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386 pages, Hardcover
First published May 10, 2015



She narrowed her eyes to slits. “Shut up, you. You’re part of the reason I became a Paladin in the first place. Sander might have saved your life, but you saved mine.”


“Fine, he said, his tone inscrutable. “Then I’ll forget this, too.” He jerked her roughly to him, tilted her chin up, and brushed his mouth against hers. He pulled back from the kiss. “It’s forgotten,” he breathed into her mouth. >>> okay, seriously, how is that not hot? Ugh. He’s my favorite type of love interest and he plays the role perfectly.
“Tonight, my boy, we’re going to make you a man.”>> The awkwardness that ensues, seriously, you know it’s going to end badly and then when

“My eyes bother you, do they?”
“N-no,” Sam stuttered, startled by the question. “Was I staring?”
“You were.”
Sam winced at his bluntness. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”
He turned his face away from hers. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.”
“This poison you feel for her,” the High Commander spat, “is a contagion. You’re the king among beasts, Braeden, and your desires are theirs. Every time you look at her, every demon within range turns into a love-sick puppy… You want Sam, Braeden. Well, so do they. And they won’t stop wanting her til you either give up this foolish infatuation or she’s dead.”

“If this were a fairy tale,I'd be my own Gods damned knight.”

“All of her training had been for this.For a chance to become her own hero.”
“I'll tell you who I'm not.I'm not some princess in an ivory tower.I'm not someone who runs scared from a fight.And I'm not the kind of girl who gives up on something she wants because of a little thing like danger.”

“Get this through your thick skull:I am not some fragile flower.I don't break easily.I can defend myself from anything.Even you.”
“Paladin Tristan Lyons.The man who'd saved her and the reason she was here.He would ruin everything.”
“He'd been told he was evil since he'd left his mother's womb,and after a time,he'd started to believe it true.”

She wanted to be a warrior and a woman, but she wasn't allowed to be both. So she'd made her decision, and if given a second chance she would make it again.
“This is no fairy tale, little girl,” he said into her ear as she started to slump. “No one’s coming to save you.” Gasping for breath, Sam sucked air into her lungs. “I don’t need to be saved. I’ll damn well save myself.”
Her shoulders sagged. Whoever said the pen was mightier than the sword had never met Tristan.
Braeden didn’t fear much in life. Why would he be afraid of monsters when he was one himself? He’d been told he was evil since he’d left his mother’s womb, and after a time, he’d started to believe it true. There wasn’t much to fear when he was his own worst nightmare.




“You best have dagger hidden underneath those skirts.”
Sam patted the small lump on the right side of her hip,the bulge on her left,and then felt for a ridge by her ankles.
She had three.”






























"Sam's whore sat on her knees in the middle of the bed, her hands and ankles bound behind her, her mouth gagged. She wore only her chemise; her bindings and gag appeared to have been fashioned from the white fabric of what used to be her dress.
'Gods, Sam.'
'It's not what you think!' Sam added quickly.


