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book by Author Lily Archer, be sure to check out all the details below.
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Title: FAE'S CAPTIVE
Author: Lily Archer
Pub. Date: February 19, 2019
Publisher: Lily Archer
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 215
My college roommate
was the worst. Cecile would steal my food, bring guys over at all hours, and
party instead of studying. But those quirks paled in comparison to what she did
next. She drugged me, and I woke up imprisoned in an alternate universe full of
terrifying creatures. Now, the biggest and scariest creature of all—a fae
king—believes I’m his mate. He’s freed me from the dungeon, but keeps me close.
So close, in fact, that I’m beginning to like his wintery gaze and ice-chiseled
body. But secrets and villains lurk throughout this new world, and I don’t know
if I’ll survive long enough to figure out how to get back home.
Book 2 is also available! Grab it now!
Title: ROAD TO WINTER (FAE'S CAPTIVE #2)
Author: Lily Archer
Pub. Date: February 19, 2019
Publisher: Lily Archer
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 215
The fae king is
growing on me. Every touch, look, and night spent in his arms is slowly melting
my resistance. When his feral side takes over, something inside me wants to let
go and give him everything. With each passing day, the pull is getting harder
to deny. But the road to the winter realm is full of danger, and I need to
concentrate on finding my way home, not on the promises of pleasure Leander
whispers in my ear at night. Even so, how long can I resist the intoxicating
kiss of winter?
Author's Note: This is
book 2 of the Fae's Captive Series. Be sure to read book 1 first or risk being
lost in the woods with a growly fae king.
Exclusive Excerpt!A smile quirks up one side of his lips, and the goosebumps spread down my back. He’s handsome in a brutish, alien sort of way. But definitely more scary than anything else. Those dark eyes hide traps and barbs, I’m certain of it.He edges closer and rests the tray next to me.My stomach growls again, and I can’t take my eyes off the food. But should I eat it?With a nudge, he pushes the tray even closer. I can smell the sweetness of the fruit and the doughy bread. Food is food, right? But what if it’s poisoned?He says something, one word. Maybe it’s ‘eat’, since he gestures toward the tray with one of his bear paws.My stomach makes the decision for me as it complains loudly and a hunger pang shoots through me. I reach for the bread and take a small piece, then put it in my mouth, testing it. Sweeter than the breads I’m used to, it melts on my tongue.He nods, his dark eyes glinting, and he says the word again. It sounds like “brantath” to me. I form the word as best I can and repeat it back to him. His face lightens, and he tears another piece of bread from the round loaf and gives it to me.I take it, swallowing it just as fast as the first. “So brantath means eat.” My stomach seems to rumble even more. “Or maybe it means bread?”When he sits on the bed, I yank the fur up and pull my knees to my chest. The entire mattress shifts under his weight as he leans over and butters a bigger piece of bread and offers it to me.“Brantath.” He leans closer. The scent from the fur and the shirt I’m wearing is the same one that wafts from him. It’s the promise of a cold winter’s night spent next to a roaring fire.I take the bread, my fingers gently brushing against his. A low growl in his throat has me pulling back. It stops, but he gives me a predatory look, one that frightens me and sends heat blasting through me at the same time. Something’s wrong with me, but I’m too happy about the food to care.I devour the bread, the butter creamy and delicious. He rises, the bed groaning with relief as he grabs a pitcher and pours water into a crystal cup, then hands it to me. I sniff it. No smell. But it’s not like I’m an expert poison sniffer or anything. I drink, mainly because I’m parched and don’t know when I’ll get my next chance at food or water.He watches me swallow it down, then holds his hand out for the empty glass. When I reach out to give it to him, he stills, his eyes narrowing. Ferocious. That’s the only word for the look on his face. I clutch the fur and scoot away from him.With fluid fury he reaches to the table behind him and draws an enormous silver sword.A choked sound catches in my throat as he raises it. I’m going to die.“Please, don’t.” It’s the only words I can get out as he lunges toward me.
About Lily:
Lily Archer
believes in fairies, mermaids, and fierce fae warriors. Armed with nothing more
than her imagination and a well-worn MacBook, she intends to slay the darkest
beasts of the fantasy worlds and create true love where none seemed possible.
Visit me at www.lilyarcherauthor.com
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Giveaway Details:
1 winner will
receive an 10 Amazon Gift Card, International.
Ends on February
28th at Midnight EST!
