Hello, beautiful readers!
This month I’m celebrating the release of the fourth book in the Realm of Honor series, A Knight Like No Other. It’s available now!
By the king’s order, Princess Sobriel is betrothed to Lord-Regent Marath, an Elven noble with an evil agenda who’s manipulated his way into royal favor. Marrying him will be a fate worse than death, especially when Sobriel yearns for the sexy and irresistible Sir Drake—the knight who holds her heart. A knight she is forbidden to love. She flees her family to be with Drake, giving up everything she knows for him.
Enraged at her defiance, Marath summons a mage to kidnap and kill Sobriel. Drake, determined to protect the woman he loves, will stop at nothing to see her safe. Their desire for one another burns hot and nothing can keep the two lovers apart. Nothing but Marath’s evil plan to do away with the Fae and separate Drake and Sobriel forever.
Marath’s dark gaze landed on Sobriel again and something about it sent her heart into a tizzy. She suddenly had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as though she knew what he intended to say next. Her fingers clenched around the arms of the chair, her knuckles leaching of color. Her nails digging into the soft wood. He wouldn’t be as bold as to suggest such a thing, would he?
“In light of the current situation, I believe it would be best if the princess were guarded daily. She is quite lovely, your majesty.”
Oh, he would. The blood drained from her head, leaving her dizzy. Black dots prickled her vision. She blinked them away and inhaled a deep breath to keep steady her thoughts.
“Aye, that she is.”
“She is not yet promised to anyone, is she?” Again that lingering gaze.
Her skin crawled with disgust. No. Her father couldn’t—wouldn’t—dare to agree to anything this vile creature said, would he?
“That is correct. She is not spoken for.”
Urdithane held up a hand to hush her.
“It would be my honor then, you majesty, to ask for her hand. To bring her under my protection to make sure nothing nefarious happens to her.”
“Father, no,” she said, unable to keep silent.
“Do you propose a proper betrothal?” Urdithane asked.
“I do with the stipulation she travels with me back to my home. Removing her from the kingdom is the only way to keep her safe.”
“No!” Sobriel shot to her feet.
“Sit, my daughter,” Urdithane commanded. “And remain silent. I will not tolerate any more outbursts in front of our guest.”
She sank to her chair and clutched the arms again. This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream. Nay, a nightmare. A proper betrothal would last a year. A proper betrothal under Marath’s roof would be unbearable. And even if her father were to allow her to stay in the palace, Marath would have free rein in court. He could come and go as he pleased. He would be there hovering. Always. He would keep that dark, calculating gaze on her at all times. She would never be able to escape.
“It’s high time my daughter find a suitable husband,” Urdithane said. “Since you seem to be the best suitor—”
“He’s the only suitor!”
Urdithane shot her a look that told her to be silent before he continued. “Then I grant your request for her hand. I’ll have the High Druid draw up the necessary papers for the betrothal.”
“Thank you, your majesty. It honors me that you have accepted my request. I eagerly await the day we can take our marriage vows.”