Murder, secrets, forbidden love affairs, and more abound in this scintillating alternate history court drama. 1399 England is filled with intrigue, with banished Henry Bolingbroke returning to England to take the throne from his cousin, King Richard II.
Everyone has a secret, and everyone has a price, there are no good men in this game of kings, and if there were, he would certainly lose. Both contenders for the throne have courts riddled with traitors, spies, and drama, as even their own families turn against them. One agent is playing both sides against each other, but who? Both men try to identify the traitor, before it's too late.
You can't trust anyone, but you can have a hell of a good time.
We've got, secret codes, spies, illicit affairs, dark pasts, and more. Come join the fun, if you dare, this is the Middles Ages dark comedy you've been waiting for you.
Trigger/Content Warning: profanity, some grotesque violence. A character is depicted as having an eating disorder. Family drama. Some violence. Dark humor relating to the above. Sexual assault is discussed. Characters are often in peril. Some suggestive scenes. Characters have sex, nothing explicit. Some crude humor.
01 in Humor [16-09-17]
Georgia Brooks, the notorious, troublesome tomboy is the caretaker of Clark Brown, the mysterious, cold man who is an undercover billionaire. Georgia's motive is to uncover him and just make him happy.
But what when secrets are revealed and the badass tomboy is close to tears?
Join them on this rocky road of adventures which includes their occasional fights and revenge, stolen kisses, trip to a circus, journey to England, landing in jail and much more!
Excerpt from a chapter : His lips curled in disdain and just when he was about to unwrap the towel, I quickly turned around showing my back to him. What the fucking hell? What if I saw his thing? "Don't you care? Like honestly, couldn't you just order like your usual self to get the hell out of your bedroom or just . . . turn around for you to change? You could have at least warned me that you were freeing your willy, I would have closed my eyes!" I rambled and felt myself feeling all jittery again. He didn't reply and I could mentally picture him scoffing or rolling his pretty eyes. A part of me which never saw a grown man's buddy down there was curious as to how it looked. Was it really long and monstrous like a huge sausage they describe in erotic scenes? Was it soft like a banana or hard like a radish? Was is it like spring that when you poke it, it would go wagging like a dog's tail? A teeny little peek would do no harm . . .
(cover : calalu)