The Wolf Prince

Title: The Wolf Prince
Series: The Cursed Princes #1
Published by: Amber Jantine
Release Date: June 3, 2017
Contributors: Amber Jantine
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Pages: 123


Ella Anthony has been treated as a servant by her stepmother ever since her father died. All traces of her old life were meant to be wiped away, but one thing she's managed to save is her late mother's wedding gown. And she plans to wear it when she sneaks out to the royal ball being held in honor of the princes' homecoming. What she doesn't expect is to see the Crown Prince Luke and his younger brother stripping down in the palace garden before turning into wolves.

Luke and his brothers are cursed. After one of his younger brother's seduced and abandoned the daughter of a witch, the three princes have been condemned to shift into wolves every full moon, with beastly instincts and no memory of their actions during the night. When he realizes that a young lady at the ball has witnessed their transformation, he hunts her down and finds an exquisite beauty whom he will do anything to make his.


The last thing Ella expected was to receive a marriage proposal, and from the eldest prince, no less. Though his touch sets her body afire, she's not certain she wants to spend the rest of her life with a man who is part beast. But Luke is willing to do anything to get his way, and she finds herself swept off to a life in the palace.

But Ella's stepmother isn't about to let them have their happily-ever-after without a fight. And Luke's insistence on keeping his family's secrets may not just end up costing them their future, but also their lives...

The Wolf Prince is a sexy paranormal retelling of Cinderella with no cheating and a guaranteed HEA.


The trunk in question was small but exquisitely carved both on the sides and the lid. It was an heirloom passed down through her mother’s family, and in that sense, it would be one of the most valuable things that Ella owned. Perhaps she was fortunate that it wasn't the kind of value that her stepmother could appreciate, because she would have wanted to see and destroy the contents: an ivory silk gown that had belonged to Ella's mother.

It had been her wedding gown, saved, by her request, for the day when Ella married.

Her prospects for finding a husband were nonexistent now, but that didn't mean the dress had to remain locked away forever. It was the one thing she owned that would be suitable attire for the Midsummer night's ball.

Not that Ella had any hope or illusion that she might end up dancing with one of the princes. Or anyone else, for that matter.

It was too dangerous. If her stepmother ever found out there would be a heavy price to pay. Her body still wore the scars of the last time she had disobeyed one of her stepmother’s orders, carved into the skin of her back and shoulders.

Getting dressed on her own was difficult, but there was no way she would have risked asking Maria for help. Not that she didn’t trust the maid, but she wanted to protect her. If this all went bad and became public, she didn’t want anyone else to suffer for her decision.

Ella brushed out her hair and tied it up in a simple not. Not elegant at all, but it was passable. Then she set out for the palace on foot.

She crossed through her family’s estate rather than walking through the town. Again, she didn’t want to attract attention, if at all possible.

Her nose wrinkled as she passed by her stepmother’s walled garden. Lady Isabelle had said it was full of the ingredients you need to create her favorite beauty remedies.

Ironic that something meant to make women look good could smell so foul, though the fumes were always worse at this time of the year.

Ella vividly remembered the one time she had slipped into the enclosed space as a child, shortly after her father died. All she had done was brush up against one particularly unremarkable looking plant, with its pointed, oval-shaped leaves and purplish brown flowers, and had ended up with horrible sores all over her body.

Her stepmother had laughed, saying that it was proof that Ella would never be beautiful, not if the so-called ‘beautiful lady’ bush made her so ugly.

She stared wide of that section of the estate, but the sense produced by it seemed to be following her on the wind. She picked up the pace, slipping a few times in her ill-fitting leather slippers.

It was nearly sundown by the time she arrived, and though the footmen gave her strange looks for arriving the way she did, they didn’t try to keep her away, either.

She didn’t go directly to the ballroom. Ella knew her way around the palace fairly well, having visited there as a child. Her father had advised the king on occasion, though that had stopped shortly after he had married his second wife. Lady Isabelle had always resented the time that her father spent away from his family. Or rather, she resented any time that was not devoted to her and her own daughters. She had certainly never approved of Father spending time with Ella.

