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Prince of the Northwest Forest by Leslie McAdam
Length: 82,000 words
Series: Runaway Prince Hotel multi-author series, standalone
Prior Reading: n/a
Genre: urban fantasy
Tropes: Royalty/commoner, Sexual awakening, Only one tent, slow burn
Trigger/Content Warnings: n/a
Designer: Samrat Acharjee
If the forest prince is straight, why does it seem like he wants to kiss me? And will I end up regretting it if I let him?
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I spend my mornings working as a barista and my afternoons hiking in the woods trying to find a way into the realm of the fae. Those tricksters stole something from me, and I want it back.
Then I meet Prince Kalle, who has a wicked scar on his face, a sword at his hip, and the rare ability to talk to animals. We form an easy friendship, in part because he’s searching the woods for something, too: his missing brother.
Kalle is tall, dark, handsome, kind, and not into men. I tell myself to smother my budding attraction to him, which is especially difficult to do when our quest has us sharing a very small tent.
Am I just imagining that he’s sending me mixed signals?
Regardless, I need to leave him alone. If Kalle doesn’t find his brother, he’ll have to marry the princess of a rival realm to save his forest from destruction. But losing him might destroy my heart.
Is there any way Kalle won’t have to choose between saving his land and subjects … and me?
Prince of the Northwest Forest is a lower-angst, spicy, male/male urban fantasy romance. Prince Kalle and commoner Justice trek through snowy woods wearing hooded cloaks and carrying lanterns … and maybe falling in love along the way. Expect cute animal sidekicks, cozy visits to the cottagecore homes of wood nymphs, firecat attacks, and revealed secrets. It’s book four of the Runaway Prince Hotel shared world series, where magical royals find love over a cup of coffee. HEA guaranteed.
EXCERPT:
Man, there are weird things in the Oregon woods.
Today’s exploration has taken me along a path bordered by bright green deciduous trees and white trillium in bloom. I’m headed for Tassiya Meadows, but apparently I’ve ended up in a different realm instead.
No joke, headed straight for me is some dude in a full-on sweeping cloak down to his ankles, its hood shading his face. The fabric billows behind him as his long, loping strides aim straight for me. Under the cloak he’s got on old-fashioned clothes: dark green moleskin pants with tall boots and a tunic. And a sword is strapped to his side.
Which, okay, he could be cosplaying. There’s a reason for the “Keep Portland Weird” bumper stickers, and the concept applies to much of the state. So he fits right in.
Except his head is turned like he’s talking to the small moose that’s keeping pace with him. Or maybe it’s an elk? Whatever.
Maybe he’s from one of the nearby realms. There are so many, I lose track.
I shake my head and notice a fox trotting ahead of him and off to the side.
Like I said: Forest-knight dude is keeping Oregon weird.
But the strangeness is more than how out-of-this-time he feels. There’s a presence about him. A power. It’s in the broadness of his shoulders and the mystery of his face under the dark hood that shrouds his features.
As I take a step back to let the three of them pass, I trip on a large rock, lose my balance, and feel the ground go out from under me. I fall backward and land with a huff, my ass on the dirt.
“Are you all right?” The forest-knight dude reaches out a tanned, rough hand.
I grasp it, and electricity pulses between us as he hauls me back to my feet. “Yep. Never better.”
Dusting off the back of my jeans, and then my hands, I shift my weight. Neither of us moves.
He pulls his hood back slightly, and our eyes lock. He has a big scar on one side of his face: a red vertical line from his eyebrow down to his cheek. It looks as if he’s lucky not to have lost his eye.
My cheeks heat. Something about him is familiar. My tongue darts out to lick my lips.
Stop staring. He’s going to think I’m staring at his scar, but I’m not. I’m staring at … him.
about the author:
Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two children. An avid reader from a young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the people you fantasize about.
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