{"product_id":"a-fate-forged-in-fire-isbn-9780593972960","title":"A Fate Forged In Fire","description":"\u003cb\u003eTo become the first queen in centuries, a powerfully blessed blacksmith must use her wits and fire magic to overthrow the corrupt powers ruling her kingdom—while also fighting her growing desire for one of her dragon-riding adversaries—in the first book of a sizzling Celtic-inspired fantasy romance duology.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnce a territory built on matriarchal rule and values, Tìr Teine has since grown frail from a long line of fruitless kings, the most recent of which have ruled under the influence of the True Religion, an oppressive group who have steadily poisoned the region with their anti-magic teachings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBorn to rule and blessed by fire, Aemyra has begrudgingly lived in hiding rather than risk her life in court, waiting in anticipation for the current king’s death so she can bond to his dragon, claim her throne, and protect her people. But when the king dies and Aemyra is ready to take what is rightfully hers, her ambitious plan is foiled, and she is thrust into a game of vicious politics and plots.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer biggest adversary is Prince Fiorean, a dragon rider and one of the most powerful fire wielders in the territory. Cold, arrogant, and blindly supportive of his corrupt family, he is everything Aemyra despises. But as chaos engulfs the court, they find themselves reluctantly entwined, forced to forge an uneasy alliance—one that quickly ignites into something more dangerous than either of them expected.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBehind enemy lines and slowly falling for her so-called adversary, Aemyra uncovers just how far the rot of corruption has spread, and what she may have to sacrifice to claim her throne.“A smoldering, magical, beautifully empowering romantasy that will keep you reading late into the night.”\u003cb\u003e—Abigail Owen, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Games Gods Play\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hazel McBride transports us into a world of dragons and scheming rivals. The twisty, action-packed plot and steamy marriage of convenience made it impossible to put down. I absolutely loved it!”\u003cb\u003e—Demi Winters, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Road of Bones \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eKingdom of Claw\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eA Fate Forged in Fire\u003c\/i\u003e delivers visceral action, dagger-to-throat enemies to lovers, lush worldbuilding, and explosive female rage—everything I could want in a romantasy. McBride’s prose is addictive and her storytelling cinematic. Rarely have I been so swept away.”\u003cb\u003e—Brigitte Knightley, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Irresistible Urge to Fall for Your Enemy\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hazel McBride expertly combines all the best ingredients of the romantasy genre to forge this fiery, addictive read. The rich worldbuilding, deadly political schemes, intriguing magic system, and sizzling enemies-to-lovers will surely delight readers, but what I personally love most is the delicious female rage that ignites every page, making this book impossible to put down!”\u003cb\u003e—Rosie Hewlett, author of \u003ci\u003eMedea\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This story of a powerful, fire-wielding blacksmith looking to reclaim her kingdom’s formerly matriarchal throne that also features a scorching (literally) enemies-to-lovers romance, political betrayal, and dragon-riding, is like a Venn diagram of what’s hot right now.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePaste \u003c\/i\u003emagazine\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“McBride builds a promising universe and populates it with a fascinating cast. Plus, the angsty ending sets things up nicely for book two. Fans of Sarah J. Maas will be pleased.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lovers of Rebecca Yarros, Jennifer L. Armentrout, and Danielle L. Jensen are going to want to dive into the world of Tìr Teine. The characters are morally gray, giving readers plenty of opportunities to question their motives. Duty and revenge are the backdrop for this Celtic-inspired debut that romantasy readers will enjoy.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A brutal, breakneck, and blazingly hot new romantasy . . . \u003ci\u003eA Fate Forged in Fire\u003c\/i\u003e is true enemies-to-lovers in all their most cutthroat (and hot) glory, ruthless dragon riders forging unforgettable bonds with their beasts, and plot twists so intense with feminine rage, I was glued to the pages.”\u003cb\u003e—S. A. MacLean, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Phoenix Keeper\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A romantic, thrilling journey through a world of dragons and destiny . . . Filled with lore, vivid worldbuilding, and an enemies-to-lovers romance that left me breathless, McBride has crafted an adventure that feels both timeless and utterly unique.”\u003cb\u003e—Elizabeth Helen, author of \u003ci\u003eBonded by Thorns\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“With exquisite worldbuilding rooted in Scottish culture and an enemies-to-lovers romance so hot, it sizzles off the page,this book was a nonstop thrill ride.”\u003cb\u003e—Elliot Fletcher, author of \u003ci\u003eWhisky Business\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eHazel McBride\u003c\/b\u003e is originally from Scotland but lived in the Caribbean, Spain, and France before settling in the Netherlands with her Dutch husband. As a former animal trainer, McBride loves writing about magical and fantastical creatures, and as a bisexual author with anxiety, she focuses on writing queer characters and exploring topics such as mental illness within her work. When she isn’t writing, McBride can be found eating chocolate (Galaxy only) and watching shows that fuel her daydreams about morally gray villains. At least until her incessantly energetic border collie forces her to get off the couch.