As she slipped around the back of the palace, her breath caught in her throat. Although the main party was being held with the indoors, the gardens had been decorated beautifully. Strings of miniature lanterns were set up all around the walkways, giving the entire area a fairy-like glow.

The music from the ballroom was audible even from this distance, and she recognized an old favorite of her mother’s. She swayed slightly, twirling about in the same steps she remembered mother and father using when she was a child, as they had waltzed about their parlor together. Neither of Ella’s parents have been very fond of attending formal balls or other events, but they had always loved to dance.

She stumbled several times, as her worn leather shoes continued to slip off her feet at the most inconvenient times. They had been handed down from Daphne, who had slightly larger feet than Ella did, and had never fit her properly.

An odd noise caught her attention.

She heard voices. Following the sounds, she peered through the bushes to see what was going on. She immediately recognized the two princes who had recently returned home. Prince Luke and Prince Adrian.

The entire kingdom was aware of how the king’s three sons had gone off to find adventure in foreign lands, but only two of them had returned. There were some rumored whispers about what had happened to the other prince, Edward, but no one was certain whether he was alive or not.

Both princes wore agitated expressions, constantly glancing over their shoulders. Were they sneaking away from the ball?

It seemed a bit… strange, to say the least.

There was no secret as to the main reason for tonight’s event. King Nicholas was seriously ill. It was not known if he would see the end of the season, much less the year, and he had made it clear he wanted to see one or more of his sons wed before he was gone. That was why they had made a point of emphasizing—no, requiring—all young ladies of marriageable age and of certain family status to attend and be introduced.

So why would the princes be sneaking away? Ella doubted there had been enough time to meet everyone at the ball who was desiring their acquaintance. They had cut their travels short at their father’s request—making it clear that they would not be completely averse to sacrificing some of their pleasures for the king’s sake. So one evening surrounded by debutantes and scheming, ambitious mothers should not have been too much for them to bear.

And yet…

She caught her skirt in her hands, holding it higher than was proper in order to move as silently as possible. Following them deeper into the gardens. They finally paused at the edge of a wilder, wooded area that was reserved for hunting parties held by the royal family. Off-limits to everyone else, except by the strictest invitation.

The two men were carrying lanterns, for the sun had set and the outside was completely dark. The moon was just beginning to peek over the horizon and was casting little light at the moment.

Outside of their strange behavior, something about them simply fascinated Ella. In particular, she couldn’t take her eyes off the elder Prince, Luke. Perhaps it was because she had some familiarity with Adrian. They were close in age and had known each other as children.

The eldest prince was ten years older than his youngest brother and twelve years older than Ella.

He had always been a rather striking young man, with his black hair and bright blue eyes, but the years had made him into something more. He stood head and shoulders taller than most men, and there was an air of strength in the cut of his jaw and the way he held his shoulders.

Then, as if this evening wasn’t already strange enough, both brothers began to do something even more unexpected. They removed their heavy brocade coats and tossed them to the ground, without a care for the expensive fabric.

Luke took off his shirt, revealing golden tan skin and a powerful, muscular body that made Ella’s mouth go dry. A funny little pulsing took up residence between her legs. It felt like her heartbeat had dropped down there and she was flushing hot in a way that she had never experienced before. It felt like there was an open flame coursing through her body, just under her skin.

Ella knew she should look away, that she was seeing something no proper young lady should observe. Her heart was pounding so hard that she half-expected that the two princes would be able to hear it.

Luke reached for the fastenings on his trousers. She caught a glimpse of slightly paler skin and firm and rounded buttocks, strong legs and as he turned partly in her direction, of something else.

Something she didn’t have a name for.

Both princes now stood in the gardens as naked as they were born as the moonlight began to touch their skin. Luke started, as if startled, and glanced in her direction, though Ella was certain that she had not made a single sound.

His eyes widened and she thought he would certainly call her out, to shout at her for invading his privacy, but instead he threw back his head and let out a howl.

