Light (A Choice of Light and Dark book 2) - Signed Paperback

Contains SPOILERS for Chained!

Kidnapped again by the Iron Fae, Izidora comes face to face with the male no one knew existed: Prince Ruslan of the Iron Realm.

First, he locks Izidora in a cage. Then he shocks her by revealing a prophecy that declares they’re fated to be mates. Yet Izidora does not trust him and vows to fight him until she can escape.

Despite her resistance, his dark, magnetic presence draws her in, and with each interaction, Ruslan reveals glimpses of his own tormented past. As their connection deepens, Izidora begins to question if he truly understands her in ways no one else does.

Meanwhile, Kazimir and the Nighthounds are mobilizing an army, racing against time to rescue her from the Iron Realm's clutches.

Izidora finds herself torn between her growing, dangerous attraction to Ruslan and her loyalty to her savior. Will she guard her heart or surrender it to the prince who confesses all he ever desired was to be loved too?

Light is book two in the dark romantasy series A Choice of Light and Dark. Readers who love immersive fantasy worlds with morally grey characters, dark themes, trauma healing, enemies to lovers, and feminine rage will drown in the pages and only come up for air once it concludes.

Light is suitable for audiences of 18+. It contains scenes that sensitive readers might find disturbing. Your mental health matters, and you should make the choice with which you feel most comfortable.

Trigger warnings:

Trigger warnings: Torture, kidnapping, mentions of rape and sexual assault, nightmares, flashbacks, panic attacks, suicidal ideation, graphic violence, death, and mentions of physical, verbal, mental, emotional, and child abuse. The explicit sexual content in this book contains anal play, light impact play, light blood play, breath play, and more.

PROLOGUE
Wickedness exuded from the two kings. The clink of crystal glasses filled the air as they toasted their plan, and the roaring fire before them crackled with sinister energy, as if the Fates themselves stood in the large hearth, witnessing as they sealed their deal.
The king of the Night Realm threw back his drink, hissing as the burn trailed down his throat. “Now, as for my role in our new world, Azim.”
The king of the Iron Realm leaned forward, resting his elbow on the polished wood table between them. “What did you have in mind?”
“I grow weary of ruling. So many complaints, so many bullshit meetings and papers to sign. I want a handsome pension and a country home with enough rooms to house my harem,” he stated. “But first, I want my daughter to be broken, like I broke her whore of a mother. With any of Liessa’s blood in her, we run the risk of our plans going awry if she is not brought to heel.”
King Azim’s eyes glittered at his counterpart’s proposition. “How do you propose we do that, Zalan?”
King Zalan’s smile was oily. “We keep her away from the world, so when she emerges into it, she will listen to everything we have to say. When I found Liessa, she’d already had too much worldly experience. Better to mold her exactly the way we want her to be than to risk interference from the thousands of Fae who would be clambering to get to her.”
The king of the Iron Realm sat back in his chair, running a finger along his clean-shaven jaw. “I think we can manage that. I have a location that would be perfect.”
Opposite him, the king of the Night Realm held up a hand. “I want full control over her care. Whatever I say should happen to her or with her will be law.”
“With Rares’s input,” King Azim interjected. “After all, it was with his help that all of this came to pass. He knows what needs to be done.”
The Night Realm king waved his hand dismissively. “Fine, fine.”
“So, do we have a deal?” King Azim proffered his hand to King Zalan.
“We do,” he replied, clasping his hand against the other king’s. “We’ll keep each other’s secrets from the other realms until our weapons are ready to deploy. Until then, let’s drink and fuck.”
King Azim rang a bell, and when the door opened a moment later, females dressed in scraps of fabric sauntered into the room, gathering around the kings. The king of the Night Realm leaned back in his chair, allowing three to fawn over him with a look of cruel pleasure spreading across his face. “They certainly are pretty,” King Zalan commented to King Azim before pulling one onto his lap and groping her.
“Have as many of them as you want. My gift to you,” King Azim replied, rising from his chair and heading toward the door.
“Don’t you want to join the fun?” King Zalan asked, words muffled by the placement of his face against the breasts of one of the females.
The king of the Iron Realm declined, his body buzzing with excitement and the desire to work on other things while his new partner wasted his life away. That was the difference between them, in his opinion. King Zalan was a greedy bastard driven by sloth and lust, while he was a true king, driven by a thirst for power. It was for that reason he deserved to rule all of Északi, and he had just placed the final piece into the puzzle.
Soon, King Azim thought, as he traversed the halls of his home.