Sylvie’s sore arms and aching head woke her. She forced her eyes open, but the world seemed blurry and unclear. She’d no idea where she was or how long she’d been unconscious. Gradually her vision refocused, and she realized she stood in a bleak room—medieval even—her wrists bound in thick rope that looped around the rafters. No wonder her arms throbbed, but if she stood tall, she could relieve the strain.
The room was dirty and neglected, but clean sheets covered the bed. Spiderwebs hung like curtains over the windows. Something flapped sedately past, its golden scales a stark contrast to the green sky, bloodied prey dangling from its beak. A wyvern swooped from nowhere, its claws sinking into the carrion eater’s flesh, and they plummeted downward. Their battle screams echoed through her prison, then ended in a roar of triumph. The blue-scaled wyvern zoomed past the window as it shot off with its stolen prey.
Her Lykae had left her alone and vulnerable, but even if she escaped her bonds, how could she survive out there? And why was her magic always just beyond her grasp? Then she remembered. Mr. Arrogance had brought her here. As she struggled to free her wrists, she prayed he came back after the wedding.
Oh God, the wedding! The war!
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My snippet is from my first published book, To Wed a Werewolf. I'm sharing it as part of a Book Hooks blog hop.
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Blurb
Sylvie's more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.
Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to
make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?
Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to
Now he needs to woo the woman he has tormented to edge of madness... What a great line, Kryssie!
ReplyDeleteNow, this is certainly scary for the heroine. Will she escape?
ReplyDeleteI first read that as "she stood in a break room" - ha! Yours is more dramatic.
ReplyDeleteWell she's in a bit of a mess - waiting to see how this plays pout. Tweeted.
ReplyDeleteI'm getting the impression she isn't the bride at this wedding. (Nor a bridesmaid.)
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