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Book Blast :Prince by Blood and Bone by @JessicaAspen

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clip_image002_thumb[1]Prince by Blood and Bone

Tales of the Black Court

Book Two

Jessica Aspen

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Abracadabra Publishing

Date of Publication: April 2014

ISBN: 978-0-9899558-1-2


Word Count: 90,000 words

Cover Artist: Kari Ayasha Cover to Cover Designs

Book Description:

A rebellious prince, a reluctant witch, and a mysterious prophecy,twisted together in a tale of Beauty and the Beast

Trapped in an underground palace Prince Kian must remain a beast, or give in to the queen’s plan to strip him of his powers. But Kian refuses to submit to his mother's evil plan and is determined to escape both his prison and his curse—even if it means dabbling in witch's magic.

On the run for most of her life, Bryanna MacElvy has never learned to use her healing Gift. When she’s pulled by Kian’s spell into his prison, the prince sees the golden witch as his salvation. Refusing to let her, or to accept she is incapable of curing him, Kian offers her a terrible bargain—heal him, or give up her freedom forever.

Their lives entwined by fate, the prince must learn to love a human and Bryanna must learn to trust herself—or risk losing their freedom, his powers, and their passion, to the evil of the Black Queen.

Dare to enter Jessica Aspen’s world of steamy, fantasy romance in book two of her fairy tale trilogy: Tales of the Black Court


Kian barely got into his chamber and slammed the door shut before succumbing to his desperate need, frantically clawing off the confining cloak, scrunching it into a bundle, and viciously hurling it into a corner. He shook with the effort of controlling himself, his rage, anger, and frustration, spewing out in a bone-shaking roar.

As the dust settled, he paced the room, shoving broken furniture out of his way and listening to the tinkling of the crystal chandelier as it quivered to a stop.

He’d been here too long. So long he’d forgotten how a single breath of rose-scented skin could tempt a man to violence.

From the long blond hair and almond-shaped glass green eyes, all the way down her very long legs in those ridiculously short shorts, she couldn’t have been any more tempting. And he’d been tempted. Tempted to rip off her clothes and see what her full breasts looked like below the low scoop of her tank top. Tempted to lick and taste and devour her skin all the way down to the soft indent of the belly button that had flashed him when he’d scared her. Tempted enough to take her, and ravish her, and jeopardize all chance of her good will.

The wench had no idea how close she’d come to being violated.

If she hadn’t turned out to be a witch, would he have been able to resist the lure of her femininity? He’d been alone with only Beezel and the goblins for too long. He didn’t think any man would resist a fantasy sex slave dropped into his prison. But she wasn’t a slave. She was his only hope, and he would need to woo her into helping him break the curse.

Kian crossed to the full-length mirror he forced himself to look into once a day, lest he forget how much his mother hated him. She had twisted his Gift, and it was twisting his soul. His magic was strong, a legacy of his royal blood, and she’d used it against him the way only his twisted mother could. She’d taken his Gift, a thing of beauty, the ability to take on any shape—a mouse, a troll, a wolf, anything at all—and she’d perverted it before imprisoning him.

He stared and brooded at his reflection in the mirror, at the worst motley of animals he’d ever seen. Himself. And wondered what the terribly young, terribly beautiful, terribly innocent witch would think.

The upright stance of a human, but the humped-up shoulders of a bear. The razor-sharp talons of an eagle, but the heavy, earthbound weight of a boar. Long tusks protruded next to his wolf-like muzzle, and if it weren’t for magic, his too long tongue and sharp fangs would make speech impossible. His mother had stolen all his shapes from him and left him a mess, but at least she’d left him the ability to communicate. Goddess only knew why.

No woman would want to look at a creature like him. No woman would kiss a man with a wolf’s face and tongue, and a boar’s tusks. No woman would be running her hands down his coarse, hairy chest, and when she discovered what lay between his thighs? No.

His fist lashed out and connected with the mirror. Gleaming shards of glass flew, catching in his short, scrubby mane and fur.

The girl would help him. And soon. He didn’t know how long he could restrain himself from burying his face in her hair, and his cock between those long, long legs.

A hesitant knock sounded on the door.

“Come in.”

Beezel entered and scrambled into a low bow.

“Enough of that.” Kian began pacing again, too restless to stand still. “Does she like her room? Do you think we should have put her in the one next to the library instead?”

The gnome’s accusing eyes took in the broken glass and the shattered mirror, but like the good servant he pretended to be, he kept his opinion to himself. Kian restrained the overwhelming urge to beat the gnome for the reproach he would never voice.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine, Your Highness. She doesn’t seem to care.”

“Doesn’t care?” Kian crossed to the trembling gnome, who edged closer to the open door. “Explain,” he growled.

Beezel hesitated. “She threw herself on the bed, sobbing, as soon as she entered. She doesn’t want to be here, none of us do.”

Kian stalked up and down the large room, pushing chairs and tables out of his way. “She’s staying.”

“Sire, I doubt your mother will let her.”

“My mother!” Kian crossed the room and picked up the gnome, shaking him hard until his arms and legs flew as if on strings. “You will not tell the queen. You will not tell anyone about this girl. Do you understand?”

“B-b-but, I must.” The gnome’s knees knocked together.

“Beezel,” Kian lowered his voice and drew close to the gnome. “If you do, I will kill you.”

“If I d-d-don’t the q-q-queen will do much worse.”

The reek of the gnome’s fear overwhelmed his sensitive wolf’s nose.

