05 Feb 2019
In this universe, the Red Dinner never happened.
In this universe, cell phones can't be traced.
This is an irreverent, image-based, profanity-laced crackfic in text format. As in, phones. As in, everyone is TEXTING one another. It's about as weird as you'd think. And it all starts with an FBI trainee duct taped to a fridge...
Lady Belise Sendé has spent her entire life relying upon the charity and tolerance of those who would happily deny her both. But when the forces of a rebel lycanthrope calling himself Eidron the Uncrowned slaughter her beloved father, leaving her half-brother to assume command of Chateâu Oncleaf, she knows the game has changed. Left without a champion in her own family, Belise quickly comes to realize that in order to survive, she must attract a patron of her own. And there is only one other man—one THING—she has learned to trust.
The legendary monster, heir to the throne of Targone and commander of the Vampire King’s armies—the undead Prince, Valdur d’Aeivernais.
Set in the 1960s, Birthwright is a fantasy romance that is anything but typical.