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eBook Category: Erotica/Fantasy
eBook Description: Castil il Veras, a dowerless scribe born of lesser boyars, attends the wedding of her best friend to the notorious cursed king of Helenrisia. It is at the prenuptial celebrations that she becomes bewitched by the mysterious magus king, even as she recognizes that he is forbidden to her. Doranis of Helenrisia travels south to Caskadan, bound by duty to secure trade agreements by marrying a woman who loathes the sight of him. Marked by the ancient magic of the Waste, he is surprised to discover one who finds him fascinating instead of repellant. But Castil is beyond his reach, cut off from him by birth, circumstance and distance. But Fate would have it otherwise, and a beseeching letter from a dying queen will bring them together again in a land rife with an ageless power. Amber Heat Wave Contest Winner!

eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2005

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [358 KB], eReader (PDB) [64 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [40 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [36 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [88 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [109 KB], hiebook (KML) [151 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [105 KB], iSilo (PDB) [33 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [41 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [86 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [56 KB]
Words: 12112
Reading time: 34-48 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-59279-386-X

"You will be kind to her, your Majesty?" There was a nervous warble to her voice, but she plunged onward. "Kareena knows her duties, but she is frightened, as any new bride would be."

Despite her anxiousness, Castil did not drop her eyes from his, and Doranis gazed at her in admiration. She was brave in her way, speaking in support of someone she cared for, knowing she risked offending him with an impertinence.

He stepped closer to her, smiling slightly as she refused to give ground though he did not miss the slight shiver that shook her frame. "Madam il Marcam does not fear becoming a bride. She fears becoming my bride." He raised her chin with one long finger, tilting her face upward. She blinked as a stray beam of sunshine passed across her eyes. "And you, Madam il Veras, keeper of dead languages and old tales, would you fear me were you mine?"

Images flashed in his mind, the result of his concentration and touch upon her. A bright, full moon, blankets of snow on the Laybet Mountains. Things cold, beautiful, bound in winter. It was how she saw him in her mind, and his breathing slowed even as he felt hers speed up.

"Would you fear me, Castil?" he repeated.

Dark lashes brushed her cheeks as she closed her eyes. "No," she whispered against his descending mouth. "I would welcome you."