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New Release! Hers To Claim, Verdantia Series Book 4
Patricia A. Knight – Blatherings
To whet your interest, here is a
kicking book teaser for HERS
TO CLAIM from my publisher:
Blurb:
Scornfully rejected by her desert
lover and uncertain of her place in
the world, Adonia travels an
arduous road fraught with peril to
the fabled mountain-city of Nyth
Uchel. She wishes to heal their
sick and dying, but in the arms of
Hel—their highborn prince—
Adonia discovers where she longs
to belong.
Noble born, a descendant of the
greatest kings their planet has
known, Hel willingly bears the
burden of his dying city and its
people on his massive shoulders—
alone. But forced to watch
helplessly as a dark evil attacks the
very soil under his feet, he crushes
his pride to summon help. He is
staggered to discover the answer to
saving his city and perhaps all
Verdantia might lie behind a heavy
fall of chocolate hair and shy
brown eyes.
As their entire planet faces
encroaching black death, Hel and
Adonia, two seemingly disparate
individuals, forge a partnership of
love and sacrifice that alters their
future forever.
More? Here are the first two
chapters:
Chapter One
The nails in the worn heels of
Prince DeHelios’ boots clicked
against the stone as Hel climbed
the stairs, and then softened to a
rhythmic thud as he strode the
carpeted hall to the small corner of
the castle still maintained as a
residence. He looked neither left
nor right and ignored the signs of
prosperity dimmed—room after
room empty and dark, rooms
where laughter and love once
abided. He stared sightlessly past
the shrouded portraits of his long-
dead ancestors, the first kings and
queens of Verdantia, now ghostly
rectangles adorning a poorly lit
hall. A melancholy sorrow pierced
his heart when he passed the empty
nursery—it’s fleeting pain as biting
as the cold outside, but he
shrugged it off with a grim
discipline.
“Thank the Goddess, you are
back.” A stooped, elderly man
accosted Hel as he entered a cozy
chamber where a fire radiated
warmth and candles lifted the
gloom. Heavy tapestry curtains
covered the floor-to-ceiling
windows and prevented any draft.
From the bookcases lining the
walls crammed full of leatherbound tomes, the room had served
as a library or office in an earlier
time. Now, the pale bodies on low
pallets arranged about the room
testified to another use—a
sickroom.
“Bernard, give me a moment.” Hel
shrugged his steward off and
nodded at an older woman