Prince of Power (Chronicles of Yavn Series #2)

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This Fight Is Personal...

Wizards and vampires have been mortal enemies since the beginning. Now Anton, son of the Wizard Master, has one last chance to steal the unique powers of the vampire king's beautiful sister, Tyra...and then kill her. But when he meets Tyra face-to-face, everything changes...

Tyra will stop at nothing to defeat the wizards, until Anton saves her life and she suddenly sees an ...

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Overview

This Fight Is Personal...

Wizards and vampires have been mortal enemies since the beginning. Now Anton, son of the Wizard Master, has one last chance to steal the unique powers of the vampire king's beautiful sister, Tyra...and then kill her. But when he meets Tyra face-to-face, everything changes...

Tyra will stop at nothing to defeat the wizards, until Anton saves her life and she suddenly sees an opportunity she never could have imagined...

As the sparks ignite between them, together they could bring an end to the war that's decimating their people, but only if they can find a way to trust each other...

Praise for King of Darkness:

"Hot, sexy, and on-your-toes action."—Seriously Reviewed

"One tough heroine, an absolutely sexy hero, and an interesting host of supporting characters you're going to love."—Night Owl Reviews Reviewer Top Pic, 4 ½ stars

"An amazing debut...Fun, romance, and all the things you need in an astonishing tale."—RomFan Reviews

"A refreshing take on vampire wars...A striking, unique new series."—Long and Short Reviews

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Staab’s strong sophomore effort continues the dark fantasy romance series begun with King of Darkness. The Master leads a group of wizards in killing vampires to absorb their powers. He ordered his son, Anton, to kidnap vampire king Thad’s kick-ass sister, Tyra, but Anton fell in love instead. Now eager to learn more about the Master’s plan, Tyra transports Anton to the vamp enclave, where he is viewed as a threat even after renouncing his past and proclaiming his intent to kill his father. Anton’s the perfect “fixer-upper” hero: virginal, horrifically mistreated by his father, and resigned to die. Pigheadedness occasionally threatens an otherwise poignant romance, which Staab balances well with two secondary plots involving likely future couples and a power struggle facing Thad. These are domesticated vampires who marry, have children, and mourn the deaths of loved ones; their emotional vulnerability increases the story’s pathos, but eliminates some of their bite. (Jan.)
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"Poignant romance...Staab's strong sophomore effort continues the dark fantasy romance series begun with King of Darkness." - Publishers Weekly

"Exciting, engaging and hot... an action-packed, half-urban fantasy/half-romance with a meaty plot." - RT Book Reviews

"Truly entertaining... this story offers a unique view of vampires and wizards that I have not seen anywhere else." - Long and Short Reviews

"I love this series and can't wait for book 3." - RomFan Reviews

"I cannot WAIT for the next book and know this is a series I will be keeping up with in the future! Thank you, Elisabeth, for another amazing read!" - Read-Love-Blog

"Finally, if you are a PNR lovers you should totally put this series on your Must-Read list! BUY/BORROW/STEAL, whatever it takes!" - Proserpine Craving Books

"If you like Black Dagger Brotherhood, then you are going to like the Chronicles of Yavn series." - Novels on the Run

"Captivating and spellbinding... This is the series you're going to be discussing with your friends." - Minding Spot

"The resolution of that conflict is beautifully, skillfully, and believably done." - GraveTells

"Electrifying chemistry... If you're in the mood for vampires, wizards, adventure and lust, pick up Prince of Power." - USA Today Happy Ever After

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781402263187
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 1/8/2013
  • Series: Chronicles of Yavn Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 245,707
  • Product dimensions: 6.80 (w) x 4.20 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Elisabeth Staab still lives with her nose in a book and at least one foot in an imaginary world. She believes that all kinds of safe and sane love should be celebrated but she adores the fantasy-filled realm of paranormal romance the best. She loves to spend time with good friends, good music, good beverages, and good books (when she isn't making characters fall in love, that is). She lives with her family and one big scaredy-cat in Northern Virginia.
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Chapter 1

Tyra let out a warning growl. Someone was touching her.

She pried her eyes open but couldn't see a thing. A whole lot of bright and blurry invaded her senses. She was lying down, while someone stood over her. Calloused fingers brushed her face. A fellow vampire would have spoken up and identified themselves right then. This was a bad sign.

A very bad sign.

Fueled by adrenaline and fear and strength she wasn't sure she had in her, Tyra launched herself, fangs bared, at the threat. She may have been half human, but she let the royal, feral blood of her vampire ancestors take the lead. Lying down with someone over her meant she was in enemy hands. No way was anybody cutting her chest open to take out her heart. Clawing and scraping against a tile floor, she pulled a heavy body beneath her.

"Tyra."

A soft, flannel shirt tangled in her grasp. Stubble scraped under her hand. A male gasped when her fangs sank cleanly into the warm skin of his throat.

"Tyra."

Thick, smoky blood hit her tongue.

"Tyra, are you okay?"

That voice. Things were so fuzzy, but she could swear she knew it from somewhere. Her first instinct had been to drain the man, enough to immobilize him at least. She realized he wasn't fighting back. His body had gone still beneath her, save for the tentative tap of fingertips on her shoulder.

Something familiar in the taste on her tongue and the touch on her skin gave her pause. Why was he asking if she was all right? Confusion warred with the hum of fresh plasma hitting her system.

Unbelievably, his head tipped back to give her easier access. "If you need to feed, Tyra, go ahead."

Please, Tyra... Please feed from me.

"Oh my God. Oh my God." Her head snapped up so fast she almost-almost-forgot to lick closed his wound. "Anton."

The voice. The smoky, almost piney taste of blood. She remembered now. Tyra clapped her hands over her face. No.

Please feed from me.

