Royals of Embermere Complete Series Bundle

Win the trials, earn a crown—or fail and lose everything.

The heir of Embermere has unexpectedly died, and now a new prince and princess must be crowned.

I’ve been hiding out with the dragons, but then mysterious fae show up at the dragons’ stronghold and abduct me at the king’s command.

The royals of Embermere are hosting the Fae Heir Trials to find their successors. The winners will marry and become the next to rule the fae lands. Turns out I’m the king’s illegitimate daughter and the wicked queen intends to kill me off during the challenges.

I find myself thrust into a barbaric tournament where death is all but guaranteed. I’m competing against the most gorgeous, deadly fae warriors of the realm. Determined, agile men who’ve been training to claim this chance all their lives—including clan leader Rush Vega.

Rush Vega is the Crown’s favorite, devastatingly charming and dangerously tempting. His combat skills and dark secrets will be my undoing. With my survival on the line, my heart must resist his pull and those intriguing moonlight eyes. He’s the queen’s spy, and that makes him my number one enemy.

My life might have become a game of savage brutality, but the Queen of Embermere underestimated me.

I was born a fighter. And I intend to win.

* This novel is slow-burn fantasy romance with lots of adventurous action, along with some graphic violence and sexual scenarios. Fae Heir is the first book in the Royals of Embermere series. Its books are best read in order as the storyline continues until the final book in the series, which will conclude with a happily-ever-after.

The sun’s dwindling rays glinted off swords and daggers as they clinked against each other, their clatter muted by the glass that separated me from them. I clutched my cutting knife and forced myself to dice more potatoes. Already, a large bowl overflowed with them. Before the hour was up, I’d fill a few more. Dragon shifters, whose shadows plummeted our town into sudden darkness whenever they swooped overhead, had appetites as sizable as the dragons themselves.

A dragonling, whom I’d nicknamed Saffron for the rich golden yellow of his scales, planted himself at my feet and gazed up at me, his rough tongue lolling out of his mouth. He whined.
I scowled down at him. “I already fed you, and begging doesn’t suit you.”

That last bit was a lie, of course. With his big, dark eyes, wagging tail, and mouth curled into an endearing smile, exposing some of his needle-sharp teeth, he was cuter than was reasonable. It was an unfair advantage he pressed at every opportunity.

Again, he whined deep in his throat, making my heart clench despite my determination not to spoil him. I’d be the one to pay the price for that softness later. “I mean it. No more for you, not tonight.”

The knife clacked against the cutting board with a dull, repetitive sound that had been known to infiltrate my dreams. Or did that make them nightmares?

Saffron inched closer as my attention drifted to the courtyard beyond the kitchen, where Xeno had promised we would spar once I’d finished my chores for the day. Though that had been motivation enough to rush through my many duties, I still wouldn’t be free before nightfall, when the already cold air of the high mountains practically turned arctic.

As he always did, Xeno drew my eye. If I had a true friend in this frigid place where the sun only shone above the steep peaks for a few hours a day, he was it. Though recently he wanted to be more than friends, a fact that surely hadn’t escaped the notice of Malessa. The woman was big enough to block a doorway and in charge whenever the bigger fish were away. I saw him less and less as she found new mind-numbing tasks to assign me far from him. Given that the town, coined Nightguard for the mountains that loomed above it, could be traversed on foot from one end to the other in fifteen minutes, this was no small feat.

But I was the only non-shifter here now that my father Zako was gone. If not for his insistence that he wouldn’t always be here to protect me, no one would have taught me how to defend myself at all. There was only one purpose to Nightguard: to protect the dragons’ stronghold. Despite the fact that I could fight as well as any of them, I was delegated to the role of cook and caretaker of the baby dragons. I’d never be able to shift, and so I’d never be enough to become a dragon protector like the rest of them.

Zako and I’d together been the exceptions.

My breath caught as if I were finding his mangled body all over again—

The blade sliced my finger as I stumbled forward with a startled gasp. Growling, I threw the damn kitchen knife at the cutting board. Droplets of blood dripped across a pile of potato cubes while Saffron’s tail thwacked the back of my legs again.

This time, I jolted but didn’t stagger. I wouldn’t have the first time if I’d been paying attention. The dragonling was fond of the same tricks.

As annoyed with myself as I was with him, I glared down at the creature, whose head only came up to my hip. “Knock it off,” I barked, weeks of frustration bubbling over.

With his smile that appeared far less innocent than it had moments before, he continued swinging his tail, already as thick as my arm. It thumped against my legs. Before it could complete its arc, I slammed down the worn sole of my boot, pressing his tail against the floor—not hard enough to hurt him, just enough to teach a lesson I wasn’t certain he’d ever learn.

Romantasy
✔️Fish out of Water
✔️Dragons
✔️Fae
✔️Found Family
✔️Deadly Competition
✔️Royals
✔️Enemies to Lovers
✔️Magical Creatures
✔️Secret Baby
✔️Secret Identity
✔️Forced Proximity
✔️Underdog
✔️Hidden World