Title: A Noble Cause
Series: Legacy, Book Two
Author: Mickie B. Ashling
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: August 26, 2019
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 64500
Genre: Fantasy, NineStar Press, LGBT, fantasy, mpreg, magic, royalty, gay, age-gap, men with children, intersex, demons, wedding, kilts
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Synopsis
Having achieved his heart’s desire at a
high price, Prince Colin of Sendorra and his fiancé, Nobel Prize winner Alain
de Gris, find themselves at the epicenter of a twisted plot. Colin’s cousin,
Drake Bradford, and his grandmother Maura, the high priestess of the Bradford
Coven, have conspired for years to bring down the royal family.
Resembling his cousin in features and
coloring, Drake, the soulless rat, has been using their similarities—and black
magic—to his advantage. Princess Charlotte, Colin’s ex-girlfriend, is
unwittingly drawn into the feud, blissfully unaware she’s been sleeping with an
impostor.
In this anticipated sequel to A Tangled
Legacy, Colin and Alain, along with their fearless group of witches, ghosts,
and familiars, embark on a convoluted journey to save the people they love and
ensure the royal succession.
Excerpt
A Noble Cause
Mickie B. Ashling © 2019
All Rights Reserved
Prologue
Charlie’s head lolled back against the
leather seat of the BMW as Drake Bradford, still in his disguise as Prince
Colin of Sendorra, navigated the crowded streets of Biarritz before merging
onto the toll road heading toward Paris. He’d cast a sleeping spell on his
“fiancé” to avoid the interrogation he was sure would follow once she realized
they were on their way out of town. He needed privacy to confer with Granny
Maura to formulate a new plan while the royals were busy drawing up
countermeasures to deal with him.
Drake grew impatient as Granny’s phone
rang and rang. Like many seniors, she didn’t have her mobile at her fingertips,
defeating the whole purpose of instant availability. Finally, after the seventh
ring, she picked up.
“It’s about bloody time.”
“I couldn’t find my phone,” she replied
apologetically.
“We’ve already talked about this on
several occasions,” Drake scolded. “Put it on your kitchen counter so you know
where to look.”
“What’s the problem?” she asked
dismissively.
“I’ve managed to kill off the dowager
and Colin in one fell swoop.”
“You what!”
“They should have stayed out of my
business,” Drake defended.
“Tell me exactly what happened,” Maura
ordered tersely.
“Plans started to unravel the minute
Colin showed up unexpectedly. He wasn’t due home for another couple of days,
and Charlie and I would have announced our engagement by then. There was
nothing he could have done to stop us from marrying, but then it all went to
shit.”
“Where are you?”
“Driving to Paris.”
“Is Charlie with you?”
“Of course she is,” Drake snapped.
“She’s mine and I have every intention of marrying her. Plus, she’s carrying my
child.”
“Don’t come to Paris,” Maura advised.
“It’s the first place they’ll look.”
“What do you suggest?”
“Let me find you an apartment in
Prague.”
“Why there?”
“It’s a good place to hide in plain
sight.”
“Get back to me with details once you’ve
made the arrangements.”
“It might take a few hours.”
He grunted. “Doesn’t matter, Granny.
This is going to be one long-ass drive.”
“All right.”
Drake gunned the engine and put the car
on cruise control the minute he was on the toll road. He was still seething at
having been foiled—by an incompetent witch, no less—and wasn’t the least bit
sorry he’d destroyed a dynasty. The only downside to this turn of events was
figuring out how to deal with Charlie and her parents. He’d have to use her
pregnancy and his powers of persuasion to convince her he was a far better
choice than Colin could ever be. Granted, he didn’t have a kingdom to lay at
her feet, but he and Charlie had great chemistry, and the girl melted into a pliant
fool the minute he laid hands on her. He’d keep her so sexed up she wouldn’t
dream of rejecting him.
His phone rang an hour later, and he was
stunned by Maura’s news.
“Colin isn’t dead.”
Drake slammed on the brakes, and the car
fishtailed to a stop on the shoulder, narrowly avoiding a six-car pileup.
“Impossible!” he thundered. “I stopped
his heart.”
“Isabelle Simon and her son managed to
bring him back to life,” she deadpanned. “The coven has already received a
lengthy email demanding retribution.”
“Or what?”
“We’ll have a war on our hands, Drake.
I’m not sure I can get the other members to stand by our side when your actions
were completely unjustified.”
“Fuck the coven,” Drake snarled. “I
don’t want their help. And need I remind you this was your plan all along? What
about the dowager?”
“She’s dead.”
“So, you got what you wanted,” Drake
pointed out malevolently. He sucked in air through his clenched teeth and
gripped the steering wheel. “Now it’s my turn, and you’d better back me up.”
“I’ll see you in Prague.”
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Meet the Author
Mickie B. Ashling is the pseudonym of a
multifaceted woman who is a product of her upbringing in multiple cultures,
having lived in Japan, the Philippines, Spain, and the Middle East. Fluent in
three languages, she’s a citizen of the world and an interesting mixture of
East and West. A little bit of this and a lot of that have brought a unique
touch to her literary voice she could never learn from textbooks.
By the time Mickie discovered her talent
for writing, real life got in the way, and the business of raising four sons
took priority. With the advent of e-publishing—and the inevitable emptying
nest—dreams of becoming a published writer were resurrected and fulfilled in
April 2009.
Mickie discovered gay romance in 2002
and continues to draw inspiration from the LGBTQA community and their ongoing
struggle to find equality and happiness in this oftentimes skewed and
intolerant world. Her award-winning novels have been called “gut-wrenching,
daring, and thought provoking.” She admits to being an angst queen and making
her characters work damn hard for their happy endings.
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