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By: Carolyn Faulkner
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2015 by Blushing Books� and Carolyn Faulkner
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Every month, those in the six kingdoms who had come of age were brought to the L'Ondre, to the kingdom of the Empress that ruled over all of them. There they would be stripped of more than just their clothes - as tribute initiates, they were all the lowest of the low, bought and sold to be whores, servants, even breeding stock for families whose offspring had yet to provide an heir.

Generation after generation, no one spoke of their time as a tribute. It just wasn't done, so Princess Fleur D'Eylly Royston had no idea what fate had in store for her during the two long years she'd be known as nothing more than Fleur, to be used in any way her master saw fit.

Although he had eschewed the tradition of using tributes in his land, the Sixth Lord of Arundel, Raiz Arndt, had come to the point that he had no choice but to break his own code and avail himself of a tribute. But was that or let his proud, ancient lineage die out.

But with Fleur he got much, much more than he'd bargained for.

Chapter I

She couldn’t believe it.� It was finally here.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Rose Violet Azalea Fleur D’Eylly Royston, was finally turning eighteen.

“I don’t know what you’re so happy about,” said her sister, who was four years older than she was and far from a friend, quite gleefully. “You won’t be when���”

The older girl clamped her mouth shut, knowing she was dangerously close to having said too much already. Their mother breezed in at that moment, as she always did at just the right time to help the brat.�

“Nonsense, Iris.� Your sister is going to do her duty by her country just like every other eighteen-year-old has since time immemorial.� Why, I went for my sojourn�”

Iris snorted loudly that she had used such a benign word to describe what was going to happen to Fleur, but not quite under her breath enough to avoid her mother’s well timed and placed smack on her upper arm.

“�just as you did and everyone else does.”

“Angel Petit-Myerson isn’t going.� Her father got her a special dispensation so she wouldn’t have to,” Fleur piped up as her mother reached down and dragged the covers completely off of her so that she had nothing to snuggle under to avoid her fate.

“Like that is going to happen.� Our father is too honorable by far for that,” said Iris.

The queen frowned, knowing the truth of what her daughter said.� There weren’t supposed to be exceptions for anyone. Even those who weren’t physically capable of serving were put to work in lowly administrative positions for their prescribed time instead of the usual method of serving, but corruption always seemed to find a way.� Her husband, of course, would not allow his daughters to plead with the council for a deferment or waiver of their conscription simply on the basis of who they were.� His pride demanded that the two of them shoulder their burden like the rest of the country.� Although he did loudly complain to her that she should have produced a son, who would have found it much easier to comply than the girls.

So there was no need of agonizing over it, and the queen knew that.� Because of the vow of secrecy all of the women took about their experiences for those two long years, Fleur had no idea whatsoever about what exactly it was that she was going to be facing once she had kissed her family goodbye and was taken away with the other girls from the village, who had turned eighteen that month.

Iris had been right in what she had been about to say�although she should never even have contemplated saying it.� The pampered and indulged Fleur certainly wasn’t going to be happy when she found out what it was that she was going to be expected to do.� And Queen Lilla knew that even Iris had no idea the horrors that would be facing her youngest.�

Iris was the elder, the more serious of the two, with long dark hair, stark green eyes and a pale, flawless complexion, but, although she was pretty, in comparison to Fleur, she fell well shy of the mark.�� She was already betrothed, and likely to become a bride while Fleur was away.

As she helped Fleur dress for the first time in over a decade, dropping the plain, rough, dark brown peasant shift that all of the tribute initiates wore down over her head, straightening it until it fell to her ankles, she was struck again�as she always was when her eyes landed on her�by just how beautiful her daughter was.

She could even make that unimaginably ugly sack dress look good.� Lilla had despaired of her daughter when she was younger; she was a terrible tomboy, forever getting into scrapes, falling into the river, running through the woods, constantly dirty and bringing frogs and toads and lizards, not to mention any kind of wounded animal she happened upon, into the palace.� The servants used to tease her that they could always tell where she was by the trail of dirt she left.

