Storms of Blackwood

Alexis Ravenel: Peasant. Princess. Pawn. 

As a peasant, I was forced to work the jewel mines in order to survive. My life was hard, but my worries were few: affording food to eat, and keeping my pet sloth out of harm’s way. But when a chance encounter with a stranger concludes with me obtaining the power of the gods, suddenly my whole world changes. 

When the Storm King finds out—and trust me, he always finds out—he plans to make me a princess by marrying me off to one of his four sons. Which doesn’t really seem like too bad of a thing...at first. After all, the Storm Princes are sexy as sin, rich, confident, and built like the very gods themselves.

But nothing is as simple as it seems, and the luxurious life of the Blackwood royals is nothing but a nightmare I cannot wake up from... and neither can the princes. They grew up knowing and resenting this fact, but I had to find out the hard way...

In the Kingdom of Blackwood, we are all just pawns in the Storm King’s wicked game.

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Alexis Ravenel: Damaged. Determined. Deadly.

 

In order to control me, the Storm King does his best to damage me. And unfortunately, he’s quite good at it. But I suppose what doesn’t kill me, ticks me off enough to make me stronger. I’m now more determined than ever to rid the world of his wicked ways, but for that, we’ll need allies.

 

The Storm Princes and I travel to the Obsidian Desert in order to save Timberlune and the fae, only to find that the kingdom of Eristan and the harpies need our help, too. Their chimeras are dying off, and no one knows why. In order to save the mysterious creatures, we’ll need to travel to the enchanted Lunaley: the land the harpies and fae have been fighting over for decades.

 

But there’s more to the Ley than what meets the eye, and when things ultimately become dire and deadly, my guys and I learn there’s more to our blood bond than we realized. If we can pull this ridiculous stunt off, we’ll gain two new allies. But if we can’t, there will be war on both fronts.

 

One thing is for sure, though...

 

These pawns are about to become players in a deadly game of our own.

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Alexis Ravenel: Rule breaker, risk taker, game changer.

With the fae and sirens waging war at Blackwood's gates, and no one else stepping in to help—thanks a lot harpies—it's up to me and my sexy Storm Princes to save our kingdom from eminent doom.

To do this, we'll have to meet Hydratica head-on in a battle the likes of which we've never seen. See, there are more than sirens lurking in their murky waters, and whatever is down there, I think it's guarding the Eye of the Sea—the elusive object we need to find on behalf of the Storm King.

Only, I have no intention of handing it over to him. Not after everything he's done...

He tried to rule me, but I'm a rule breaker. He tried to tame me, but I'm a risk taker. He tried to play me, but I'm no longer just a pawn in his wicked game...

I'm a game changer, and I'm not playing by his rules anymore.

Alexis and the Storms must stop rogue snowmen

from terrorizing Southern Blackwood

and ruining the last holiday they might ever have.

 



SNOW STORMS is a novella and does NOT have to be read in order for the rest of the series to make sense!

 

It is considered book 3.5 in the STORMS OF BLACKWOOD series.

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Alexis Ravenel: Vengeful. Virtuous. Victorious Queen?

The Storm King is the ultimate evil.

He’s abused and tortured innocent citizens. He’s murdered people my princes and I love and care about. And he’s about to get what’s coming to him.

But first, we must save Blackwood Kingdom from international war. Fae, sirens, and harpies are coming to destroy us, and short of a divine intervention, I’m not sure how we’re going to survive it. Our only hope is amassing enough allies to give us a fighting chance.

If we can somehow pull a miracle out of thin air, and actually live long enough to face the wicked king, then I swear I will fulfill the destiny granted to me the moment I received my powers…

I will kill the king, even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

© 2020 Elle Middaugh