Prince of Seduction
Prince of Seduction

Jenny Hickman

Prince of Seduction

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Long ago, Tadhg O’Clereigh learned that the answer to surviving his curses lay at the bottom of a bottle. At least until he meets Lady Keelynn Bannon, a high-born human in possession of an enchanted emerald ring that could set him free.

Long ago, Tadhg O’Clereigh learned that the answer to surviving his curses lay at the bottom of a bottle. At least until he meets Lady Keelynn Bannon, a high-born human in possession of an enchanted emerald ring that could set him free.


He’ll do anything to get that ring—including agree to escort Keelynn on her fool-hearted quest for vengeance.


As their perilous cross-country journey brings them closer, Tadhg realizes that, as much as he 
needs the ring, he wants the woman who wears it more.


Prince of Seduction is a companion novel to A Cursed Kiss told from Tadhg's perspective.

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Prince of Seduction

“You may call me Lady Keelynn.”
That feckin’ tone. She may be wearing a fine gown and shiny boots, but she wasn’t better than me. “Keelynn.” A beautiful name, old as the hills rolling past the window. “Slender and fair.” The woman may have been both, but she was also an awful uppity snob. If there was one thing I couldn’t stand, it was a human with a chip on her shoulder. “I suppose it would suit you if you weren’t planning on committing a heinous murder.”
Color climbed from beneath her high collar, painting her jaw a dusky rose. “I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not paying you for your opinion.”
She didn’t need to pay me for my opinion. I’d give it to her for free. “Maiden Death.”
Her black lips pursed. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve decided I’m going to call you Maiden Death.”
“You will not,” she gasped, chest rising and falling in irritation.
“Mmmm . . . I think I will. Yes, Maiden Death is the perfect name for you.” Perfect for an ignorant human who thought she could actually best me. I’d been hunted for centuries. Killed more times than years she’d been alive. Even with my magic a pittance of what it once was, I could still boil the blood in her veins with a flick of my wrist. I was a true immortal.
Maiden Death didn’t stand a feckin’ chance.

About

Jenny Hickman

Jenny grew up in Oakland, Maryland and currently lives in County Tipperary, Ireland with her husband & two children. Her love of reading blossomed the summer after graduating high school, when she borrowed a paperback romance from her mother during the annual family beach vacation.

From that sunny day forward, she’s been a lover of stories with Happily-Ever-Afters.