The heavy, wavy curtain of thick honey blonde hair was wrangled into a matronly bun at the back of her head with the plainest combs they owned.� It wouldn’t do for a ‘Shiat to appear proud or immodest in any way.� Her skin, too, was flawless�even without the makeup that she knew Iris used to make hers appear so�not pale, but sun-kissed, enough for a very healthy, very appealing glow that her mother knew she got from all of the time she spent outside, walking in the woods, riding her horse at a full gallop everywhere, or�horrors�swimming naked in the secluded pool in the middle of the forest on days in the summer when the heat became oppressive.� Her spirits were almost always high, adding a blush of color to those rounded apple cheeks.� Full, cherry red bow lips were almost always curved in a smile, but it was her eyes that caught everyone’s attention. Ringed by an abundance of sooty black lashes that curled prettily on their own, they were a deep, striking violet that even a woman could get lost in.

Only it wasn’t women the queen was worried about�not that they couldn’t be evil given the chance.� She knew from personal experience that they certainly could.� She had been quite a beauty, too, in her time, too, and some of the experiences she’d had at the hands of �

Well, they didn’t bear thinking of.� And if she awoke in the middle of the night moaning and crying out pitifully�even thirty years later�that was between herself and her husband, who she knew�despite all of his bravado about wanting his children to serve their country as any other would be expected to�had his own concerns for their Fleur.

There was no way that this experience wasn’t going to change their little girl.� Lilla just hoped it wasn’t for the worse.

Despite her very natural feelings of trepidation at the unknown, Fleur was almost vibrating with excitement at the adventure she was going to have.� None of her family shared her boundless enthusiasm�they all looked as if they were sending her to her death when this was finally the beginning of her life!� Her actual life as a person�an adult instead of a lowly child.� She’d wanted to be an adult since she could remember�no more constraints, no more having to ask permission to do what she wanted to do. She would be free!

Well, once she returned home, anyway.� Whatever happened in the next two years she’d deal with head on and get through it, waiting for the day her service ended and she could come home triumphant and do whatever she wanted.� She wasn’t afraid of hard work�despite what her family obviously thought of her�and she’d do whatever she needed to get by and perhaps even thrive wherever she was put.� From what little she could glean about the experience, even as a princess of the realm, she would be expected to serve everyone and anyone, even those who she clearly outranked. She did know that, once she’d set foot in the wagon that would take her away, she would lose all position and became simply a tribute, like the thousands of others with her and the millions before her.

She was leaving through the servant’s quarters, and they had all gathered in the kitchen where her mother had given her a sack of food and a skin of water.� Fleur had protested that she could have wine now, but her mother had said that this was not the time for her to begin drinking�despite the fact that she wished she had given the girl some to have for when the inevitable occasion arose �

Fleur kissed Iris goodbye first, who shrugged out of her hug and away from her kiss as expected.� Her mother was next, holding onto her for much too long, as if she couldn’t bear to let go.� Her father was last and it was the hardest, longest hug she’d ever gotten from him, one that swung her off her feet as if she was a little girl of six again.

“You be good, Fleury,” he said, refusing to give in to the tears that flooded his eyes.� “And I mean that.� You’ll have to be where you’re going.� They’re not going to be soft touches like your mother and I are.”

“I’ll remember, Father.”

“And write your mother if you’re allowed.� You know how she’s going to worry.”

Fleur was already headed out the door towards the big wagon that was to take all of the newly minted tribute initiates to market.� “I will, Papa,” she agreed absently.� “Bye!”

She was running, as usual, towards her fate.

The king brought his sobbing queen against him with one strong arm.� “She’ll be all right.”

“Can you promise me that, Liev?� Can you do something to assure that?”

He frowned down at her, scolding.� “You know better than to ask me that, woman.”� Still, he made a mental note to make inquiries to see how she was doing, at least.� Though, in the interest of fairness, he’d only intervene if he felt he absolutely had to.

When she got to the wagon, there was someone from the council taking information from everyone who presented themselves to him.

When it was her turn, he asked, “Name?” without even looking up.

“Princess Rose Violet Azalea Fleur�”

“You’re not a princess any more, girl.� You’re just the same as all the rest�lower than low.”� He said it with such a smile of relish that it sent the first fission of fear she’d had about the situation sizzling up her spine, tightening her nipples, and making her shake just a bit.

