Stealing the Wolf Prince
Wylderland Chronicles, Book 1
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Narrado por:
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Hollie Jackson
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De:
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Elle Clouse
Sobre este áudio
After years on the road conning wealthy nobles out of their gold, Kiera is ready to give up her life of crime and return to her childhood home of Cearbhall. She's got one last job in mind, one that will see her set for life. What harm could come from impersonating a country princess to marry a prince and live wealthily ever after? Except her childhood home is nothing like she remembered. The king has gone senile, his younger sons rule with terror, and the crown prince is missing. The prince she's to wed is only interested in siring an heir, and her future brother-in-law wants to get into her skirts. Deciding the grifter's life wasn't so bad after all, Kiera plots her escape. Before she can steal away, she's discovered and thrown into the dungeon with a crazed wolfborn to die.
Lachlan never thought that he'd see his childhood sweetheart once his wolfborn affliction set in. Nor did he expect to ever see daylight. Imprisoned in the dungeon since adolescence, his brothers have usurped the throne and leave a trail of evil in their wake. When Kiera lands in the dungeon with him, he recovers his will to put things right. Kiera may not remember him, but he remembers her, and Lachlan vows to save her from his brothers and their schemes.
Except Kiera wields a power unlike any other, and she doesn't need saving. But the people of Cearbhall do. As Kiera and Lachlan fight the evil princes, they uncover a greater magic in the world around them, and a powerful magic between them that can't be denied...
©2015 Elle Clouse (P)2016 Elle Clouse