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The Selection meets Throne of Glass in this dark and twisted tale of a deadly bridal competition for the hand of a mysterious shadow king.
It is said that the Neverseen King comes for a bride every hundred years. I thought it was only legend . . . until he came for me.
I am one of twelve assassins forced to compete for the hand of our unseen king, who I’m beginning to doubt is even human at all.
Why he needs a bride, much less one who wields a blade, isn’t any of my business. All I’m trying to do is get out of here with my life and my heart intact. I don’t want to care about the mysteries I begin uncovering about the king, about why he never shows his face, about his palace that turns into a nightmare after dusk. I’m just trying to escape. But apparently, my choice is to win this competition or die.
I’m not dying.
And I’m definitely not falling in love with the Neverseen King.
The Assassin Bride is the first in series fantasy romance of an assassin and her Neverseen King, perfect for fans of The Serpent and the Wings of Night, Sylvia Mercedes, and Elise Kova who love dark, swoon-worthy heroes and a sweet (not steamy) slow-burn romance.
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enemies to lovers
fae king x assassin
stolen bride
stabby heroine
slowburn romance
lethal bridal competition
who did this to you?
he falls first
morally gray characters
3. Romance with moderate romantic content (heavier kissing)
I try to breathe. Can’t. Everything in my body is sheer agony. My eyes start to roll back in my head.
Then, a familiar voice thunders from down the corridor, “Unhand my wife.”
The sound that emerges from my throat is a rattle. The fae releases me. I fall to my knees gasping and press my hand to my throat as I desperately try to breathe. My broken rib screams when I cannot.
But somehow, I manage to look up.
The sconces lining the hallway flare a deeper, more vengeful red as a tall silhouette storms down the corridor. With the light at his back, I can see him. Not enough to make out the features of his face, but rather the furious set of his broad shoulders, the strength of the arms thrown wide as shadows swirl around his palms. His cloak billows behind him, and for once, he wears his crown. His knee-high boots seem to make the ground shake with every step. Or perhaps I’m the one who is shaking.
The Neverseen King is a mighty, terrifying sight.
His voice cuts through the fiery orange glow, lethally quiet as he kneels beside me. “What did he do to you?”
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Anastasis Blythe makes her home in central Texas with her husband. When she’s 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.