oswego and I'm now working on a MFA in popular fiction at Seton Hill University.

When I'm not writing, I spend my time reading, painting (badly), exploring new places, and enjoying time with my family. Give me a good horror movie over a chick flick any day. (And, let's be honest, I'll take a bad horror movie too!) I'm a geek at heart and pledge my avid TV fandom to Supernatural and Doctor Who. I'm also a big fan of The Voice. What can I say? Guilty pleasure.​​

I share my life with two dogs and a ginormous cat. I'm from a small town in Western New York, but I suffer from a bad case of wanderlust and usually end up moving someplace new every few years. Luckily, my animals are all excellent travel buddies.
 

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Monday, March 24, 2014

Covet's March Release Day Blast (+Giveaway)


Covets have all the sexiness, emotion, and happily ever after that readers have come to expect and love from Entangled. They are firmly grounded in the contemporary world, but each novel brings in supernatural twists, breaking the contemporary and paranormal rules, alike. To find out more about their titles, chat with authors, participate in special events, and to find out what books you’ll be coveting next, visit the Entangled website, follow them on Twitter, LIKE their Facebook page, and join the Book Club.

Today I'm happy to be featuring Covet's March releases:

Sex and the Single Vamp by Robin Covington

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Cici Trent, vampire and media darling, spends her days finding true love for humans and supernaturals (the “Others”) at her dating agency. But someone is trying to sabotage her business and she needs help. Unfortunately, the best man for the job is the one who broke her still-beating heart two hundred fifty-four years ago.


Deacon is a patient vampire. He’s only loved one woman in over three hundred years— CiCi— and she chose another. So when she shows up in his office asking for help, he finally has the chance to lay that demon to rest. He’ll help her, but for a price—a night in his bed.


Adrenaline, mischief, and a little late-night B&E light the passion that even a couple of lifetimes couldn’t put out. But Deacon has a secret and when Cici is suddenly mortal, his deception might be the only way restore her immortality. Can love bridge the gap between a heartbeat and forever?
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Love and Other Cosmic Nonsense by A.D. Marrow

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Breaking it off with her long-time non-magical boyfriend, Evan, was for his own good. At least that’s what Maggie Owen tells herself. After all, a witch and a human can have no future together. Her vision told her so. But now it seems the universe is exacting revenge for upsetting the balance of what “should be” and her heart is telling her she was wrong.

Evan Jackson can’t believe his bad luck. It’s been a year since Maggie broke his heart, and now his business partner has hired her as their new receptionist. Fine, they need the help. But no way will he let her get close again. He can’t take another heartbreak from the woman he still dreams about, even if it feels like there’s still a magical pull between them.

Being in the same building with Evan is a start, but it’s going to take more than Maggie’s special talents and a wink to get the hard-hearted bad-boy to see that love is really more than just cosmic nonsense and set the universe back into balance.


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January's releases, Love At Stake and Haunt Me, are on sale for only for a limited time only! If you missed out before, now's your chance to snap them up at just $0.99 each!

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Saturday, March 22, 2014

Spotlight on Lisa Kumar's Bound to the Elvin King



Blurb: After countless millennia as the King of Eria, Talion thought he’d experienced all life had to offer. That is, until Maggie entered his land. The beautiful human whirlwind refreshes his spirit, while all too often trying his patience. Though he desires nothing more than to claim her as his bond mate and queen, his secrets could drive them apart or even end their lives.

Stranded in the elvin land of Eria, Maggie D’Anglio spends her days trying to figure out a way home while attempting to avoid the sexy and provoking Talion. Unfortunately, she’s living in his palace. His world. His rules. And he can watch her squirm under his penetrating gaze anytime he wants. The mysterious king intrigues and infuriates her as no one ever has, a lethal combination to her commitment-phobic heart. But when she parties too hard and wakes up magically bound to him, there’s no escaping the irresistible irritant—or her new role in a land on the brink of war with the darkindred.

His past, along with her pride, will threaten their relationship and their very lives. If they can’t place their differences aside, a kingdom will be lost to bloodshed. Will they have the courage to admit their love for each other, or will their fears bind them together in death?


Excerpt: Maggie quickened her pace because she didn’t want to run into him. Talion was a burr in her butt. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t dislodge the handsome ass. Though his chambers were past Cal and Relian’s, he could still be lurking in the hallway. Waiting for her.

