WARNING! Please be advised that this is not a bedtime story about sparkly fairies and pink unicorns. This book may contain graphic descriptions of poisoned apples and witches' ovens. It is not appropriate for supernatural beings under the age of 377 (excluding vampires and werewolves). DISCLAIMER: Wicked Witches Inc. and Evil Stepmother Enterprises are not responsible for any maiming, mass murder or permanent insanity resulting from the reading of this book.

For years he was despised, loathed and hated. Those very emotions became him as he fled, vowing to never return and to be used as a spawn. But life has a funny way to put us in situations we despise, he had to return to the very thing he despised to carry out the duties which were rightfully his. She was taught to be a lady, one of status. Her sole purpose in life was to provide heirs for her future husband, nothing more, nothing less. And that is what she lived by, what she believed, until he came along....... He stirs feelings inside of her she never knew existed. She awakens feelings he thought he had buried long ago. Together, they discover each other. But old enemies are plotting. Could their beginning be their end?

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade