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Prince Joron of Blade Rain was kissed by a man he had no idea was King Aric of Claymoor Doom. Of course King Aric had no idea the one he kissed was even a man since Joron was dressed as a woman. Disguised to escape the newly crowned king of Blade Rain who just happens to be Joron’s brother, Joron is swept off his feet by Aric when he is rescued by him from an assault. Aric is also swept off his feet by the beauty of the “woman” and that one amazing kiss. Aric, who is led to believe the beautiful woman he kissed is actually the princess, immediately goes to the king of Blade Rain and offers for the princess’s hand in marriage and his offer is accepted. Unfortunately, King Aric is now betrothed to Liarta, Joron’s sister. But an emergency has King Aric racing home without finding out the mistake he has made and now Joron must ride to Claymoor Doom to renegotiate the offer since Liarta is in love with someone else and does not want to marry King Aric.

Imagine Aric’s surprise when he discovers the Prince is the one he thought was the Princess! So Aric does the only thing he can think of. He will release Liarta from her obligation of marriage, but only if Joron takes her place… in the marriage bed.

 

 

Prince Joron of Blade Rain was kissed by a man he had no idea was King Aric of Claymoor Doom. Of course King Aric had no idea the one he kissed was even a man since Joron was dressed as a woman. Disguised to escape the newly crowned king of Blade Rain who just happens to be Joron’s brother, Joron is swept off his feet by Aric when he is rescued by him from an assault. Aric is also swept off his feet by the beauty of the “woman” and that one amazing kiss. Aric, who is led to believe the beautiful woman he kissed is actually the princess, immediately goes to the king of Blade Rain and offers for the princess’s hand in marriage and his offer is accepted. Unfortunately, King Aric is now betrothed to Liarta, Joron’s sister. But an emergency has King Aric racing home without finding out the mistake he has made and now Joron must ride to Claymoor Doom to renegotiate the offer since Liarta is in love with someone else and does not want to marry King Aric.

Imagine Aric’s surprise when he discovers the Prince is the one he thought was the Princess! So Aric does the only thing he can think of. He will release Liarta from her obligation of marriage, but only if Joron takes her place… in the marriage bed.

EXCERPT FIVE  THE SERVANT KING 

So here he was, about to break the wedding engagement made by his brother for his sister to a king. Not just any king but the king. He wasn’t going to lie to himself. This could become unpleasant. It was one of the reasons Joron had encouraged his sister to elope the night before he left. If things went badly, there would still be no going back because his sister would be married and gone and safe.

He closed his eyes. He didn’t know how many times he had gone over it in his head. The three solid days of riding alone with no one to talk to, and the whole time only thinking about this moment and all that could go wrong, had made him jittery and short of breath. He hoped this king’s sense of business was as good as he had heard because what he had to offer should speak to that. It was going to be the way he started this conversation.

Suddenly there was a noise behind him. He quickly turned to see the double doors opening once again, and a large man swept into the room. The two guards who were at the door came in after him. Joron caught his breath as he admired the impressive man who was obviously the king. He was wearing a simple black shirt over a well-developed chest and black pants as well with black slippers. As plain as the clothes were, they were impeccably made. The materials were exquisite, and the body they clung to was magnificent. But Joron’s gaze was riveted to the man’s amazing thighs. They were thick and strong and muscular, and for some reason, he could not pull his attention away. He wanted to touch those thighs; he wanted to taste them.

Joron was shocked at his own thoughts as he watched those muscles work and flex their way into the room. Joron forced his eyes up to notice the king’s long dark-blond hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, framing his chiseled face…and that was where Joron’s gaze stopped. His eyes flew open wide as recognition hit hard. This is the man who saved me, who kissed me! Oh gods, this is the man who’d filled his dreams and nightmares and thoughts…and had for days and nights and…oh. But…it was when he was dressed as a woman.

Joron’s mouth dropped open, but absolutely no words came out.

The king continued his stride into the room, walking toward Joron, keeping a stoic expression. Stopping in front of one of the oversized chairs, he sat. He indicated to Joron, who still stood with wide eyes near the fireplace, to sit on the other.

Joron realized he was staring. He was so stunned to see this man again, and more astonished he was actually the King of Claymoor Doom, that he found it difficult to bring his emotions back under control. He was sure the man did not recognize him, since there was absolutely no indication of it on his face, so he figured he was safe. But he was irritated with himself because he was sure his distress showed and the king had to have noticed.

He walked the few steps to the offered chair and sat with as much dignity as he could manage, clearing his throat, readying himself for the task he came to accomplish. He battled with his thoughts, though, because at the moment all he could think of were those warm, demanding lips and those all-encompassing arms that now sat across from him. His body reacted all on its own. He was grateful to be able to sit. He waited patiently, eyes on the floor directly in front of him, for the king to give him permission to speak and to find a point at which he was not afraid to talk.

