Of Silver and Beasts (Goddess Wars #1)
by Trisha Wolfe
Release Date: April 19th 2013
New Adult Fantasy
New Adult Fantasy
Summary from Goodreads:
In the sand-covered queendom of Cavan, the goddess once saved a young Kaliope’s life, preventing the mercury her father attempted to hide in her blood from reaching her heart. Now, a cybernetic clamp filters it, but the silver streaks swirling faintly beneath her skin are a constant reminder that she’s different.
When nineteen-year-old Kaliope is chosen as head of the Nactue Guard, she becomes the sworn protector to her empress. In the midst of an invasion on a neighboring land, Kaliope is placed in charge of guarding Prince Caben, the last heir to his kingdom. But when they’re attacked by the feared Otherworlders, Caben and Kaliope are abducted and taken below to a realm where they must fight for their life in a caged arena.
Kaliope struggles to protect her princely charge, keeping him and herself alive while battling inhumanly opponents, and trying to save the stolen, sacred relic that will restore her empress’s life force and all of Cavan. And if she can somehow awaken the goddess within her, she may save what’s most important.
New Adult Dark Fantasy: Intended for readers 17 years of age and older.
When nineteen-year-old Kaliope is chosen as head of the Nactue Guard, she becomes the sworn protector to her empress. In the midst of an invasion on a neighboring land, Kaliope is placed in charge of guarding Prince Caben, the last heir to his kingdom. But when they’re attacked by the feared Otherworlders, Caben and Kaliope are abducted and taken below to a realm where they must fight for their life in a caged arena.
Kaliope struggles to protect her princely charge, keeping him and herself alive while battling inhumanly opponents, and trying to save the stolen, sacred relic that will restore her empress’s life force and all of Cavan. And if she can somehow awaken the goddess within her, she may save what’s most important.
New Adult Dark Fantasy: Intended for readers 17 years of age and older.
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Of Darkness and Crowns (Goddess Wars #2)
by Trisha Wolfe
Release Date: September 1, 2013
New Adult Fantasy
***WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T READ BOOK ONE***
Summary from Goodreads:
The moon goddess has taken up residency within Prince Caben, darkening his mind and soul. Now he hunts the very women he sacrificed his life to save, his conflicting desires for love and power raging a battle within him. Kaliope possesses the key to setting Bale free, and Caben will stop at nothing to see his goddess restored. Even if that means destroying the kingdom he’s sworn to protect, and the infuriating woman who torments his thoughts.
Kaliope, now the leader to the newly formed Nactue Guard, has vowed to save Caben. But with a traitor lurking among her people, and powers she’s unable to fully control, Kaliope’s mission becomes shrouded with doubt. Her new role as watcher over Caben’s kingdom brings a burden she’s unable to bear alone, and appointing the right person in charge of the prince’s affairs has turned a kingdom against the Nactue leader. Saving her stubborn, willful prince from the darkness overtaking him will be the battle of her life, and she needs people she can trust by her side. But bad blood between members of the Nactue obscure Kaliope’s journey, while her feelings for Caben cloud her judgment.
When the time comes to do what she must to destroy the goddess of chaos, will she be able to if it means losing Caben forever?
When the time comes to do what she must to destroy the goddess of chaos, will she be able to if it means losing Caben forever?
Book two of the Goddess Wars is told in dual point of view from Kaliope and Caben. New Adult Dark Fantasy, intended for readers 17 years of age and older.
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Excerpt:
OF DARKNESS AND CROWNS: A Goddess Wars Novel, Book 2
Caben’s POV
Excerpt
I block her blow and come at her from above, forcing her to deflect my
attacks at an awkward angle for her petite stature. My smile spreads. “We can
dance like this all night, but I’d rather our time be spent more usefully.” I
lunge and slash, making it tiring for her to defend herself. “Take me to the
goddess relic, and I’ll let you and
your empress live…for the time being.” I grunt as she snakes a cheap shot to my
wrist.
