House of Pounding Hearts (Deluxe Edition) - (The Kingdom of Crows) by Olivia Wildenstein (Paperback)

About the Book

"I MEANT TO CAPTURE THE PRINCE'S HEART . . . AND ENDED UP WITH A KING'S. My desire to sit upon the Lucin throne led me to revive an ancient, winged monarch; one I deemed a friend until that friend duped and imprisoned me. Lorcan claims he's holding me captive for my own safety, but then he also claims I belong to him. Slumbering for five centuries has evidently given the Crow King severe delusions. We may share an unfortunate mind-link, but we are still masters of our own destiny, and I intend to steer mine away from the Sky Kingdom and its prophecies . . . away from him. I quickly find out there is no escaping the possessive male. In all honesty, I'm no longer certain I want to. Get swept away in the second installment of a slow-burn shifter fantasy series full of heartbreaking deceit, wicked supernaturals, and alpha males"--

Book Synopsis

"Utterly addictive and smolderingly sexy!" --DANIELLE L. JENSEN, New York Times bestselling author, for House of Beating Wings

"A must read for fans of Sarah J. Maas and Jennifer L. Armentrout!" --G.K. DEROSA, author of Darkblood Academy

USA Today bestselling author Olivia Wildenstein's slow-burn, epic Kingdom of Crows fantasy romance series continues with heartbreaking deceit, fated mates, and a war between alphas, now in a deluxe edition including:

• sprayed edges
• bonus content
• a brand-new chapter



I MEANT TO CAPTURE THE PRINCE'S HEART . . . AND ENDED UP WITH A KING'S.

My desire to sit upon the Lucin throne led me to revive an ancient, winged monarch; one I deemed a friend until that friend duped and imprisoned me.

Lorcan claims he's holding me captive for my own safety, but then he also claims I belong to him. Slumbering for five centuries has evidently given the Crow King severe delusions.

We may share an unfortunate mind-link, but we are still masters of our own destiny, and I intend to steer mine away from the Sky Kingdom and its prophecies . . . away from him.

I quickly find out there is no escaping the possessive male. In all honesty, I'm no longer certain I want to.