 

 

Things are going well for King Aric. He had Joron safely hidden away. Diagus, although a continuing threat to Joron, had left his castle empty handed, and the Cetin Gang was headed for his dungeons. He should be thrilled but – something was not right. He could feel it.
Sure enough, when he returns to Claymoor castle, he finds Joron has been kidnapped and he must ride immediately to rescue him. And knowing the culprit, it was not going to be an easy task. However, Aric has a trump card; a letter from a dead king. Seemingly nonsensical at first, it now points a finger directly at a murderer and Aric is convinced Joron is next. Somehow he has to find him and get Joron back into his protective arms before it’s too late.
Unfortunately, there are other huge pitfalls just waiting in the shadows. It turns out Joron is the true king of Blade Rain and Aric’s long dead wife miraculously returns to claim Aric as her own. Between all the lies, murders, and life altering revelations, is there hope for these two at all? 

EXCERPT THE SERVANT KING 

Joron was tired. He had been back and forth too many times from Blade Rain to Claymoor Doom, and now he wanted to stay still.

And be with Aric.

His heart skipped a beat or two. Aric had come for him. Not only that, but Diagus had let Joron leave with him. He closed his eyes for a moment as he let those wonderful feelings wash over him. He had never felt this way before, had no idea at all what love really was, but he was so sure now it was this. He felt giddy and hot and happy and breathless.

The king wanted him. He had held onto him the whole way back from Blade Rain, made him ride right in front of him, held him all night, had his hands on him at all times. He had gently kissed him constantly as well—fast, chaste little kisses, meaning nothing, meaning everything, like he was overflowing and couldn’t help himself.

And now Everett was leading him to the king’s chambers. He had overheard Aric tell him to, and once again, he wasn’t paying attention. But he also knew this time there would be no need to know, no need to escape. He was going to live in those rooms. They would be his rooms now, too. It took everything in him not to jump and skip down the hallway.

But then suddenly there was noise and commotion coming from behind them. Everett grabbed Joron by the arm and yanked him painfully behind him, throwing him against the stone wall. Joron cried out, but only because of the surprise. Everett’s body was now pressing up against his own, keeping Joron behind him. Even after he saw the four men, obviously guards, Everett kept his sword up.

Halt. Who are you?”

The men stopped and so did Joron’s heart. Everett was the commander of this castle’s army. He would know absolutely every one of the soldiers, not only by face but also by name. Joron was sure these men were in Claymoor Doom uniforms. Why did Everett not know them?

The guards raised their hands and arms in surrender. “We are the queen’s bodyguards.”

Queen?

“What are you talking about? There is no queen. Guards!” Everett yelled out, and there was more commotion, but this time it was behind the four men, who still held their arms up in surrender.

“Wait.” The obvious leader of the strangers shouted. “Come to the throne room. You’re requested there by the queen anyway. She’s with the king right now. We came to escort you.”

“You came to escort me?” It was clear Everett still did not believe them at all.

“I beg your pardon, sir. We were told to bring back the prince.” He pointed toward Joron, who sank farther behind Everett, wanting desperately to simply disappear into his pockets. Everett reached around and patted Joron’s hip, the only body part he could connect with.

Queen?

There was a queen?

Wasn’t she supposed to be dead?

Everett made some sort of motion and the four men disappeared. Joron’s heart was beating fiercely, like it would come right out of his chest. He vaguely noticed two of the guards, the newly arrived ones, had walked up to them, flanking them, as if they expected more trouble.

Joron looked up into Everett’s eyes. “There’s a queen?” He could barely hear his own voice.

 

King Diagus of Blade Rain is in a bind. He is duty bound to produce a royal heir and the only way he knows that can happen is if he beds a woman. Definitely not his idea of Happily Ever After. In fact, far from it. Except instead of walking down the aisle with the princess he has arranged to marry, Diagus is off in the wilds of Claymoor Doom. But there’s a good reason. Rumor had it there was someone near Gray Valley with Diagus’s stark blue eyes. A possible relative and therefore an heir? Was there a chance he might not have to marry a woman, after all?  Regrettably, Diagus finds no one matching the rumor’s description. What he does find is a heinous, black magic plot for murder and Diagus is the next on the list.

Tama’s pregnant sister claimed to be carrying the child of a king. Not just any king. The mighty king of Blade Rain. She was determined to get out of the very poor house of Hilman and into the lap of luxury. But fate had its own agenda. Sadly, Tama must raise his nephew all by himself after his sister unexpectedly dies in childbirth. It’s not a problem, though. He loves Aydin as he loved his sister – with all his heart.

However, Tama’s lazy and abusive father, Beourn, is angry and extremely disappointed. Being the grandfather of a crown prince, he was looking forward to moving to the castle and living a life of extravagance. With his daughter’s death, that was no longer possible. So, he does the unthinkable. He kidnaps Aydin with the intent of selling him to the rich and powerful king. Tama is stunned he would do such a thing and chases after Beourn to rescue Aydin.

