We're hosting a book blitz for The Prince's Prisoner by Klarissa King, a new adult fantasy retelling and the second book in the Feared Fables series. This book blitz is organized by Xpresso Book Tours. Read an excerpt from the book and enter the giveaway! Please read on to learn more about the book!
ABOUT THE BOOK!
Series: Feared Fables #2
Author: Klarissa King
Genre: New Adult, Fantasy, Retelling
Release Date: February 15, 2019
A dark fae prince.
A stolen human girl.
And an unwanted marriage.
Not all beasts can be redeemed…
Callie doesn’t believe in fairy tales. Too bad they believe in her.
The fae whisk Callie and her friend off to be prisoners of an eternal dance. But Callie is stolen again.
Maybe the eternal dance wasn’t so bad after all…
A lethal fae has taken her as his unwilling bride, and she has to balance between life and death in his castle, while finding a way out of the dangerous fae realm. Only, she’s playing games with the Prince of War.
The Prince learns just how far Callie will go to save her friend from a lifetime of torture—and just what she will do to save herself from his clutches.
Callie must escape the wicked prince before she turns from prisoner to prey. But as the prince himself tells her, ‘Sacrifice is no noble thing in the fae realm.’
Everything in the fae realm comes at a price…
The Prince’s Prisoner is a Dark Fae Retelling of the original Beauty and the Beast, and is the second book in the anthology series, Feared Fables. Can be read as a stand-alone. Please be aware of themes.
READ AN EXCERPT!
"I’ll fight you always. I’ll never give you an heir. If I did, I wouldn’t leave it behind in this world.”
A flash of fury swept over his face. His jaw tightened and his fingers curled into tight fists.
“I’m not the wife you want. I’m too young for this—for any of this, even in my world.” It was an almost truth. Many of her friends had started families, but it was never something Callie wanted for herself. She wanted to be in her twenties forever—and not the way Rain offered. “It’s not too late to let me go,” she said. “We can make a new deal.”
Rain stood from his chair, and she had the same shuddering feeling as when he first stood before her in the hall. He seemed taller again, towering over her even with the desk between them, and the danger of his face brought to mind the wolf on the pebble-path.
“Should you provide an heir to my throne,” he began, his voice a growl, “our bargain dictates that it will remain with me. If you wish it, our marriage may continue after that, or you may leave. But never will I allow you to take what I am owed.”
Callie bit the insides of her cheeks, hard.
He leaned closer, eyes alight with anger. “If you dare attempt such foolery, I promise you this, human. I will hunt you to the ends of your world, and inflict such pain on you that you will beg to be my bride once more if only to ease your suffering.”
Even through the shudders that plagued her, Callie bared her teeth at him. “Nothing in any world could ever make me want to be with you. You’re a monster, you’re vile, and you’re a fucking arse.”
Rain watched her a moment.
“I had the intention of allowing you into the orchard tonight,” he said, voice a low growl. “Escorted by a guard, but a treat nonetheless. Perhaps a peace-offering.”
He unfurled his fists and stepped around the desk to move in on her.
“I offer you a royal position as my bride, a chance at eternal life, and in exchange, you threaten to take what will be mine. Our bargain is definite. It cannot be changed. It belongs to nature, as do we both. And,” he added in a low whisper, “I would not free you from it if it was within my power. You are mine, human.”
Callie barked a cruel laugh and leaned closer to him, the corner of the table cutting into her not unlike his sharp gaze.
“All of this,” she shrilled. “This castle, a wife, an heir—none of it will fill that hole inside of you where goodness should be. You’re desperate for what you think will make you happy, make your life whole and complete. But it’s all a charade. A pretty mask to cover up what you really are inside.” His handsome face was no more, now twisted with brewing rage. “A monster,” she spat. “A beast. You’re ugly inside, Rain, and no amount of marriages or children will fix that.”
Rain took a long, deep breath through his flaring nostrils, fingernails cutting into the wood of his desk. The fury radiated from him, seeped from his skin like poison. “I am tempted to destroy every book in your alcove if only to see you weep,” he whispered darkly. “Now, you have truly angered me and I will see you suffer for it.”
She jerked back from the desk.
Her scream came just as moved to snatch her—
A flash of fury swept over his face. His jaw tightened and his fingers curled into tight fists.
“I’m not the wife you want. I’m too young for this—for any of this, even in my world.” It was an almost truth. Many of her friends had started families, but it was never something Callie wanted for herself. She wanted to be in her twenties forever—and not the way Rain offered. “It’s not too late to let me go,” she said. “We can make a new deal.”
Rain stood from his chair, and she had the same shuddering feeling as when he first stood before her in the hall. He seemed taller again, towering over her even with the desk between them, and the danger of his face brought to mind the wolf on the pebble-path.
“Should you provide an heir to my throne,” he began, his voice a growl, “our bargain dictates that it will remain with me. If you wish it, our marriage may continue after that, or you may leave. But never will I allow you to take what I am owed.”
Callie bit the insides of her cheeks, hard.
He leaned closer, eyes alight with anger. “If you dare attempt such foolery, I promise you this, human. I will hunt you to the ends of your world, and inflict such pain on you that you will beg to be my bride once more if only to ease your suffering.”
Even through the shudders that plagued her, Callie bared her teeth at him. “Nothing in any world could ever make me want to be with you. You’re a monster, you’re vile, and you’re a fucking arse.”
Rain watched her a moment.
“I had the intention of allowing you into the orchard tonight,” he said, voice a low growl. “Escorted by a guard, but a treat nonetheless. Perhaps a peace-offering.”
He unfurled his fists and stepped around the desk to move in on her.
“I offer you a royal position as my bride, a chance at eternal life, and in exchange, you threaten to take what will be mine. Our bargain is definite. It cannot be changed. It belongs to nature, as do we both. And,” he added in a low whisper, “I would not free you from it if it was within my power. You are mine, human.”
Callie barked a cruel laugh and leaned closer to him, the corner of the table cutting into her not unlike his sharp gaze.
“All of this,” she shrilled. “This castle, a wife, an heir—none of it will fill that hole inside of you where goodness should be. You’re desperate for what you think will make you happy, make your life whole and complete. But it’s all a charade. A pretty mask to cover up what you really are inside.” His handsome face was no more, now twisted with brewing rage. “A monster,” she spat. “A beast. You’re ugly inside, Rain, and no amount of marriages or children will fix that.”
Rain took a long, deep breath through his flaring nostrils, fingernails cutting into the wood of his desk. The fury radiated from him, seeped from his skin like poison. “I am tempted to destroy every book in your alcove if only to see you weep,” he whispered darkly. “Now, you have truly angered me and I will see you suffer for it.”
She jerked back from the desk.
Her scream came just as moved to snatch her—
ABOUT THE AUTHOR!
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When not writing, Klarissa can be found in bed poring over a great new release, or reluctantly walking her demanding dogs who pretty much run the house.
She is the writer, Isla Jones. Isla uses the pen-name Klarissa for fantasy, while using Isla Jones for her darker, grittier horror works to help separate the styles and genres for her readers.
When not writing, Klarissa can be found in bed poring over a great new release, or reluctantly walking her demanding dogs who pretty much run the house.
She is the writer, Isla Jones. Isla uses the pen-name Klarissa for fantasy, while using Isla Jones for her darker, grittier horror works to help separate the styles and genres for her readers.
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