It was an eerie sound, more animal than man.

Ella shivered as it was echoed by Adrian, the chorus of cries freezing her in place.

It was a sound that every young child in the kingdom had learned to fear, despite the fact that wolves had been hunted out of the region nearly a century ago.

The princes twisted and turned, convulsing and letting out pained whimpers as fur sprouted everywhere and their faces elongated into distinctive snouts with wickedly sharp teeth. The whines turned into mournful pleas, as if some small part of them that was still human knew what was happening and was mourning the loss. As the full moon illuminated the gardens with its eerie glow, the princes were gone.

Replaced by a pair of wolves that were each larger than any man.

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The Cursed Prince

Title: The Cursed Prince
Series: The Cursed Princes #2
Published by: Amber Jantine
Release Date: June 27, 2017
Contributors: Amber Jantine
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Pages: 104


Prince Adrian was traveling in disguise when he began a passionate love affair with the beautiful merchant's daughter, Roslyn. But after he and his brothers were struck with a curse that turns them into wolves on every full moon, her family hid her away. Refusing to believe that she is lost to him forever, he's been on a quest to find his lost love... but finds far more than he ever imagined.

Roslyn now lives in an enchanted tower with her infant daughter, under the protection of the village witch, Madame Goethel. Though the isolation allows her to keep her freedom from her family, it does nothing to heal her broken heart. She dreams of the day that she will be reunited with Adrian and introducing him to their infant daughter...

When Adrian finds Roslyn, the passion between them burns as hot as ever. But she's not thrilled to find out about his secret past. He's not happy to find her in the clutches of the old witch who cursed him and his brothers. Goethel's not helping Roslyn out of the kindness of her heart and her obsession with Roslyn and Adrian's child could destroy them all forever...

The Cursed Prince is a paranormal romance based on the fairy tale, "Rapunzel."



As he drew close to where the map said the tower was located, a shift in the wind brought a familiar fragrance.

He did not think it possible for his heart to race even faster, but it did. It had been so long…

Adrian raised his nose into the current of air, tracing the source of the scent. It was very faint and seemed to be coming from a nearby tree.

Which made no sense, until he looked up into branches and realized there was a small bit of white that wasn’t natural. He clambered up onto the branches and retrieved what turned out to be a small and jaggedly torn bit of paper. Written on it were two simple words: “Remember me.”

He held the tiny note to his nose, confirming that it was the source of her scent.

Roslyn must’ve written this. Even though she had to know about his curse, it appeared she still wanted him to find her. He had to believe that, even after all this time. He turned again and into the direction of the wind, and it wasn’t long before he found more bits and pieces of paper, each with the exact same message scrawled upon them.

He followed the trail further up the mountain, until he reached what appeared to be an impassable stand of trees. The same grouping appeared on the map that he had been given.

Set together in a straight line, too close and precise to have been done by nature, they had been meant to be both barrier and a disguise but they were most definitely not real trees. They were nothing more than an image painted upon a tapestry. He started to push it aside and another scent caught his attention.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he realized who it belonged to: Madame Goethel. After what he had been told by her daughter, that shouldn’t have surprised him.

He pushed through the cloth barrier and the combined fragrance of the women grew stronger. In the middle of a clearing, ringed by actual trees, was a stone tower. It looked like a single turret from a castle, minus the rest of the structure. With no door. No opening except for a window near the very top.

The old woman’s work, obviously. Only magic could produce such a thing.

He heard voices coming from the window. Faint but distinct.

Once again, his heart soared as he realized that one of them belong to his beloved. But the other was far less welcome, for it belonged to his nemesis.

He could scale the outside of the tower, using the stones as handholds. He could confront Goethel and demand that she release Roslyn.

But he had no idea what sort of hold the witch might have over her.

It would be better to know exactly what he was getting into and after all of these months of waiting and searching, he could afford to have a little patience.