Gazing around her furtively, she scoured the many shadows that lingered, not that there were many in the understated elegance that was the royal wing. Beige stone and plaster made up the hallway’s walls, ceiling, and floor, and lent it a bright, airy feeling she definitely wasn’t channeling today. Even the lovely tapestries and rugs that added splashes of color here and there didn’t calm her mind as they usually did.

She huffed at her paranoia. Yeah, right. The King of Eria had better things to do than lie in wait for her. He may never pass up an opportunity to piss her off, but he certainly didn’t stalk her. Now, if she could only figure out why he loved to piss her off so. Admittedly, she gave the same treatment back to him, but he always started it. Most of the time.

The skin at the back of her neck prickled, but a glance around showed no Talion in sight. She breathed in deeply. A heady fragrance of fall flowers filled the air. The windows, offering gorgeous views of the gardens and, behind them, landscapes of the mountains that cradled Eriannon, punctuated the corridor in regular intervals. Somehow the openings could keep out all adverse elements while letting in a scented, warm breeze. She shook her head, knowing she’d never understand it.

“Well, look who’s here.”

The drawled voice caused her to startle. Her gaze flew to an alcove ahead of her, and she froze. Shit. Talion leaned against a corner wall of the small area. A tailored green tunic and a black pair of leggings molded all the right areas of his physique. Desire to touch those muscles swamped her. She licked suddenly dry lips, cursing herself all kinds of crazy for wanting him. He might be gorgeous, but his personality was obnoxious. Still, she couldn’t take her gaze off him.

His long, golden hair shimmered in the bright light spilling through the alcove’s window, and his gray eyes glinted with an unholy light that always appeared whenever he was around her. A shiver snaked down her spine. She felt like a mouse to his cat. For some reason, the realization only spiked her desire higher.

An answering blaze of anger flooded her. Damn him. How could she lust after and hate him in equal measures? It was all a game for him. He had no real interest in her other than pushing her buttons and watching her squirm, and she knew it.

“And look who’s skulking in obscure spots.” She made sure to put the acid bite reserved just for him in her tone.

He pushed himself off the walk and stalked toward her. Yeah, she was so the prey right now. Maggie held her ground, though her stomach had plummeted south of her toes. He stopped a few feet from her. Though her 5’8” height had always made her feel tall, Talion loomed over her by a good half foot.

“It’s my private wing. I don’t need to skulk, but if I wanted to, that would be my right.”

Always talking about his kingly rights—like she gave a flying flip. “I’m here to see Cal.”

“My delightful daughter-in-law could use some light, flippant company. You should meet the requirements. She’s been studying hard, learning about her position as a princess.”

Admiration for Cal shone in his voice, and he smiled like a proud papa.

Maggie bristled at the implied insult to herself. He constantly took cheap shots at her. “I’m sure she needs a rest from studying all the elvin princess crap you’ve surely shoved at her.”

“She handles everything with grace”—here, his gaze raked over her—“unlike some humans. If not through a chance of birth, she could pass for an elf.”

“Oh, please. She’s human but is trying to please Relian and you. You can dress her up in all the fancy clothes you want, but she’ll remain human.”

“She’s now the Princess of Eria and shares Relian’s lifespan. She may be human, but her behavior is becoming elvin.”

Like elves acted so much differently than humans. Sure, they tended not to wear their emotions on their sleeves. Underneath it, though, they carried many of the same weaknesses as humans. So what if they didn’t show them as much? They merely regulated them, but these failings still existed.

“Believe what you want. I don’t want to hear about elvin decorum, not that it would ever apply to me, anyway.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

Why did he try to control her with these little threats? Anger overrode the little part of her telling her to shut up and find Cal. “When have I ever shown any interest in elvin decorum? Plus, I’m a mere human with no standing here.”

A funny expression ghosted across his face so quickly she thought she’d imagined it. The notion slipped from her mind when he closed the distance between them.

He invaded her space like a conquering army. Alarm skittered through her. She needed to leave. Now. Pushing past him, she forced herself not to break into a run. She wouldn’t give the bastard the satisfaction.

“Running away again, I see. Well, have a good day, and enjoy your stay,” he called after her.


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