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The Kiss of Deception has it all— beautiful writing, heart-pounding suspense, a fiery princess, and an epic romance that'll make you swoon. This is definitely one of my favorite reads of the year!”— Alyson Noël, #1 New York Times–bestselling author of The Immortals
It was worth it Lia... Every mile, everyday. I’d do it all over again. I’d chase you across three continents if that’s what it took to be with you.” Become your own best critic. Step away from your finished manuscript for a while, and when you return to it, revise with a fresh eye. Find a like-minded group of writers like yourself and trade critiques. Listen for recurring suggestions and questions. Those are probably your weak areas and every writer has them. He prattled on and on, the endless required blessings and sacraments, his voice rising, filling the room, and then when I thought I could stand no more, his very words pinching off my airways, he stopped, and for a merciful sweet moment, silence rang in my ears. I breathed again, and then the final benediction was given.I pushed away from the window, fogged with my own breath, and left the endless hills of Morrighan to their own worries. It was time for me to meet my day. A deeply satisfying, intricately plotted fantasy where no one— no one—is quite what they seem. . . . A thoroughly engrossing read— I couldn't put it down!”—Robin LaFevers, New York Times–bestselling author of Grave Mercy and Dark Triumph
I came for you, Lia, no matter who or what you are, and I don't care what mistakes I made or what mistakes you made. I'd make every single one again, if that was the only way to be with you." (28) Can't say I blame her really, after all she's been through. And how much trouble could have been avoided had everyone just been honest in the first place. But then we wouldn't have gotten to meet the Komizar...
How does The Kiss of Deception end?
I felt my mother's hand on my head, gently caressing my hair. "A few more lines, Arabella. That's all." I got to my feet, my chest heaving, busying myself with a loose button on my shirt. “Let’s forget that happened, Kaden.” Pearson offers readers a wonderfully full-bodied story: harrowing, romantic, and full of myth and memory, fate and hope . . . this has the sweep of an epic tale.” — Booklist, Starred Review The plans have changed,” I said firmly, and I gathered my gown up in great bunches so I could get a foothold in the stirrup. The straw-haired boy’s mouth fell open as he looked at my once pristine gown, the hem already sloshed with mud, now smearing my sleeves and lace bodice and, worse, the Morrighan jeweled wedding cloak. “But—” I shivered at the thought of bony old hands caressing my cheek or shriveled sour lips meeting mine. I kept my gaze fixed out the window, but saw nothing beyond the glass. "Why could I not have at least inspected him first?"
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