Release date: November 19, 2016
Cover by: Ariel Marie
Genre: Paranormal Romance
She desperately needed to speak to her friend. Not that a tokota could speak, that would be crazy, Noelle thought to herself with a laugh. But he was certainly a great listener.
Marric and Noelle’s relationship dated back to one winter morning when Noelle was fifteen and she came upon a lost small black and white wolf-looking pup. The little furry ball yipped and ran over to Noelle and they had been friends every since.
A snort greeted Noelle from behind her. She turned with a smile, finding a large black figure standing behind her.
That small fur ball had grown into a massive alpha tokota. Marric was well muscular and with each step that he took toward Noelle, she could see the predator in him. But she knew that he would never hurt her. Tokota’s were very loyal to their companions. He was a massive beast that could easily accommodate her on his back as a passenger.
“It took you long enough,” she murmured as he pushed his snout into her hand. “Well, hello to you too,” she said with a laugh.
Another snort at her comment. She ignored it, allowing a large grin to spread across her face as she ruffled her fingers through his fur. She knew he was looking for the treats that she always brought.
“I have a problem, Marric,” she admitted. He pulled back and his dark eyes settled on her. He sat back on his hind legs, ready to listen to her. “My birthday is coming up. December twenty-fifth, I’ll be turning thirty. Do you know what that means?”
Marric cocked his head to the side as if waiting for her to answer. Of course he didn’t know the workings of the laws of Faery. She sighed and shook her head.
“According to the laws of Faery, I must marry. My father, the king, will be having the Royal Tournaments to find a husband for me. Males from all over Faery will come to compete in the tournaments to win my hand in marriage. You would think that this was the medieval times. This is the twenty-first century. A young Fae woman should be able to decide when it’s time for her to get married, not the governing body of our realm.”
Marric’s eyes didn’t waiver from Noelle as she spoke. Even without words, Noelle felt comforted by her friend’s presence. Maybe it was the chance to get her worries out in the open and off her chest that gave her relief, but deep down, Noelle was sure that it was Marric.
“But I’m sure that you’re just bored with my complaints,” she said with a hard laugh. She let loose a giggle as Marric butted her with his head. She wrapped her arms around his large neck and buried her head in his thick fur, squeezing tight before she let go.
“Ok, I’ll do it. For my family. For Faery,” she whispered, accepting what her family needed from her and what Faery would need from her.