But Fleur managed to shake of the feeling of impending doom and smiled at him genuinely, even though he couldn’t see it.� “That’s fine.� I don’t care.”

When he finally did deign to gaze up at her, her smile evaporated as if it had never been, making her wish wholeheartedly that she’d just kept her mouth shut, as her mother had been begging her to do only minutes earlier while trying to give her advice about how to adapt to her new situation.

“I don’t care whether you do,” the man yelled loudly, attracting the attention of those around them.� He stepped forward, close enough to press his prominent nose into hers as he towered over her.� “You best watch your tone, you little baggage.� One more word out of you and I’ll give you a taste of my belt right here and now, princess or not, and there’s nothing your parents could do about it because you’re not theirs any more.”� Big, impressively dirty hands grasped his belt and that was more of a threat than Fleur needed by far.

Confused by his animosity, Fleur looked down instinctively.

“That’s better.� Now shut up and get your skinny arse on the wagon.”

Although it was nearly full, no one offered a hand to help her up, until a big paw that was nearly as dirty as the obnoxious official’s appeared before her face.�

She looked up and tried to identify its owner, but the sun was too fierce behind him for her to make him out.� Mindful of what she’d been told, she grasped hold of him and let him help her up, primly retrieving her hand as soon as she no longer needed his assistance, wisely nodding her thanks as she took her seat.

Zay D’Varra settled back into the throng of the nervous, shifting mass of flesh.� The wagon was so chock full of them that there really was nowhere to go to get to a point where you weren’t brushing up against something of someone else’s that you really didn’t want to touch. But he didn’t worry about it. He rarely worried about anything; it was a waste of energy he’d rather expend either fighting or fucking.� He derived equal enjoyment from either activity�although fighting was easier.

He’d grown up on the streets and both sets of skills� those of a warrior and a lover�had helped him survive in different ways.� Now he was being pressed into a different kind of service, supposedly, but he doubted it.� He figured he’d be doing much the same kinds of things he’d always done to survive, only this time the state would sanction them instead of trying to put him into a work camp for struggling to stay alive.

Or he could end up at a work camp anyway, since he wasn’t much for being told what to do.� It wouldn’t be long before he’d be in deep trouble there.� He’d been independent too long and he had no illusions about himself.� He really wasn’t going to be any safer over the next two years than he would have been living by his wits.

He smiled broadly to himself.� Although he’d listened to whoever it was who had been jawing at them about how the lower classes were going to see how the other half lived, or something like that, Zay intended not just to see it, but to become a part of it.� Hell, he’d heard about how the empress herself kept a bunch of pretty women and hunky men around her at all times.� He figured he had a reasonable chance�probably better than most�of getting into that group if he was given the opportunity.

If he had to, he’d create one.� He wasn’t about to let anyone or much of anything stand in the way of getting a better slice of life’s pie than the one he’d been given, one way or the other.

Fleur knew she looked like a country bumpkin, but she’d barely been allowed out of her parents’ kingdom�except when she was presented to the empress at court.� But that was two years ago and such a blur of faces and names and trying to memorize antiquated customs and etiquette for the approximately two seconds that she’d be scrutinized by the empress that she hadn’t had a minute to enjoy the experience.

And although this experience wasn’t supposed to be a pleasant one�necessarily�she intended to get all she could from it, even though her head was swiveling on her neck fit for it to fall completely off as she tried to see everything at once.

It was a long, boring, hot ride from L’Ondia to the realm of the empress and they continued to pick up young people along the way until those who ringed the perimeter could barely manage not to fall out at every turn, the wagon was so full.

All of a sudden, they stopped, and the four men who seemed to be in control�two who had ridden up front and two who had clung to the back�got down.� Two of them began pulling people down off the wagon in a manner that was definitely less than gentle, and the other two produced bags of something that looked like scarves but were made of rough material that echoed the quality of what they were all wearing.

“Everyone is going to be quiet and cooperative while they wear these for the rest of the trip,” the man, who had derided her earlier, announced sternly.� They were not allowed to don them themselves, nor were they allowed to help anyone else put one on.� The four men were surprisingly efficient, however, and it didn’t take them more than about ten minutes to completely rob everyone but them of their ability to see.

