Thursday, March 30, 2017

Virtual Book Tour ~ Ice Dragon Tales by Hurri Cosmo






M/M Romance 
Date Published: February 2017



Prince Joron of Blade Rain was kissed by a man he had no idea was King Aric of Claymoor Doom. Of course King Aric had no idea the one he kissed was even a man since Joron was dressed as a woman. Disguised to escape the newly crowned king of Blade Rain who just happens to be Joron's brother, Joron is swept off his feet by Aric when he is rescued by him from an assault. Aric is also swept off his feet by the beauty of the "woman" and that one amazing kiss. Aric, who is led to believe the beautiful woman he kissed is actually the princess, immediately goes to the king of Blade Rain and offers for the princess’s hand in marriage and his offer is accepted. Unfortunately, King Aric is now betrothed to Liarta, Joron’s sister. But an emergency has King Aric racing home without finding out the mistake he has made and now Joron must ride to Claymoor Doom to renegotiate the offer since Liarta is in love with someone else and does not want to marry King Aric.

Imagine Aric’s surprise when he discovers the Prince is the one he thought was the Princess! So Aric does the only thing he can think of. He will release Liarta from her obligation of marriage, but only if Joron takes her place... in the marriage bed. 


Prince Joron of Blade Rain was kissed by a man he had no idea was King Aric of Claymoor Doom. Of course King Aric had no idea the one he kissed was even a man since Joron was dressed as a woman. Disguised to escape the newly crowned king of Blade Rain who just happens to be Joron's brother, Joron is swept off his feet by Aric when he is rescued by him from an assault. Aric is also swept off his feet by the beauty of the "woman" and that one amazing kiss. Aric, who is led to believe the beautiful woman he kissed is actually the princess, immediately goes to the king of Blade Rain and offers for the princess’s hand in marriage and his offer is accepted. Unfortunately, King Aric is now betrothed to Liarta, Joron’s sister. But an emergency has King Aric racing home without finding out the mistake he has made and now Joron must ride to Claymoor Doom to renegotiate the offer since Liarta is in love with someone else and does not want to marry King Aric. 

Imagine Aric’s surprise when he discovers the Prince is the one he thought was the Princess! So Aric does the only thing he can think of. He will release Liarta from her obligation of marriage, but only if Joron takes her place... in the marriage bed.



Things are going well for King Aric. He had Joron safely hidden away. Diagus, although a continuing threat to Joron, had left his castle empty handed, and the Cetin Gang was headed for his dungeons. He should be thrilled but – something was not right. He could feel it. 
Sure enough, when he returns to Claymoor castle, he finds Joron has been kidnapped and he must ride immediately to rescue him. And knowing the culprit, it was not going to be an easy task. However, Aric has a trump card; a letter from a dead king. Seemingly nonsensical at first, it now points a finger directly at a murderer and Aric is convinced Joron is next. Somehow he has to find him and get Joron back into his protective arms before it’s too late. 
Unfortunately, there are other huge pitfalls just waiting in the shadows. It turns out Joron is the true king of Blade Rain and Aric's long dead wife miraculously returns to claim Aric as her own. Between all the lies, murders, and life altering revelations, is there hope for these two at all? 

Purchase Links

The Servant King – 
Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-servant-king

