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As I mentioned before, WAR OF ROSES, is Kindle exclusive until September. But keep an eye out NOOK readers, as soon as its available it’ll have an introductory sales price!

But, as I mentioned on my Facebook Page, if you find you really can’t wait and you want to get your hands on this pretty little book, send me a message. I may have a little something for ya. ;)

WAR OF ROSES:

A Wonderland Story

With the Great War finally over, a volatile peace has settled over Wonderland. The truce between the Red King and the White Queen has produced two daughters, beacons of hope for the future of their nations. But Lilliabella, next in line for the throne, knows a horrible secret. Her sister has no intention of giving up the crown without a fight and Libi fears for her future if Edana gets her hands on Wonderland’s source of true power: the Jabberwocky.

With her life at stake and the situation worsening, Libi is faced with a choice: fight or flee. One choice means sending Wonderland into another bloody war. The other means leaving behind the person she loves most and trading a familiar world for one she’s never known.

Want a taste? I thought you might. Read on:

We first held hands in the singing gardens on a bright, cloudless afternoon. The sunlight piercing through the forest reflected off of the melting snow, bathing the world in brilliant white. I closed my eyes and breathed in the crisp, cold air. The flowers slept, as they were prone to doing during the frost, leaving us on our own to fill the infinite silence.

Thankfully, Maddox was never at a loss for words. “’Twas undoubtedly the ugliest contraption I’ve ever seen,” he said excitedly, “in that most gaudy crimson that she so prefers.”

I bent my head to hide my smile. “I doubt it was as awful as all that. Your father made it, after all. And I have yet to see him make something less than astounding.”

“For you, maybe. Yours is a quiet elegance. But Edana requires a certain level of pomp to satisfy her vanity. Her hat bent in angles and curled to the sky as though it would sprout legs and jump right off her head.”

I snickered then, unable to contain it any longer. “How is it, do you think, that my sister and I can be so different?”

“It is a mystery I myself have often pondered. Surely, you are an exception. Much more your mother’s child than your father’s.”

“Surely,” I repeated, deep in thought, keeping step alongside him. “How different our world would be then, had they never married. Had the truce never been struck.”

He kept his gaze fixed upon the ground, tightened the clasp of his hands behind his back. “But then I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the pleasure of your company.”

“And the world would be spared the pleasure of Edana’s.”

“One learns to take the good with the bad. Without the truce, we would still be fighting the Great War, locked in a stalemate. ’Tis truly best that it is over. We could not have afforded any more bloodshed.”

“Edana says that blood is the price necessary for greatness. She often reminds me that the willingness to spill it is what separates the weak from the mighty.” I brought our leisurely gait to a sudden halt. “What I am about to tell you, I tell you in confidence. You must never repeat it to anyone.”

He nodded, ever so slightly. “You have my word.”

“Mother and Father do not know, but late at night I hear Edana escape. She searches for the Jabberwocky, following its howls into the darkened forest. I fear what she will become if she ever finds it.”

He shuddered beside me. “A fearsome thing, no doubt.”

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