Heart Of Smoke

Heart Of Smoke

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He's pale as a ghost. He's dark as a shadow. He's deadly as a knife. And he's all mine. "Tell me you feel it, too," his eyes burned a brighter sheen of purple, red undertones glinting maliciously. "Feel what?" I bluffed foolishly, attempting to dodge out of the conversation. "Why, the fire, love," he cooed before tilting his head back and erupting to flames in front of my eyes. Prince Japeth Sader-Mistral just wanted it to end. Prancing around, pretending to be royalty and playing bootlicker to his brother, the hallowed future King Rhian was not how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. Luckily enough for him that he's not becoming King-he's associating with an illegal vampire. Lord Aric Lesso, the newcomer to King Rafal's court, is a little odd. He's unusually pale, sly and manipulative. As the only son of renowned countess Lady Lesso, he has quite the reputation running for him. But in Rafal's court, he only plans to build it-schemes of his own.
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In a world where magic costs your very strength, my desperation was all I had left. To save my sister, I was ready to sell the last piece of my soul. I never expected the buyer to be him. Kaelan Valerius-the most powerful mage of his generation, the heir to the floating Spire City, and now, my fake fiancé. Our contract is simple: I play the part of his beloved for one year, and he clears my debts and saves my sister. No emotions, no attachments. It should be easy. But the exhaustion that claws at him after wielding his immense power is a vulnerability he shows no one else. And the tender way he looks at me when we're alone feels terrifyingly real. In this glittering court of lies and hidden magic, our fake love is the most dangerous spell of all. And I'm afraid I'm already falling for it. --- Elara

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