The guys seemed to be okay with it�or they were acting as if they were which was more likely�but the girls were nervous, fidgeting and shifting from foot to foot and murmuring worriedly under their breath. One girl�Fleur remembered her distinctive, nasal voice as she’d talked the entire trip so far without taking a breath once, it seemed�just couldn’t seem to stop talking.

As they were being herded into a single file line, rough, no nonsense hands dragged Fleur to where they wanted her and then moved on to the next person, doing the same thing until they were organized to their satisfaction�with one loud exception.

It was obvious that she was so nervous that she couldn’t control herself enough to shut up, but the men who were accompanying them on their trip to market weren’t inclined to give any of them any slack. In fact, they were more interested in making an example of her in order to encourage the rest of them to be more cooperative.

None of them could see what was being done, although the girl herself gave a play-by-play description up to a point.

“Let go of me!� No, don’t do that!� What do you think you’re doing?� Please, no!� Take your hand off my neck!� Don’t!”

Seconds later, everyone heard the loud report of something hard and unforgiving striking the flesh of the poor girl who had acted out.� And in case they had been wondering exactly what was happening, the man who seemed to be the person in charge�the same one who had been so surly to Fleur�seemed to take great relish in informing the rest of them of exactly what it was that was happening to the poor unfortunate.

“Your blabbermouth friend here has found herself on the receiving end of the same kind of discipline that the rest of you will be subject to for the next two years.� She’s just the first of you to get a taste of it, although I can promise that everyone of you at some point or other�and probably with what you would consider alarming regularly�will be stripped down to your bare skin, bent over at the waist and held there by someone or something, while the person standing behind you, probably your new owner, wields with considerable mastery a paddle�as in this case�or a belt or a switch or a whip. They will lay it against your behind with such emphasis as to have you crying like a baby and begging for it to stop within the first few swats,” he paused here for emphasis, the silence filled by the sounds of the punishment�smacks and splats and cries of anguish and pain.� “Just like she is.”

Every woman�and no small amount of the young men�jumped every time they heard that horrifying crack of hard, unrelenting wood against soft, cringing flesh, but no one said anything, lest they be next.

The girl wasn’t saying anything either except for moans and cries and the occasional scream.

Fleur didn’t know how many swats the poor girl received; she was too distraught to count them.� It wasn’t the fact that the girl was naked in front of those four men, or that two of them were holding her down and one of them was cracking that paddle against her ass so loud it reverberated through the trees, along with her wails of distress that upset her.� No, it couldn’t have been that easy.�

It was the alarming fact that Fleur wished that they’d singled her out instead of that nameless young woman.� While the spanking continued, her fertile mind went to work what it must be like to be her, to be exposed, bent over, and punished like that, almost but not quite in front of all of them, too.

Although she jumped, she also shuddered strongly at every stroke, her nipples peaking and rubbing painfully against the crude material of her shift, her breath becoming ragged�and it wasn’t because she was afraid.

A big warm hand slid into hers, thick fingers forcing hers to lace with his.

“This is the second time today I’ve given you my hand.”

It was the same guy who helped her into the wagon when no one else would.

“Don’t be scared.� They’re just making an example of her so that the rest of us will be easier to handle.”

Fleur let the breath she had been forcing herself to hold�once she realized she’d been panting�escape loudly.� She’d worried that he’d recognize the alarming fact that she’d just learned about herself�that she wasn’t afraid of what was happening. She was fiercely aroused by it.

Not wanting to say anything that might draw attention to either of them, she simply squeezed his hand in thanks for his efforts and deliberately let go.

Then she got her answer, sort of.� She felt him take a step forward, so that his front was to her back.� He bent down just the tiniest bit, so that it wouldn’t be noticeable if anyone cast a glance their way and whispered, “I’m picturing you in the position she must be in.� And I’m the one holding the paddle.� I’d make you scream twice as loud as she is, then I’d put my mouth against your privates and make you faint from the combination of pure pleasure and pure pain.”