She’s not amused by the
slight damage she’s inflicted. Rather, as her gaze traps my broken skin, she
looks mortified. Everything I’ve waited for is falling apart. I can’t have her
die at the end of my sword while mourning the loss of her prince. She needs
anger. Wrath. Disgust.
Those are the emotions
that will drive her to face me full-on and not hold back.
I could end this
now—slice her open and turn my back on her forever. Find the relic easily for
myself and what else I came here for and then be gone. But something inside me
refuses to accept a simple defeat. Not from the woman who has tormented my
thoughts with weakness and regret.
She’s the last thing in
this world that threatens my power. And I refuse to destroy her in this state,
only to have her haunt me from the grave. I need a worthy foe—a vicious
opponent—to defeat.
Not a heartbroken girl.
“This won’t do.” I growl
as I back her against the wall, my swings becoming sloppy with my rage. As if
she knows what she’s doing to me, she smiles. The first one I’ve seen in so
long…and she’s beautiful. Heart stopping. It infuriates me.
I shout and thrust my
sword, knocking hers aside as I move into her personal space. Realization
washes over her face, and she quickly brings up her arm to guard against my
fist. I stop short, my balled hand an inch from her cheek.
My breaths are hot and
quick as they leave my mouth in heavy puffs. My gaze flicks over Kal’s shocked
face, her trembling lips. And my fingers uncurl. I press closer and trace my
fingertips along her soft skin…
Kill her.
With a jerk of my head,
I hush the dark goddess’s voice. Then I seize Kal’s wrist and slam the back of
her hand against the stone wall. She’s as stubborn as ever, keeping a tight
grip on her weapon. I knock her arm against the wall again. And again, until
she releases a cry and her sword clatters to the floor.
I drop my own and grab
the arm still held up as a shield, then pin both her wrists to the wall. “Look
at me,” I order, my tone giving away my frustration. Impatience grips my
nerves, and I drop one hand to grasp her face, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
As she drinks me in
hungrily, like she’s only just now truly seeing me, something stirs beneath my
skin. The white power crackles over my hands, healing the wound on my wrist,
and Kal’s eyes widen.
The last time she
encountered my power, when she was trapped by the glowing tentacles, she
suffered tremendous pain, I’m sure. And though something inside me is screaming
to unleash that power on her now, I rein it in. I don’t want our dance to end
so soon.
As the power recedes,
leaving my skin unblemished, I caress her face. Run my palm and fingers along
her soft flesh. Down her jawline. All the while, her eyes hold me, ensnaring
me. This is her power—her spell over
me. It’s the reason why she must die.
I have to be free of
her.
Yet, I can’t help
wanting to inhale her, taste her, quench my thirst of her one last time. And
maybe that will even spark the fury within her to fight. Bring the old Kal
back, the one who would rather put a blade through a man’s heart than be victim
to his charms.
Pushing my body against
hers, I revel in the feel of her curves, and know that I’m lying to myself.
It’s completely selfish what I’m craving, but the lie is all too tempting. Just
like her.
I lower my head and
place my lips to her neck, breathe her in. Then, trailing them along her slick
skin, my tongue flicking out to taste the mix of sweetness and salt, I move
next to her ear. Her breaths deepen, pressing her sultry chest to mine.
“Let me in, Kal,” I
whisper, loving how my words cause her to shiver. “It’s what you want.”
Pulling back, I lock
gazes with her. The desire in her eyes urges my lips to trap hers, and I move
in. Wanting to caress them as much as the yearning demands to hurt them.
“Caben,” she says, low
and breathy. I halt my descent. She bites down on her lip, and my arousal
hardens painfully against my pants.
“What, love?”
A slow smile curls her
lips. “Fuck off.” Then she spits in my face.
About the Author
From an early age, Trisha Wolfe
dreamed up fantasy worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself.
Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using
her fantasy worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself. For more
information on Trisha Wolfe and her works, please visit: www.TrishaWolfe.com
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