***RELEASE BLITZ*** Queen of Blood by Jill Myles
A War is brewing! Find out what happens in Queen of Blood!
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Blurb
For one
hundred years, Seri’s people have lived under the thumb of the Blood, the cruel
and mysterious rulers of Athon. Seri wants nothing more than to put food on the
table and marry the hotheaded but handsome Rilen come spring. But when a
noblewoman asks Seri to be her handmaiden, Rilen insists she move to the
enemy’s castle . . . and spy on the newly arrived prince.
Prince
Graeme has grown weary of his family’s curse. The Blood are powerful and
immortal, but doomed to live in the shadows, flitting from lover to lover,
always in search of the mythic Eterna—the one woman who will sate their hunger.
Now his father has sent him to the outskirts of the empire to stamp out a
rebellious Vidari faction. But when a wild and alluring Vidari girl shows up at
court, he finds himself torn between following his father’s orders and
following his heart . . .
A war is
brewing between Athonite and Vidari, between Blood and man. As uprisings sweep
through the land, Seri and Graeme find themselves at the center of a storm with
only one choice: betray each other, or betray their people.
Excerpt #1
“You work too hard.” Rilen took her hand in his own and
turned it over, pressing a kiss onto her callused palm. “When you become my
wife, that will change.”
“Does your family not eat?” She smiled and snatched her arm
back for the second time that day. “And why is it everyone is fascinated with
the state of my hands?”
A possessive look swept over Rilen’s face and he took a step
closer to Seri. “Who else has been touching you?”
Uneasy, Seri moved closer to the brazier. “No one important.
A visiting noblewoman made me a proposition, that’s all.”
His eyes narrowed. “What sort of proposition?”
She finished her treat and tucked the cheesecloth into her
pocket. “Nothing important. There’s a ceremony in a few days, and she wanted a
little Vidari lapdog at her side to draw attention.” Seri was unable to keep
the disgust out of her voice. “Offered me three dru for the sevenday, too.”
“A sevenday?” Rilen glanced over at Timmar. “And you’d live
in the castle?”
“I assume.” Seri eyed him uneasily, moving toward her mule
as a subtle hint that they should leave. She’d thought Rilen would have been
furious at the thought of her debasing herself for a few coins. Instead, he was
stroking his chin, regarding her in the same speculative fashion that Lady Mila
had.
“Think, Seri,” he
began. “If you’re inside the inner walls of the palace, serving a noblewoman,
you’ll have access to everything that goes on inside. Everything that we can
only wonder about.” His voice grew excited, and Timmar nodded eagerly.
“I would be a plaything for one of their spoiled ladies. A
mockery of our people dressed up for their enjoyment.”
He threw up his arms. “Let them laugh! You can find out who
the prince marries and what he intends to do here. We can use this knowledge.”
He lowered his voice and leaned in. “You could spy for us. For the rebellion.
Think of the things we could learn.”
“But my father and my sister,” she protested, weakening in
the sight of his excitement. Humiliation or no, it would be three dru . . . and she cared more about the money than
about being a hero.
Rilen shook his head at her. “I’ll visit them every day and
make sure that they’re well. It’s only for a sevenday, and think of how you’ll
help our cause. When we discover the Athonites’ intentions, we can find out the
best time to strike! Soon we will bring the castle down and the land will
belong to the Vidari once more.”
“Rilen, I don’t know.” The thought of spending a week inside
the enormous stone walls of the palace, alone and friendless and an object of
scorn, terrified her. What if more of the soldiers came upon her? Would they
stop at mocking her? Or would they take it one step further? But then she
thought of the Athonite healer refusing to save her father, just because he was
Vidari. Of the new taxes Grimald told her about, and of how she would have to
work her fingers to the bone to keep her farm afloat.
Rilen clasped her cheeks and forced Seri to look into his
eyes. “I love you, Seri. Won’t you do it for me? For us? So our children won’t
have to grow up under Athonite rule?”
He leaned in and kissed her fiercely, and just like that, it
was decided.
Meet Jill Myles
Jill
Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood. She reads all the
'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a dirty joke in just about
everything, and thinks to this day that the Little House on the Prairie books
should have been steamier.
After
devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology books, and archaeological
tomes, she decided to write a few books of her own - stories with a wild
adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations. She prefers her
heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty, and she loves nothing more
than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed together.
Website: http://jillmyles.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/_JessicaClare
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