‘Even the smallest child in Avar knows that not all fairy tales come true…’

Josiah Rose was a man raised in death. His mother died when he was young and the Kingdom of Avar was run by the Vampiric Regime of Sias Amman—descendant of the victors of the War of Blood Hollow.

After his father’s passing, Josiah was caught in a fierce battle between his step mother over his childhood home. Now at twenty-one, there is only one word surrounding the market: Marriage.

Talks of nobles far and wide coming for a ball to swoon one Prince Malik Amman ring loud as Josiah finds himself in a carriage on his way into the lions den. Now Josiah has to put on his best act to survive dancing with eyes as red as blood. All the while, it feels like someone’s staring at him in the shadows.

How does one dance in slippers made of glass? How does one not get burned to cinders by dragon’s flame?

Cinders is created by Emma Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

Cinders

There was an unwelcome sense of dread that befell me as I woke up the next morning. It certainly wasn’t something I wanted to feel when waking up after my embrace of Asmodyus. The blinding of the sunlight did not help matters as it woke me up most rudely. I groaned softly and turned away from the sun, into the feeling of Asmodyus’ chest.


“Well good morning to you too, my dear,” his voice was lower than normal. The coarseness of his morning voice sent shivers of pleasure through my body, and I had to hide my face against the pillows to show I wasn’t swooned by it. He teased me more as he chuckled at my playful agony, leaning over, and kissing along my shoulder.


“Will you not look at me this morning, songbird?” 


I shook my head against the pillow, peeking up at him from behind my hair. I wrapped my arms under the pillow, pulling it close as if it was my only defense from him. 


Chapter 40: The Drakes and Vampires