Then he stepped back, leaving her alone and bereft with her jumbled thoughts, and, seconds later, she had to wonder whether she’d imagined the entire conversation.

YP on 04/22/2016 10:19am
This book abruptly ended and I don't know if it is part of a series, because no indication exists that it is. If I had known it would end like this, I definitely wouldn't have purchased it.
YP on 04/22/2016 10:19am
This book abruptly ended and I don't know if it is part of a series, because no indication exists that it is. If I had known it would end like this, I definitely wouldn't have purchased it.
La Crimson Femme on 10/04/2015 08:01pm
Lovers of the original Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by Anne Rice, there is a new dominatrix in town! In Tribute, the Princess Fleur D'Eylly will spend two years as a tribute. She knows not of what to expect as it is a forbidden subject for the highborn. For the lowborn, they know well what will happen and many dread it. This sexually exploitive world is under the Empress' sadistic whim. What she wants, she will get. Catching the Empress' eye does not bode well. Fortunately for Fleur, she skates by and falls into Raiz Arndt's arms. Or, shall we say, Raiz captures Fleur through competition and gets to keep her. The storyline is dark and erotic. The characters are fun and decently developed. One can't help but root for Fleur. She's a tomboy who finds out she enjoys a disciplining hand. As any person with a sharp mind, boredom will be the death of her. The relationship between Raiz and Fleur is fun to watch because it takes one step forward and many steps back. The back and forth keeps it entertaining. The middle section of the story does drag a bit as Raiz starts to take Fleur for granted. Just as the story picks up, it ends. Readers will rail in frustration and eagerly search for the next book in the series. It doesn't look to exist yet so readers may be stuck in limbo for a while. The BDSM fantasy in this story hints of decadence and debauchery. There are a couple of graphic scenes but never anything too taboo or dark. Still, the undertone of cruelty and sexual violation is quite delicious. Ms. Faulkner keeps a reader on the edge hopping for a bit more twisted guilty pleasure. Reading about young females and males sexually submitting against their will is ambrosia. Ms. Faulkner does a good job of providing teasing nibbles here and there. A reader can only hope the next book is more intense, sadistic and graphic. Ms. Faulkner is known for going delectable darkness. Recommended for kinky readers who enjoy the non-con BDSM fantasy.
La Crimson Femme on 10/04/2015 08:01pm
Lovers of the original Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by Anne Rice, there is a new dominatrix in town! In Tribute, the Princess Fleur D'Eylly will spend two years as a tribute. She knows not of what to expect as it is a forbidden subject for the highborn. For the lowborn, they know well what will happen and many dread it. This sexually exploitive world is under the Empress' sadistic whim. What she wants, she will get. Catching the Empress' eye does not bode well. Fortunately for Fleur, she skates by and falls into Raiz Arndt's arms. Or, shall we say, Raiz captures Fleur through competition and gets to keep her. The storyline is dark and erotic. The characters are fun and decently developed. One can't help but root for Fleur. She's a tomboy who finds out she enjoys a disciplining hand. As any person with a sharp mind, boredom will be the death of her. The relationship between Raiz and Fleur is fun to watch because it takes one step forward and many steps back. The back and forth keeps it entertaining. The middle section of the story does drag a bit as Raiz starts to take Fleur for granted. Just as the story picks up, it ends. Readers will rail in frustration and eagerly search for the next book in the series. It doesn't look to exist yet so readers may be stuck in limbo for a while. The BDSM fantasy in this story hints of decadence and debauchery. There are a couple of graphic scenes but never anything too taboo or dark. Still, the undertone of cruelty and sexual violation is quite delicious. Ms. Faulkner keeps a reader on the edge hopping for a bit more twisted guilty pleasure. Reading about young females and males sexually submitting against their will is ambrosia. Ms. Faulkner does a good job of providing teasing nibbles here and there. A reader can only hope the next book is more intense, sadistic and graphic. Ms. Faulkner is known for going delectable darkness. Recommended for kinky readers who enjoy the non-con BDSM fantasy.
Martha on 08/02/2015 11:31pm
The story and writing was really good. Should have read the reviews. Not having an ending is just wrong.
