Tempted by a
Rogue Prince, the third book in New York
Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot new paranormal romance series,
Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the
release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website.
Find out how to enter the Tempted by a Rogue Prince international
giveaway (ends August 24th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25
gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 6 chapter sample
of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/tempted-by-a-rogue-prince-paranormal-romance-novel.php
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Tempted by a
Rogue Prince and the Eternal Mates series is set in the same world as the
Vampire Erotic Theatre series, so if you’re a fan of that series, you will love
Eternal Mates. Throughout this series, you’ll have a chance to catch up with
the cast of the Vampire Erotic Theatre series and learn more about their world.
In Claimed by a Demon King, you’ll get to visit the theatre, and some of the
favourite characters in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series.
Here’s more
about Tempted by a Rogue Prince, including an excerpt from this paranormal
romance novel.
Felicity Heaton
An elf prince on the verge of losing himself to the darkness, Vail is maddened by the forty-two centuries he was under the control of a witch and forced to war with his brother. Now, he roams Hell seeking an escape from his terrible past and the heads of all who bear magic. When demons of the Fifth Realm capture him, he sees a chance to end his existence, but when he wakes in a cell to a beautiful female, he finds not death but his only shot at salvation—his true fated mate.
Captured by the enemy of the Third Realm when the war ended, Rosalind has spent months in the cells of the Fifth Realm with her magic bound, forced to heal the new king’s demon warriors, and haunted by the lives she has taken. When she’s brought to heal an unconscious man, she discovers her only hope of escape has come in the form of her worst nightmare and the first part of a prediction that might spell her doom—a devastatingly handsome and dangerous dark elf prince. Unwilling to fall under the control of anyone ever again, Vail must escape before the Fifth King can use him as a pawn in a deadly game of revenge, but he cannot leave without Rosalind, the woman who looks at him with dark desire in her stunning eyes and awakens a fierce hunger in his heart. A witch who drives him mad with need even as the darkness within whispers she will enslave him too. Can Rosalind escape her fate as they embark on a journey fraught with danger and resist the temptation of her rogue elf prince? And can Vail overcome the memories that madden him in order to seize his chance for salvation and the heart of his fated female forever?
Tempted by a
Rogue Prince is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble
Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find
the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/tempted-by-a-rogue-prince-paranormal-romance-novel.php
Ki’ara.
Vail refused to believe he had called the
female such a thing. It was all a trick she had devised to lure him into her
trap. She had heard him mutter that word, picking it out from all the others,
latching onto it in the hope it would weaken him enough for her to cast a spell
on him. She meant to enslave him with it, just as another had before her.
He stared at the ceiling, studying the
cracks between the dark grey stones, and clawed his hair back, pulling it
tight, until his scalp stung.
Had he called her ki’ara?
Beloved.
Why?
Vail laughed emptily to himself, the sound
unnerving even him. The occupants of the cells on either side of his shuffled
further away, evidently deciding it wise to distance themselves from his
insanity.
Insanity.
Yes. That was why he had used that word for
her. Kordula had driven him madder than he had thought possible, and that was
the reason he had called the fair female such a name, because he had no ki’ara.
He wasn’t that lucky.
The ceiling of his cell swam out of focus
as his heart beat frantically against his ribs, far quicker than normal, the
pace sickening him.
Filling him with dread.
It wasn’t possible that it was her heart
causing his to race, the product of a bond he had initiated between them by
giving her blood. It wasn’t. He shook his head and barked out another laugh,
this one bordering on hysterical judging by the way the incubus slunk away from
the bars of his cell across the corridor from Vail’s and eyed him warily. She
couldn’t be.
The incubus.
Vail slowly tilted his head to his left to
face him. “You.”
The dark-haired male pointed at himself,
his green eyes wide, as if he wasn’t sure Vail was talking to him. Who else was
there to speak with in this dreadful place? This fae was the only one he could
see, and the only one who could see him where he lay, and that meant the male
had witnessed everything.
He had heard everything.
Vail allowed his hands to fall away from
his hair. They hung limp, his arms stretched out above his head, the length of
chain securing him to the stone slab dragging across the flags.
