Book 3: Overthrowing a Monarchy

Riley

King Maximus touches my breast, and I remind myself not to swat his hand away. He might be an unimpressive lover, but he’s my ticket to power, riches, and freedom… not to mention revenge.

“What are you thinking about, my dear?” he asks, swirling his tongue around my ear in a way that makes me wrinkle my nose. Whoever told him his tongue-and-ear technique was enjoyable had done a great disservice to women everywhere, especially me.

“I’m thinking about watching you twist Rafe Poe’s head off.” I smile, turning my head to kiss him, mostly so he’ll stop assaulting my ear.

“Mmm,” he says against my lips. “A great day that will be, indeed. And Geoffrey is already putty in our hands.”

My smile turns sinister, as does his. “He thinks he’s on some sort of holy mission now.” I laugh. “What an idiot.”

“Our idiot. Our puppet king.” He grins. “Shadowglade thinks they’re so much better than every other kingdom. They’re about to get their c