When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.
The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.
It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren, the leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.
Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?
This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.
Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.
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I sensed him before I saw him, a powerful storm caged inside a vessel of flesh. A power that could swamp me in an instant. I was under no delusions; the strength of my element was mediocre at best not like my cousin whose flame was beginning to blossom and grow into the very beginnings of what this man possessed.
A pair of feet stopped in front of me. Inanely, I realized I could see my reflection in the polished leather. A giant crouched in front of me and blocked out all light. Trying and failing miserably to appear less threatening.
“They think you are dangerous,” his melodious rumble rolled over me. “But I do not.”
I tugged harder. Flames popped into being at my feet and the man jumped back. Sharp pain sliced through my head, the image of the boots wavered, and hot blood seeped from my nose. I didn’t have much left to give.
“Enough of that.”
He didn’t raise his voice, but it gained an edge. The command pulled an invisible cord and made me raise my head.
“I will not hurt you, understand?” Brilliant blue eyes locked on mine.
“I will not hurt you,” he reaffirmed, the words slowly penetrating my brain. A large hand extended towards me. “Come.”
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