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About Night in His Eyes by Alisyn Fae & Emma Alisyn
Title: Night in His Eyes
Author: Alisyn Fae & Emma Alisyn
Series: The Fae Prince of Everenne #1
Genre: Fantasy Romance
A war of Fae Houses. A Prince waking from darkness. A woman drenched in his blood.
Prince Renaud, my mother’s killer, is waking. The Court has not felt the full weight of an Old One in centuries, and it’s my fault.
I am Aerinne Capulette, Lady of House Faronne, and I will have my vengeance against House Montague and Renaud. But despite the ground war I’ve led since I was a child, we remain locked in bloody stalemate.
If the Prince takes the field against us, he will rip from my mind the secret that will shred any hope for peace, or victory.
He will kill me if he discovers the truth. . .
. . .sweet, foolish child. Your death is not what I desire. I have not waited, watched, and planned for centuries to let something as petty as a halfling girl’s vengeance keep me from claiming what is mine.
To protect you, and to ensure my reign, I will bend you to my will. I will slake this obsession with your blood and tears, and I will yield you to no one.
Let your House protest. Let my Court look aghast. They are nothing.
And you—you are my anchor.
We may be enemies, but your hatred only seduces my darkness.
Night in His Eyes is an adult high heat, slow burn Fae fantasy romance, first in the Fae Prince of Everenne series. This not a standalone and ends in a cliffhanger.
Excerpt from Night in His Eyes
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Alisyn Fae & Emma Alisyn
No male had ever pulled me with such casual command against his body. He settled a hand on the small of my back, above the curve of my bottom. Lavender burnt to displeased dust in my nostrils the moment he touched me.
I stiffened. “Be careful where you put your hands, Prince. I am not yours.” I tried to draw away and his fingers pressed into me, a silent refusal.
Prince Renaud lowered his mouth to my ear, his voice a breath of sound. “Do not run from me.”
“And if I do?”
“Run, and I will give chase, my halfling.”
Music began, a duo of harps with percussion that echoed the staccato beats of my heart, a wordless feminine voice twining through the notes, and we danced.
“You have no right to hold me like this.”
“What is right?” He tilted his head in slow perusal, a quizzical light in his cold stare.
“It starts with consent.” I said this to the High Lord—without clawing his eyes out.
Fingertips brushed the curve of my hips, sliding over silk like he owned the body beneath. “You consented to dance.”
I forced my jaw to unclench, my temper ticking up a notch. I’d told him not to touch me like that. Like a lover. Like I’d given him the right he was taking. I cringed internally at even thinking the cliché, but the dizzying speed of his interest was all so sudden. If anyone had told me a week ago the Prince of Everenne would be all over me like dryads in a tree, I would have laughed. Where was all of this coming from?
“To dance, not for you to fuck me standing up in public.”
“When I fuck you, Aerinne, you won’t be capable of standing. And if you have never beheld the Fae fuck while dancing, you have never beheld Fae truly dance.”
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About Emma Alisyn
Emma is a 40 mumble mumble bi-racial American Muslim mom of five who writes PNR & SFR.
Her dragons, fae, and bears will most interest readers who like their alphas strong, protective, and smokin’ hot; their heroines feisty, brainy, too grown to give a *uck, and over the age of 30.
Her stories feature men and women of diverse backgrounds.
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