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TITLE: Esperance (Esperance Trilogy #1)
GENRE: NA Fantasy Romance
RELEASE DAY: November 18, 2022
Book Summary
Twelve strangers. Six marriages. One year in Esperance.
Amryn has many reasons to hate the empire. Her latest is her forced marriage to General Carver Vincetti, better known as the Butcher. If he learns even one of her secrets, he will kill her. And Amryn has many secrets. Not only is she an empath with forbidden magic, she's also a newly recruited rebel intent on destroying the empire—starting at Esperance.
Carver knows the rebels have infiltrated the remote temple of Esperance. His job is to hunt them down before they can wreck the emperor’s new peace. Despite the demons that haunt him, Carver is intent on his mission—but he’s not prepared for Amryn. From her fiery red hair to her surprising wit, his new wife has captured his attention. The attraction that flares between them is undeniable. Now he just has to determine if she’s the enemy.
When the newly married couples become targets in a violent game, Esperance becomes more dangerous than anyone anticipated. Carver and Amryn are about to discover that no one is exactly who they appear to be—especially each other.
Esperance is book one in a New Adult fantasy romance series by Amazon bestselling author Heather Frost. If you love enemies-to-lovers romance, forbidden magic, and an action-packed story you can’t put down, you’ll love Esperance!
My Review
I just finished reading Esperance by Heather Frost and all I can say is, "Wow!" I've loved every series this author has written and could hardly wait to get my hands on this book. There are so many twists and turns and surprises waiting for readers. The main characters, Amryn and Carver are both great. This is a slow-burn romance that is filled with intrigue, mystery, magic, and the earlier-mentioned, romance. I love books that keep me guessing throughout the whole book. The only warning I can give you about this novel is that once you start it's incredibly hard to stop reading.
I highly recommend Esperance and this new series. It has everything you want in an engaging novel: romance, mystery, action, secrets, jealousy, and a great surprise waiting for you at the end, or I should say surprises. This is a 5-star fiction novel I highly recommend to all readers.
***This is a New Adult novel but is still clean with a little violence.
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Heather Frost is an #1 Amazon bestselling author of YA/NA fantasy romance. Her books have been Whitney Award and Swoony Award Finalists, and Royal Decoy was a 2022 semifinalist in The Best In Indie Awards. She has a BS in Creative Writing and a minor in Folklore, which means she got to read fairy tales and ghost stories and call it homework. Heather lives in a beautiful valley surrounded by mountains in northern Utah. To learn more about Heather and her books, visit her website: www.HeatherFrost.com.
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{{{{{{{Excerpt From Esperance}}}}}}}
Amryn drew her feet up onto the settee and hugged her knees to her chest. “When I was nine, I thought I found the fairy realm.”
Carver twisted back to her, and in the glow of the moon she could see his eyebrows tug together. “What?”
“In Ferradin, every child hears stories of how the fairy realm can touch ours. And if you’re very lucky, you might be able to find one of the pathways that join our worlds.”
A thread of amusement rippled from him. “And you thought you found this pathway?”
“I was sure of it. I’d been playing in one of the palace gardens, and I fell through a hedge.”
A huffing laugh escaped him. “It’s lucky you weren’t on one of those infernal mountains you love, or you might have fallen to your death.”
She rolled her eyes. “Mountains are lovely. Now, can I finish my story?”
He lifted both hands. “Please do.”
“As I was saying, I fell through a hedge, and I knew instantly that I’d entered the fairy world. Right in front of me, in this grassy, forgotten space, I found tiny little chairs and a small table made of weathered wood.”
Curiosity rose in Carver’s eyes, and she felt his stirring of surprise.
She tucked her shoulder into the corner of the settee, the cushioned arm pressing into her lower back as she viewed him a bit smugly. “I see I have your attention.”
“You always have my attention.” The soft words—so quiet she barely heard them—made her stomach flutter, and warmth spread through her body. He wasn’t even touching her, but he had a physical effect on her. Something about that was alarming.
She mentally shook herself and continued her story. “There were four chairs lying around the table. They’d been painted once, but everything was chipped and long faded, and weeds had done their best to overgrow the entire setting, but they were there. Like a long-abandoned fairy tea party.
“I wanted to run and tell everyone what I’d found, but I also didn’t want to leave without seeing a fairy—just in case I wasn’t able to find my way back. So, I plucked the weeds and righted the chairs, and I even found some berries nearby to place on the table, as a sort of offering. But the fairies didn’t come.
“Evening set in, and even though I was tucked between hedges, I started to get cold. I was hungry, too, so I ate the berries—and immediately got sick.”
Carver’s eyebrows slammed down. “This had better have a happy ending.”
“Clearly, I’m all right.”
“Maybe. But you were a child trapped in a hedge, delusional, and now sick, and night was coming on. Didn’t you have a nursemaid? And where was your uncle?”
“Oh, he was searching for me, along with half the castle. Torin was the one who eventually found me. He heard my vomiting.”
The king of Ferradin had poked his head through the hedge, taken one look at her, and instantly gathered her into his arms—even though she retched all over his new tunic.
“He wanted to take me back to the castle at once, but I started crying because I hadn’t seen any fairies yet, and I didn’t want to leave the fairy realm. I made him swear he’d bring me back later, and he promised he would. When I asked him how he’d find it again, he said, ‘That will be easy enough. This was your mother’s favorite hideaway.’ And that’s when I realized the table and chairs had been hers. I later learned that she’d begged Rix to craft them for the fairies. She’d left them there as a child and yet, somehow, years later, I found them.” She smiled a little. “It felt very much like fairy magic.”
The corner of Carver’s mouth rose. “That’s a nice thought. And a good story.”
“It is. Less so for Torin, of course. I kept throwing up on him as he carried me back to the castle. His clothes were ruined.”
Carver chuckled. “Hopefully you learned not to eat unknown berries.”
“You can’t tell me you never ate anything questionable as a child.”
He shrugged. “I ate a stick.”
She blinked. “You ate a stick?”
“It’s not exactly something I’m proud of, but yes. I ate a stick.”
A laugh burst out of her. “Why by all the Saints would you do that?”
His smile stretched. “Loreena told me I couldn’t, so I did it to prove her wrong. It was utterly disgusting, and I don’t recommend it.”
“You ate a stick, just to spite your sister?”
“Yes.” He pushed away from the column and moved to sit on the other end of the settee. “To be fair, it was more of a twig, but it still tasted horrible.”
“You actually ate it?” she asked, her voice rippling with suppressed laughter.
“Yes. Every bark-ridden bit of it.”
She shook her head. “You eating a stick is far more embarrassing than me eating foul berries. At least most berries are supposed to be eaten.”
“You haven’t even heard the most embarrassing part yet.” His dimple flashed as he smiled. “I was thirteen.”
Her eyes rounded. “Seriously? A thirteen-year-old should have more sense than that!”
“Have you known any thirteen-year-old boys?”
She chuckled, he smiled, and while they talked, the moon continued its quiet journey across the sky.
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