Title: Bottom of the Chains
Title: Bottom of the Chains
The King must have his Queen….
The Queen, the all-new thrilling, action packed novella in the Wicked Series by #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout is available now!
From #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout comes the next installment in her Wicked series.
The King must have his Queen….
Bestowed the forbidden Summer’s Kiss by the King of the Summer fae, Brighton Jussier is no longer just human. What she is, what she will become, no one knows for sure, but that isn’t her biggest concern at the moment. Now Caden, the King, refuses to let her go, even at the cost of his Court. When the doorway to the Otherworld is breached, both Brighton and Caden must do the unthinkable—not just to survive themselves, but also to save mankind from the evil that threatens the world.
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About Jennifer L. Armentrout
#1 New York Times and #1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. She spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, hanging out with her husband and her Border Jack Apollo. In early 2015, Jennifer was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, a group of rare genetic disorders that involve a breakdown and death of cells in the retina, eventually resulting in loss of vision, among other complications. Due to this diagnosis, educating people on the varying degrees of blindness has become of passion of hers, right alongside writing, which she plans to do as long as she can.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Tor, HarperCollins Avon and William Morrow, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her Wicked Series has been optioned by PassionFlix. Jennifer has won numerous awards, including the 2013 Reviewers Choice Award for Wait for You, the 2015 Editor’s Pick for Fall With Me, and the 2014/2015 Moerser-Jugendbuch- Jury award for Obsidian. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA. Her adult romantic suspense novel TILL DEATH was a Amazon Editor’s Pick and iBook Book of the Month. Her young adult contemporary THE PROBLEM WITH FOREVER is a 2017 RITA Award Winner in Young Adult Fiction. She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
She is the owner of ApollyCon and The Origin Event, the successful annual events that features over a hundred bestselling authors in Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult Fiction, panels, parties, and more.
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Victoria Gardner was used to being the villain in other people’s stories. ‘Poison Pucker’ in the press translated to ‘pariah’ in the Guilds. Her affinity made her dangerous, but only to those who crossed her. When she arrives home to discover her sister abducted, it ignites every protective instinct. Kidnap and blackmail were trouble enough, but needing a stranger’s help to save her sister was worse. Trustworthy allies were few and far between in her life.Dominic Dawes is done risking his life for the greater good. He needs to get paid. His for-hire status and transport pod make him the perfect partner for Victoria’s rescue attempt. His cocky attitude and rough brand of handsome are the only red flags.
Their journey through the jungles is steamy and dangerous, filled with unexpected players crashing their plans.
One night together left them both thirsty for more. Can Victoria save her sister without sacrificing her heart? Will Dom’s need for credits keep him on mission when he discovers Victoria isn’t what she seems, and his old life beckons?
Poison Pill is Book 3 of the Affinity Guild Files series, but can be read as a stand-alone sci fi romance. Check out Trojan Con and Revenge Gambit to catch up on earlier Affinity Guild adventures.
He never spoke.
But each day, that brooding wizard gave Janiver Benoit a glance.
And when she could not take another quiet stare, or the warmth that look sent
over her skin, she took from Bane something he’d never give freely—one
lingering, soul knocking kiss.
Ten years later, someone has stolen the one thing that keeps magic hidden from
the mortals in Crimson Cove and only Janiver can recover it. But returning to
her hometown means she’ll have to face the past and all the secrets she left
buried there, including the one person she promised herself she’d never see
again. The dangerous wizard that might make leaving Crimson Cove the last thing
she wants to do.
However, Eden has since sold the rights to City Owl Press and the book has been
replotted, rewritten, and kicks off the new Crimson Coves trilogy which follows
witch Janiver Benoit and her siblings as they try to unravel the well-hidden
secrets that have destroyed their family.
ankle, crawling so close that I had nowhere to go. “You’ve been keeping
something from me. I see it. Even in the damn dark I can see it. It’s
everywhere.” Bane moved his warm fingers to my bottom lip and let his thumb
glide across my cheekbone. “You refuse to meet my eyes. You avoid me when I
stare too long.”
emotion so that it became consuming—a vacuous funnel that craved the things it
did not need but took what it wanted. That was Bane. He took control, but for
the life of me I could not see past letting him take what had always been his.
with you.” There was a challenge in his voice that reminded me of us as
children, huddled and scared, taunting and fearless. But I wouldn’t answer,
couldn’t tell him something that would hurry along his anger. It would be heavy
enough when it came.
skin and hear the tiny rasp that caught in his throat.
that small red current still working behind his skin, still flirting with me to
cry out that he was mine. “Never, little witch.”
remember, and at that moment, I could not bring myself to remind him. It would
hurt too much. But the warmth in his hand, the sweet, honeysuckle scent from
his skin weaving like a spell of its own making, intoxicating me, lulling me
closer and closer until only Bane—the sound, feel, and smell of him—took up all
the space in my head. There was only this man. There was only this moment.
faces, our lips—bringing us to the blistering, bated breath before the race
begins. A small incline, the minutest stretch of my neck and that mouth, that
tongue would belong to me. It was different from the night he spelled me. There
was no primeval encouragement from the ley lines egging us on, inching us
closer and closer toward our most basic urges. This was more, and somehow with
Bane’s face so close to mine, with his fingers tugging on the back of my hair,
I knew that one kiss would unhinge me. It would change everything and there
would be no stopping us.
clung tight against the hot breath that fanned out when Bane rested his
forehead against mine, when he moved his mouth to kiss between my eyebrows.
red light shot across his skin, hovering near his fingertips. “Someone spelled
heat in the room too full, the air too thick. Yes, someone had been
spelled—him. Someone had done the spelling—me. But really I was a coward,
scared of what he’d think, say, damn well do if he found out I’d taken his
memories from before. Even if it was for the best, I’d still lied to him—the
lie of omission. I’d blocked him and kept for myself something I had no
business hiding away.
moment, fascinated by the play of reddish light on our skin and that whip of
succulent heat that warmed us every time he moved his fingers across my
collarbone. “I think I know what this is, Jani, but it makes no sense. Nothing
between us, then or now, ever made sense to me.” And it wouldn’t, not to him,
not with the understanding I’d taken from him when I blocked his memories. He
kept flirting closer to the truth, skating the surface of what that light meant
and where he’d seen it before. I couldn’t let him find out, not like that. Not
voice vibrating when my nails slid up his neck. “You watched over me. Protected
like I wasn’t a coward. “But I loved you for it.”
Bane picked me up, pulling me closer, his arm around my waist and that busted
ankle injury forgotten in his smooth haste to kiss me.
voice in my head told me to stop him, reminded me that it was my job to stop
him, I was powerless against the rush of his mouth against my neck and the
greedy hold of his massive hand cupping my hip.
protest, my words meant to stop him, only contradicted by how I stretched my
neck, giving him greater access to my skin.
of his tongue along my bottom lip. “Every look back then to right now, I was
saying the same thing. Every single one.”
light heat collecting around us. If I asked and was disappointed, I’d lose
nothing. I had claimed him long ago and had lived with the empty feeling of
that for years. If he claimed me now, not remembering a thing and discovered
later how badly I’d betrayed him, could I stand the notion that I was his and
he no longer wanted me?
Bane watching me, with him waiting for permission he didn’t seem familiar with
ever having to wait for, I wanted to take something for myself. Just once. “Do
I have to ask?”
romantic suspense novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an
honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking
and rum.When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque
ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too
much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next
New Orleans Saints Superbowl win.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast
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