Martha on 08/02/2015 11:31pm
The story and writing was really good. Should have read the reviews. Not having an ending is just wrong.
Barbara on 07/02/2015 06:38am
Normally I love Carolyn Faulner's stories but I didn't thing this was one of her best. It was somewhere between one of her romances & one of her darker books but without the thrill (perhaps I'm getting jaded). I'm always irritated by 'unfinished' endings & having ploughed through a less than rivetting story, I would have been glad of a satisfying ending.
Barbara on 07/02/2015 06:38am
Normally I love Carolyn Faulner's stories but I didn't thing this was one of her best. It was somewhere between one of her romances & one of her darker books but without the thrill (perhaps I'm getting jaded). I'm always irritated by 'unfinished' endings & having ploughed through a less than rivetting story, I would have been glad of a satisfying ending.
Redrabbitt on 06/29/2015 11:19pm
First off, this isn't listened as a series or trilogy, but it ends on a cliffhanger, so it must be. If you don't like cliffhangers, or having to wait for a continuation on a story, you have been forewarned. As for the story, it is extremely well written Medieval fantasy, with a very colorful and interesting cast of characters, a unique premise that every person, at the age of 18, is placed into servitude for two years, no matter what their ranking in life is. What your lot in life during those two years is up to your new master. Princess Fleur has turned 18 and is now required to do her duty to country along with the others in her father's kingdom and surrounding kingdoms. The Sixth Lord of Arundel, Raiz Arndt captures Fleur at the hunt and she is his now for two years. There are lots of ups and downs in his handling of Fleur, heavy spankings, but passion too. Everyone in the Kingdom has taken a liking to Fleur, and they are hoping that during the two years, she will produce an heir for him. But trouble comes calling and this is where we end until the next story.
Redrabbitt on 06/29/2015 11:19pm
First off, this isn't listened as a series or trilogy, but it ends on a cliffhanger, so it must be. If you don't like cliffhangers, or having to wait for a continuation on a story, you have been forewarned. As for the story, it is extremely well written Medieval fantasy, with a very colorful and interesting cast of characters, a unique premise that every person, at the age of 18, is placed into servitude for two years, no matter what their ranking in life is. What your lot in life during those two years is up to your new master. Princess Fleur has turned 18 and is now required to do her duty to country along with the others in her father's kingdom and surrounding kingdoms. The Sixth Lord of Arundel, Raiz Arndt captures Fleur at the hunt and she is his now for two years. There are lots of ups and downs in his handling of Fleur, heavy spankings, but passion too. Everyone in the Kingdom has taken a liking to Fleur, and they are hoping that during the two years, she will produce an heir for him. But trouble comes calling and this is where we end until the next story.
Timberlan127 on 06/18/2015 07:38am
This story has a very different story line than any others I've read. It put my imagination into over drive thinking about what it would be like to be a "slave"for two years of your life after turning 18 and having to do what ever you are told to do. Fleur was lucky in that she was captured and bought by a fair lord that wanted her for getting a son. They were happy together. I hated the ending. In fact I couldn't believe it was the end. I was sure there had to be an error. I don't care for stories the finish leaving the reader wanting. Well written till the end.
Timberlan127 on 06/18/2015 07:38am
"This story has a very different story line than any others I've read. It put my imagination into over drive thinking about what it would be like to be a ""slave""for two years of your life after turning 18 and having to do what ever you are told to do. Fleur was lucky in that she was captured and bought by a fair lord that wanted her for getting a son. They were happy together. I hated the ending. In fact I couldn't believe it was the end. I was sure there had to be an error. I don't care for stories the finish leaving the reader wanting. Well written till the end."
Stylie Kidd on 06/17/2015 10:16pm
Carolyn Faulkner writes a sexy and erotic story of a land where 18 year olds must serve as slaves or tributes to the lords and ladies of a distant land. An homage to A.R’s Beauty series, the similarities are there, but her tale is infused with original situations and her wonderful dialog. Faulkner has created a universe where punishments are meted out with alarming regularity and beautiful young innocents are at the sexual mercy of handsome, dominant masters. The story ends with a cliff hanger, and one would assume a sequel is on it’s way. Five stars!
