Forget Me Knot (Royal Reaper 2)
by Ruth Silver
Publisher: Booktrope
Published: June 23, 2015
Don’t mess with death.
When Wynter explores his newly developed dark angel powers, regret soon fills his heart
and mind. Saving a soul isn’t what he imagined it to be, and it puts the grim reaper he loves in
grave danger.
Obligated to take the throne as Queen, Mara must face the truth and unravel secrets she may
not be ready to accept.
The second book in the Royal Reaper saga takes you on a paranormal fantasy adventure into
a world of grim reapers, dark angels, and undead trucidators.
Also available on Barnes & Noble and iBooks
Excerpt
Death crept into the castle. Mara could feel its darkness pressing her down. As
she walked to her father's bedchamber, the thought of marrying a man she did not love weighed
heavily on her. All the invitations had been sent out months ago. Just as her life was beginning to
almost feel normal, her father, King Philip, had fallen ill along with the court of Casmerelda and
much of the kingdom. The second wave of the plague violently spread, leaving a trail of death
and burning corpses for the living to clean up.
Her
father had been bedridden for three days. His fever spiked and his skin glistened. He grew
delirious, falling in and out of consciousness. As much as she despised him for what he’d done to
her sister’s boyfriend, he was still her father. She didn’t want to be left alone.
“You
must marry Astin at once.”
Mara
cringed. “I can’t.” Her lips hidden as she wore a piece of ivory cloth against her nose and mouth,
the slightest bit of protection from the disease that had taken over the kingdom. “I don’t love
him. Please don’t do this to me.”
“Don’t be selfish.” The words struggled to reach his lips. He coughed and
heaved, his chest rising and falling quickly as his pulse raced. “I’ll be with your mother
soon…”
“You’ll be dead.”
Taking in several deep breaths, he opened his mouth, his words coming out as
a whisper. “You will be reigning queen. Mara, you must act the part. Marry Astin and forge an
alliance with the country of Morro, for the sake of Casmerelda. Your people need
you.”
“I
need you,” Mara said, gripping her father’s hand. She frowned, studying the tips of his fingers, a
blackened hue lacing his skin.
“You
shouldn’t touch me.” He tried to pull away, unsuccessfully. Her grip remained tight, but more
significantly, he’d grown weak from the disease ravaging his body.
“I
haven’t been infected, and I’ve been at your bedside every night.” Mara ordered the servants to
bring more water and rags. It had done little good to break his fever or alleviate the discomfort
he must have been experiencing, but it was all she could think of to help.
“Marry Astin.” His words were rough slipping past his lips. He wheezed,
trying to speak, but Mara rested a hand upon his chest.
“Don’t.” She didn’t want to have this conversation again.
“For
the sake of the kingdom,” he said, pleading with her.
Mara
refused to answer. Marrying Astin wasn’t what she wanted. “I have no desire to be queen so
young. You will pull through, do you hear me?”
He’d
fallen into a deep slumber, unable to answer her.
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