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He is morally grey, with all the red flags. He isn't human. He conquered Earth and claimed me as his pet.
So why don't I hate him?
Prince Rhydian Y Mabinogi. As beautiful as he is cruel. The man of my dreams, and of my nightmares.
I was just a normal human man. Now I am his pet. He will never see me as his equal, as his partner. I don't even know why I want him to.
I should hate him. I should try to escape. I should loathe the things he does to me every night.
But as I come to know the twisted politics of this cruel and violent fey court he dragged me into. I can't help suspect there is far more to Rhydian than meets the eye.
I think under his icy armour, one thing is true.
He needs me.
Coming 14th June 2024
So why don't I hate him?
Prince Rhydian Y Mabinogi. As beautiful as he is cruel. The man of my dreams, and of my nightmares.
I was just a normal human man. Now I am his pet. He will never see me as his equal, as his partner. I don't even know why I want him to.
I should hate him. I should try to escape. I should loathe the things he does to me every night.
But as I come to know the twisted politics of this cruel and violent fey court he dragged me into. I can't help suspect there is far more to Rhydian than meets the eye.
I think under his icy armour, one thing is true.
He needs me.
Coming 14th June 2024
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“Do you, Lucien Alexander James Mallory, take Count Felford to be your lord and master? Do you solemnly vow to honor and obey his every word?”
The words ring out clearly in the small chapel. My knees hurt. The flagstone floor is unyielding and cold.
“I do,” I say, and I do not know how I got the words out.
“Do you, Count Felford, solemnly swear to take this vessel as your own and provide for his needs?”
“I do.” Count Felford’s voice is loud and clear.
He places is hand on the top of my head and I look up at him as I am supposed to. As usual, his stunning good looks make my heart flutter, and the disdain in his eyes twists my guts.
He still doesn’t like me. Seven long years of engagement, and I have tried everything. I have been the best possible vessel I could be. I even helped him with his latest hairbrained scheme, and it has all been for nothing.
I would want any husband my parents chose, to like me. People are far kinder to those they are fond of. But I especially wanted Count Felford to like me, and I don’t know why.
But it clearly isn’t meant to be. Added to whatever flaws he sees in me, he doesn’t like that I was chosen for him when he was sixteen, and there is not a thing I can do about that.
He hates me. He doesn’t want me. He resents me. And he doesn’t even know any of my secrets. How much worse will things be if he finds out?
“Blessed Be,” chants the priest.
“Blessed Be,” answers the congregation.
I swallow. It is done. I am bound to Count Felford. I am his property to do with as he chooses. I belong to a man who sneers in disgust every time he sees me.
I can look away now, but I don’t. I’m caught in his dark gaze, like a rabbit in headlights. Or a mouse before a snake.
In a few short hours, this man is going to take me upstairs. He is going to take my body. Take my magic.
I have never been more terrified.
The words ring out clearly in the small chapel. My knees hurt. The flagstone floor is unyielding and cold.
“I do,” I say, and I do not know how I got the words out.
“Do you, Count Felford, solemnly swear to take this vessel as your own and provide for his needs?”
“I do.” Count Felford’s voice is loud and clear.
He places is hand on the top of my head and I look up at him as I am supposed to. As usual, his stunning good looks make my heart flutter, and the disdain in his eyes twists my guts.
He still doesn’t like me. Seven long years of engagement, and I have tried everything. I have been the best possible vessel I could be. I even helped him with his latest hairbrained scheme, and it has all been for nothing.
I would want any husband my parents chose, to like me. People are far kinder to those they are fond of. But I especially wanted Count Felford to like me, and I don’t know why.
But it clearly isn’t meant to be. Added to whatever flaws he sees in me, he doesn’t like that I was chosen for him when he was sixteen, and there is not a thing I can do about that.
He hates me. He doesn’t want me. He resents me. And he doesn’t even know any of my secrets. How much worse will things be if he finds out?
“Blessed Be,” chants the priest.
“Blessed Be,” answers the congregation.
I swallow. It is done. I am bound to Count Felford. I am his property to do with as he chooses. I belong to a man who sneers in disgust every time he sees me.
I can look away now, but I don’t. I’m caught in his dark gaze, like a rabbit in headlights. Or a mouse before a snake.
In a few short hours, this man is going to take me upstairs. He is going to take my body. Take my magic.
I have never been more terrified.
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