The sun began to sink toward the horizon. Adrian thought he heard a faint cry from within the tower, but it was difficult to tell what had made it. It almost sounded like a small wounded animal. It definitely wasn’t Roslyn’s voice, nor did he think that it belonged to the old woman.

Roslyn appeared at the window and hooked a rope that was the same color as her blonde hair onto something near the opening. Then the old woman held onto the cord, looped at one end so that she could rest her foot in it, and allowed the younger woman to lower her down to the ground.

She departed through the cloth barrier. Roslyn pulled the rope back up and as a gust of wind toyed with the strands, causing them to fan out, he realized that it truly was hair. Her hair.

More magic, he had to assume.

He remembered the feel of those silky strands running over his body as he had laid with her that last night. It had been very long at the time, reaching down to her slender waist, but he couldn't imagine that it would have grown all the way down the length of a large tower in the months since he had last seen her.

Adrian began climbing up the stones, slipping several times since he was more focused on watching for Roslyn to appear again than he was on looking where he placed his hands and his feet.

He was breathing hard when he neared the top, but not from exertion.

Excitement coursed through his veins. Nearly overwhelming him.

He pulled himself up to the ledge of the window and through the opening. As he rose to stand, Roslyn gasped. She stared at him, her beautiful dark blue eyes wide and suspiciously shiny. “Hello, darling.” He smiled and pulled one of her pieces of paper out of his pants pocket. “I got your message.”


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The Beast Prince

Title: The Beast Prince
Series: The Cursed Princes #3
Published by: Amber Jantine
Release Date: July 22, 2017
Contributors: Amber Jantine
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Pages: 112


After her mother tried to kill her, Catherine Tremaine found refuge with her stepsister, Ella, and Ella's husband, the Crown Prince Luke. To repay them for their kindness, she plans to do the one thing no one else has been able to do: find Luke's lost brother, Edward. Disguised as a man, she sets out alone.

Prince Edward has hidden away from the world, refusing to see anyone until he can find a cure to the curse he's brought upon himself. But his isolation is turned on its head when a beautiful woman crashes into his life. Despite her attempt to disguise her sex, Catherine is undeniably the most enticing creature he's ever encountered in his life. When they're caught in a compromising position by his housekeeper, he lets everyone believe that she's his wife--but it's only an excuse to not let her go...

Catherine was well aware of Edward's previous reputation as a womanizer, but never imagined his attentions would ever be turned on her. Bookish and shy, she's always lived in the shadow of the beauty of her sister and stepsister. She's also hiding a dark secret, something that would keep any man from wanting her as a wife. Yet at the same time, she's finding his touch intoxicating, though she knows it's wrong.

As their forbidden passion threatens to consume them, an old enemy is stalking them. A woman set on revenge for what Edward has done to her daughter and she'll stop at nothing--even if it means hurting anyone who happens to get in the way.

Just as she has done before...

The Beast Prince is a sexy paranormal romance based on the fairy tale, "Beauty and the Beast." It contains no cheating and a guaranteed HEA.



Catherine pulled her soft hat lower, hiding her face from anyone who bothered to look in her direction. Not that she truly had to worry about being noticed. She had become a master of blending into crowds.

The freedom given to her by wearing men’s clothing certainly helped with that. No proper young woman could appear in public alone, unchaperoned, but as a man, she was simply just another face passing by.

The quality of her clothing helped. Just fine enough to keep her from looking completely disreputable, but also not so fine that she would appear wealthy. She was as eager to avoid the attention of bandits that she was to pass through the different villages unnoticed.

She finished folding the last letter she received from her stepsister, Ella before tucking it into the leather satchel she wore over one shoulder. As soon as it had arrived at her last location, she had departed that village forever. She was trying to stay one step ahead of anyone that Ella might have said to look for her.

Because Catherine wasn’t supposed to be here. Not on her own. This wasn’t originally her quest. Her mission. But she made it her own.

Ella and her husband Luke had brought Catherine with them during the initial part of the search for Luke’s brother. Edward had disappeared nearly a year before, when he and his brothers had been struck with a curse that turned them into wolves every full moon.

