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Title: Promise
of Darkness
Author:
Bec McMasters
Genre:
Paranormal Fantasy
About Promise
of Darkness:
Princess.
Tribute. Sacrifice. Is she the one prophesied to unite two warring Fae courts?
Or the one bound to destroy them?
In a realm ruled by magic, the
ruthless Queen of Thorns is determined to destroy her nemesis, the cursed
Prince of Evernight.
With war brewing between the
bitter enemies, the prince forces Queen Adaia to uphold an ancient treaty: she
will send one of her daughters to his court as a political hostage for three
months.
The queen insists it’s the perfect
opportunity for Princess Iskvien to end the war before it begins. But one look
into Thiago’s smoldering eyes and Vi knows she’s no assassin.
The more secrets she uncovers
about the prince and his court, the more she begins to question her mother’s
motives.
Who is the true enemy? The dark
prince who threatens her heart? Or the ruthless queen who will stop at nothing
to destroy him?
And when the curse threatens to
shatter both courts, is her heart strong enough to break it?
A
fairytale twist inspired by the Hades and Persephone myth.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
I
turn.
Shadows
melt together, forming into a tall, masked figure that stalks through the crowd
as if it doesn’t exist. It’s as if Kato, the god of death, walks among us. But
this is no god, slumbering now in the memories of the fae. This male is carved out of hard, heated
flesh and practically poured into black leather. Despite my anxiety, I can’t
help noticing the breadth of those shoulders and the powerful flex of his
thighs.
The fae of mother’s court flee
before him like deer scattering before an approaching predator.
Because that’s exactly what he is.
Even I feel it.
Piercing eyes meet mine through the
eyeholes of the mask he wears; a feathered raven’s beak cascading over his
brow. Though no crown graces his temples, power drips from him, leaving me with
no doubt of whom I face.
Thiago, Prince of Evernight.
Lord of Whispers and Lies. Master of
Darkness.
Our
gazes lock, and I force my spine to straighten. To
become steel.
You are
an Asturian princess, and you will not yield to the Prince of Evernight.
“Princess,” he says, searching my face with a heated gaze
that shivers over my skin like a caress. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
All night, I’m sure.
It’s time to play the game of crowns and prove I can survive anything my
mother or the Seelie Alliance can throw at me.
I tip my chin up. “Prince Thiago,
you honor us with your presence.”
His gaze drops, the faintest flicker
of—is it disappointment?—marring those dangerous eyes. “The pleasure is mine.”
Why, then, do I feel as if I’ve
somehow failed some test?
Perhaps he thought I’d be more
welcoming.
If so, then he’s a fool.
“I don’t believe pleasure has
anything to do with it.”
His eyes sparkle as he lifts my hand
to his mouth, his lips ghosting over the back of it. “Yet.”
Oh, so that’s the way he means to
play.
I tear my hand free. “Ever.”
“Did your mother not warn you?” I’ve
clearly amused him. “I’ve never met a challenge I’ve failed to surmount.”
“But you’ve never met me before.”
“Haven’t I?” Another mysterious
smile. “We’re to spend the next three months together. Be careful with your
challenges. I always play to win.”
“Ah, but what precisely are we
playing for?”
“Hearts, perhaps.”
It steals a laugh from me. Oh, he’s
so polished, he’s practically gleaming. “You think to steal my heart?”
“I don’t think that at all. I think
you’ll give it to me.”
“Never in a thousand years.”
The prince leans closer. “There you
go again, Princess. Opposing me. Daring me. I think I’m going to enjoy the next
three months. Very much so.”
Of course, he will. He’s the one with
the power. “Perhaps. You might regret them instead.”
“Regret meeting you? Never. Dance with me.”
My temper boils. Time to prove I’m no mere pushover. I
press my hand to his chest. “But you didn’t say please.”
“I never say please.”
I’ve heard that about him too—I can
see it in the flex of his jaw, as if a part of him yearns to reach out and take
my arm. He’s not the sort of male you deny. A warlord, a conqueror, a prince
who stole his kingdom from its rightful heirs.
“Sorry. You don’t own me just yet.”
And then I whirl away into the
watching crowd, leaving him staring after me.
About Bec McMasters
I'm a writer. Dreamer. Travel Addict. And
enthusiastic-if-not-perfect baker. I'll honestly admit that I don't always
follow the recipe, be it cooking, or writing romances. If I'm not sitting in
front of the computer, I'm probably plotting my next world trip. Or eating
chocolate. Sometimes I run. Because...chocolate. I grew up on a steady diet of
80's fantasy movies like Ladyhawke, Labyrinth and The Princess Bride, and love
creating epic, fantasy-based worlds with heroes and heroines who must defeat
all the odds to have their HEA. I live in a country town in Australia, with my
very own beta hero, Byron; Kobe, a dog who will eat anything (even used teabags);
and demanding chickens, Siggy and Lagertha.
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