You are cordially invited to the two hundred and forty-seventh Choosing. It is time again for a prince of the Montclare Clan to take a Consort...

A BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER...

I was never meant to be a noble, and certainly never a Consort to one of the princes, but a cruel twist of fate led to Alaric Montclare, warlord and prince, calling out my name as his selected human blood donor at the Choosing. Now bound to him for the rest of my days, I must leave my family and entire life behind to accompany the High General to his war camp deep in the Northlands where he battles back the dark, evil creatures that threaten everyone within our borders.

Alaric has made it clear that he wants nothing to do with having a Consort...And yet, there's a connection-and intense attraction-between us that can't be denied. Is it only blood and duty that bind us together, or something much more?

A WARLORD PRINCE...

I never wanted a Consort. I sure as hells never wanted a mate. But I have somehow found both in Dahlia Clayburn. I refuse to accept the bond and claim her as mine...but I couldn't even if I wanted to. She is human. She is my Consort. She is out of my reach for anything but her blood...And yet, I find myself getting dangerously close to crossing that forbidden line. I'll deny my every instinct for as long as possible, but even I am only so strong.

When the time comes, what will I be willing to sacrifice for a chance at forever?