\u003cb\u003eChapter One\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Aemyra crouched in front of the laboring mother, she came to the sudden realization that she only enjoyed having her face between a woman’s legs when she was screaming out in pleasure, not in pain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAemyra had her own reasons for viewing childbirth differently than most women in Erisocia. Not least because her adoptive mother, Orlagh, had put her off the whole ordeal by beginning instruction in midwifery before Aemyra’s first bleeding.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Is it almost over?” Màiri moaned exhaustedly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExtracting herself from the thin chemise and tightening her headscarf, Aemyra worked what she hoped was a reassuring smile onto her face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Not long now,” she said, reaching for a clean rag to wipe her hands on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe women of the capital city of Àird Lasair were said to have been created in the image of the fire Goddess Brigid herself, as revered for their strength as they were their beauty. Even still, Màiri was tiring.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen she let out another peal of excruciating cries, Aemyra bit her lip and hoped Orlagh would arrive soon. If her mother hadn’t already been busy tending to a broken leg, she would have never come to assist this labor alone. Goddess knew she didn’t have the bedside manner required.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLooking over her shoulder and out of the window to the busy street beyond, she wondered what was keeping her brother. She had summoned him from the forge to help hours ago.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I think it’s coming!” Màiri groaned.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhirling back around, Aemyra lifted the chemise and gave thanks to Brigid when she spied a head full of dark hair. After a morning spent crouching on the cold floor, the babe had finally turned and Aemyra relaxed. She wouldn’t need Orlagh’s help after all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s almost over, just keep breathing,” Aemyra encouraged.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe sound of reluctant knocking alerted her to her brother’s presence. Turning, she saw Adarian peering in through the window.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Finally,” she muttered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAemyra waved him in impatiently as she gently wiped the sweat from Màiri’s forehead with a damp cloth. She was definitely going to need a drink after this, her knees were numb and her back stiff.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe door slammed shut and Adarian’s cheeks flamed red as he got an eyeful of the miracle of childbirth displayed in front of him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMàiri was too lost in pain to care.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAemyra smirked. “Surely you’ve seen one before, Adarian?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGritting his teeth and squashing his broad shoulders through the narrow doorframe, he set the bucket of clean water he had brought with him on the floor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Not like that I haven’t,” he muttered, retreating hastily.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBefore he could slip out of the house, Aemyra snapped her fingers. “Not so fast. I need more linens.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo his credit, Adarian didn’t complain as he strode to the other room. While Aemyra may not have had the same affinity for midwifery as Orlagh, Adarian certainly didn’t have the stomach for it. Most days they squabbled like they were still in cloots over who got to work the forge with their adoptive father, Pàdraig, instead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAemyra rubbed Màiri’s arm encouragingly and noticed that the woman’s skin was cold to the touch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe weather had been overcast and damp for weeks, and the inside of the house smelled like it. Without thinking, Aemyra thrust her hand toward the hearth, fingers pointed directly at the peat. She loosed a tongue of flame that was decidedly too strong to belong to an average Dùileach.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen she saw Màiri’s slack jaw, and the stern look in Adarian’s eyes as he returned with an armful of linens, she knew she had displayed too much of her gift.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I didn’t know you had Bonded?” Màiri asked, her eyes agog.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHearing Adarian’s heavy footfalls behind her, Aemyra could feel her brother’s disapproving gaze on her back. Many were blessed by the Goddesses, but few possessed her depth of power without Bonding as a way to amplify their elemental magic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcept Clan Daercathian, the rulers of Tìr Teine. While most average Dùileach only had enough control to light a candle, the dragon clan had leveled battlefields with their fire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Uh, yes. Very recently,” she muttered, praying to Brigid that another contraction would come on as a helpful distraction.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAdarian stormed from the house upon hearing the lie, a tinkling noise sounding as a cold draft blew through the doorway. Aemyra’s gaze went up toward the low ceiling, where tokens made out of broken china, glass, colorful ribbon, and even a few silver sgillinn hung from the wooden beams to appease the air Goddess Beira.