Splintered Mirror

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Morgan Hawke

ISBN :978-1-4874-4284-2

Page :230

Word Count :68700

Publication Date :2025-01-09

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Category : What's New

Product Code: 978-1-4874-4284-2

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Julian, valet and occasional bodyguard to a literal fairy tale prince, wants nothing more than to keep her job. However, that entails keeping anyone from finding out that she's female.

Prince Alberic, tall, blond, gorgeous, and more than a little sadistic, is not the only one of very few people aware of Julian's secret, but he fully intends to take advantage of it by making her his secret mistress—whether Julian wants to be one or not.

Ordered by his father the King, Prince Alberic and Julian take off for Lyoness and a Unicorn hunt to win a princess bride. However, not only are there two princesses instead of one—Rose Red and Snow White—there really is a unicorn, and that unicorn intends to claim both princesses for his own.

To make things more interesting, there is one more contender for the hands of the two princesses and their kingdom: a Black Sorcerer with a penchant for unleashing Monsters, and a deadly obsession.

And adding more to the mix—Julian…

While standing in his extravagant white and gold bedchamber, my prince spoke in a voice that was dangerously low, almost a growl. “So, have you taken a lover yet, Julian?”

Standing toe to toe in the midst of tying my prince’s lace-trimmed neckcloth into a florid bow, I froze. “What?” I steadied my hands to finish the bow. Once upon a time, I had been a full two and a half inches taller. Sadly, that time had long since passed. I risked an upward glance to gauge his expression. What the hell is he going on about?

The morning sunlight falling from the row of tall dormer windows directly behind him gave his hip-length blond hair a lovely metallic gold sheen, but his emerald-green eyes were narrowed under lowered golden brows. A small smile played at the corner of his perfectly sculpted lips.

I couldn’t quite repress my shiver. My fairy tale prince was obviously in one of his more dangerously playful moods.

“A lover.” My prince waved one hand in a lazy circle. “Someone you have sex with. Have you taken one yet?”

I blew out a sigh and rolled my eyes. “No, of course not!” I was, after all, under my prince’s orders not to reveal my…secret.

Alberic snorted. “Oh, come on, Julian!” He folded his arms across his rather broad chest. You wouldn’t think a man as slender in build as he would have such a broad chest, but my prince was a lot more athletic than he liked to let on. He was almost solid whip-cord muscle; a fact he liked to hide under frivolous clothes. The toe of his spit-polished black riding boot tapped. “You’re how old now, and you’re telling me that you’re still a virgin?”

“I’m nineteen, and yes, I am.” I turned away and walked over to the ornately carved mirrored vanity, wracking my brain for what he could possibly be trying to get at. “Is there something wrong with that?”

He snorted. “I lost my virginity at sixteen.”

With my back to him, I curled my lips in disgust. “I know. I was there under the bed where you told me to hide when it happened.” It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, too. Who knew that a woman could be so loud?

I collected his knee-length gold brocaded waistcoat from the back of the chair and then turned to face him. “I can’t do that, remember? Not without revealing the truth about what I am.” I lifted the waistcoat so he could put his arms into the long vest.

Alberic turned his back to me and shrugged into the offered waistcoat. “Actually, you could… As long as you didn’t get undressed all the way. Say, merely dropping your pants?”

“That wouldn’t work.” I obligingly straightened his voluminous shirt sleeves, lifted his heavy blond mane from inside the back of his vest, and straightened the black velvet bow that held back his obscenely long golden hair. “Certain things would still be plainly visible.”

Alberic turned back around to face me, one brow lifted. “One doesn’t need to drop one’s pants that far down for anal sex.” He lifted his gloved hand and casually thumbed an errant strand of my long black hair behind my ear.

I held his gaze steadily. “I have no interest in…that.”

“Is that so?” He turned away. “Theo says you’ve gathered quite a bit of interest among the courtiers—the male courtiers, and more than a few of their valets.”

Interest? I hadn’t thought anyone had noticed me beyond the fact that I was the drab valet to the temperamental heir to the crown. Theo, on the other hand, or rather Magister Alistair Theodoric, court alchemist and royal physician, was the only other living person who knew about my…unusual situation. Could he have said something to someone?