A Strange and Stubborn Endurance (The Tithenai Chronicles #1)

by Foz Meadows

“My dear Caethari,” Velasin drawled, “I may be out of my depth and at potential risk of assassination, but never let it be said that I don’t know how to have fun. Not, of course, that you’ve actually seen me have fun yet”—a note of apology bled into the words, paired with a softly self-deprecating smile—“but rest assured, making a spectacle of myself by kissing strange men at parties is one of my foremost skill sets.”

The way I cackled. 18-year old me would say same, girl, but I’m now an old homebody who lives vicariously through chocolate Labrador fantasy men.

Unhelpfully, his brain reacted to this by conjuring up an image of Velasin, dishevelled and panting in his bed as Cae whispered filthy endearments into his ear. Cae slammed a mental door on that (very intriguing, absolutely to be considered later) prospect and returned his focus to the moment.

ABSOLUTELY TO BE CONSIDERED LATER!