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Released: April 2021
ISBN: 9781005748500
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Series: The Magicals Series, #3
Author: Maya Tyler
Length: Novel
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Price: $2.99

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New York had Broadway. LA had Hollywood. Chicago had magic.

During the Golden Age of Magic, descendants of The Anunnaki sought refuge in the City of Magic.

Five years ago, fairy princess Alina Lehrer played the role of dutiful daughter until, in a single act of rebellion, she broke her arranged marriage agreement with David Laurent and destroyed a powerful alliance between their families. She fears her mother will hold it against her until she fulfils her familial duty—to reclaim the fairy crown that had been stolen from them more than a century ago.

Now, the usurper to the throne is dead, thus ending the fairy-wizard feud. It is time to reclaim the throne, and ultimately the stolen crown. But happily-ever-after seems as far away as ever for Alina. She is still heartbroken after the rejection of her first love and is still healing from a near-death trauma. She must push aside her personal feelings and find a way to confront her demons in order for her to complete her quest.

Rylan Jackson, codename Orion, has an impeccable record as a trained assassin for The Royal Court of Fairies. As The Court's most trusted asset, he always gets the job done. Until his target is Alina, the one woman he can’t resist.

Fate has placed Alina and Rylan on opposing sides in a world of deception and betrayal. Where truth is ambiguous. Where loyalties war with affection. Where there are no coincidences.

But Alina has the power to change her destiny and soon learns Fate is not set in stone.

Alina Lehrer shook off the unbidden memory. Everything’s okay. I’m safe here. She took a deep breath, then moved her gaze slowly around the living room of her townhome condo in Chicago’s Oakland neighborhood. From her viewpoint on the white leather sofa, everything seemed to be in its proper place.

The impressionist painting behind her hung high on the light gray wall with its bold blues and greens practically jumping out of the frame. It made a pleasing focal point, bringing together all the colors in the room. Her potted white orchid stood tall and delicate in the corner next to the pale blue armchair. She paused to close her eyes and inhale its sweet fragrance. Feeling a bit calmer. Next, she settled her gaze on the vase of fresh-cut flowers placed perfectly in the middle of her reclaimed wood coffee table, centered in front of her sofa. Perhaps it was indulgent, but buying fresh-cut flowers from the nearby farmers’ market was her weekend guilty pleasure. A slender blue and white lamp, topped with a shallow, drum-shaped white lampshade, sat in the middle of the square, marble-topped end table. Her gray oak floor gleamed from a recent polishing.

Everything was in order—better than usual—since she’d been cleaning non-stop since the incident. Why did she care so much about having everything in its place? When everything else goes to shit, you need an anchor, something stable, reliable. Home was that place for her.

She held great pride in the home she made for herself. It represented her hard-won independence. Five years ago, living here had been a pipe dream. For the first time in her life, she’d gone against her parents’ wishes. She’d rejected an arranged marriage to Dr. David Laurent, who, ironically, became co-owner and in-house psychologist at her self-improvement business, Vibrant Life Incorporated. Her lips curled into a proud smile. I accomplished so much by deviating from the planned path. Except— Her smile vanished. Finding romantic love. And, you know, restoring my family’s heritage.

But things were on the brink of change. Not the chance for romantic love. She sighed. It was about restoring her family’s heritage. The elegant book in her hands could be the key. She already knew it confirmed her lineage. What else might it contain? Yet, she hesitated. After everything she’d been through—literally staring down death and surviving—and she cowered now, at the sight of a mere book. She couldn’t even work up the courage to open it. All these years. Hiding in the shadows. Her shoulders drooped. I cannot fail. Not when I’m so close. The uncertainty of not knowing seemed preferable to chancing another disappointment, especially when there was so much hope riding on her, on this, the first new lead in ages.

Hope was a dangerous thing. For many years her family, the rightful heirs to the fairy monarchy, had clung to the hope of regaining their stolen crown. She had grown up on these stories, fairy tales if you will, first, as bedtime stories. Then as history lessons at fairy school. Regardless of location, the story remained the same. The Delafontaines had been betrayed. She would never admit it to her family, but she sometimes wondered if they had deserved it. With the way they were treated, the wizard rebellion made sense. Perhaps her family had mistreated the Bauers in the same manner. Power had a way of corrupting. She would never know for certain. The last of the Bauers was—she gulped—dead. Unless you counted the old woman’s daughter, but she didn’t seem to want anything to do with the monarchy. It had stolen as much from her as it had Alina.

Hope. Her lips curled in disgust. She could see it shining in her mother’s eyes. Except hope wasn’t the right word. Hope suggested possibility. Even without proof, her mother had stubbornly held onto the dream, like it was the most important thing to her, never doubting she’d see it come to fruition. Yet, the realm of possibility hadn’t even been a remote factor until—

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