Destiny waits for no woman.
With the Black Moon Ball looming, the time is approaching for Kenna to claim the Ibris throne. All she needs to do is lay low and get through the next two weeks without her true identity being discovered by the spies of the interloping overlord holding her realm hostage.
It’ll be a game of masquerade, as Kenna goes undercover as Baal’s kept woman right under the overlord’s nose. Yeah, if only shit was that easy. Reality is, that working alongside a hot djinn with eyes like emeralds and abs to die for plays havoc on concentration. As if playing at belonging to force of nature like Baal wasn’t hard enough, the dark djinn who broke her heart, is unwilling to let her go so easily, making her doubt her ability to claim her realm.
The path to the throne is a rocky one, and Kenna’s doubts are about to proven right in the worst possible way. When time runs out a choice will need to be made, but will she make the right one?
Escape into an urban fantasy world filled with adrenaline pumping action, pulse racing romance and super hot djinn.
About the Book
by Debbie Cassidy
Fearless Destiny #2
Adult Urban Fantasy
October 26, 2017
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We landed in an alley of red crumbling brick dotted with black railed balconies. Colourful fabrics, pinned to clothes lines, fluttered in a breeze so warm it reminded me of the blast of air that hit you in the face when you opened a hot oven.
Baal released me and stepped back.
My clothes were immediately stuck to my body with perspiration, but a quick glance at Baal showed him to look cool and unaffected. His cream tunic brought out the tan to his skin and the green in his eyes. His indigo hair was brushed back and curled under his ears.
He flashed me a smile. “If you’re done admiring my good looks, then maybe you can turn your attention to our surroundings.”
Heat crawled up my neck “I was not admiring your … face.”
He chuckled and strode off. “You really were.”
Arrogant so and so. Plucking at the collar of my shirt, I followed. Fuck it was hot.
“I should have changed my clothes before we came. Denim really isn’t the material for this weather.”
“I’m sorry. I forget how your mortal body reacts to this environment. You could just take it off.” His lips twitched. “I could glamour you to look as if you’re clothed.”
“Or you could just create a cool breeze for me like you did last time.”
“Now, were would the fun be in that?”
About Debbie Cassidy
Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head – in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes High Fantasy, Urban Fantasy and Science Fiction. Debbie also writes dark, diverse Urban Fantasy fiction, under the pen name Amos Cassidy, with her best friend Richard Amos.