Series: The Kingdom of Crows #1
Release Date: September 29th, 2022
FREE THE CROWS, FALLON, AND THEY WILL MAKE YOU QUEEN.
Until an oracle predicted my regal future, I'd never imagined myself rising above the curve of my round ears. After all, I was the magicless halfling loved by beasts but loathed by every pure-blooded faerie at court. Well . . . by all but one.
Dante Regio, prince of Luce, had owned my heart since he gave me my first kiss. If gathering a slew of iron relics could help me overthrow the current monarch and crown his brother to rule at my side, then treasure hunting I'd go.
If only the oracle had warned me what winged demon I was releasing into the world.
And that I'd become this demon's obsession.
Fans of Sarah J. Maas and Mary E. Pearson will devour this epic fantasy romance full of deceit, betrayal, and false loves that could swallow a person whole.
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Tighter. I can see your breasts.
I smooth my palms over the rich fabric and peer up at the crow. “Why are you even looking at my breasts?”
Morrgot flocks down from his perch and vanishes behind my shoulder. Seconds later, a chilly gust presses against my spine. The sensation is vaguely familiar. Is it the feel of his feathers or of his smoke?
I twist my head. Black wisps paint the velvet bodice and curl around the thick black lace.
A firm tug squeezes the air from my lungs and flattens my chest, jabbing my bruised nipples. Another tug costs me another breath. The crow works quietly, diligently, using a dexterity I would never have suspected him to possess, neither in bird form nor in cloud form.
Done. The cool smoke of his body slips over my shoulder blades, and I swear it feels like fingers dragging over my skin, gentle yet strong, delicate yet solid.
I shiver before growing very, very still, because the hands that kneaded my body in my dreams felt alarmingly similar. A blush devours my flesh, followed by heady confusion.
Did he give me that massage? The question tiptoes onto my tongue but never plunges off its tip. It’s too absurd and completely preposterous.
I may have tightened your top, but not to the point of ridding you of breath. His smoke curls around my earlobe, drawing another shiver from my body.
“Wh-what?”
You’ve stopped breathing.
I’ve felt embarrassment before but never like this. I whirl away from the velvet chill of Morrgot’s body, confusion crashing through my veins. He’s back in feathers. I whisk my gaze away from his before he can glean my insane train of thoughts.
Something on your mind, Behach Éan?
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