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by Kate Cornell
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: June 1st 2020
Entangled Teen
Summary:
Princess Kalista has known her role from birth. She’s spent her entire life preparing to be the socialite wife of a prince from a peaceful kingdom. But on her big day, she is shocked when she is instead forced to marry the warrior prince of a cursed land, who is as cold as the wintry kingdom he’ll one day rule.
Carson has a throne no princess wants to share with him. An immortal beast ravages their land, and he’ll do anything to stop it, even marry a complete stranger on the day she was supposed to wed her betrothed. Let her hate him for it, but Kalista is his only hope for peace.
Kalista knows she’s just a pawn on the chessboard of politics, but now she’s expected to kill an unstoppable creature because of some legend about her bloodline that Carson believes as truth. He trains her how to fight, and when lessons in swordplay lead to lessons in love, her destiny puts more than just her life at risk.
How far is she willing to go to save the prince she never wanted…but can’t imagine living without?
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Excerpt:
“I worked at the laces cinched up the side of my gown. The knot
ended in the pit of my arm, and I couldn’t reach it. I needed to call for a
chambermaid to assist me.
ended in the pit of my arm, and I couldn’t reach it. I needed to call for a
chambermaid to assist me.
Somehow.
The humming had stopped.
I spun, clutching my arms to my chest as though to cover myself.
Carson was on his feet and almost next to me.
Big and silent. Shadowbear.
My face went hot. I was surprised someone who couldn’t understand
me could make me so self-conscious, surprised that I could feel his gaze
running the length of me like it had in the barracks, on the dance floor,
without looking
me could make me so self-conscious, surprised that I could feel his gaze
running the length of me like it had in the barracks, on the dance floor,
without looking
“I can’t reach the laces,” I muttered, still clutching myself as
though protecting my modesty while fully clothed. As if I still had any modesty
to protect.
though protecting my modesty while fully clothed. As if I still had any modesty
to protect.
But being this close to him set off a flurry of butterflies within
me.
me.
It was silly, counting his toes and failing to take off my own
dress. I didn’t want him to see me like this. I didn’t want him to get to know
me this way.
dress. I didn’t want him to see me like this. I didn’t want him to get to know
me this way.
If only I knew what he was thinking, if his face wasn’t so
impassive.
impassive.
He hummed that song again and stalked closer.
Almost unconsciously, I backed away from his approach.
It was a pleasant tune, reminiscent of one I’d heard before. He
reached for me, cupping my shoulders in his enormous hands and turning me. He spoke,
but I didn’t need words to know what he wanted. I lifted my arm.
reached for me, cupping my shoulders in his enormous hands and turning me. He spoke,
but I didn’t need words to know what he wanted. I lifted my arm.
He attacked the laces.
He did poorly.
At least it proved a formidable adversary for us both.
With each tug of the laces, the dress grew tighter and tighter. I
winced on the next pull, gasped.
winced on the next pull, gasped.
Carson spat out a word, another instance where his intention
seemed clear.
seemed clear.
I laughed, filing the word away for later use, in case I wanted to
shock Emmett. The monk probably didn’t intend to teach me the curse words.
shock Emmett. The monk probably didn’t intend to teach me the curse words.
I said it back to him.
Carson stopped, looking at me, shocked. After a moment, he nodded
and smiled. “Yes.”
and smiled. “Yes.”
“It’s hopeless. I guess it’s never coming off.”
Carson drew his knife. He held it up, his eyes shining with mock
fury, grinning. “Is one way.”
fury, grinning. “Is one way.”
Yep. That would do it.
With a flick of his wrist, he cut the leather cord below the knot.
The dress was still cinched tight enough to stay on, but now it would need
repair.
The dress was still cinched tight enough to stay on, but now it would need
repair.
He grunted and nodded with satisfaction.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m sorry.” For what? Inconveniencing him?
But the words were the ones I was now most practiced with.
But the words were the ones I was now most practiced with.
He grunted and nodded again.
He was very close.
It was different when there wasn’t an audience. Out of the corner
of my eye, I saw him swallow.
of my eye, I saw him swallow.
His fingers touched my forehead, catching a loose lock of hair and
brushing it back. My head followed the sweep of his hand until I finally met
his eyes. I imagined that glow inside the helmet, piercing, intense. Was there
no part of him that was vulnerable? Did he ever drop his guard? Even the dance
was a sort of war, a competition not unlike shooting targets for Reeven
peerage.
brushing it back. My head followed the sweep of his hand until I finally met
his eyes. I imagined that glow inside the helmet, piercing, intense. Was there
no part of him that was vulnerable? Did he ever drop his guard? Even the dance
was a sort of war, a competition not unlike shooting targets for Reeven
peerage.
Maybe it was easier not knowing what he thought, not knowing what
he wanted, just believing that he and I performed our duties, our royal and
religious obligation, creating a monster-slaying child of destiny. We were two
players acting out prophecy. Our thoughts and wants didn’t matter.
he wanted, just believing that he and I performed our duties, our royal and
religious obligation, creating a monster-slaying child of destiny. We were two
players acting out prophecy. Our thoughts and wants didn’t matter.
He lifted my wrist. “One, two.” With each number, he slid one of
his fingers between two of mine. “Three, four.”
his fingers between two of mine. “Three, four.”
“Five,” I whispered and he closed his grip with his thumb.”
About the Author
Kate Cornell is the author of Live Like Legends published on June 1st, 2020.She is currently writing a novel. This statement is always true. At any given time, she is writing a novel. She has contributed to After Dark with Julian Clark, TMI Hollywood and Top Story! Weekly at iO West.
She likes dogs, cats, and watching television shows about conspiracy theories.
Website: https://katecornellonline.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KateCornell
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