Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Warlord of the Titans
Titans, Book 2
Greed. Savagery. As an Omega Kristján Black is no stranger to wicked men. However, when his cousin owes a debt too great to pay back, he’s sold like cattle to the highest bidder. Captured, stripped of his identity, and sent to serve as a slave to a brutal warlord, Kristján can’t help but feel this is a fate worse than death.
Theron Decimus is a brute.
A warlord with a vicious hatred for all skrælingjar. Too bad that’s just what Kristján is. Half-human and half-wolf, he doesn’t have a place in this world, much less as a slave. As a trusted advisor to Lucious Rex, the King of the Titans, Theron is dangerous. Deadly.
And most of all, devastating.
A man that ruthlessly only wants to crush him.
Kristján must resist the temptation to let him.
“That’s how it has to be, dearest.” Nathanial’s voice was like the soft strings of a melody. He reached a delicate hand forward, long slender fingers poised to touch, but skittered away like a cockroach at the last minute.
They haven’t touched in years. Two large men loomed by the door; their hulking statures were enough to make Kristján’s knees quake. Beady eyes drilled into him, and he caught a whiff of their open disdain. Filthy skrælingjar. Well, they could fuck off to hell and back. Yet still, Kristján snaked his hands beneath the table, hiding the talon-like claws and his perked ears flattened.
“B-but…” Kristján’s voice was tired. Weak. Nothing but a frail squeak of nonsensical sounds.
“Don’t you want to leave? Isn’t this the perfect opportunity?” Nathanial cut him off, a hint of impatience in his tone. “Come now, it won’t be for too long.”
The words made his head snap up. He gazed at Nathanial disbelieving before his eyes darted to the men by the door carrying heavy iron chains. A viperous grin slithered over Nathanial’s lips, and his black hair cascaded over his broad shoulders, pooling on his lap like ink. Pale as the moon, Nathanial’s peach blossom eyes were curved with mocking laughter, and his pink lips were the color of red wine.
“Cousin,” he half moaned and half pouted. “Don’t you want to do this favor for me?”
Acid sloshed around in Kristján’s stomach. Favor? How the fuck was any of this a favor? Nathanial always had this way of twisting things, downplaying the seriousness by cooing noises. The reality was that Kristján was being sent to his death and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
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Book 1: King of the Titans
Resentment. Malevolence. Desire. It wraps around him like a familiar cloak.
Like a second skin. Years of war hardened his heart into something unfathomable. For centuries he knew nothing but retribution and the ruthlessness of death and decay. His clan lost the war. They were decimated, their way of life stripped, and sold to the highest bidder.
Now he finally has a chance to take back everything he lost.
To kill the King of Titans, assassin Julian White pretends to be a courtesan.
Falling in love with Lucious Rex, the man that tortured and killed his family is an unfortunate complication.
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Literature is in my veins and the words pour out of my blood. Message me privately to join the mailing list. I like my artsy with a bit of fartsy. I love Sundays spent drinking massive amounts of coffee and lingering over whichever book I am currently enthralled with. Favorite movies: American Beauty. Duh. What can I say? It’s a classic. Favorite place: The fort I built in my basement which my mom forced me to take down. Favorite food: Cheetos. Puffs. I don’t know what everything is crazy about the crunchy ones are crap.
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