“Beezel, the queen is not here. I am. The strength of the spell confining me here has left her blind to whatever goes on within the confines of my prison. She’ll never know if you don’t tell her.” He lowered his voice and whispered into the gnome’s bumpy, pointed ear, “But I’ll know if you tell the queen and the girl is taken away from me. And I’m sure you will still be here for me to punish.”

He lowered Beezel to the ground and patted his bald head. “Beezel, what do you desire? Jewels? Gold? An underground palace such as this one?” Kian swung his arm wide. The warren was falling apart, but for a cavern gnome such as Beezel, it would be more lavish than any other home he would have in his lifetime. “Once I am released I can give you all of that, and more. But only once the witch has freed me from this curse that binds my form and my powers. If you tell the queen and she takes the witch, I will still be stuck here, but without a chance of freedom, and whatever hold she has over you will remain.” He paused, and sighed. “Trust me, she never lets go. If you do this, I’ll set you free and make sure you’re well rewarded.”

The little gnome avoided his gaze. “Well, Beezel? What’s it to be? Do I reward you, or do I have to kill you now to gain some time?” Kian pushed out a frustrated breath. “Are you in?”

Beezel moved his head in a slow nod.

Kian’s muscles relaxed in a rush of relief. He didn’t know what he would have done if the gnome had refused. He likely would have had to kill him, and who knew what the queen would send next.

“Good,” he said. “Swear to me you’ll not tell anyone about our visitor, anything about the girl, nor my endeavors.”

The gnome’s voice came out almost too low to hear, but Kian caught the words. “I swear.”

For the first time in too long the tell-tale energizing upswing of joy and anticipation tingled along his nerves. Finally, after too many years in this dusty abandoned place, he would have his own shape, his powers, and his freedom.



Character Name: Prince Kian of the Black Court

Character Bio: Raised to be king, when faced with his mother’s demand he marry his soul-sucking cousin, Agrona, Kian rebelled. The rebellion failed, and his friends and followers were killed and tortured. But Kian’s mother, the Black Queen, cursed him to beast form and hid him away in the abandoned, underground gnome palace until he gives in to her demands. Fifteen years later with no end in sight, the beast in Kian is taking over, and he has become desperate.


Hello Jeanine, thank you for having me here. I’ve been isolated for so long, I hope that you will forgive me if I seem brusque .

Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

If you’d asked me that before my mother forced me to rebel, I would have said my best quality was my ability to party, but now it would be my total focus on revenge. And my worst? My lack of control of my temper in this form.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

I’m not sure I want anyone to know anything about me, now. I’ve learned the hard way to keep my cards close, and my friends closer. Too many people in the know and you run the risk of losing.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

I have a soft spot for underdogs. Maybe it’s being raised in a fae court where anything goes and the weak don’t stand a chance, but I always want to rescue the abandoned and the lost. Shh, I shouldn’t have told you that.

What are you most afraid of?

Nothing. Fear is a weakness I can’t have, or I will be one of the ones needing rescue.

What do you want more than anything?

If you’d asked me that yesterday, I would have said to take my mother down and become King of the Black Court. But that was before Bryanna. Now, I don’t know. I may have to make a choice, revenge or the witch. And that choice is becoming more and more difficult with each day she stays with me in my prison.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

 Being a beast, I don’t wear much of anything, but since Bryanna arrived, I have taken to wearing a cloak so she won’t see who I truly am.

How much of a rebel are you?

Hah! I am the prince of rebels. I planned a coup and failed. Now I am imprisoned until I give in, and I am never giving in. I will be a rebel until I die, or until Bryanna cures my curse and I can win my fight with the queen.

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

As a prince, I never gave any thought to achieving more than the next bit of fun, but now? Now, I see my greatest achievements in my future. If I can win free of my curse and my prison.

What is your idea of happiness?

You humans ask such strange questions. Happiness is not for the royalty of the fae. We fight, we struggle for superiority, we win. And someday we die. I do not see happiness in the future for me.

What is your current state of mind?


What is your most treasured possession?

Today, it is Bryanna. She can magic away this curse, I know she can. I’ll do anything to keep her here with me. Anything.

Which living person do you, most despise?

My mother. She’s heartless and cruel, and would force me into a marriage that would suck the life out of me, literally. What kind of parent does that to their child? Even the fae usually take more care.

What is your greatest regret?

That I didn’t plan enough fifteen years ago and win the coup. Now, I have had too many years to go over my mistakes, and plan for the next time.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

I like smart women. I cast a spell for a beautiful woman who could play chess. Who knew it would actually work? My magic is tied up in my curse, so I’ve been forced to use witch’s magic and it is unreliable and unworkable for someone like me. Luckily, the fates smiled on me and I ended up with Bryanna: beautiful, smart, and someone who can free me from my mother’s spell.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

Legolas. Of course I like the elves and while Tolkien’s view wasn’t perfect, he did try to showcase our best.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

This curse! Oh, you meant about my inner self, or my nose, or something like that. Humans, always obsessed with imperfections.

What is your motto?

Revenge is sweet, no matter how cold or hot you serve it.






Jessica Aspen has always wanted to be spirited away to a world inhabited by elves, were-wolves and sexy men who walk on the dark side of the knife. Luckily, she’s able to explore her fantasy side and delve into new worlds by writing paranormal romance. She loves indulging in dark chocolate, reading eclectic novels, and dreaming of ocean vacations, but instead spends most of her time, writing, walking the dog, and hiking in the Colorado Rockies.






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