Then Ella became pregnant and the couple had been forced to return home so that they would not risk their child being born away from Glaecor. Luke was the crown prince, and it was the tradition for the next heir to the throne to be born in the family’s main palace.

That was when Catherine had slipped away. To continue the search until the missing prince was found.

In a way, she was glad to be alone. It had been growing more and more difficult to be with Ella and Luke over time. Not because either of them were cruel in any way—just the opposite, in fact. They had shown her more kindness in these last few months then Catherine had ever received from anyone.

Especially from her mother.

No, the real problem came from having to watch the two of them together. Any fool could have seen how much they loved each other.

It was perfect and beautiful now, though she knew it had not always been so. But it was still the sort of love that would be worth any struggle.

Catherine envied them, but not because she wanted the prince for herself. Ella deserved every happiness, after the way Catherine’s mother had treated her for most of her life. As a servant in her own home.

She just wished she could find a little bit of that same happiness for herself. At the same time, she had little hope of ever finding a man who could look at her the way that Luke looked at her stepsister. She had spent most of her life in scholarly pursuits and no man would be interested in a woman who could barely be bothered to take her nose out of a book.

Her mother had always reminded her of that fact. Over and over and over again.

She shied away from thoughts of her mother. They would lead to nothing good and Catherine needed to keep her focus on the task before her.

This small village had only one bookstore, but that was precisely where Prince Edward’s trail had led. Perhaps in his isolation he needed amusement of some sort, preferable without making contact with people if he could help it.

It was a very long shot that the bookseller would know anything, or would reveal anything. But right now, it was the only lead that Catherine had.

She stepped into the shop and paused, inhaling deeply.

Oh, how she loved the smell of books, both old and new. There was nothing else like it in the world. Transporting her back to happier days, when she had spent most of her time in her stepfather’s library. Ella’s father had been a gentleman scholar, renowned enough that he often advised the king. His library had been a hall of wonders to Catherine when she had first discovered it, and the late Lord Anthony had always encouraged her in her education even though her mother had strongly disapproved of it all.

Catherine suppressed a shudder. That wasn’t the worst that Mother had done, either. To both Lord Anthony and Catherine.

“Looking for something in particular?”

“I am not certain.” She deliberately tried to deepen in her voice, but of course it cracked. In part because she was speaking a mostly unfamiliar language. “But thank you.”

She knew from experience that it was best not to ask the shopkeeper any questions right away. They would be much more receptive to conversation if they thought she was a real customer.

The selection was small, but had been put together by someone with exceptional taste. She recognized the foreign language versions of several scholarly works her stepfather had owned and could not resist running her fingers down each leather-bound spine.

She was sorely tempted to purchase the volumes but would have no place to properly store them during her travels. Maybe if she was lucky, she would be able to come back again later. She would have to remember this place, was her quest was done.

As she continued browsing along the shelves, the shop door opened.

A man entered. He looked distinctly out of place. His clothes were shabby, even torn in places, and his hands were calloused with dirt under his fingernails.

He didn’t look at all like the sort would be frequenting a bookstore. It appeared unlikely that he could even read. It was not common for manual laborers be educated, especially in smaller villages like this one.

Yet the shopkeeper greeted him with a warm smile. “Back again?”

“I have another list.”

The bookstore owner looked it over, then gathered together several volumes, including a few of the ones that Catherine had been admiring earlier. The scruffy man handed him a bag. A small leather pouch tied with a ribbon. It was nothing particularly fine about the ribbon, but she couldn’t help noticing that it was cobalt blue and trimmed with something that looked like almost gold.

The family colors of the very prince that she had been searching for.


She returned the volume that she had been thumbing through to the shelf watched as the transaction was completed. Then she headed out, following the man at a discreet distance.

He never once looked back nor seemed to care that someone might be following him. He was heading toward the mountains outside of the village. Which was definitely strange. Everyone Catherine had spoken to had sworn that no one lived up there.

That no one would even consider living there.