“Did she speak the truth?” Vail said and
the incubus nodded without hesitation.
Vail turned his face away to stare at the
ceiling again. Ki’ara. He had called her such a thing.
“You made her drink from you,” the male
said in a voice laced with disgust, one that let Vail know exactly what this
male thought of him. “Sick wanker.”
He wasn’t sure what that profanity meant
but no profanity was complimentary. This male thought him wretched indeed.
“To heal her,” Vail whispered to the
ceiling, still unable to believe that he had done such a thing.
Yet he could feel the ties that bound them,
his body to hers. He knew their hearts beat in time with each other, hers
causing his to race, speaking to him of how frightened she had been when she
had confronted him and the fury that lingered within her still. It would be
that way until the bond was complete, something that felt impossible to him,
but necessary too, as vital to him as air and blood.
Their feelings mingled and flowed from one
to the other. He was weak of body and mind, hunger draining his powers, but he
could sense her fear and every instinct he possessed demanded he reach her and
take away the source of that fear so she would feel safe again.
Impossible. He was the source of her fear.
He was the one who had upset her.
She had already removed herself from him.
When she had stopped outside his cell and
looked at him, her eyes had sparked with silver fire that had danced amongst
the cool blue waters. He had witnessed the power held locked within her and
knew that she had longed to direct it at him. She had wanted to hit him with a
spell.
Witch.
He unleashed a feral snarl and battled the
sense of connection to her, refusing to believe it stemmed from anything other
than his blood in her body. She was not his ki’ara. The prediction given to him
as a youth had been wrong. It had all been a lie, a trick by Kordula somehow.
Her ancestors had planted the seed in his head that his fated female would be a
sorceress and he had foolishly believed it. They had then sent her to him and
she had set her trap. He had fallen right into it.
He’d had no bond with Kordula, and he had
no bond with this witch either.
Using the same power that kept his
connection to Loren closed, he severed the one that linked him to her, shutting
out her emotions.
His heart didn’t slow though.
Demons stopped outside his cell again. Vail
ignored them, focusing on his heart instead, willing it to slow and adopt a
normal rhythm, one that didn’t make his head spin and leave him feeling weaker.
One of the demons opened the door and held
it while the other stepped inside his cell. Vail spared them a glance. They
weren’t the normal dungeon dwelling guards. These two wore loose black shirts
with their black leather trousers, and carried a set of restraints that he
didn’t like.
They locked the cell door and approached
him. The witch’s words came back to him. He was to see the king.
The demons bent over him, clamping gleaming
solid metal cuffs around his wrists and his ankles, and unlocking the ones that
held him fastened to the slab. The male nearest his wrists grabbed the short
chain between his new manacles, hauling him into a sitting position and then
onto his feet, and he didn’t fight them. He wanted to meet this king.
His knees wobbled under his sudden weight
and he locked them, refusing to show any weakness around these wretches.
The other demon, slightly smaller than his
companion, with a chunk of his dirty grey left horn missing, placed a thick
band of metal around Vail’s waist and locked it behind his back. It bit into
his hips, the metal cold against his skin, but it wasn’t the chill that made it
crawl.
There was magic in these bonds. He could
feel it sapping his strength and he growled under his breath, itching to fight
it and get it off him. He clenched and unclenched his fists, battling his
rising panic, trying to subdue it before it ate away at his control. He had to
stay lucid. He couldn’t lose control.
The demon who had secured the band around
his waist placed the chain between Vail’s wrists into a thick loop on the front
of the band and shoved it closed, locking the chain to it and making it
impossible for him to move his arms. Vail growled when the other demon placed a
collar made of the same magically reinforced metal around his neck.
The larger demon opened the cell door and
the smaller one shoved him forwards. The length of the chain between his ankles
was only long enough for him to shuffle his bare feet over the smooth cold
stones. When he reached the open door, the two males hit the band around his
waist and he jerked forwards, losing his balance. A tug on his collar stopped
him from falling on his face.
He glared over his shoulder at them and
realised they hadn’t shoved him or pulled him back. Both demons held long metal
poles that were now attached to his belt and his collar, keeping him at a
distance from them.
