Kissed by Songs of Lilies
A Frog Prince Retelling
By E.V. Everest
Never bargain with a frog.
There was a chill in the salt air the morning my sister was taken. All they left was a single golden shell in her bed. The fae had claimed another bride.
Now, careless on champagne, I've met one myself. By night, an intoxicating gentleman with piercing green eyes. By day, a slimy, conniving frog.
When I drop my precious golden shell, the one that contains the faraway echo of my sister's voice, he offers to retrieve it...for a price.
By his law, we are betrothed. To break a bargain is to die, so I will cross the cursed waters with him and go to their hidden isle. But this won't be a one-way trip. It won't be so easy to claim the heart of this princess.
Kissed by Songs of Lilies is one of ten books in the Enemies Ever After series, a collection of standalone short novels featuring enemies-to-lovers fairy tale retellings with a touch of steam.
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The Stolen Bride
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I woke to rain lashing my window panes. Outside, the sky was red on the horizon–a bad omen.
Still, it wouldn’t stop the festivities tonight. Another blighted ball.
I turned over in my bed and groaned into my pillow. Another day wasted with preparations. Another evening ruined by mindless pleasantries and idle gossip.
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The summer social season lasted four long months, and my father, the ruler of our seaside kingdom, wouldn’t rest until I’d attended every single event.
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To be more concise, he wouldn’t rest until I’d made an advantageous marriage. I shook the unwelcome thought from my mind and stared out at the familiar rain-soaked landscape.
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I was no stranger to storms. I knew the sea’s lullaby–heavy, rolling waves and fierce winds. I’d heard lightning crack, felt thunder shake the ground, and watched ancient trees ripped from the earth.
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When I was little, the storms frightened me. I would sit up in bed and cry while my fearless older sister jumped on our feather bed, telling me to hush.
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Nonetheless, momma always came. She would bring a candle, gather us in her arms, and tell us stories of long ago. Stories of the fae who brought storms and stole brides.
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I never thought I would become one of those stories.