He will claim his revenge. And then he'll claim her. JORDAN Prince Taurik is not a bull you want to piss off. He doesn't take prisoners, he slays them. Unfortunately for me, first contact has left me clapped in a collar and chains. And underneath all that scorching rage of his is another fire. One that burns for me. Too bad he’s already “promised” to another and the Queen Consort Nasrin wants me gone. Otherwise, I’d stay and not leave the first decent chance I get. TAURIK The strange female from the stars destroyed my prized gardens—so I made her my pet. Jordan is soft, kind. She is not like the brash female Nasin demands me to marry. But as I hunt the traitors in the palace down, in the hopes of freeing myself from the queen consort’s grasp, the enemies I must weed out multiply. As does the growing danger to my pet. I must eliminate the threats to me and the crown at all cost. But another problem rises. Jordan consumes my thoughts… my loins. And if she continues to have her way, she will consume my heart too.