Heart of the Raven Prince: A Cinderella Retelling (Entangled with Fae)

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Is this the form you wear for your human patrons?” I ask. Like all fae, Flora can shift between two physical manifestations—her unseelie and seelie form. A fae’s unseelie form is their natural shape, while one’s seelie form is modeled after human likeness. It’s what some humans refer to as lesser fae and high fae. Which is quite rude, honestly.

Half-fae Ember craves freedom from her conniving step-family. As if they weren’t enough to deal with, a chance encounter with the arrogant Prince Franco leaves her humiliated and in a fiery rage. Nothing could convince her the prince is anything but a rake. But when the opportunity to evade her scheming stepmother falls into her lap, she’ll pay the price - even if it means impersonating the prince’s newest flame.... I don’t bother answering her. The truth is I’ve given up on being envious of my stepsisters. It used to hurt more, being treated as a maid, forbidden from attending balls or coming out to society. But after three years of helping my sisters prepare for one grand event after another, I’ve learned society dances are less about the parts I like—the music and dancing—and more about marital schemes and following a careful set of rules labeled as frivolity. I’ve come to believe the best place to be during a dance is in the orchestra, not on a man’s arm.He scoffs. “Playing coy, I see. That tactic is familiar to me as well. Congratulations, you aren’t special.”

Cheating: Not IMO but close though the H slept with what he thought was an OW when he had feelings for the h and he was engaged to someone else (more of a business arrangement) I also love how in each novel, Tessonja introduces the next character a little bit. Just enough to intrigue me but not overshadowing the current MC. Mrs. Coleman’s nostrils flare, her eyes shooting daggers. After a tense pause, she reluctantly reaches into her purse and retrieves a piece of paper. I take it from her, finding a short list of food items. Nothing but the essentials, of course. Especially since every other moonstone chip will be spent on my stepmother’s frivolous fancies.

I’d hate to find out. Come on. Your glamours make life so much more interesting.” My words are more than just flattery. While most fae are capable of conjuring glamours, myself included, we are limited by our own particular strengths and imaginations. Flora’s creations are artistic marvels unparalleled by the capabilities of the average fae. She has the distinct talent of connecting a glamour to an object. I don’t know any other glamourist who can do that. And where most fae glamours are nothing more than illusions, hers take physical form, forging with its wearer. Ember, the female MC in this novel was in a few scenes in the first book COTWK and Maisie, the female MC in the next novel, was in a few scenes in this installment. Imogen eyes her mother with a smirk, expression calculating. “Did your decision to bring us here have anything to do with the fact that Prince Franco is still unwed?”

But there’s something about him that sparks a tempest inside me, one that explodes from my lips before I can stop it. “What are you talking about?” I don’t notice when the wisps get bored and float away, but soon I’m alone again, frozen in place, letting the breeze rustle my coat and dance through my hair while I listen to the shift in music. Half-fae Ember craves freedom from her conniving stepfamily. As if they weren't enough to deal with, a chance encounter with the arrogant Prince Franco leaves her humiliated and in a fiery rage. Nothing could convince her the prince is anything but a rake. But when the opportunity to evade her scheming stepmother falls into her lap, she'll pay the price-even if it means impersonating the prince's newest flame... The story is so pure yet so dirty. It truly makes you hot and bothered but in a very fascinating and interesting way. And the way the author maneuvered the plots and twists are amazingly brilliant. 👏

Anna Wren, aka the chaste widow heroine: Anna Wren, from where I see it, is a HYPOCRITE. She was all hots for Edward, but could not bring herself to tell him. Then she lied to Edwar She gives a haughty shrug. “One must be prepared should an invitation to a certain glamoured ball—one hosted by the Raven Prince himself—come their way.”

I furrow my brow in surprise; I hadn’t known of our destination until now. Madame Flora is a fae glamourist who specializes in weaving glamours for human entertainment and cosmetic purposes. While I’ve never been to her shop, I know her wares don’t come cheap. Why would Mrs. Coleman spend her dwindling finances on a visit to Madame Flora? What a revelation!!! I read this book in one day so my face was practically glued to it. This was my very first Elizbeath Hoyt’s novel and I'm very glad that I chose this book as my first. I discovered this book under an article about the hottest, dirty romance novels and the title caught my attention as well as the description of this book. I've always been fascinated by the historical romance novels and it's a bit difficult to see nicely constructed love stories with equal romance and smut in this era.

First comes the beat of opening and closing doors, then the quiet pound of footsteps on cobblestones as the factory workers leave nearby apartments and workhouses for another grueling day of labor. Next comes the rhythm of horse hooves and carriage wheels, then of gears turning, of machinery roaring to life. My fingers flinch at my sides, eager to tap along to the tune, each digit haunted by the ghost of piano keys. It’s been months since I last played. Months since I felt that comforting, familiar weight of ivory against my fingertips, of sound reverberating through my bones. Even though I refuse to sing, I still find comfort in playing the piano. Still find a connection to my mother through it. Anna was not happy in her marriage. Besides the fact that they did not have children, her husband was also a cheater. Anna never felt loved and wanted. Half-fae Ember craves freedom from her conniving stepfamily. As if they weren’t enough to deal with, a chance encounter with the arrogant Prince Franco leaves her humiliated and in a fiery rage. Nothing could convince her the prince is anything but a rake. But when the opportunity to evade her scheming stepmother falls into her lap, she’ll pay the price—even if it means impersonating the prince’s newest flame… Ignore her,” Mrs. Coleman tells her daughters, as if I was responsible for the teasing. “It doesn’t matter how brightly one burns if no one cares to look.” The story is so pure yet so dirty. It truly makes you hot and bothered but in a very fascinating and interesting way. And the way the author maneuvered the plots and twists are amazingly brilliant.