Part of Series
THERE’S NO ONE I HATE MORE THAN MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND. Jace is arrogant, annoying, and has been tormenting me my whole life. So I've done what any fairy princess would do: I've waged war on him. He wants to teach all the birds in our aviary to crap on me, then I'll sic a creature in heat on him. He attacks my books, I'll wax off all his hair. But then the jerk does something truly horrendous: he becomes my royal guard. Now I'm stuck with him all the bloody time. But when we're called away to war, that annoyance he fills me with starts to turn into something else... Something hot and dangerous that will destroy us both. For if our enemies find out he can be used to break me, they won't stop until they have his head.
Author
Miranda Grant is not a serial killer. As an author of fantasy and paranormal romance, she just needs to know some things, like how many dead babies can fit in a bathtub (34, 52.5 if blended), what human meat tastes like (dry pork), how to get away with murder (it’s really hard to tell the difference between a drowning accident and a drowning murder, just saying), etc. This non-serial killer lady lives with her partner, who often drags her outside, claiming ‘sunlight is necessary’ and ‘social interactions are a good thing’. Given her questionable search history, she goes along with it, thinking it’ll be better to have less ‘aloof serial killer vibes’ should the police ever knock on her door…
