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