Cold Queen by K. Webster

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K. Webster

★★★★½ · Novella, Part of a Series, Standalone

Book ArchiveDarkEroticaMolten

From USA Today Bestselling Author K Webster, comes a dark, fantasy romance standalone novel!

In a cold, empty castle, a young queen is dying.
Weak. Fragile. Disgraced.
But Queen Whitestone is not alone in her final days.
She has her beloved sister.

Until a wicked king rides onto her land.
Arrogant. Insufferable. Demanding.
King Bloodsun has come with an offer…peace in trade for a bride.
He wants the princess.

The fiery king won’t take no for an answer.
He vows to keep the cold queen captive until she gives in to his demands.

A queen bows for no one, though.
Not even when she’s frail and fading away.
She’ll tap into her strength, protecting the only family she has left.

The king is about to learn why they call her the cruel one…

A sexy, roller coaster ride in a “frozen” inspired fairy-tale where Ryke and Elzira are complete opposites who cannot deny the pull between them. K. Webster is one of my go-to dark authors. She pushes all the boundaries and tip toes over all the lines and that is why I never hesitate to read her books. I loved her spin on this story. Elzira is the ice queen and Ryke is the fire king. What brings them together should make them hate each other but the attraction proves too strong even with their powers. I don’t want to go into too much detail because it really needs to be experienced just know you are in for some sexy buildup and twisted moments.

A taste

“I love to see your face turn pink. You look alive, my queen.”
I don’t think he realizes he called me his. I certainly ignore the way his words send tremors of excitement through me.
“Then what?” I demand, eager to get on with it.
“Then you whimper like a little kitten being stroked,” he growls. His thigh rubs against me again. “Just like this. But with my tongue.”
Tearing my stare from hers, I go back to admiring her body. Her breasts are more than a nice handful. Hard, peaked pink nipples beg to be bitten and sucked on. I especially salivate over her pale, white skin. I want to suck on every inch of her until she’s pink and red and purple all over—a testament that blood still flows through this ravishing woman.
“Spread your pretty thighs for me,” he rumbles. “I need to see what’s mine.”

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