Fantasy Romance
Prince William was had barely seen ten summers, but he was lucky to be alive.
And he had Onyx Aldarius to thank for it. A girl two summers younger than him.
A girl with more magic than he had thought possible. Add that to her impressive sword skills…
A noise outside his door made him jump up and reach for his lance.
He cursed, but he didn’t release his weapon.
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What secrets are okay to bury to save the life of a child? A town? A province? And who will pay the price when those secrets are unearthed?
Sir York buried his noble title and his past to join the Knights of Valor. He then accepted the most difficult of assignments to prove his dedication: rebuild the war-torn province of Marren. But the annual harvest is the least of his worries as a powerful and ancient evil threatens to consume all in it’s path, including every soul in Marren. When a beautiful but reclusive mage saves his life, Sir York will do anything to win her help to save Marren. Anything but fall in love with her.
Tessa couldn’t care less about Marren. Or so she tells herself. But they need her magic to survive, and so does Sir York, a man far too handsome, too charismatic, and too blessed by the gods. After all she’s endured, the last thing she needs is to fall in love with someone that will break her heart as surely as he will. Especially if he ever learns the truth about who she really is.
Just when it seems the people of Marren may actually stand a chance, unearthed secrets lead to a dead woman and a holy inquisition. Now, neither Sir York’s blade nor Tessa’s magic is enough to save them all. As darkness descends, Sir York and Tessa must face their pasts and risk everything, including their hearts, before the ancient evil devours them all.
What you don’t trust can’t betray you, but it can still break your heart.
Haunted by a tragedy he couldn’t prevent and hounded by a duty he never wanted, Crown Prince Eli of Tamryn is a cold, calculating, and manipulative man. But, whether his subjects like it or not, he will soon be their king. All he needs is to ascend the throne is the Dragon God’s blessing and the approval of the Dragon Church.
There’s only one small problem: the god is silent, and the church wants him dead. Well, there is one other problem—the slightly confusing matter of how he somehow acquired a slave girl who wheels and deals with everything and everyone, no matter what the cost, to win her freedom.
When Eli uncovers a plot to seize the throne, driven by a forbidden cult of dark worship, he must protect a church that hates him and a god he thinks has forsaken him. Duty runs headlong into the newly awakened needs of his heart, and with treachery before him and enslavement behind, no choice is good.
Old secrets reveal new lies, and betrayal will bring a man, a crown, and a kingdom to the very brink of war.
Ice queens can’t be hurt because they have no feelings. They also can’t fall in love…or so they tell themselves.
Having to pretend everything is fine after being jilted by the crown prince was bad enough, but now, Lady Daniella is being exiled to a distant castle ‘to recover.’ Except, her exile happens to include an order from the king to investigate the murder of the castle’s former owner, the old Duke of Westlake.
At least she’d never been in love with the old Duke of Westlake. Too bad she can’t say the same thing about his brother, the dashing heir apparent just returned from battle. But facing down an awkward childhood crush who is just as determined as she is to unravel the mystery is the least of Daniella’s worries.
Someone in the shadows is watching her. Someone who doesn’t want to her to solve this murder. Someone that’s already killed once to buy silence. Someone who will force Daniella to choose whether love will be what defeats her or the only thing that could save her…if only she will let it.
With so many dead, and so much tumult after the assassination attempt, eyes once again turned to Prince William for guidance and leadership.
The boy had seen ten summers, but he already handled it well. He would be a good king. If they gave him time to grow up.
Gave him to heal after almost losing his life to an assassin’s blade.
Hugo thought of his daughter, of the price she had nearly paid to save the prince.
He would do what he had to do for the boy.
Whatever the political cost.
Hugo sat beside his daughter as she again couldn’t sleep.
“I killed them, Father. I…”
He held her close and stroked her hair as he waited for the sobs to pass. He wouldn’t tell her again that she had done what she had to do. That she and Prince William were alive because of it.
He also wouldn’t tell her how many others had died that night from magic rather than assassins’ blades.
Most thought they had been one and the same when the assassins had tried to kill Prince William.
Only he knew differently, and he would die with that secret.
Hugo Aldarius still didn’t understand all that had happened that night.
All that his daughter had done.
She didn’t understand.
Her magic was wild. Untrained. And so very powerful.
Too powerful.
She knew better than to call on it as she had, but she’d been willing to trade her life for the prince’s.
He loved her as only a father could.
If she cast that same spell again, would it destroy him, too?
Duke Aldarius stared across the council table at the regent.
The assassination attempt had failed, but the regent yet lived when so many others had died.
His daughter’s magic-laced words echoed in the duke’s head.
Those who wished Prince William harm.