Title: Fragile Reign
Series: Mortal Enchantment Bk#3
Author: Stacey O'Neale
Release Date: 25th November 2014
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It’s been a week since all hell broke loose…
Rumors of King
Taron’s weakened powers have left the air court vulnerable. Kalin is desperate
to awaken her akasha powers, except she doesn’t know how. Tension within the
court is at an all-time high. Pressure is mounting for her to ascend to the
throne, but a halfling has never ruled over any court. To solidify her
position, the council has advised her to marry Sebastian—a high ranking air
elemental she’s never met and her betrothed.
Will Kalin sacrifice her relationship with Rowan to strengthen
her court?
Rowan and Marcus return to a fire court in turmoil. Liana’s
death has fueled the fire elementals’ distrust against the air and woodland
courts. The unbalanced elements have set off natural disasters all over the
mortal world. Rowan takes the throne to restore balance, promising to unite the
fire court. But not all elementals are happy with his leadership. Many are
secretly loyal to Valac, which means Rowan needs to find allies for his cause.
Can Rowan unify the court of fire before the elements destroy
the world?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Stacey O'Neale
lives in Annapolis, Maryland. When she's not writing, she spends her time
fangirling over books, blogging, watching fantasy television shows, cheering
for the Baltimore Ravens, and hanging out with her husband and daughter.
Her career in publishing started
as a blogger-turned-publicist for two successful small publishers. Stacey
writes young adult paranormal romance and adult science fiction romance. Her
books always include swoon-worthy heroes, snarky heroines, and lots of kissing.
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EXCERPT ONE
#1
Rowan
After Marcus left, the lack of sleep and
overuse of my power had finally caught up to me. My lids were heavy, making it
hard to keep my eyes open. I laid down on the nearest bed, sinking into the
softness of the vanilla scented pillows. I could rest here until tomorrow, and
then meet Kalin on the beach at sundown. As I closed my eyes, I imagined her in
that sexy sundress with the ocean breeze wafting through her red curls. My lips
tingled remembering the raspberry taste of her kisses. With all this craziness
going on, she was the one thing that made sense. The only person who could make
me forget about everything for a little while.
Kalin was the one I wanted. The only one
I needed. I shook my head. What was wrong with me? It was too soon to be
thinking about this stuff, right? It had only been a few weeks. And what did I
know about real feelings, anyway? Had it not been for Marcus, I would never
even know what it felt like to care for someone. Love was never part of my
life. My mother thought love was a weakness—a
totally worthless emotion compared to power and control.
But that still didn’t explain how I was
feeling. Why everything seemed better when Kalin was around. Why my fingers
ached to touch her. Why her pain shattered me to the core. I put my hands over
my face. Or, maybe the lack of sleep was making me delusional. With a smirk, I
gave in to the darkness that was overwhelming me and fell asleep.
EXCERPT TWO
#5 Kalin
Being betrothed totally sucked. Having
powers I couldn’t control sucked. Not being able to help my ailing father
sucked. Pretty much everything about my life right now sucked on an epic level
of suckage. I forced a smile as I stood beneath the stone archway next to the
council members, pretending to be excited to meet Sebastian. The same way I
pretended not to notice my decisions were being made for me. Like everything in
my life wasn’t out of control and falling to pieces right in front of me.
The mountain wind caught hold of the
bottom trim of my yellow full-length gown. I pushed it back down with my gloved
hands. The council insisted that our first meeting was to be a formal affair,
so I had to dress like I was going to a prom. Ariel, of course, tried to make
the best of it. She thought a princess makeover might improve my mood.
Unfortunately, all of her efforts— combined with the way-too-tight
bodice on this gown—just added to my overall disdain.
After speaking with Dad, we decided it
was best for him to keep Mom away from all of this. At the moment, I had to go
along with the engagement. I was hoping I could gain my akasha powers and never
have to tell her about this whole disaster. Although I understood Dad’s
motives, I was still pissed that he never told me about the betrothal. There
should have been a discussion between us. Lots and lots of them until he saw my
side and then changed his mind. An overwhelming sense of despair lingered in
the pit of my stomach. If I couldn’t ignite my akasha powers, would I really
have to follow through with this and marry a stranger?
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