Series: The Fae Prince of Everenne #2
Publication date: May 27th, 2022
Synopsis:
Blood on his lips. Power in his touch. A maelstrom in his eyes.
The Prince, an Old One, High Lord of House Montague, is fixated on claiming me. The weight of his grip crushes my throat, and resistance is... well.
Futile.
I am Aerinne Caulette, last daughter of Faronne, and survival forces me to accept he killed my mother, that he will drag me to his bed fighting and cursing as he laughs.
But I will not accept the subjugation of my House, my family, my friends. If any blood coats my hands, it will be his.
My unknown power stirs, and with it a glimmer of understanding. Of course he wants me for more than my body. For why am I the only person in the city who can see the shape of his power?
Renaud is power. He plays the long game.
...and if you wish to walk the board as queen, and not as pawn, you will play it too, my halfling.
I have said you have no choice. You anchor my sanity.
I have also said I will make you strong enough to bear me. You have noted the storm gathering on the horizon? Scented smoke and crushed blooms in the air?
Yes. A danger that eclipses us both approaches.
I will destroy you before I allow you to be taken. I do not yield what is mine.
But... if you submit, it may not come to such a pass. Your darkness may yet rise stronger than my own.
Give yourself to me, and I will give you answers. And then, my halfling, I will teach you to rule.
Blood On His Lips is an adult high heat, dark romantic fantasy, second in the Fae Prince of Everenne series. This is not a standalone and ends in a cliffhanger. Book one must be read first.
For readers who crave enemies-to-lovers, obsessed dark heroes, murderous heroines, a battle of dark wills and enjoy authors such as Jennifer L. Armentrout, Michelle Sagara, Kathryn Ann Kingsley, and Laura Thalassa.
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Excerpt
The Prince lifted me into his arms, stalked forward, and then the bed was beneath my back, this sorcerer crouching above me, lowering his head to claim the breast his fingers had left bereft.
"Food offers no energy, wine no intoxication, when the only taste I crave is on your skin..."
His mouth closed over my nipple, and I arched my back, my legs falling open as his tongue and teeth ravaged the hardened buds.
"...between your thighs."
He moved down my body. Some shred of sanity prompted me to close my legs again, but he shoved them apart, swatting my resistance away with no more thought than one might give a gnat.
My body seized at the first lap of his tongue, my temples splitting, my teeth grinding as fear hit me, my pleasure breaking open the box I'd shoved my darker emotions into.
"I almost died."
Renaud stilled.
Stilled as if fighting the truth of my words. He crawled back up my body, bracing on his arms. My open legs nestled him, his weight providing more comfort than I should have allowed. Again came the fleeting through that this male felt familiar, right.
"But why do you care?" I asked. "I don't understand what this is between us. It came out of nowhere."
He turned his head away, avoiding my seeking gaze for a moment, lowering his forehead to mine with a sigh. "It did not come out of nowhere. And every time I try to tell you--"
"You haven't tried to tell me anything."
His hands had been on my arms, rubbing up and down my skin in a soothing motion, but now they stopped, dug in. I should be annoyed he didn't seem to care about marking my skin with bruises and scratches. I might be a warrior, but he could show more delicacy.
"I have. You're not ready to hear it. I don't want to break what is left of you." He spoke, a string of lyrical words in an unfamiliar dialect of the old tongue that sounded close to the Ninephene my mother had spoken to me once. I understood one in five. I think... he was ranting at my mother? I recognized the word Maryonne, though he used the correct inflection, Muriel. "I must make you stronger. Neither of us has a choice."
If I stepped back and looked a this words as a whole, they made a chilling kind of sense if one was insane, but the entirety of it eluded my grasp.
"What do you want, Prince? Answer the question without any of the male snarling and possessiveness."
Alisyn Fae, the pen name of PNR & SFR author Emma Alisyn, writes high heat adult fantasy romance with heroines over 30, for readers who like their romance slightly dark, grown as fuck, with slap in the face tension and adventure. Learn more on her website.
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