In addition to paperbacks, I also have posted below The Queen of Traitors playlist! These are all the songs that inspired me while writing the book, and I felt most of them reminded me of Serenity and Montes and the fallen world they inhabit. I hope you enjoy them!
So, what can you expect in book two?
More action, more tension, more romance, and more danger.The Queen of Traitorsis a bit darker than the first, but you
probably guessed that from the cover alone. For those of you who haven’t heard,
there will be a final book in this series, and I will be releasing it May 15,
2016. Yay for not waiting a year again! (Sorry about that!)
I hope you enjoy serenity and Montes’s
love/hate story. I had wicked fun writing it!!
and happy reading,
"Even now I want to wrap myself up in her
and make her the air I breathe and the earth I stand on. But she’s not earth or
air. She has
been and always will be fire. She’s my light and my death, and I couldn’t
escape her unscathed even if I tried." —The Queen of Traitors
On January 15, 2016, The Queen of Traitors (The Fallen World #2) will hit shelves, and today I get to share the cover with you all! Eek! I might love this one even more than the last! I am so excited to share the second book in the trilogy! For those of you who are unfamiliar with the series, you can check out The Queen of All that Dies, the first book in this NA post-apocalyptic series, here. Additionally, the final installment of the trilogy will hit shelves in April, so no long wait for the final book in the series!
The Queen of Traitors
January 15, 2016
They say I am a queen. They say I married a monster. That I did so willingly. They say he cannot die, that he does not age. That together, we rule a ravaged world. They say I used to be one of them, but now I am a traitor. They say many things, all which I cannot remember, but …
I fear what they say is true.
Then there is what they don’t say, what I see in their eyes— The king terrifies them. He cannot be stopped. And, most worrisome of all …
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Serenity leaves me a trail of
expensive breadcrumbs to follow. A satin shoe here, a diamond bracelet there. I
follow them to the edge of the palace grounds. She’s several feet away from the
wrought iron fence, and she’s staring up at it like she’s considering the best
way to scale it.
“And here I was hoping that you
might consider shedding your dress along with the jewelry.”
She doesn’t flinch at my voice, nor
does she turn around. “How do you live with yourself?”
For one instant I fear that if I
ever let her go, she’d disappear into the land, never to return. God, she’d
want that. And I probably just caught her as she was tasting the possibility on
I’ve been vacillating between anger
and arousal since she stormed out of the palace. I settle on anger.
“You make a fool out of me and now
you insult me?”
Finally she turns. Her wild eyes
search mine, and it doesn’t matter that she’s broken in all the right places
and whole in all the wrong ones. Or that out here with her bare feet and
windblown hair, I catch a hint of the woman she should’ve been. That soul of
hers, tempered by the hottest of forges, has been and will always be mine.
And it is probably the evilest
thought I’ve ever had, but I’d ruin the world all over again just to be brought
back to this very moment.
“You set yourself up for failure
the second you decided to pursue me,” she says. “I’m never going to be one of
them.” She gestures to the palace.
“No, you’re not.” And I’m glad for
“Then why bother making me try?”
“Serenity,” I chastise. “I’d think
you more than anyone would know the answer to that.”
Her dress flaps in the breeze as
she waits for me to explain myself.
“Ruling,” I say, “isn’t always about
getting to be who you want to be. It’s about sacrifices.”
“And what sacrifices have you made?
Bombing innocents? Taking a hostage wife?”
Usually I like the chase, but not
like this, not when she’s deriding me while eyeing my perimeter walls like
she’s considering escape.
“I am still your king, and you will
not speak to me that way.” My voice
resonates in the evening air.
“Then kill me already, or let me
go.” She has the audacity to look exasperated.
yell at her.
rip off her dress and fuck her.
I should just walk away. I have
before when I wanted to shake her. She doesn’t realize she’s the not only one
being tormented here. Instead I take her hand.
She tries to jerk away, but when I
don’t release her, she relaxes.
She steps in closer, and I only realize
what she’s about to do the moment before her fist slams into my face. Those
scarred knuckles of hers that I admired only days ago now smash into my skin
I stumble back at the impact, and
she uses the distraction throw me against the fence. Her hand goes to my neck.
“I am not something you can
control, Montes,” she says, and the way the shadows play on her face make her
appear downright sinister. “I’ll do many things for you—”
I raise an eyebrow, though I doubt
she can see it out here.
“—but don’t try to make me become
one of you.”
Had I thought I was angry or
aroused before? It doesn’t hold a candle to the way my blood now heats at her
presumptions. She thinks she has me in more ways than one.
I swipe her feet out from under
her. I may not have the combat experience she does, but I’ve had plenty of
military training. A moment later, it’s me that has her pinned. My legs
straddle her torso, and I capture her hands in one of my own, pulling them high
over her head.
She glares at me as I press my
other hand gently to her throat, noticing the way her hair spills across the
lawn. For a woman who has little time for appearances, she takes awfully good
care of those golden locks.
“My queen,” I say, “you’re
seriously misguided if you think you have any agency outside of what I give
you. I will allow you some measure of
control over our empire, and in return you will attend every dinner party I
host. I’ll chain you to my side if I have to.”
She’s moving beneath me, trying to
pry my hold from her. It’s only serving to display every pleasing angle of hers.
“Now,” I say, “about those many
things you’ll do for me …”
“Give me a knife and I’ll show
I let out a husky laugh and move
one of my legs to the inside of her thighs. “Still uncomfortable with sex, I
see. I’m taking that as a challenge.”
I remove my hand from her throat to
grasp her freed leg. Her skirts pool around her waist. She looks indecent, and
on Serenity, indecent is a good look.
She’s no longer trying to free
herself from my grip, and her chest’s rising and falling faster and faster.
From what I can make out of her expression, I’m thinking she has no idea what to
make of intimacy in all its forms.
A spark of protectiveness flares in
me. Despite everything this world’s thrown at her, Serenity still maintains a
shred of innocence when it comes to things between a man and a woman. That’s
going to disappear eventually—marriage will force her hand—but I’m not too keen
on rushing her in this.
I’m a wicked man. I’ve never made
bones about that. So I don’t readily recognize myself when get off of Serenity
and extend a hand towards her. I’m not sure I like this side of me, either.
Slowly she sits up. I can feel her
gaze on me. We’ve been here before. She doesn’t take my hand, but she does
She turns her head to the blazing
lights of the palace. “We should probably go back.”
I stick my hands in my pockets and
study her. This is her peace offering. She’ll go back inside what she sees as a beacon of depravity.
“Alright,” I say.
And together we return to the
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