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe couldn’t help but think that those silver sgillinn would be better spent to pay for a new door, but determined to focus on the task at hand, Aemyra resumed her ministrations.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThankfully, Màiri seemed too tired to notice the stray lock of hair that had fallen out of Aemyra’s headscarf.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The Goddesses are discriminate with their blessings, but let us see if they have gifted this child,” Aemyra said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe conjured fire’s warmth skittered throughout the damp room. Brigid was watching as they brought this babe into the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs the penultimate pain passed through Màiri, Aemyra watched the babe slither forward and couldn’t keep the grimace off her face. Màiri screamed so loudly that Aemyra felt her soul respond with an echo in the very part of her that understood what it was to be a woman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA heartbeat later, the babe shot into her arms, already squalling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe moment Aemyra caught her, for it was indeed a daughter, the fire in the hearth flared.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBlinking rapidly, Màiri raised her head and her eyes widened at the blessing. Aemyra deftly severed the cord and cauterized it in one fluid motion with her magic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A Dùileach . . .” Màiri breathed in awe as she reached for the newborn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFinished wrapping her in the clean linens that Adarian had thoughtfully warmed with his own magic, Aemyra handed the little girl to her mother.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Your first?” she asked out of plain curiosity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMàiri looked up with tears shining in her eyes and nodded. “My grandmother possessed an ember, my mother barely a spark. I hardly dared to hope that one of our children might be Goddess blessed . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith a nervous glance toward the glowing fire, Aemyra flinched as the door swung open again. This time the scent of comfrey and wild garlic accompanied light footsteps.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’re late,” Aemyra said with a wry smile as her mother bustled into the room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn a no-nonsense fashion, Orlagh rolled up her sleeves to reveal smooth umber skin. Solas fluttered down from her shoulder to perch on a chair, his flaming tail a little too close to the wood for comfort. Aemyra eyed the firebird in trepidation, praying fervently to all the Goddesses that Màiri wouldn’t bring up Bonding again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I knew you would manage well enough here in my stead,” Orlagh said, setting her bag down and checking Màiri over with a practiced eye. “Judging by this bonnie babe and her contented mother, I was right.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A Goddess-blessed Dùileach . . .” Màiri said in a dreamy voice, enthralled in familiarizing herself with her daughter’s face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOrlagh raised one shapely brow as she used her own gifts to cauterize Màiri’s small tear. Relinquishing the afterbirth rituals to her mother, Aemyra washed her hands and made to scurry out of the house in search of a very late breakfast.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Aemyra,” Orlagh called out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePausing with one hand on the door handle, Aemyra turned. Orlagh’s deep brown eyes were tired but filled with pride.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You have done well,” Orlagh said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSolas flapped his tiny wings as if in disagreement.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAvoiding the penetrating gaze of her mother’s firebird, Aemyra slipped from the house.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe bustle of the lower town assaulted her senses the moment she closed the door behind her. The scent of roasting meat and fried onions slunk up her nose and her stomach growled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe didn’t make it two steps toward the nearest cart before a firm hand pulled her off the sagging porch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What the—” she exclaimed, breaking the hold easily by twisting the large arm and whirling around to face her brother.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAdarian’s eyes were on the stray lock of hair escaping from her headscarf.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Cover that up. Now,” he barked, his sapphire eyes darting nervously toward the other houses on the street.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePacked together as they were in the swarming lower town of Àird Lasair, Aemyra wasn’t worried about anyone paying them attention.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe aimed a punch at her brother, which he easily dodged. “Don’t tell me what to do,” she retorted, but tucked the curl under the scarf anyway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe strode off down the street, dodging puddles of filth and ignoring vendors attempting to flag their wares from carts, stalls, and even the backs of some horses.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAdarian, significantly taller and broader than she was, struggled to keep up as she wove her way through the crowd.Born to rule. Blessed by fire. 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