Kim_Lei

A dark curse. Bloody, violent murders. And a long awaited reunion throw Aleksasha's ordered world into disarray.

Aleksasha was born to be the perfect noblewoman and then her family was brutally murdered in a conspiracy that spans beyond her years.

When she was on the brink of ruin, the brooding Duke Matias Volkov married her when all of the kingdom turned their backs on the cursed daughter of a ruined house. 

After they exchange vows, Matias leaves Aleksasha to build their hiuse as he fights in a distant battlefield for 10 years.  When Matias returns as a war hero he bears both scars and the spoils of war including a stunning and enigmatic woman named Selene.

As Aleksasha’s hard-won position as the lady of the estate is threatened, she must confront deepening betrayal. Torn between reclaiming her rightful place and the dangerous allure of a new rival, Aleksasha battles her darkest fears. 

Long forgotten magic burns within her, desperately seeking release as outside forces strive to rip her marriage and her power apart.


Cover Art by Nicoy Guevarra (https://www.nguevarrart.com)

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Bound by Honor, Torn by Desire

Alexi and Eriks expectantly stared at Alek and their father on the carriage ride home. With the meeting with Dimitri done and the rituals complete, they had no desire to linger at the temple longer. "What did the priestess say to you, Alek? We couldn't hear her."

Alek's expression was knit with worry as she clutched her father's hand. "I don't want it, papa," she stated with a firm shake of her head. She looked to her brothers, her eyes wide. "I don't want it to be real… she was different. If the one thing is true does that mean the other is true too?"

"What do you mean, Alek? What did she say?" Eriks gently asked. "We want to help you feel better but we don't know what you are talking about."

Daniil's expression was tight and thoughtful, his eyes lost in thought as he looked out the carriage window into the darkness of the forests as they journeyed home.

On the Tip of the Tongue