Stylie Kidd on 06/17/2015 10:16pm
Carolyn Faulkner writes a sexy and erotic story of a land where 18 year olds must serve as slaves or tributes to the lords and ladies of a distant land. An homage to A.R۪s Beauty series, the similarities are there, but her tale is infused with original situations and her wonderful dialog. Faulkner has created a universe where punishments are meted out with alarming regularity and beautiful young innocents are at the sexual mercy of handsome, dominant masters. The story ends with a cliff hanger, and one would assume a sequel is on it۪s way. Five stars!
ScarlettPhoenix on 06/16/2015 08:32am
The only reason I gave it 4 stars is because the ending leaves the reader incomplete. If I knew this was a series, it wouldn't have been such a surprise. Don't get me wrong-I'm not looking for the HEA but this one is a cliffhanger! Great characters-all of them. This book sets up a perfect series. I can't wait until Carolyn writes the follow up.
ScarlettPhoenix on 06/16/2015 08:32am
The only reason I gave it 4 stars is because the ending leaves the reader incomplete. If I knew this was a series, it wouldn't have been such a surprise. Don't get me wrong-I'm not looking for the HEA but this one is a cliffhanger! Great characters-all of them. This book sets up a perfect series. I can't wait until Carolyn writes the follow up.
madpuss on 06/11/2015 10:56pm
I enjoyed it. It has good characters and storyline. It kept my attention the whole way through. Just wish I knew how it ends. Grr.
madpuss on 06/11/2015 10:56pm
I enjoyed it. It has good characters and storyline. It kept my attention the whole way through. Just wish I knew how it ends. Grr.
Disappointed on 06/11/2015 10:14pm
This book is pretty close to a ripoff of the Beauty series by Anne Rice. Carolyn is a talented writer and has many books to her credit and this book is also well written. However it ends very abruptly in an obvious setup for a second book. I am really hating this trend in breaking up a full novel into smaller chunks just to suck more money out of Joe Public. Writing is good but I give it low marks for the pretty obvious money grab.
Disappointed on 06/11/2015 10:14pm
This book is pretty close to a ripoff of the Beauty series by Anne Rice. Carolyn is a talented writer and has many books to her credit and this book is also well written. However it ends very abruptly in an obvious setup for a second book. I am really hating this trend in breaking up a full novel into smaller chunks just to suck more money out of Joe Public. Writing is good but I give it low marks for the pretty obvious money grab.
SH on 06/10/2015 03:00pm
I loved this book and it's written very well. A very interesting plot idea that hooked me from the beginning. I really felt for Fleur but she handled herself very well. Raiz makes some mistakes but he obviously has feelings for her. I can't wait for the follow up!
SH on 06/10/2015 03:00pm
I loved this book and it's written very well. A very interesting plot idea that hooked me from the beginning. I really felt for Fleur but she handled herself very well. Raiz makes some mistakes but he obviously has feelings for her. I can't wait for the follow up!
Margaret Corcoran on 06/09/2015 08:45am
A brilliant book that does not state that is a series. At least I hope it is a series, because I am looking forward to the next instalment. I loved Fleur, and the other well developed but conflicted characters. I highly recommend this book.
Margaret Corcoran on 06/09/2015 08:45am
A brilliant book that does not state that is a series. At least I hope it is a series, because I am looking forward to the next instalment. I loved Fleur, and the other well developed but conflicted characters. I highly recommend this book.
Laurel Lasky on 06/06/2015 11:03pm
As usual I love books by Carolyn Faulkner and as usual it was a good plot and well written. I was a bit disappointed that it ended in a cliffhanger and I will have to be patient and wait for more.
Laurel Lasky on 06/06/2015 11:03pm
As usual I love books by Carolyn Faulkner and as usual it was a good plot and well written. I was a bit disappointed that it ended in a cliffhanger and I will have to be patient and wait for more.
Lenny on 06/06/2015 06:45am
I was reading along, enjoying myself, then it suddenly ended. Those characters deserve a lot more pages -- please!
Lenny on 06/06/2015 06:45am
I was reading along, enjoying myself, then it suddenly ended. Those characters deserve a lot more pages -- please!

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