T.A. Creech

King Solna Nalion is tired of war. Standing in the aftermath of yet another battle over an ancient insult, he longs for the possibility of ending the wars at last -- and finds it in Vius Tylele, a wounded warrior who is not what he seems. In light of Tylele's charm and intelligence, Nalion schemes to unite their countries for a lasting peace, one that might even bring love.<br><br>Nothing is as it seems and Vius Tylele knows that all too well. But King Nalion’s marriage proposal, while ridiculous, has merit. Between petulant generals, tainted magic, and falling unexpectedly in love, Vius discovers he has more to lose than he thought. His country, his magic, and even his heart.

Witch King

“Sound reasoning, my Lord.” As King Tylele pushed himself up to sit properly, Solna reached for him.


He caught the elf’s slender left hand in his own and cradled the right shoulder in his palm. King Tylele winced as Solna helped him sit up, but clenched his teeth instead of complain. Solna admired such grit in the elf and tried his best to gently ease the King up. He studiously ignored the dampness on King Tylele’s long lashes, as well as the way the coverlet fell away from the creamy smooth skin of his chest and belly.


“And it’s Solna,” he added after the elf was comfortable. “Since we’re really talking about a possible marriage between us.”


Slow and deliberate, King Tylele extended his hand. Solna took it in his own, careful to keep his grip light. “Then I am just Vius.” His mouth twisted into a moue of distaste. “And I think we should table any further discussion of the matter until after I’ve eaten and bathed.”


Chapter 6