Viciously Yours (Fae Kings of Eden, #1)

by Jamie Applegate Hunter

For everyone who hates the word cock— I have devastating news.

This is the type of Authors notes I love reading.

What if she wasn’t from the Mountain Kingdom? His mother grew up in the Garden Kingdom, and she didn’t mind the cold, but if Amelia lived in the Tropical or Desert Kingdoms, she would freeze to death. He would have extra coats and blankets stashed around the palace, just in case.

Such a thoughtful baby! I love him.

P.S. I felt you laughing yesterday. I wish I could have heard you too.

Ahhh! This man!

“They swallow their food whole, and when someone threatens what is theirs, they attack without question.” His father smirked. “Seems perfect to me.”

P.S. I think about you a lot. I wonder what you look like or sound like or if you snore. And I wonder if you think about me too.

Hello, Love, My imagination did not do you justice. You are beautiful.

*faint*

Inside the bag is a mold of my hand, so when you feel like holding someone’s hand, you can hold mine and not the lanky blond boy’s who walked you home.

I love the jealousy! But this is so cute!

The garish brown fabric mocked Amelia as she stared at the mirror. It had a hideous floral pattern with mixtures of red, pink, purple, and yellow. If she ever met Ora, she would choke her with it.

Do it!

“My mate is not nothing,” Rennick snarled. “She is everything

“Fae are naturally graceful and stealthy.” “Then wear a bell,”

“We will move back. I will follow you anywhere, little mate, even to hell if that’s where you wish to go.”

“Stop threatening to kill people,” she whisper-yelled, calming slightly at his touch. “You can’t murder someone for not liking me. You would likely have no kingdom left.” He straightened and shrugged. “It would be easier to manage.”

He speaks facts.

“You like dark hair, huh?” she teased. His hand reached around and fisted her hair, yanking her head back. “Blonde

looks better around my hand,”

*fans face* SIR!!!

Echo considered her words and turned to the giant cat sitting quietly in the hall. “If he hurts her, I will use your fur as a rug.”

“I am where I have always been, love: at your feet, waiting for you to claim me as your own.”

She laughed at the memory of Amos admitting that the times Eddy fought against wearing his warm clothes were because he’d begged the fox not to wear them while they were connected. He said it was demeaning.

Rennick had turned ten shades of red and told Amos that Eddy could have died of hypothermia because of his boyish pride, and that the fox would wear

his sweaters when in their kingdom. Amos had reluctantly agreed, but conveniently always f...