The Lochlann Feuds

A reckless princess. An enemy kingdom. And a mistake that could cost her everything.

Princess Rowan thought she knew her place in the world. She never expected to feel like an outsider. She certainly never imagined she would fall in love, least of all with a man from a barbarian kingdom half a world away. But when series of missteps lands her in the hands of the people she was brought up to hate, she is forced to reconsider everything she thought she knew about both lands. And about herself. After a lifetime of animosity between the kingdoms, will the Socairans ever accept her as one of their own? Or will her mistakes push her people into yet another war?

Rowan was finally going to do something right; marry for love and for her kingdom. Keep her people safe. Until an archaic law enslaved her to the most feared man in all of Socair; a man who treats her like a pawn and calls her his pet. But, when enemies emerge from unexpected places, she’s forced to realize that being Evander’s property might just be the only thing keeping her alive. Can she fulfill her blood debt to Bear, even if it means losing Theo forever? Even if it means sacrificing her heart? Listen to find out more.

Rowan thought she had escaped her life as a prisoner. But even in Lochlann, she is chained by the memories of everything she left behind in Socair. Of everyone she left behind. With her people clamoring for war, the responsibility falls on Rowan to enter into a marriage alliance to keep her kingdom safe. That should be easy, considering she’s already received proposals from half the clans in Socair. But even with plenty of options, she’s left with no good choices. Will she play it safe? Or will she risk everything for the kind of love she never wanted to begin with?

No matter how I had tried to avoid it, there was no escaping what we had: The kind of love you went to war for. And that’s exactly what I intended to do.

I had spent a lifetime perfecting the art of planning ahead, accounting for every known variable and a few that were mere speculation. It was necessary, to live the life I had, to do the things I had done and come out on the other side. So by the time I arrived at the storms-forsaken Summit, I had spent every day of the years prior carefully, meticulously assessing each situation and weighing the best potential outcome, knowing that my clansmen lived and died on my ability to do it well.