The Tailor has
been tasked to find the princess...
Upon decree from
his king, Sebastian, Tailor to the entire kingdom of Dormiraa, embarks on the
mission to fetch the Princess Thalia home, her seven year Royal Tour over. He
didn't expect to find her working with clockwork and gears, encased within a
coffin of glass. He did not expect the sight of her wild black hair to set his
heart to pound, or the flash of her dark eyes would heat his blood. He did not
expect he would want her so badly, not when he could never have her.
The princess
must become the Queen...
Thalia has always
known she must return to the capital to prepare for the throne. She did not
expect her father to send the Tailor to fetch her, or that this man with his
extravagant clothes and subtle cosmetics would intrigue her so well. There was
something about him, something that spoke of danger and secrets, even as his
wicked mouth and knowing eyes made her yearn.
However, not
everyone desires the princess's return. When they are attacked, they can only
turn to each other. Will they overcome status and secrets to discover a love
for all time?
Fantasy Romance
Coming soon
Excerpt:
The discordant note of a missed strike rose from the coffin, followed by
a terse mutter. By the Maiden, was the princess cursing?
A sudden, terrible thought occurred. Was it the princess? Surely she
wouldn’t curse as if she was a dockworker Maybe his source had lied about the
gear worker being the lost princess. Maybe this wasn’t her at all, and he would
spend another three months trying to find the erstwhile royal.
No. If it killed him, this would be her. He was not going
to waste any more time on this.
So decided, he intoned, “Princess,” in the clear, strong voice he used
to quell conversation.
The woman in the coffin—the princess,
damn his eyes—started, and a loud clang split the air, immediately followed by
one of those deliciously vulgar curses. Pulling out of the coffin, she glared
at him.
His breath strangled in his throat. Heat stormed through him, his cock
hardening in his too-thin breeches.
Thrice-damned god, but she was arresting.
Wild ebony hair escaped from the band holding it back while furious
black eyes pilloried him, full lips pursed in displeasure. Her worker’s clothes
revealed more of her form than they should, the homespun shirt opened to the
middle of her breast bone. The undyed fabric seemed too rough for such fine
skin, the dull off-white hue a contrast with her dusky flesh. The brown leather
harness of her trade nipped in her waist and cupped her breasts, while trousers
outlined full hips and long legs, the latter encased in knee-high boots of soft
brown leather capped with steel.
Quite insanely, he wanted to taste the damp skin revealed by her shirt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
She had to be the princess. Only royalty could deal such a stare.
“Doing?” he said.
She folded her arms beneath her breasts. He tried not to notice how her
action plumped her flesh deliciously through the leather. “Do not come into a
workroom and startle a gear worker, especially if she’s wielding tools that
could harm her, the object she works on, and your fat head once she recovers
herself.”
“My apologies, Princess.” He offered his
most charming smile and ignored how the darkening of her scowl made him harder.
“I am the tailor, and I have been sent to fetch you home.”
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About Cassandra :
Cassandra Dean is a best-selling, multi-published author of
historical and fantasy romance. Her latest novel, SILK & SCORN, is part of
her popular Silk Series, featuring Victorian Era lawyers and their happily ever
after. Her next novel, SLUMBER, will be available soon from Decadent
Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales, and features Cassandra’s take on Sleeping Beauty.
Cassandra is
proud to call South Australia her home, where she regularly cheers on her AFL
football team and creates her next tale.
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