Title: The
Tyrant King (The Peasant Queen 2)
Author: Cherie
Chesley
Genre: Fantasy
Tour Host: Lady
Amber's Tours
Book Description:
Krystal's peaceful life as queen of Fayterra is shattered
when a stranger arrives with a connection to Jareth that threatens to change
everything. Soon her loved ones are threatened, her people are under attack,
and Krystal must face a devastating loss. As the future becomes bleaker and the
mystery continues to unravel, Krystal's enemies will learn just how far she
will go to defend the people she loves.
Author Bio:
Currently blissful working mother of 5. Married to a
fantastic, amazing, supportive man. I love to read, I love to write and I love
taking pictures (though my skill is debatable lol).
Links:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Cheriwrites
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Cheri-Chesley/e/B004J1QOSS/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_4?qid=1369789035&sr=8-4
Buy Links:
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/207131
Excerpts:
The Tyrant King:
Krystal took the letter from Calum and watched as he and
Jareth took their leave. Her stomach became a mess of butterflies as she looked
down at Andrew’s handwriting. She had to wonder why he’d written her a letter,
since she and Jareth had only left the farm a matter of weeks before.
She slid her finger under the seal and unfolded the
parchment, noting how her hands shook as she did so. Something didn’t feel
right. It was almost as if she’d gone back to that day when she’d opened
another letter to learn her mother had died.
But it couldn’t be bad news again—at least, not like that.
Dear Sister,
It pains me to relay this news to you, but yesterday
Kayne was killed in a hunting accident. I know this message will take weeks to
reach you, and you will likely be in the middle of Jareth’s sister’s wedding,
so I don’t expect you to travel for the funeral. We will hold a quiet service
for him, much like we did for Mother.
Please know that the rest of the family is well.
Andrew
Krystal read the words over and over until her eyes became
too blurred with tears to make them out. Kayne, the youngest of her four
brothers and only two years older than Krystal. He couldn’t be dead.
All through her childhood Krystal and Kayne had clashed
wills. Before her abduction from the family farm she’d been certain he didn’t
even care about her—only to learn from Andrew that Kayne had also wanted to
search for her.
Now she’d never have the opportunity to repair their
relationship.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Jareth. She
had to tell him. Needed to feel his comforting arms around her.
Where had he gone? The throne room, she remembered. Calum
said they had a new visitor. Still clutching the letter in her hand, she left
the bedchamber.
Krystal passed several people in the halls, people who had
come for Alana’s wedding, but she did not have it in her to greet any of them.
A tiny voice in her head told her she was being rude, but she couldn’t make it
matter.
The doors of the throne room stood open. Krystal beamed in
relief as she recognized Jareth’s broad shoulders. Calum stood next to Jareth,
what she could see of his face an impenetrable mask. She entered the room and
moved toward her husband.
Then Krystal saw the person speaking to Jareth and she
froze. Andrew’s letter slid from her hand onto the floor.
Thank you!
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