Throne of Secrets (Prince of Sin, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

Gentlemen of vice are especially nice, since their filthy tales contain an abundance of spice.

The male ego is one of the most fragile things in the universe. One teeny, tiny hit and it shatters like glass.

Failure just means you’re trying and there’s no shame in that. Don’t let anyone tell you who you are. Believe in yourself. It’s your life and you’ve got to live how you see fit. To hells with everything else.

I mourned my old friend, the little hatchling who growled even when nudging his head against me, quietly asking to be petted.

“Just to be clear, I didn’t so much as kiss any of the suitors tonight. I was too busy thinking of how distractingly beautiful you are in that gods-forsaken dress to indulge anyone else’s desires.”

A royal mark allowed the prince to sense the whereabouts of the one he’d marked, but it also allowed the one marked to summon the prince at will.