Meena dreamed of being the strongest witch out there. Instead, she
killed a few plants. Turning into walking agent orange gained her respect in
the otherworld - a place over run by carnivorous fauna.
Who’d have thought her plant killing mojo could cost her the man of her
dreams.
Over to Meena, Heroine of To Break a Warrior King's Curse to learn more about those damn plants.
Hi there.
There
are worse things than man-eating plants, I suppose.
I’m not fond of misogynistic Elves, and as for
their Overlord… Well even though he proposed to me, he’s not a nice man.
Anyway, back to the plants. Here’s three to avoid.
ANACONDA VINES
These
smell wonderful—like marshmallows toasting over the fire—but don’t be drawn in.
They send tendrils slithering toward their prey. One tried to crush me when I first set foot in Patria’s jungle, and as a witch without magic, I was
glad I had Leo to back me up.
Usually they curl around their prey like a boa
constrictor and crush the breath out of them.
A sea of rotting corpses sway in
their tentacles, their victims' decomposed body parts fertilizing the land these monstrosities
grow on.
HIBISCUS
Pretty,
isn’t it.
Pretty deadly more like.
Hibiscus
in the otherworld overrun everything.
They have a sweet perfume that makes you
feel relaxed and at ease. Just like the poppies in Wizard of OZ, they sooth you
into a deep sleep.
Only,
pygmy
rats—not much bigger than a mundane world’s supermarket trolley—live beneath
them. They rush out and eat the sleeping prey.
In return, the rats’ feces fertilize the
plants.
Definitely
not a nice way to go. I swear Frank L Baum knew about them and used them as the prototype for his poppies.
PITCHER
PLANTS
These
are the worst thing in the jungle.
The picture's deceptive. These stand over six foot tall. They ooze acid that builds up in the pitcher.
I
once saw a rat dissolving in the bottom of one of these—and otherworld rats dwarf
the mundane world’s cars. Imagine a 4 x 4 with ears, tail and voracious appetite.
Terr-i-fying.
And,
hey, move over Klitschko brothers. There’s a new girl in town.I fought a warrior when he planned to toss his slave into one. The acid would have
eaten her flesh then dissolved her muscles before starting on her bones. It’s a
long painful death that I would’t wish on anybody.
Crushed to death, eaten, or dissolved. Goddess! I wouldn't want to choose. None of the above, I guess.
Funny
thing though, I don’t remember any of these plants from my childhood in witch homeland.
Maybe it’s magically protected. I wouldn’t know since they exiled me for being
the weakest witch out there. Of course being Meena the Plant Killer makes me a
popular girl now.
I spent
almost a third of my life in Whitby, England.
Yeah, I know. Home of Dracula,
and all things Gothic. I even worked in a Goth shop and wore a black cloak, lashings of eyeliner and a scarlet lipstick. I got fired the day I met Leonidas. He's moved on, though.
I can't stay in Patria, but I'm not sure where I belong anymore.
There’s
something about a death sentence and exile that makes a girl reluctant to return to birth land.
Mum runs a herb farm near Whitby, or she did before she disappeared. There's not much call for a plant killer there.
I thought I could build a life among the Elves, but that's not happening. And as for Leo... I can't get him out of my head or my heart.
Anyway, I will find my path. Meanwhile, stay well clear of the plant life.
It's lethal
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Blurb
Leonidas can fight anything except dark magic.
He inherited his father’s curse along with the
Fae throne. Thanks to a rogue witch, if he doesn’t bed a different woman every
month, he’ll turn feral. A man can only stand so much meaningless sex. No
wonder he hates witches.
When he meets Meena, he
intends to seduce her, not love her.
Meena’s a witch who never
developed any powers.
Banished to the mundane
world, she masquerades as human. When she accidentally bonds with an escaped
war dragon, Leonidas comes to reclaim it. His enemies strip him of his powers,
and his month’s almost up.
What happens when he
discovers she’s a witch?
And how will this warrior king cope when his curse
kicks in and forces him into another woman’s bed.
PLEASE NOTE This book was
previously sold with the title CURSE OF THE FAE KING.
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