Excerpt

So here he was, about to break the wedding engagement made by his brother for his sister to a king. Not just any king but the king. He wasn’t going to lie to himself. This could become unpleasant. It was one of the reasons Joron had encouraged his sister to elope the night before he left. If things went badly, there would still be no going back because his sister would be married and gone and safe.
He closed his eyes. He didn’t know how many times he had gone over it in his head. The three solid days of riding alone with no one to talk to, and the whole time only thinking about this moment and all that could go wrong, had made him jittery and short of breath. He hoped this king’s sense of business was as good as he had heard because what he had to offer should speak to that. It was going to be the way he started this conversation.
Suddenly there was a noise behind him. He quickly turned to see the double doors opening once again, and a large man swept into the room. The two guards who were at the door came in after him. Joron caught his breath as he admired the impressive man who was obviously the king. He was wearing a simple black shirt over a well-developed chest and black pants as well with black slippers. As plain as the clothes were, they were impeccably made. The materials were exquisite, and the body they clung to was magnificent. But Joron’s gaze was riveted to the man’s amazing thighs. They were thick and strong and muscular, and for some reason, he could not pull his attention away. He wanted to touch those thighs; he wanted to taste them.
Joron was shocked at his own thoughts as he watched those muscles work and flex their way into the room. Joron forced his eyes up to notice the king’s long dark-blond hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, framing his chiseled face…and that was where Joron’s gaze stopped. His eyes flew open wide as recognition hit hard. This is the man who saved me, who kissed me! Oh gods, this is the man who’d filled his dreams and nightmares and thoughts…and had for days and nights and…oh. But…it was when he was dressed as a woman.
Joron’s mouth dropped open, but absolutely no words came out.
The king continued his stride into the room, walking toward Joron, keeping a stoic expression. Stopping in front of one of the oversized chairs, he sat. He indicated to Joron, who still stood with wide eyes near the fireplace, to sit on the other.
Joron realized he was staring. He was so stunned to see this man again, and more astonished he was actually the King of Claymoor Doom, that he found it difficult to bring his emotions back under control. He was sure the man did not recognize him, since there was absolutely no indication of it on his face, so he figured he was safe. But he was irritated with himself because he was sure his distress showed and the king had to have noticed.
He walked the few steps to the offered chair and sat with as much dignity as he could manage, clearing his throat, readying himself for the task he came to accomplish. He battled with his thoughts, though, because at the moment all he could think of were those warm, demanding lips and those all-encompassing arms that now sat across from him. His body reacted all on its own. He was grateful to be able to sit. He waited patiently, eyes on the floor directly in front of him, for the king to give him permission to speak and to find a point at which he was not afraid to talk.



King Diagus of Blade Rain is in a bind. He is duty bound to produce a royal heir and the only way he knows that can happen is if he beds a woman. Definitely not his idea of Happily Ever After. In fact, far from it. Except instead of walking down the aisle with the princess he has arranged to marry, Diagus is off in the wilds of Claymoor Doom. But there’s a good reason. Rumor had it there was someone near Gray Valley with Diagus’s stark blue eyes. A possible relative and therefore an heir? Was there a chance he might not have to marry a woman, after all?  Regrettably, Diagus finds no one matching the rumor’s description. What he does find is a heinous, black magic plot for murder and Diagus is the next on the list.
Tama’s pregnant sister claimed to be carrying the child of a king. Not just any king. The mighty king of Blade Rain. She was determined to get out of the very poor house of Hilman and into the lap of luxury. But fate had its own agenda. Sadly, Tama must raise his nephew all by himself after his sister unexpectedly dies in childbirth. It’s not a problem, though. He loves Aydin as he loved his sister – with all his heart.
However, Tama’s lazy and abusive father, Beourn, is angry and extremely disappointed. Being the grandfather of a crown prince, he was looking forward to moving to the castle and living a life of extravagance. With his daughter’s death, that was no longer possible. So, he does the unthinkable. He kidnaps Aydin with the intent of selling him to the rich and powerful king. Tama is stunned he would do such a thing and chases after Beourn to rescue Aydin.
But he doesn’t get far before he is confronted with a beautiful man being viciously attacked. Of course Tama has to help. If he doesn’t the man will surely die. Except Tama quickly learns the man is far more than just someone in trouble. In fact, the man is a king and will change Tama’s life. Forever.

Purchase Links

The Servant Crown – 
Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-servant-crown


I live in Minnesota where I holds tight to the idea that here, where it’s cold a good part of the year, I won’t age as fast. Yep, I avoid the truth as much as I avoid mirrors. But one of the reasons I love writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, I doesn’t mind “real life” and I do try to at least keep it in mind when I write my stories, but I truly love creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every - single - time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason I love reading this genre, too. Give me a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and my computer, whether I am reading or writing, and I will entertain myself for hours. The fact I actually get paid to do it, is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.


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