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"I can't be your meal..." Jacquelyn pleaded, trying to reason with the man who was supposedly her husband.

His grin widened, curling into a mischievous smile, revealing his razor-sharp fangs. "And why is that?" he asked.

Jacquelyn knew she had to use her brain with this one. "I am your wife... you can't eat me," she said, hoping to appeal to whatever humanity was left in him.

"Makes it even better," was his cold response.

Jacquelyn's legs trembled; she couldn't think of any culture or tradition where it was acceptable for a husband to eat his own wife. "And...."

"And?" He prompted, with an encouraging sweet smile.

"And I'm wet..."


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Long, long ago, when Creatures of the Night ruled supreme and stood at the top of the food chain, a princess, Jacquelyn Avignon lived in the isolated part of the palace. Away from humans and even her own family. Cursed, they said. Queen killer, they called her. Bad omen, they crowned her. Until she was sent to be the bride of the Vampire King.

A vampire king who enjoys his own peace and twisted sense of humor. Living life as the supreme sovereign, finds a princess who knows nothing about his supremacy at his doorstep, claiming to be his little wife.

What happens when a cursed princess, afraid of blood, desperate to be with her family and to be loved back, crashes into the peaceful world of a vampire king?

Her first target, turn her husband into a vegetarian.

What about when Jacquelyn realizes that the world around her is more than just sunshine and good sleep but that hell is empty and the devils are here... in human form?

She has to watch her back!

For fans of; Forbidden love, dark fantasy, ancient curses and prophecy, strong willed and resilient female leads, grey men, dark humor, betrayals, marked mates, and star-crossed love, this book is for you.



Other works by the same author:

1. Kitanna (Completed)
2. A Royal Mismatch: The Trouble With Prince Charming (Spin-off of Kitanna, Completed)
3. The Hitman's Sunshine (Completed)

Cursed Bride Of The Damned Vampire King

{Music Recommendation: Ma Meilleure Ennemie ~ Stromae, Pomme}

Hawkers and hagglers moved in line like as if they had practiced, some forward, others back. The world was moving fast inside this market. People were too focused on their business to pay mind to anything else at all.

They didn't care if there was any being greater than them. In that moment, it was all about humans.

"Fresh fruits, good for juice." A young boy among the hawkers called for buyers, pointing at the shop behind him. His black, innocent eyes scanned for a potential patron he knew them just from the way they dressed.

There was a saying in the market: The weight of a customer's purse determines how much they're willing to spend, and if you're unlucky, the purse is filled with pebbles. Then it's just not your day.

Epilogue (I)