Bow Before the Elf Queen (The Elf Queen, #1)

by J.M. Kearl

~Love is a powerful force. It cannot be bought. It cannot be taken or stolen. Although sometimes it must be fought for, it must be given freely.~

“I said your sister was a nosey little worm and she overheard.” “My sister is a nosey little worm.” “Well, don’t tell your mother that.”

And if I fell off the horse it would surely be my end. I’d, at the very least, break every last bone in my body and then you’d have to kill me out of pity and bury me in the middle of this orange poppy field. Although it is a beautiful and poetic place to be laid to rest, I’m too young to die. And you’d never forgive yourself for it, and I can’t have that on my conscience even in the afterlife.”

“I’ve been very polite,” Layala said and couldn’t hold back her smile at the obvious lie. “Down right cordial, even. Probably the sweetest elf you’ve ever met I’d wager.”