Paranormal Romance – 505 Pages
Farrow Latimer, Prince of the Arcades:
I am the prince of darkness, the executioner and fallen angel royalty who is forbidden, love. No matter how many men or women I take to my bed none capture my heart.
As the Arcades teem with lust, debauchery, and destruction, I neither relish nor abhor my role as the most brutal of all and then I catch her….the small fairy halfling who changes my world.
Rayelynn Astraides, first daughter of the Commander of Landharn’s West Shore:
The fallen angels litter the skies coming to claim us. I am running from the monstrous man my father is to make me marry for failing battle school when they attack. Fallen angels are all about us and in my fear I tuck myself away.
There, beside the tree where I hide, he stands, tall, majestic, handsome… and deadly. He lets me run and I return to the battlefield to tend our wounded as I am a gifted healer. When the beguiling dark angel returns, he takes me as his prisoner.
I see such horror and sadness during my incarceration, but none greater than that which lies within the fallen prince who is disallowed love yet risks all for it.
The Fall of Arcades is an incredible love story with some dark elements, sexual situations, and several polyamorous characters… because when you’re an immortal an eternity of vanilla is just no fun.
“Can I not wash myself?” I squealed, softly.
“No,” he smiled, “you cannot. Now sit.” He directed me to sit on a shelf carved into the rocks. “You like this more than you’re willing to admit, Rayelynn.” There was almost a reverence to the way he said my name.
I obeyed him because I was being suffocated by the intense unfamiliar feelings in my body’s most sacred places. My sex throbbed. If only he was as kind and gentle as he pretended, I would have submitted to him … and would have willing loved him, I think. I laughed inwardly, I was no better than the wanton girls at home. I knew nothing of him but that he was a vicious killer as were all of his kind. I had to admit, despite my prejudice, there was a greatness in the Prince of Arcades and a deep understanding nature that belied a tender heart. If only he was who he pretended to be.
He slowly spread my legs and began to soap my knees.
“Please,” I begged, nearly frantic.
He lathered soap along the knobs of my joints with an excruciating deliberateness, moving slowly to my shins, then feet, giving extra attention to the hard, calloused skin around my heels. I thrust my hand forward to stop him, but he easily caught it.
“I’ve already told you, your virtue is safe. Let me do this; I wouldn’t do it for most.” His eyes were bright and loving as they met mine and he released my hand to give greater attention to my feet. “Enjoy the fact that I hold you dear.”
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