But he doesn’t get far before he is confronted with a beautiful man being viciously attacked. Of course Tama has to help. If he doesn’t the man will surely die. Except Tama quickly learns the man is far more than just someone in trouble. In fact, the man is a king and will change Tama’s life. Forever.

EXCERPT THE SERVANT CROWN

How foolish Diagus had been to not only go on this inane chase after rumors—rumors, mind you—but to do it alone? Kings did not make these kinds of errors. At least, not kings who lived very long. Plus, to have his brain wandering, thinking of wishful and fanciful things? It sounded more like what Joron, his love-sick brother, would do, not him.

Yes, yes, he had done a lot of pondering on the fact he had to settle down; actually brooding upon the unfortunate circumstance “settling down” for him would have to be with a woman. He would be one of those kings who married for purpose, power and peace, not for love. No more looking for the perfect man, his soul mate. Of course, he still believed that person was Joron anyway, and his beautiful brother was never going to be his. As much as his heart hurt because of it, it did not mean he needed to go and court death. He could very well lose his life right here and now. And for what? A rumor of a blue-eyed being? Was he so desperate that he would risk life and limb? He was a king!

But this scoundrel looked to have his way, king or not.

“Stop or I will run this arrow straight through you!”

Someone else had happened on the scene! The voice wasn’t loud, but it was commanding. And sexy. Damn sexy. Diagus ignored the request, though, and continued to roll out of reach of that damnable knife. Given his situation, he was hoping that lovely voice belonged to a man who would be of a mind to save him. Mainly because he suddenly realized that the blood flowing from the wound in his side had already soaked through his garments. The blow might not have been enough to kill him outright, but if he didn’t stop the blood flow, he would still die. And because of it, if he had to continue to fight off even one rogue at this point, he would surely lose. So, it would be very good if the new stranger was there to rescue him.

“Who da fuck are you?” came the voice of one of the attackers. Probably the one holding the knife. Out of the corner of one eye, he saw that the other one, the one Diagus had downed in the first moments of the battle, was only now gaining his feet, limping. Good. Diagus obviously had managed to inflict some damage.

“What matter is it to you? All you need to be concerned with is this arrow pointed at your throat. If I let loose, you will die, drowning in your own blood.”

Oh, that’s a lovely thought. The wonderful man was there to save him. Diagus could remain on the ground now a few more minutes, gathering his scattered wits. He pressed a hand to his wound, using the thickness of the fabric to help with the pressure. Damn, but that fucking stings! Just why, he was unsure. He was fully prepared for pain because it was a stab wound, but this. Something was not right. But at this point, his priority was to stop the bleeding. Setting his teeth against the pain, he applied more pressure, knowing he wouldn’t be able to maintain it. Not with his strength quickly draining away. Not to mention, if he ended up passing out, the pressure would be gone completely. And he would die. Fuck. His brain was fuzzy, and he knew it wasn’t only now from the hit and kicks to his head.

And then a thought struck him. If he was going to die, he should at least see who it was that had attempted to save him. He finally raised his head enough to see who that sexy voice belonged to.

Damn. Another reason his imminent death was wrong and just could not happen. The man saving his life was gorgeous. Pale skin, pert nose, delicate fingers holding the string of his bow. Handsome, so beautiful. He was also small, petite, too skinny, but that light-brown silky hair hanging in his eyes was shining in the daylight, as if it had been kissed by dew. It was almost a halo. His fierce expression, those pouty lips, high cheekbones, large puppy eyes. Even though Diagus’s brain was beginning to wander, he could feel his manhood responding. His small rescuer shot a quick glance at him, and Diagus’s heart leaped. He tried to smile. But he was sure it ended up in a frown. Or a grimace of pain. Because he hurt. A lot.

“Are you wounded badly, sir?” The man’s gaze darted back to the ruffians.

Oh, yes, keep your eyes on them, my little champion. And his voice. How would it feel to have that sweet voice whispering in his ear? Or maybe his tongue in there… but the beautiful man did ask a question, didn’t he?

“I do believe I am…” But how could Diagus think about the pain when there was such a light shining around the young man’s head, making him seem as if he were an angel. A beautiful spirit. Oh! Maybe that was what he was here for. To accompany Diagus to heaven. Yes. Dying, then, wouldn’t be so bad.

There was a movement from somewhere, Diagus wasn’t sure from where or from whom. A small part of his brain that was still able to function thought it was the big lout lunging at his beautiful angel, that dirty knife coming forward again. But it didn’t matter. His brown-haired spirit was an angel after all. Besides, the darkness was taking all the pain away…

Author info: I live in Minnesota where I holds tight to the idea that here, where it’s cold a good part of the year, I won’t age as fast. Yep, I avoid the truth as much as I avoid mirrors. But one of the reasons I love writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, I doesn’t mind “real life” and I do try to at least keep it in mind when I write my stories, but I truly love creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every – single – time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason I love reading this genre, too. Give me a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and my computer, whether I am reading or writing, and I will entertain myself for hours. The fact I actually get paid to do it, is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.

 

 

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