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Bride of the Fae Prince (Exclusive Edition)
For fans ofĀ A Deal With The Elf KingĀ andĀ The Bridge Kingdom, this arranged marriage romance about a human princess bargained in marriage to the deadly Fae Prince will sweep you off your feet.
A shy, dutiful human princess. A cunning, vengeful Fae prince.
Will their arranged marriage cost them their hearts . . . or their lives?
Princess Isabelle Louise was raised for one thing: to secure a marriage alliance for the good of her people. All her hopes for a kind husband are dashed when the dark and dangerous Prince of the Fae comes seeking a human princess for his bride.
Suddenly married and thrust into a world of vicious magic and lethal bargains, Isabelle discovers too late the secret her bridegroom concealed from her: that she is the key to his plan to usurp the throne.
And now she is the object of the High Kingās wrath.
Is any chance at trust and affection gone before their marriage has even begun? Or will she even survive her first night as the bride of the Fae Prince?
The Cruel PrinceĀ meets Grace DravenāsĀ RadianceĀ in this heart-wrenching and swoony romantic arranged marriage tale with dual point-of-view (his and hers).Ā Bride of the Fae PrinceĀ is perfect for readers craving a page-turning, standalone romantasy that ends in a Happily Ever After.
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Bride of the Fae Prince (Exclusive Edition)
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Tropes You'll Love
Arranged marriage
starcrossed love
underdog heroine
roguish love interest
only one bed
wound tending
burn the world for her
wedding night
Content Rating
4. Romance with a bit more moderate content (fade to black sex, no sex on the page)
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He fills the doorway of the bedchamber on our wedding night. My mouth goes dry as I stare at him from beneath my veil. I try not to crumple the folds of my dressing gown beneath my sweaty hands. I try to breathe. Try to not imagine what will happen next.
I just need to take this moment by moment.
And this moment, he studies me from across the room. His scrutiny makes my skin itch, but I can handle scrutiny.
He takes a step toward me. My heart rate kicks up several notches, and my veil sucks in toward my mouth with my sharp inhale. Calm down, I tell myself. I can handle him walking closer to me.
He keeps coming, his stride more purposeful.
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breatheā
He stops before me, staring down at me. I donāt look up at him. I canāt. Instead, I keep my gaze downcast, fixed on my clasped hands. Then one of the Princeās large hands enters my range of vision. He catches the edge of my veil.
I close my eyes, keeping my head bent and my hands curled around my gown as he rips the silk away.
Thereās silence.
So much silence.
Suffocating, deafening silence.
Then a knuckle hooks under my chin. I force myself not to resist as he tilts my chin up.
āOpen your eyes,ā he murmurs.
I swallow. My lashes flutter, and I find myself staring at a pair of deep blue eyes, close enough that I can see the silver ringing their edges and the subtle gold flecks dotting his irises. He is so very beautiful, strange and unfamiliar to me. My . . . husband.
Is he not going to say anything? Will he give no indication of whether heās pleased or horrified with my face? Is it even possible for fae to find humans attractive?
Heat climbs up my neck and into my cheeks. When I can bear it no longer, I lower my gaze and stare at the silver medallion hanging from his neck.
He clears his throat. The sound draws my eye back up, and our gazes meet for one second before he looks away. Then he turns and marches to a side table I hadnāt noticed when I walked in. There are goblets, along with a decanter. He busies himself pouring a glass for each of us.
I donāt move a muscle, even though I long to snatch the veil that has fallen to the floor and cover my face again. But I can handle his disappointment in me. I can. Iāve handled my fatherās disappointment for this long. What more is my husbandās?
He tosses back the contents of his glass, winces, then clears his throat. He sets down the glass and plants both hands on the table, his back still to me.
He speaks, and the sound of his low voice gives me a small start. āI thought for certain the veil was your fatherās way of tricking unsuspecting fools like myself into binding themselves to the most garish of your race.ā
My gut sinks. My whole being sinks, as though I am a stone thrown into an ocean.
His head tilts in my direction, though his back is still to me. āI was wrong, it seems.ā
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Anastasis Blythe
Anastasis Blythe makes her home in central Texas with her husband. When sheās not writing, she gardens, accompanies local bands and choirs on piano, rescues feral cats, and tries to keep up with the laundry. She loves exploring the world through reading, walks in nature, and thoughtful conversations.
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