Release Blitz + Giveaway: Promise of Darkness by Bec McMaster
Today we have the release blitz of Promise of Darkness by Bec McMaster ! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy
Series: Dark Court Rising #1
Princess. Tribute. Sacrifice.
Is she the one prophesied to unite two warring Fae courts? Or the one bound to
destroy them?
In a realm ruled by
magic, the ruthless Queen of Thorns is determined to destroy her nemesis, the
cursed Prince of Evernight.
With war brewing
between the bitter enemies, the prince forces Queen Adaia to uphold an ancient
treaty: she will send one of her daughters to his court as a political hostage
for three months.
The queen insists
it’s the perfect opportunity for Princess Iskvien to end the war before it
begins. But one look into Thiago’s smoldering eyes and Vi knows she’s no
assassin.
The more secrets
she uncovers about the prince and his court, the more she begins to question
her mother’s motives.
Who is the true
enemy? The dark prince who threatens her heart? Or the ruthless queen who will
stop at nothing to destroy him?
And when the curse
threatens to shatter both courts, is her heart strong enough to break it?
A fairytale twist
inspired by the Hades and Persephone myth.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
I turn.
Shadows
melt together, forming into a tall, masked figure that stalks through the crowd
as if it doesn’t exist. It’s as if Kato, the god of death, walks among us. But
this is no god, slumbering now in the memories of
the fae. This male is carved out of hard, heated flesh and practically poured
into black leather. Despite my anxiety, I can’t help noticing the breadth of
those shoulders and the powerful flex of his thighs.
The
fae of mother’s court flee before him like deer scattering before an
approaching predator.
Because that’s exactly what he is.
Even I feel it.
Piercing eyes meet mine through the
eyeholes of the mask he wears; a feathered raven’s beak cascading over his
brow. Though no crown graces his temples, power drips from him, leaving me with
no doubt of whom I face.
Thiago, Prince of Evernight.
Lord of Whispers and Lies. Master of
Darkness.
Our
gazes lock, and I force my spine to straighten. To become steel.
You are an Asturian princess, and you will not yield to
the Prince of Evernight.
“Princess,” he says, searching my face with a heated gaze
that shivers over my skin like a caress. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
All
night, I’m sure.
It’s time to play the game of crowns and prove I can survive anything my
mother or the Seelie Alliance can throw at me.
I tip my chin up. “Prince Thiago,
you honor us with your presence.”
His gaze drops, the faintest flicker
of—is it disappointment?—marring those dangerous eyes. “The pleasure is mine.”
Why, then, do I feel as if I’ve
somehow failed some test?
Perhaps he thought I’d be more
welcoming.
If so, then he’s a fool.
“I don’t believe pleasure has
anything to do with it.”
His eyes sparkle as he lifts my hand
to his mouth, his lips ghosting over the back of it. “Yet.”
Oh, so that’s the way he means to
play.
I tear my hand free. “Ever.”
“Did your mother not warn you?” I’ve
clearly amused him. “I’ve never met a challenge I’ve failed to surmount.”
“But you’ve never met me before.”
“Haven’t I?” Another mysterious
smile. “We’re to spend the next three months together. Be careful with your
challenges. I always play to win.”
“Ah, but what precisely are we
playing for?”
“Hearts, perhaps.”
It steals a laugh from me. Oh, he’s
so polished, he’s practically gleaming. “You think to steal my heart?”
“I don’t think that at all. I think
you’ll give it to me.”
“Never in a thousand years.”
The prince leans closer. “There you
go again, Princess. Opposing me. Daring me. I think I’m going to enjoy the next
three months. Very much so.”
Of course, he will. He’s the one
with the power. “Perhaps. You might regret them instead.”
“Regret meeting you? Never. Dance with me.”
My temper boils. Time to prove I’m no mere pushover. I
press my hand to his chest. “But you didn’t say please.”
“I never say please.”
I’ve heard that about him too—I can
see it in the flex of his jaw, as if a part of him yearns to reach out and take
my arm. He’s not the sort of male you deny. A warlord, a conqueror, a prince
who stole his kingdom from its rightful heirs.
“Sorry. You don’t own me just yet.”
And then I whirl away into the
watching crowd, leaving him staring after me.
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About Bec McMaster
I'm a writer. Dreamer. Travel Addict. And enthusiastic-if-not-perfect baker. I'll honestly admit that I don't always follow the recipe, be it cooking, or writing romances. If I'm not sitting in front of the computer, I'm probably plotting my next world trip. Or eating chocolate. Sometimes I run. Because...chocolate. I grew up on a steady diet of 80's fantasy movies like Ladyhawke, Labyrinth and The Princess Bride, and love creating epic, fantasy-based worlds with heroes and heroines who must defeat all the odds to have their HEA. I live in a country town in Australia, with my very own beta hero, Byron; Kobe, a dog who will eat anything (even used teabags); and demanding chickens, Siggy and Lagertha.
Promise of Darkness sounds great! Thank you
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