According to local legend, the mountains were cursed, as was the dark forest that surrounded the peaks.

Which made it a perfect place for someone to hide. Halfway up the side of one of the tallest of the mountains, was what might have once been a grand estate. It was gated off with a solid wood fence that appeared to have been recently installed, despite the fact that the place was supposed to be abandoned and most likely had been forgotten.

The only visible building was an old tower. Run down and decrepit, it almost seemed to be falling off the edge of a mountain cliff.

She followed the strange man all the way to the building, then hid and watched as he headed inside. He soon emerged with another leather pouch, similar to the one he had given the book seller.

This had to be where Prince Edward was hiding. She was sure of it.

Catherine crept forward, circling around the structure to get a better idea of what she was dealing with. There was only one entrance on each side and there appeared to be no servants on the grounds.

The front door was partially ajar. Perhaps the messenger had not closed it properly.

She could not hear any movement. Nor did there appeared to be any other signs of life.

Not surprising. If this was truly the hiding place of Prince Edward, he would not exactly be lingering near the entrance. He would most likely be holed up somewhere deeper within the tower.

For a moment, she considered calling out to him, then decided against it. Though her suspicions were strong, she didn’t know exactly who she was dealing with.

Not yet.

The smell inside the structure was not completely foul but had definitely not been fully aired out in some time. There were no lamps or candles lit, making it difficult to see anything beyond a few feet within the entrance.

Catherine heard a sound. Thought she saw a possible movement of the corner of her eye. Before she could turn to face it, something slammed into her, shoving her up against the wall with such force, the breath was knocked from her body.

“What are you doing in my house?” The low voice was so close to a growl, it was difficult to understand the words.

“I’m looking for—”

“Nothing you could want could be here. You should leave.” The pressure lifted slightly, but not for long. Whoever it was grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. Then he leaned in close, inhaling deeply as if taking in her scent before reaching behind her to pull her long braid out from its hiding place under her shirt. “You’re a woman.”

She found his behavior a little unnerving, yet sensed that she had finally found her quarry. The curse that had been afflicted upon Prince Edward and his brothers meant they were now animal as well as man, even during the times when the full moon was not in control of them. When they looked the most ‘normal’ and unchanged.

He was certainly behaving very much like a wild beast, though at least he had not tried to hurt her.


She swallowed hard, struggling to hide any trace of fear, though she knew it was futile either way. He could smell her emotions. “Your Highness?”

He stiffened and released his hold on her hands. There was a soft scratching sound, followed by the flare of light from a match. He shoved a lantern directly in her face, blinding her. “How did you know who I am?”


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The Cursed Princes Trilogy

Title: The Cursed Princes Trilogy
Series: The Cursed Princes #4
Published by: Amber Jantine
Release Date: January 3, 2019
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Pages: 340

All three "The Cursed Princes" novels in one boxed set!

After an arrogant young prince seduces and abandons the daughter of a witch, he and his brothers are cursed to turn into wolves on every full moon. The three princes must navigate their way through secrets, guilt, and lost loves in order to find their happily-ever-afters in these fairy tale inspired paranormal romances.

"The Wolf Prince": A woman forced to be a servant in her stepmother's home discovers the crown prince transforms into a wolf every full moon. To keep his secrets, the prince proposes marriage. And though his touch sets her body afire, she's not certain she wants to spend the rest of her life with a man who is part beast...

"The Cursed Prince": Prince Adrian's passionate love affair with a beautiful merchant's daughter ended in disaster after he and his brothers were cursed to become wolves every full moon. As he searches for his lost love, he finds her living in an enchanted tower with their infant daughter. And under the protection of the very witch who had cursed him: Madame Goethel.

"The Beast Prince": Catherine disguises herself as a man to seek out the missing Prince Edward. The runaway royal has hidden away from the world, refusing to see anyone until he can find a cure to the curse he's brought upon himself and his brothers. When Catherine finds him, their instant attraction turns into a forbidden passion. But an old enemy is stalking them...

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