Viciously Yours (Fae Kings of Eden, #1)

by Jamie Applegate Hunter

There is a 50/50 chance you’ll have a good time reading it. Good luck.

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.

Hello, Human Mate

(words are hard) I’m messing this up.

Happy (late) thirteenth birthday. I hope you like the gift.

Your Fae Mate Nick P.S. This might sound stupid, but when I’m upset, I sit outside and talk to my mother. My father says she can hear us in the heavens. You should try it. She’d probably like to hear from you, too.

Dear Nick, Screw you. Not Sincerely, Amelia P.S. I’m sorry about your mom.

“You’re right. You’ve been dealt a bad hand, son, but that doesn’t mean you roll over. The least you can do is try.”

Happy Birthday, Darling,

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

hope you don’t hate it. Eat some cake for me today.

And I wonder if you think about me too.

Hello, Love,

Wear it for me, little mate. Yours, Nick P.S. I put a sweater in the bag for that little fox of yours. He looks cold.

Happy Birthday, Love,

I included one for Clover, too.

hold mine and not the lanky blond boy’s

You are mine, and I will do whatever is necessary to keep you,

Viciously Yours, Nick

If she ever met Ora, she would choke her with it.

And they always mentioned Ora.

Viciously Yours, Nick P.S. I felt you fucking him last night.

“She’s nothing?” Hot rage coursed through Rennick’s veins, and the man’s eyes widened as he shook his head again. “My mate is not nothing,” Rennick snarled. “She is everything.” In one swift move, he grabbed his dagger from its sheath at his waist and sliced Gilpin’s throat.

but you are mine, little mate, just as I am yours. Do not ever forget that.

Viciously Yours, Nick P.S. As soon as I find out what makes you wet, I will drown between your thighs.

vowing to poison Ora if ever given the chance.

Pathetically Yours, Amelia P.S. You once asked if I wonder about you, and I do. Every day.

“Get on, love.” Laughter bubbled out of her. “What?” “Grab one of my hands and place the other on my head to climb onto my shoulders.”

“There is no mistake, darling.” He caressed her cheek, looking at her with enough adoration to make the entire room swoon. “You are mine, and I’m not leaving here without you.”

“I’m always thinking one step ahead, like a carpenter that makes stairs.” -Andy Bernard

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