Published by Swoon Reads Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult
Between Frost and Fury
Chani Lynn Feener
(The Xenith Trilogy #2)
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: July 24th 2018
Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult
Delaney might have done her job a little TOO well…and now her life has once again been turned upside down by aliens, this time by a deadly (and devastatingly handsome) alien prince in this explosive second installment of Chani Lynn Feener’s The Xenith Trilogy.
Delaney has been kidnapped by aliens. Again. After only a month back on Earth with her hot new alien boyfriend Ruckus, the deadly and devastatingly handsome prince Trystan has dragged her right back to his planet.
While some girls may dream of winning a prince’s heart, Delaney just wishes this one would leave her alone. Instead, she finds herself at the center of both a tense political battle between two alien kingdoms and Trystan’s romantic attentions, both of which are absolutely ruining the life she’s built on Earth. Not to mention the fact that she’s about to be crowned queen of a planet she’s barely even visited. Just another day in the life of an ordinary human girl.
Readers won’t want to miss Between Frost and Fury, the compelling, fast-paced sequel to Chani Lynn Feener’s Amid Stars and Darkness.
“Hello, Lissa,” his voice purred, but he didn’t smile. His expression remained blank in that intense way only he could pull off. He had the best poker face she’d ever seen, and after posing as an alien princess for a month, she thought herself a good judge of such things.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to pull her shoulders back, straightening her spine to appear more offended than afraid. There was only one reason she could think of to explain why she was here: he still thought she was Olena.
An alien device, that somehow affected brainwaves, had been behind her initial kidnapping. The Vakar princess—or Lissa, as they called it—Olena Ond had used it on Delaney as part of her plan to escape an arranged marriage to Trystan. Because of that device, Delaney had been forced to pretend to be Olena, spending weeks undercover on the planet Xenith among the Vakar people until the real Lissa could be found.
Once Olena had been discovered and they’d been able to swap places, another device had been used to reverse the effects of the first. Ruckus had finally been able to see the real her, and she’d gone back to her life. Which meant it had worked.
So what was wrong now? Was there a chance the correctional device’s effect had worn off? And even if it had, how had Trystan found her? Why?
“Care to explain what’s going on right now?” she asked, latching onto the thread of anger she felt. She’d done everything that the Vakar had asked of her with the agreement that once finished, she’d be left alone. The dream had been to never see Trystan again, let alone be kidnapped by him.
Did Ruckus know where she was? They’d been talking on the phone when Trystan had knocked her out. As a trained commander, Ruckus should have been able to figure out what happened.
He’d find her, she trusted that.
“I’m curious,” Trystan spoke finally, completely ignoring her question, “how you thought you could get away from this? You had to know you were already in too deep.”
Great, what the hell had Olena done now? Delaney let her head drop back against the wall with a resounding clank. The two times she’d met Olena she’d disliked her almost as much as everyone else seemed to. During her stay with the Vakar she hadn’t heard a single good thing about her.
“This is a mistake,” she mumbled.
“The only mistake,” he sneered, finally letting some of his true feelings slip through, “was letting you fly away on that ship.”
It wasn’t hard to catch his anger now. She had to tread lightly. There were about a million different ways this could go, and not many boded well for her. If he’d been anyone else, pretending she was Olena again would more than likely be a good thing. Unfortunately, Trystan’s hatred for his betrothed was well known and if he thought she’d run again…
That had to be it. Olena had run again, and without Ruckus there to hunt her down Trystan had gone after her himself. It didn’t really explain why he’d bother, considering he’d hated the idea of being betrothed to the Lissa, but Delaney couldn’t think up any other reason for him being on Earth.
Except, what had Ruckus said on the phone before she’d been injected with whatever sleep agent Trystan had used? Something about the Basileus being dead? If Olena’s dad, the Vakar king, was dead, that changed everything.
“Okay,” she held out both hands, opting to try negotiation, “clearly we need to work a few things out—”
“I’ve already worked everything out for us,” he remarked.
Frustrated, she ran a hand through her hair. When his gaze honed in on the motion his mask wavered, but she couldn’t make out what he was feeling.
“Why do you keep staring at me like that?!”
She’d never been able to read him very well; he had more facets than anyone she’d ever met, and it drove her crazy. It was that very thing that always put everyone around him on edge. As the Kint prince, or Zane, it was a good thing.
For everyone else it seriously blew.
“Your hair.” It was little more than a whisper.
“It’s longer.” She reached up and fiddled with a strand. In the five weeks since she’d last been to Xenith, her hair had grown to a little past her shoulders.
Chani Lynn Feener has wanted to be a writer since the age of ten during fifth grade story time. She majored in Creative Writing at Johnson State College in Vermont, and graduated in 2012. To pay her bills, she has worked many odd jobs, including, but not limited to, telemarketing, order picking in a warehouse, and filling ink cartridges. When she isn’t writing, she’s binging TV shows, drawing, or frequenting zoos/aquariums. Chani is also the author of teen paranormal series, the Underworld Saga, originally written under the penname Tempest C. Avery. She currently resides in Connecticut, but lives on Goodreads.com.
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