Crispin Saville is the bane of my existence. Sorry, allow me to begin at the very beginning. A little over a year ago, I found a Tumblr blog entitled Loki’s Naughty Whispers. Basically you submit the dirty things you want Loki to whisper to you. I love these whispers, and I became fascinated by them to the point where they began to inspire me. I thought, “I can write those.” So I wrote a few of my own…only it wasn’t Loki whispering them to me, it was him. Prince Crispin Saville.
He spoke to me at length, to the point where I couldn’t ignore him any longer. I began his tale, and it consumed me. As I wrote, the story grew beyond what I had ever anticipated. What I thought of as a simple novella about an entitled, narcissistic, charismatic prince evolved into a full length novel with plans for two more…a trilogy when all is said and done.
Seeds of characters and carefully placed information began to sprout and grow tendrils throughout the story. Crispin and Ruby’s story started as a simple and erotic journey, allowing them to reach into the depths of their twisted ideologies and bring them both to a pinnacle of trust.
But as I wrote, Crispin hovered over my shoulder, a smirk on his lips, his gaze following me closely as if daring me to deviate from the path he’d chosen. I shall be honest, dear reader, this story has taken on a life of its own. I merely form the words into a tale worthy of being written; it is Crispin who whispers them to me.
The last year has been a constant struggle for me, writing this story, making sure the details and intricacies come together as the books progress. The Prince of Whispers has made me his servant, and I stand helpless against him.
I blame Loki and his actor for placing the story-seed in my brain. One never knows when inspiration will come, or what will inspire. But alas, this is the plight of a fangirl and the curse of a romance writer.
Beware of Crispin…for not even I know his true intentions. We are all at his mercy.
If you are expecting a traditional medieval tale or charming prince, you will not find it here. I am not like other men for I have a voracious appetite and will appease it no matter the cost. Do you doubt my confession? Then I invite you to step into my kingdom.
Women were created for pleasure, tis my obligation to see them fulfilled. When I whisper, they come to me. All save one…Lady Ruby. I can see the desire in her eyes even though her pure and noble heart fights against it. She may be an outlaw, but a rare gem such as she has never been found in Meradin. She is my challenge, my penance, and my weakness. Nothing short of Almighty God Himself can keep her from me. I shall possess her. Ruby is mine.
Dear reader, will you begrudge me your company when you learn of my past and how wicked I can truly be? Or will you come to me willingly, surrender yourself to my charms, and beg for more? Surely my tale of intrigue, murder, and treason will be enough to tempt you to sin with me if only for a short while. Come with me, and I will lay myself bare.
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Jen Bradlee can get away with murder, metaphorically speaking of course. She is a sensual woman who enjoys people watching, belly dancing, and taking walks in the rain. Give her a man who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty and plays hard. The ones with rough edges and a little scruff are the best. She finds cathartic release when she pours all her fantasies and desires into her writing. Comes with a warning label. “Too hot to handle.”
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