Wicked Deeds of a Warrior Prince will be finished this year. I have to budget so I can't provide a release date (I'm hoping if things go well I can schedule editing/formatting/publishing at the end of this year or the beginning of next).
Here is the blurb and an excerpt (both are unedited and subject to change).
Bryron Morgianne is unique, a union of fae and diaone sidhe warrior blood. He knows and understands lust, as well as violence and pleasure. The world was his market, and there was nothing he he couldn't have. Until he met a female unlike any other, a swan princess entrapped by a curse that has destroyed everything she holds dear.
Elsa Dinarii lost her kindgom and home due to the lusts of a vampyren queen. Zoraida captured her brother and enslaved her kin. She'll do anything to free her twin of his torment, but doing so comes at a cost. The only man who can help her wants her in a way that will alter the course of destiny. In setting her sibling free, she'll remain trapped forever with no hope of escape.
As worlds collide and irrevocable actions put fate into motion, Byron discovers there's more to existence than blood and lust. If he wants to protect the female he can't live without, he'll have to risk everything.
Including his very soul.
Excerpt:
Possessiveness slithered through him.
The thought of another man touching her had him seeing red.
Son of a bitch.
Nox had been right.
This wasn't a coincidence.
He didn't merely want the woman; he had to have her.
She was part of him he hadn't known was missing.
Aware of it for the first time, accepting it as truth, he cautioned, "I want all of you. Every single inch, inside and out. There won't be any single thing I won't know or find." Taking a deep breath, trying to control and steady himself, he continued, "So if you decide you want me in the same way, I'm all fucking yours. In exactly the same way. You'll get me, Elsa. Warts and all. But you have to accept the entire package. I'm not an easy man to handle, and I'm no prize. But I'd belong to you. Only you."
He felt his glamour rising, nearly taking over again, and he had to concentrate in order to force it back. Since he'd never had the problem before, the task was more than difficult. He felt like he was fighting a war with himself. He ground his teeth together, flexing the muscles in each part of his body.
Back the fuck off. Be better than that.
Be better than them.
She clung to him like she was drowning. It wasn't any wonder.
Of course, she'd want him like this.
No female could resist.
He knew he had to give her a choice that wasn't the result of magik or influence.
He wanted her to want him, not some ideal that came from his ability to manipulate her reactions and emotions. He held his breath, locked in battle with his own nature.
Gods it wasn't easy.
Not with her this close and willing.
He went to the only thing that could combat the rising tide.
He thought of Runa and memories he'd tried to forget surfaced.
His youngest sister fought off would-be sexual partners for years, males who used the same magik he was projecting to take advantage of her. It had happened so many times. If not for himself and Raudan, she'd have been used and abused in so many ways. She'd have lost an enormous portion of the light that was part of her.
The flow of magik ebbed, allowing him to breathe. "If you don't want me like that. If you don't want me in the same way..." He didn't want to entertain the idea, but he had to be fair. "I'll accept your decision. It'll be hard as hell, because I'll still want you. I can't help that. But I give you my word. I will honor your choice. I will do what I vowed and properly fuck off."
Her hands crept from his neck to his face.
He closed his eyes, afraid to look at her.
In truth, he was terrified of seeing himself reflected in her gaze.
He was certain the rejection would kill him.
Her fingers skimmed over his chin, her touch as soft and tantalizing as a morning breeze "You shaved." Her hand moved and she touched the side of his head. Her nails gently scraped the buzzed strands and had his scalp prickling. "And you cut your hair."
He took a moment, thinking he'd heard wrong.
Then he realized he hadn't.
How did he respond to that?
He'd expected her to react to what he'd told her with some kind of revelation of her own. He'd laid himself bare, turning over and revealing his belly for a kill shot while maneuvering a battlefield inside of himself, and she wanted to talk about his appearance?
He opened his eyes, realizing the time had come.
She met his gaze. "Why?"
Fuck a duck.
He couldn't read her.
He had no idea what was going on in her head.
She looked serious, but behind that, he saw what he thought might be confusion and doubt. Then, in an instant, he comprehended exactly what he was looking at. She was as innocent as eternity was long. Fiona had told him straight. Elsa craved romance even if she didn't know what it was. She wanted to be reassured, adored, and cherished like the treasure she was.
"For you," he answered, pride be damned, cupped her hand and lifted it to his lips. He pressed a kiss into her palm and informed her, "I wanted to impress you."
He recognized the hope in her lovely face. "Do you mean it?"
Unexpectedly and abruptly, she severed eye contact.
A cramp fisted his heart.
Like him, Elsa had braced herself for rejection.
He grasped her head in his right hand, using his fingers to clasp the base of her skull to force her head into an upward angle. Even when her chin came up and he could see her face, she kept her eyes screwed shut.
A conflict waged inside him.
Was it wrong to offer her a taste of what she could have?
Would it make him the very bastard he didn't want to be?
Fuck it.
Tired of thinking things over, he lowered his head, brought his mouth down, and pressed his lips to hers. He made sure to keep his eyes open, so he could see her reaction. Her lips parted and her lids lifted. Her eyes went wide, and he let her study him without moving a muscle.
He'd surprised her.
He pulled back, their gazes remaining steady and focused on each other, and rested his forehead against hers. "If you want me, I'm yours."
At that moment he knew he'd do anything for the female.
He'd love her. Care for her. Protect her.
Kill for her.
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