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Pre-Order your copy Today!<\/strong><\/p>\n Nook – goo.gl\/RnXJD9<\/a><\/p>\n iBooks – https:\/\/apple.co\/2wXL5hg<\/a><\/p>\n Kobo – https:\/\/bit.ly\/2MgFKWU<\/a><\/p>\n Add it to your TBR – https:\/\/bit.ly\/2O5qEpf<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n There are so many people in here. Royals and social climbers of the Winter Court, I try to see into the<\/p>\n edge of the room, cast in shadows, but the light surrounding me blinds me from it. The applause<\/p>\n continues as I make my way onto the stage, in front of the table where the Vasara\u2019s sit, with Cade to the<\/p>\n left of his father who is just an older, slightly greying version of Cade, and Rowan to the right by his<\/p>\n mother. I curtsy as tradition dictates and hold my submissive position until I am released by King Earon\u2019s<\/p>\n words.<\/p>\n \u201cEmilia Daarke. What a long time it has been! Maybe this time when you leave here, it will not be in<\/p>\n bloody circumstances,\u201d his cruel smile takes up half of his face and I hear the laughter and spattering of<\/p>\n applause from his audience behind me. I look to Lanora, whose face is unreadable. Cade sits stoically as<\/p>\n if his father has said nothing, but I see Rowan wince slightly from the corner of my eye. I will not be<\/p>\n baited, because that it exactly what they want.<\/p>\n \u201cKing Earon, it has been a long time. I\u2019m glad the years have been kinder to me than it seems they\u2019ve<\/p>\n been to you,\u201d I say sweetly, my insult obvious but I know these people, I grew up with them. Trading<\/p>\n insults is nothing more than a game to them. He pauses, and a hush descends across the room, before<\/p>\n his laughter belts out, the sound bouncing across the room and I breathe a little easier knowing I\u2019ve<\/p>\n started well, and I\u2019m not bleeding yet. Insulting the winter fae is dangerous game. Sometimes they<\/p>\n laugh, other times, they\u2019ll kill you where you stand. Blood sport is nothing unusual to them.<\/p>\n Cade stands and circles me, blatantly taking in my form in the corseted dress, which hugs and<\/p>\n accentuates every curve I have, trying to demean me without words. I stand and take it, being treated<\/p>\n like a piece of meat, as is expected.<\/p>\n \u201cYou, Emilia, chose to return here, after your twin brother was slaughtered here at my own hand, and<\/p>\n yet, you still wish to marry me and become queen of this court. Is that right?\u201d Cade faces the audience<\/p>\n rather than me, everything for their entertainment and to make me feel like less than nothing.<\/p>\n \u201cThat is right, but must you really treat me with such disrespect. Someone who could potentially be your<\/p>\n future wife, your future queen. Can you not even look at me when you address me?\u201d I don\u2019t see his<\/p>\n hand as it reaches out and strikes me across the face, lightning fast, the shock of it knocking me off<\/p>\n balance.<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe you are the one who needs to learn some respect, to the future king of this court, and to the<\/p>\n man you are hoping to marry. Know your place.\u201d He towers over me, and that\u2019s when I work out his<\/p>\n game. He wants us to submit, to show that we are weak and unworthy of him. So I brace myself and<\/p>\n stand.<\/p>\n \u201cMy place, your highness,\u201d I spit, \u201cis not on my knees, or at your feet.\u201d I stand tall and take him face on.<\/p>\n \u201cNo queen of your court or mine is a submissive coward. I was not raised to cower before you, but to be<\/p>\n the strength and power at your side.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n My name is Sloane, but people call me a variety of names, particularly after they read my books. If you\u2019ve read them, I\u2019m sure you can use your imagination to work them out. I was born in England and have lived in small towns and cities ever since.<\/p>\n My husband, Chris, is the most supportive person in my life. Without his love, help and patience I wouldn’t be where I am today. Living my dreams, with him by my side and our crazy fur baby creating chaos.<\/p>\n At school I drifted through, achieving average grades. I fell into administration and sales jobs, thinking that I couldn’t really do anything else, despite always wanting more.<\/p>\n I\u2019d been writing poetry and song lyrics since the age of about 11, but my love of reading has always been strong. In 2012, I got my first kindle and discovered the works of Samantha Young, Addison Moore, Amanda Hocking, Tijan, A.E Murphy and many many more.<\/p>\n In 2015 I stumbled into the indie world by accident. I emailed a certain indie author after falling head over heels for her books, and she became one of the best friends I will ever have. She\u2019s a gladiator! But she pulled me in, and took me to my first book signing. She encouraged me to start my blog. She encouraged me to put my art out into the world, first with teasers & covers.<\/p>\n Then when I finally told her about my stories, she encouraged me to put them out there. Between her and the one I love the most \u2013 thank you, Lauren Rowe – (my twinnie, and my best friend) I found the confidence to put myself out there, and the rest, as they say, is history.<\/p>\nExcerpt<\/h3>\n
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