The highly anticipated second book in #1 New York Times Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout's Wicked Trilogy is releasing July 19, 2016, and we have an excerpt for you! Check it out below, and be sure to grab the first book in the series, WICKED, which is on sale for $.99 for a limited time!
My fingers tightened around the slender remote. “I was thinking that if the prince can sense me, why hasn’t he showed up here?” “I don’t know.” Tink came down to the coffee table and started marching across it. I’m not the prince, but if I was the prince, I’d be buying time.” “Buying time?” I scooted to the edge of the couch. “Yeah, because he’s got to win you over.” Tink swiped up the straw he’d had in his Coke. It was nearly the size of him. “That’s basically what he has to do if he wants to impregnate you.” I cringed, like a full body cringe. “Please do not use the word impregnate ever again.” “Why? That’s what he wants to do.” He started dancing with the straw, the kind of dancing you see in the clubs. Hips gyrating all over the place. “He knows coercing or tricking you isn’t going to get the deed done, so he’s probably trying to learn how not to be a sexed up dickhead.” “Sexed up dickhead?” I repeated. “Uh-huh.” Tink dipped the straw as one would a dancer. “Remember when I was telling you how I saw the prince getting it on with three females once? He’s totes sexed up. And he’s a dickhead. In other words, he has no empathy or compassion. No humanity.” “Most fae don’t.” Tink twirled the straw. “Yeah, but the ancients are worse. They’re as far away from human as you can get. He’s going to have to work on wooing you.” I slowly shook my head. “That’s…” There were no words. “That’s what I’d do.” Tink dropped the straw and whipped around toward me. “Or he’s plotting something major and any moment he’s going to knock down the front door and storm the place.” “Wow.” A fine shiver curled down my spine. “That’s really a relaxing thought.” He zipped over to the couch and sat on the arm. He tipped his head back and stared up at me. “Don’t worry. I’m here to protect you.” I just looked at him, because other than ordering shit off of Amazon, the only strength he had was the unique ability to annoy the crap out of me while somehow still managing to be endearing. Tink grinned. “Trust me, Ivy. The Prince is not going to want to mess with me.”