Sourcebooks and the colophon are registered trademarks of Sourcebooks, Inc.Īll rights reserved. Sign up now for VIP savings, bonus content, early access to new ideas we're developing, and sneak peeks at our hottest titles!Ĭover and internal design © 2016 by Sourcebooks, Inc.įire image by Jeff Farmer, Scroll image by Jesús Cervantes We would love to invite you to receive exclusive rewards. He keeps staring at me, and a shiver prickles my spine. Body toned to perfection, he’s battle-chiseled and hard, the type of man who can cleave an enemy in two with little effort and even less consequence to his conscience. Black hair brushes a corded neck atop broad shoulders that have no doubt been swinging a sword since before he could walk. My heart thumping, I blink and take in the rest of him. His eyes remind me of Poseidon’s wrath-stormy, gray, intense-the kind of eyes that draw you in, hold you there, and might not let you go.Īdrenaline surges through me, ratcheting up my pulse. Our gazes collide, and something in me freezes. Watchful, alert, he’s aware of everything in his vicinity. He walks with predatory confidence, unhurried, and yet there’s no mistaking his potential for swift, explosive violence. He’s striking in a dark, magnetic way, his size, weapons, and bearing all telling me he’s a tribal warlord. He’s looking at me, and it’s hard not to look back.

A Promise of Fire by Amanda Bouchet