Charlotte P Lambert

In the frozen depths of Queen Eleanor's beleaguered kingdom Eldoria, ice shards glisten like broken dreams amidst the endless winter. Meanwhile, in Vampire Prince Vincent's domain, the ceaseless whirring of machines drowns out all hope. But an ancient prophecy, etched in blood and arcane runes, inexorably binds their fates together. 
As they each dare to dream of technological marvels that could thaw the endless night, a malevolent force stirs - an insidious enemy poised to devour all they cherish. Bitter rivalry must give way to uneasy alliance as Eleanor and Vincent are forced to unite against the encroaching peril.
Betrayals like viper's strikes lash out from the shadows they once called friends. In this crucible of fire and ice, the two leaders must face the demons that lurk in their own shattered souls. Will their bond transcend the boundaries of flesh and steel? Or will mistrust splinter the last vestige of light in their dying realms?
Vincent becomes insanely jealous when Eleanor turns twenty-one and does not accept his love proposal. He launches a relentless personal war against her and the palace because she can now rule Eldoria entirely on her own. He has lost his chance at expanding his principality. Eleanor is elated that she reached this milestone unmarried. She bravely defends herself and the palace against Vincent's attacks as he sends out monsterlike fighters to attack Eleanor's realm and coronation. 
Aided by her friend Shane, a genius engineer whose brilliance burns as fierce as his loyalty, Eleanor must summon a fierce ferocity to safeguard her people. 
Vincent has to face the fact that he may never unite the two kingdoms, though. Will Eleanor ever accept him as her partner? Can he beat Shane’s ingenuity and loyalty, ever?

The Ice Queen,  the Engineer and the Vampire Prince

The council chamber of Eldoria's crystal palace stood silent save for the occasional crack of ice shifting beneath the weight of tension. Queen Eleanor stood at the frost-etched window, her delicate fingers tracing patterns that bloomed into intricate ice flowers upon the glass. Twenty-one years of age, crowned in her own right, and already navigating the treacherous waters of an uneasy alliance. 


"Your Majesty," Shane's voice broke through her thoughts. "The latest reports from our spies in Viscine have arrived." 


Eleanor turned to face her loyal engineer, his weathered hands still smudged with grease from the latest defensive mechanism he'd installed. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, testament to sleepless nights spent reinforcing their shared defenses against a common enemy. 


"What news of Denise?" she asked, her voice steady despite the dread pooling in her stomach. 


Fractured Alliances