Prince Randolph did not understand why the Hallean people would not join with his kingdom. Except he did know. They were proud. Fierce. Independent. Warriors that were said to be cut from the same stone and ice that marked their home. They did not have a place among the “elegance” and “refinement” of his people.
Princess Avari took only volunteers. The wyvern riders would hit hard and fast. And the mages would aim their spells at the markers. She stroked the flank of her wyvern whose scales were black as night. He would die beside her. As she would him. But they might buy her people another generation of freedom.
Reader of books. Creator of worlds.
I’ve been reading romance stories since I first discovered Victoria Holt tucked away in my mother’s closet.
My husband later hooked me on fantasy.
Merging my two passions, I started writing fantasy romance. I love a good romance story, especially if it has knights in shining armor, elves, dragons, or wizards.