Prince of the Arena (Beasts of the Briar, #1.5)

by Elizabeth Helen

Not to mention, my book club at the Scriptorium can get positively raucous at our year-end celebration.

I promise to always be me. And you’ve got to promise me you’ll always be you, okay?” “It’s a promise,” I whisper.

You stole my sense, my reason, the very breath from my lungs. You stole the peace from my soul and every thought that dared not be of you.

Because I know something now. I won for him. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him. And damn to the gods if that isn’t more frightening than fighting to the death in the arena.

I’m in love with you, Daytonales, Prince of Summer. All the stars and the sun and the moon could vanish from the sky, and you would be all the light I’ll ever need.