What if Prince Charming was a bad boy?
He brushed his mouth against hers.
She tasted of fall-sweet cider and fresh crisp air and the warmth of the late afternoon sun. She tasted of home and hearth-all the things he'd thought he'd given up-all the things he'd thought had come his way again in the form of this luscious woman.
He needed more, he wanted more. The whiskey burned inside him, blending with his pain and need.

An enslaved princess, a charming thief, and a power-hungry step-mother out for revenge.
A THRONE OF CRIMSON AND ASH...Are you ready?