A Fae assassin vows to kill the warrior Prince determined to win her heart. . .will his love overcome her thirst for vengeance?
The Mogrens, one of the few remaining pure-blooded gargoyle noble families, want to rule. Ironically, they will use their half-Fae cousin as a weapon to kill Prince Geza.
Moghrenna, raised to be nothing more than a deadly servant, agrees to assassinate the spoiled playboy Geza in return for her freedom, especially after it is revealed he is responsible for the suicide of her beloved mother.
She doesn’t expect to find a Prince embroiled not in war or breaking hearts, but in. . .matchmaking? As she finagles her way into court and earns his trust, she has to make a terrible choice. Fulfill her oath to her family and betray the Prince, or circumvent the oath binding her and suffer her own execution—by his hand.
This is a gargoyle shifter urban fantasy paranormal romance featuring royalty, assassins, strong female leads and plenty of action and adventure. If you love hot alpha men with wings and heroines over 30, download Stone Prince. Books 1 & 2 in the Warriors of Stone series are available now.
He flew them back to the balcony of his tower, though he’d offered to drop her off at her home.
“No,” she’d refused flatly.
“What? I’m not permitted to walk you to your door, give you a goodnight kiss?”
They set down on the landing, but he didn’t release her.
God, she hated this male. He mocked her at every turn. “You’ve already won the right to one kiss. And I don’t want you at my door. This isn’t a date. It’s an experiment to see if you can spend time with a female when sex isn’t involved.”
His lips were close to her ear. “Who said sex wasn’t involved?”
Rhina stiffened. Well, she was already stiff, but now her gargoyle aspect threatened to overwhelm the glamour. It took enough energy to remain in humanoid form, so he wouldn’t feel her wings, fighting the nature of the moon.
“I said it wasn’t involved,” she replied, pulling away and facing him.
“A challenge.” He regarded her coolly, all insouciant humor fled. “I can’t decide if you are silly or very, very clever.”
“If a human woman wanted to capture my interest long term, this would be the way.”
Rhina didn’t move, mind scrambling to catch up with him.
“You are somehow managing to activate my hunting instincts,” he continued, voice clinical. “I should know better—knowing what I know.”
“What do you know, Ioveanu?” she asked hoarsely. Because the effort to keep her talons retracted, to not rip off the glamour and attack him, strangled the breath in her throat. For once, it wasn’t vengeance fueling the urge but . . . defensiveness. His words, the whiplash caress of his voice, the speculative way he stared at her, was activating her instincts as well.
She was as gargoyle as he was. She was as much of a hunter.
Geza’s wings flared, snapping open. Rhina jumped, shifting into a defensive stance then covering it with a start.
“You’re losing it,” he said.
“Losing what?” She inched around him, heading for the door, but he only shifted, blocking her. It became an almost dance—not the ballroom kind. The fighting kind.
“Your mirage. The mystery shrouding you. I’m almost there.”
Rhina froze. “What are you talking about, Highness? There is no mystery about me.”
The Prince smiled, fangs flashing in the moonlight. With the glittering beams bouncing off his cheekbones, his skin appeared to shimmer with a silvery-pearl light, dark eyes deep pools of obsidian.
“It’s not too late,” he said, voice gentle. “You can still remake yourself. You haven’t done anything unforgivable, yet. I never rescinded my offer.”
In that moment, Rhina realized he knew.