About the Book
Author: Aldrea Alien
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Family and blood.
After 1100 years,
these simple words mean everything to Herald. His life has been ruled by
keeping his siblings safe, keeping them from becoming prey whilst feeding on
the weaker. His failures have been many and measured by those he has lost.
People like his twin brother.
Just who the enemy is
comes into question when Herald meets the dangerous, angelic creature he is to
guard. Wondering where his true loyalties lie is a dangerous thought. No matter
whether he chooses family over the heart, it will mean death.
Only the right choice
will ensure the life taken is not his.
Author Bio
Born and raised in New Zealand, Aldrea Alien lives on a small farm with her family, including a menagerie of animals, most of which are convinced they're just as human as the next person. Especially the cats.
She
discovered a love of crafting other worlds at the age of twelve when she first
conceived the idea of The Rogue King.
Since that that fateful day, she hasn't found an ounce of peace from the
characters plaguing her mind, all of them clamouring for her to tell their
story first.
It's a
lot of people for one head.
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Excerpt
Ștefan listened for any telltale sounds of
company over the nervous shuffle of the horses. His ears caught only the unnatural
hum of a forest keeping too quiet. Frowning, he peered over the edge of the
roof. The far door swung on its hinges and heavy curtains stirred in the chill
breeze. No sign of the young lord. Had he fled whilst his men fought?
He jumped to the ground, sword at the ready.
Still nothing. Inside the carriage, clashing against the velvet cushioning that
lined the seats, sat a small ironbound chest. A smile tweaked his lips,
stretching them tight over his fangs. He caressed the chest, the wood warm under
his fingers. There would be more than enough gold to fulfil his end of the
bargain. Ah, my dear Ruxandra, we will be together after all.
Ștefan clambered back into the driver's seat,
the half-healed wound in his chest tugging at each movement. With a gentle slap
of the reins on the horses' flanks, he urged the panting beasts into a trot.
All he had to do was reach the castle before dawn and his dream of marrying
Ruxandra would become real. It wasn't much further. Already he could see the
towers of the only home he'd ever known, reaching up into the night sky like
massive spears.
The rest of the castle soon came into sight as
the trees ended and the road stood clear. To look upon those once graceful
spires with fresh eyes, to see them somehow transformed into four stubby
towers. When had his home become such a squat and ugly thing?
He guided the carriage onward, aiming for the
illuminated stable yards that huddled on the right of the courtyard. The wind
picked up as he neared, animal waste lending a rank tinge to the ordinary
stench of the midden. He held his breath, the tear-inducing odour greater than
memory recalled. When he was finally lord of this place, he'd demand such
things be buried well away from the castle.
His stomach gave an unexpected grumble. He'd
not eaten since the deal and the wound in his chest, fast repairing itself,
sapped much of his energy. By all rights, he should've sought sustenance first,
but he had to get the contract off Ruxandra's father before the man heard of
what had transpired tonight. Then he
would feed. Perhaps a stray goat would hold off the cravings. There was bound
to be one wandering the valley slopes that nobody would miss.
But first, the contract. Ruxandra would become his wife. He hadn't died to
let her slip away now.
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