They both pushed on the ends of the poles,
forcing him to move. He snarled and flashed his fangs, but had no choice but to
obey. He shuffled forwards, his eyes fixed on the floor in front of his feet,
shame burning through him. The chain between his ankles rattled and scraped
across the stones.
He despised it.
Being restrained physically was almost as
bad as being restrained by magic.
He looked at his shackled wrists. In this
case, he was being restrained by both magic and a physical item. He hated that
he could feel the sorcery in the bonds that held him. It crawled over his skin
like an oily slick, suffocating him and making it impossible to think rationally.
He hated that he could feel magic in the female too. It drove him mad.
Sent him deep into dark, twisted memories
that pulled him under, tugging him away from reality and leaving him lost in a
strange, deranged state that left him feeling as if he was living a
nightmare—as eternal and dark as the most hellish pit in the underworld.
The demons marched him past the cells and
he kept his eyes cast downwards, his thoughts turned inwards, fearing he would
sense the witch and would lose his grip on reality. He struggled up the stone
steps to an arched doorway and flinched as he raised his head and bright
torchlight washed over his face. The guard on his left shoved with his poles
and Vail silently bared his fangs in warning before trudging onwards, out into
the light.
Males milled around the enormous courtyard
of the black castle, some locked in mock battle and others talking in groups.
Not all were demon. He spotted bear shifters and one or two dragons in their
human forms.
Not all were male.
Vail growled low in his throat on sensing
the presence of dark magic, his gaze instantly seeking the source of it. Two
women stood off to his right, one blonde and one a redhead.
Redhead.
Vail snarled at her and launched himself in
that direction, forgetting that his ankles were bound. He tripped on the short
chain and stumbled, and would have fallen on his face had the two demons
holding him not pulled back on the poles, jerking him upright like a
marionette.
The two dark witches laughed, the high
sound mocking him. He bared his fangs at them and hissed, his pointed ears
flattening against the sides of his head, warning them not to laugh at him. It
didn’t stop them.
The warriors around them paid him no heed.
They were too busy staring at the witches, hungry gazes raking over their
bodies, taking in every curve put on display by their long tight black dresses.
The witches stared at Vail though, giving
him their undivided attention, turning his stomach over with the force of it.
Their magic was in the bonds that held him prisoner, touching him. It was all
over him, that oily slick covering every inch of him now, smothering him,
making him itch to wash himself and scrub it away.
All witches made him feel this way, whether
male or female, dark or light, and he despised them for it.
The demons shoved him forwards, forcing him
to continue his march of shame through the courtyard.
It struck him that Little Wild Rose didn’t
make him react in such a way. When he was around her, he wanted to fight and
attack her, needed to defend himself and drive her away, as he did with these
witches, but he didn’t feel sickened, drowning in her magic and choking on her
presence.
He shook that thought away. The cuffs she
wore dampened her power so he could only feel a fragment of it, and that was
the only reason she didn’t repulse him.
One of the demon guards pushed him in the
back. “Keep moving.”
Vail came back to the world and discovered
he was inside one of the towering buildings of the castle. He had lost track of
his surroundings, thoughts of the witch stealing his focus, a dangerous and
foolish move to have made. He should have been focused on discovering the
layout of the castle and looking for weaknesses in its defences, something he
could exploit in order to escape.
They entered a cavernous hall lit by
torches mounted on the great gleaming obsidian pillars supporting the vaulted
ceiling. Ahead of him, at the end of a long wide aisle, stood a black throne on
a raised stone platform.
On that throne sat a huge demon male.
Tempted by a
Rogue Prince is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble
Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the
links, a fantastic 6 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter
the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift
certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/tempted-by-a-rogue-prince-paranormal-romance-novel.php
Books in the Eternal Mates paranormal romance series:
Book 4: Hunted
by a Jaguar – coming in 2015
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Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
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I'm loving all these excerpts from all the different Tour Stops!
ReplyDeleteThis is a brilliant series and I for one can't wait for the next book!
Thanks for the excerpt.