A White So Red



Seventeen-year-old Snow’s life changed forever the night her stepmother, the queen, sent her huntsman to cut out her heart. Fleeing for her life, Snow runs to the Silver Forest, a place as deadly as it is enchanting, and begins an adventure she could never have dreamed.

With no one at her side but a rowdy, dangerous band of dwarfs and an arrogant, rogue prince who is too handsome for his own good, Snow must confront the challenge that’s been laid before her: Kill the queen and take back the kingdom that should have been hers.

But if she is to succeed, Snow will have to tap into a powerful, ancient magic, one that may have been sleeping inside her all along.

Publisher’s Note: Standalone novel. Recommended for mature YA and above due to fantasy violence.


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A shadow stepped forward; a soft orange glow lit up a handsomely chiseled face with hard eyes.

Her brows steepened as she gazed upon the huntsman. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes were hungry. And very black.

“You are beautiful, even in rags,” he said, taking a step forward and eyeing her up and down. “What a waste.”

She crossed an arm over her chest, rubbing her hand along her other arm. “If you mean the dress, I assure you, sir, I wasted nothing in making it. I would otherwise have no clothes.”

The huntsman looked around. “This room is impressive, worth a king’s ransom, I’d wager.” His eyes lingered on the gold and gems embedded in the tombs before his gaze shifted back to her. “And it’s quiet.”

The half-smile on his face had a vicious quality to it. She suddenly wished they weren’t alone, that the queen cared enough about the catacombs to position guards this far in the fortress. Natalia had never seen or heard of the queen setting foot in this room since her late husband’s burial.

“I’m sorry, my Lady,” the huntsman said suddenly. “Wherever are my manners?” He bowed. “Call me Ace.”

“That’s an odd name.”

He laughed, but there was no warmth to it. “It’s a nickname. But I don’t suppose you would have heard of me, being a servant girl and all.”

She didn’t give him the satisfaction of appearing affronted. She waited calmly for him to elaborate.

“I am the best archer in seven realms,” he said.

“My father was better.”

“I hear he was good, at swordplay especially. But I doubt he had my eye for precision with a bow. It’s no mere quirk of fate I’ve earned the reputation as an ‘Ace of Arrows’.”

“Is there a reason why you’re here, Ace?” she asked sharply.

Something long and narrow poked out from behind the huntsman – a bow. An arrow tipped with a raven feather shaft dangled from his hands.

“I was about to go hunting,” he said.

“Well, I’m afraid you’ll find no sport here.”

“Oh, I beg to differ, my Lady.”

He raised the bow, nocked the arrow, and aimed it straight at her.



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*Cover designed by Victoria Cooper.