The Dragon Prince - A Sexy Medieval Fantasy Novelette from Steam Books

By Annette Archer and Steam Books

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Estogan is a dashing but disgraced prince, trying to win back whatever respect he had from his father and kingdom by accomplishing the impossible: stealing dragon eggs from their nest. Along the way, he and his two cohorts encounter Temani, a mysterious woman warrior, and they can't tell if she means them harm or help, but what Estogan does know is the passion she inspires in his heart, and his loins...

WARNING: This 10,594-word novelette is a steamy read that features explicit scenes of passionate lovemaking in a medieval fantasy setting, and may be too much for timid readers!

(THE FAR REALM CHRONICLES)
The world of the Far Realm is filled with wonders, dangers, romance, lust, and thrills. Each novelette-length title in this loosely-connected series showcases another facet of this fantasy universe's characters, races, history and relationships. Whether it be a wonderous elf, a sexy prince, warrior maidens, or tenacious dragons, The Far Realm Chronicles is sure to provide excitement and romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steam Books
• Release date: Nov 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781634571029

Annette Archer

(Annette Archer) Annette Archer's humble beginnings working retail brought her two things: a strong work ethic and an insatiable desire for escapism. Utilizing these traits as well as her Bacherlors Degree in English and her natural power of the pen, Annette Archer has emerged as an exciting voice in the realm of romance fiction. Annette has published independently as well as teamed with publishers such as Steam Books Erotica & Romance. Her "Penny's Choice" series has earned her the attention of romance and fantasy readers alike.

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Chapter 1

Damn.

He had been so close.  So close to having everything he wanted.  Now he had nothing other than a splitting headache and a strong desire to kill something.

Preferably, that something would be a Crystal Elf named Tolan.

Estogan Perival, one-time prince of the Human Kingdom of Rikketh, sat in a tavern in the backwater town of Cedar Run in the southernmost part of the continent.  It was hot here, and miserable.  It suited his mood.

Calling this place a tavern was generous at best.  It was a run-down shack of a building with five round tables that hadn’t been sanded down for splinters in months if not years, run by a man who was portly and bald and sporting a growth of moles along the left side of his neck.  The ale was watered down, the glasses dirty enough that Estogan was drinking straight from the bottle.  For now, this place was all he could afford.

He had been cut off from his people.  His father, the High Lord Ferrogan, was not forgiving of anyone who brought dishonor to his house.  Estogan had ruined a proposed union of the Kingdom of Rikketh and the Crystal Elves, and worse, been banished from the Elves’ territory altogether.  Not to mention the unsubstantiated rumors that Estogan had been stirring up the Red Goblins to murder and mayhem.

That last part was true, of course, but even as a rumor it was enough of a final straw for his father.  High Lord Ferrogan had stripped him of his formal title and sent him on this fool’s errand as punishment for the insult to the High Lord’s name.

Estogan had even gone so far as to beg mercy as his father’s only son.  Such pleas had fallen on deaf ears.  Not that he had much of a relationship with his father, he had just assumed it would count for something.  He’d been wrong.

He tipped the bottle of whiskey to his lips again and eyed the few other patrons in the place.  There were three Dwarves at a table on the far side of the tavern, dressed in scarred leather armor and heavy boots, their long hair and beards braided in the manner of the mountain clans.  At another table sat a woman covered from head to toe in a gray robe, her face deep in the cowl, making it impossible to see much of her features.

Sitting with him at his own table were Silin Larisett and Thronimere Hawk, two of his best soldiers.  They had been present with him when his plans had been foiled at the Crystal Elves’ castle, when his presumptive marriage to the little waif of a girl, Princess Melodielle, had been called off.  They had been swept up with the same heavy hand that Estogan’s father had used to push him aside.  Now they rode with Estogan on this idiotic quest.  They didn’t have a choice.

When’s this contact of yers supposed to be here? Silin asked.  His tall frame was hunched over the table and he looked deeply into the contents of his cup as if expecting the answer to be at the bottom.  Lanky brown hair fell across his eyes as he did.

I have told you several times already, Estogan answered with a patience he didn’t feel.  Today.  Soon.  It will happen, when it happens.

All fine and well, Silin said with a twist of his mouth.  But it ain’t doin’ us no good to just sit here.

Estogan narrowed his dark eyes at the man.  He was already in a bad mood.  This heat had wrung sweat from him like he was a sponge.  His once fine