Release Date: July 24, 2018
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Delaney might have done her job a little TOO well…and now her life has once again been turned upside down by aliens, this time by a deadly (and devastatingly handsome) alien prince in this explosive second installment of Chani Lynn Feener’s The Xenith Trilogy.
Delaney has been kidnapped by aliens. Again. After only a month back on Earth with her hot new alien boyfriend Ruckus, the deadly and devastatingly handsome prince Trystan has dragged her right back to his planet.
While some girls may dream of winning a prince’s heart, Delaney just wishes this one would leave her alone. Instead, she finds herself at the center of both a tense political battle between two alien kingdoms and Trystan’s romantic attentions, both of which are absolutely ruining the life she’s built on Earth. Not to mention the fact that she’s about to be crowned queen of a planet she’s barely even visited. Just another day in the life of an ordinary human girl.
Readers won’t want to miss Between Frost and Fury, the compelling, fast-paced sequel to Chani Lynn Feener’s Amid Stars and Darkness.
Chani Lynn Feener has wanted to be a writer since the age of ten during fifth grade story time. She majored in Creative Writing at Johnson State College in Vermont, and graduated in 2012. To pay her bills, she has worked many odd jobs, including, but not limited to, telemarketing, order picking in a warehouse, and filling ink cartridges. When she isn’t writing, she’s binging TV shows, drawing, or frequenting zoos/aquariums. Chani is also the author of teen paranormal series, the Underworld Saga, originally written under the penname Tempest C. Avery. She currently resides in Connecticut, but lives on Goodreads.com.
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She thought he was like Olena? Impossible. Olena Ond was a moron, and while Trystan had been called many things in the past, moron had never been one of them.
He shook his head, slamming both palms flat against the double doors leading to the conference room. They slapped against the inner walls, rebounding with a loud clatter that he hardly noticed.
There were five tellers in the room already, all Kint, and without needing him to say a word they scattered. They bowed as they passed, but Trystan was already turning his attention toward the large screen on the wall.
He checked his clothing, cursing under his breath when he remembered he wasn’t in uniform. He ran a hand over his hair to smooth down any unruly strands. He was painfully aware of the dark circles still under his eyes—a result of the constant meetings his father had been calling lately—but there was nothing to be done about it now.
Just as he was about to bend down and flick a speck of dust from the toe of his boot, the screen emitted a low chime. A second later his father’s face filled half the wall before him.
Of course, the Rex looked impeccable, and Trystan clasped his hands behind his back to hide the fact he was making tight fists. To the End family, appearance was everything, and if his father wasn’t reminding him of this fact verbally, he was always sure to do so physically.
His father got straight to the point. “I hear there were complications at the Positioning.”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Trystan said.
“It’s my understanding Basilissa Tilda handled it,” the Rex stated . “Smart, to renew fear of their Basilissa in the Vakar. But was an all-out riot part of your brilliant plan as well?”
“It hardly got that far.”
Damn his father’s spies for making it sound otherwise. Usually he carefully screened the tellers he had around him, made sure none of them had overtly strong ties to the Rex. Taking over the Vakar palace had been too big a play, however, and Trystan had been forced to accept whatever troops he’d had to send.
“From the sounds of it, even your human was worried.”
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