"It's me, yeah. Is something wrong with your eyes? Can I call someone? What can I do to help?" Those warm fingers of his were brushing her face again.

For one infinitely dangerous moment she forgot everything. Allowed his hand to linger as his fingers slid comfortably into the grooves between hers. No.

She shook her head, and pulled back, rubbing the collected grit from her puffy eyes. "I'll be fine." Her vision was already clearing. Thanks to his blood. Like the blood she'd drunk from him right before she'd passed out.

Please feed from me.

Another rub of her eyes and a few hard blinks, and finally she could match a real face with the memory: His strong, square jaw had a heavy dusting of stubble that would be a beard soon if he didn't shave. Short, soft-looking hair and a strong nose with a slight bump like maybe he'd broken it before. Wow. Those eyes. Sharp and steel gray, but amazingly kind, considering...

Holy crap, she was still on top of him... and he was aroused.

Instantly Tyra shot into the air. First to the bed she'd been lying on and then up to standing, so fast it was like she was in one of those pinball machines she'd seen once in a pizza parlor. Anton ejected himself in the opposite direction like he, too, had realized their awkward physical situation. Metal scraped on linoleum when he pulled out the desk chair to sit down.

He stared at her in the way she imagined a hungry, stray dog would: leery but hopeful. "You're sure you're okay?" His knees bounced nervously. One hand dabbed at the bite on his neck, checking for residual blood or something.

Heat crept up the back of Tyra's neck, and she swiped a hand across her lips. It came away with a trace of crimson. "Fine," she said. "Confused..." She took in the metal desk and the dingy, chipped linoleum floor. "This is your room." Anton had been a resident at the shelter in Ash Falls, Virginia, where Tyra volunteered. Just another homeless human with amnesia, they'd thought at first. Not even close.

He swallowed hard. His eyelids drooped for a moment, but he took a deep breath and repositioned in his seat. Trying to make himself look taller? "You passed out. The chances of someone finding you were way lower here than in your office." He blinked and lifted one shoulder awkwardly. "More comfortable, too, maybe."

Sweaty, shoulder-length curls clung to her face and neck. She pushed them away with an impatient hand. Her heart pounded wildly, almost painfully. To hope that his intentions were truly good was so dangerous. "You're a wizard. I remember you telling me that before I-" The abhorrent realization hit that she'd drunk blood from a wizard not once but twice now...

Only it hadn't been the least bit disgusting. That unique woodsy flavor had actually been sort of... nice. "Your species and mine have been at war for centuries. I'm the vampire king's sister. This can't be happening."

Anton blew out a breath. "I'm not evil. I promise you. The wizard clan sent me to kidnap you because they want to study your unique powers. I refused, though, Tyra. I couldn't do that to you. I was tortured and cast out for my trouble. You remember that part, right? I've kept you safe this whole time while you were unconscious."

Not evil. Promise. That alone was enough to make her brain do the whole pop-bang-fizz business. The idea of a wizard promising safety to a vampire was like a drug dealer promising his profits would go to cancer research.

Without warning, he jumped up from his chair. "We should get you out of here now that you're awake. It isn't safe. We need to get you back to your kind. You can teleport, right? That's one of your powers? Or I can help you sneak out the back-"

"Wait a second." This whole time? Fingers combed through her damp hair. Elevated body temperature was a sign of suspended animation.

Dark shadows lingered underneath Anton's gray eyes, and he needed a great deal of effort to hold himself up. He was worn out. Keyed up. She would bet he was running on fumes.

"I've been in torpor," she said. "How long?"

On the desk lay a stack of those little two-packs of saltine crackers. The kind that came from the salad bars of restaurants. Or in this case, probably the shelter dining hall. He scratched his head, then picked each one up and counted as he slapped them back onto the desk. "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... Ten days."

Tyra squeezed her eyes shut.

He pointed to the crackers. "I brought some back for you every day from the dining hall at dinner. Stupid, but it made me feel like I was doing something for you. Other than that-and taking a piss-I didn't go anywhere. Didn't want to leave you alone."

Holy cow. He'd watched over her all that time. She didn't know quite what to say to that. An odd warmth bloomed in her chest.

His body snapped to attention again. "Seriously, though. We should get you out of here."

Something about that rubbed her the wrong way. She didn't take orders well even when she was supposed to, and the utter confusion of this whole situation made her feel vulnerable.

"Look, I appreciate you keeping an eye out, but I can take care of myself." She straightened and sighed quietly. "I'm not really sure what I should even do about you. I should kill you, you know. Just because of what you are. At the very least, I should erase your memory." Even as she said that, the words tasted sour on her tongue.

Tyra had to hand it to him; he didn't back down. In fact, he took a step closer. "You could go that way," he said. His lips pressed together. "I was hoping maybe I could help your side out. Help you put my father out of business."

She nearly swallowed her own tongue. Anton wasn't just born of an enemy race to the vampires; he was the son of their leader. That's right, Tyra. He might as well be the son of Satan.

Was he suggesting what it sounded like? Tyra wondered at the way his jaw squared. The clench of his fingers and the glint of fire in his steely, narrowed eyes. "You'd really do that? You'd help kill your own father?"

With another step forward, Anton pulled aside the collar of his shirt. He stretched it wide to reveal an angry scar across his collarbone that had only recently healed over. "Tortured and cast out. Remember, Tyra?" His voice was a rough whisper. "My father did this."

Holy hell. She reached to brush her finger over the long ridge of puckered skin that disappeared under the bunched fabric of his shirt. A subtle buzz in her blood told her that her powers were coming back online. No time like the present to flex her ability to read emotions.

Just then Anton opened his mouth to speak, but she didn't get the chance to hear what he was about to say. The air stirred around them, followed by the quiet open and close of the door. Anton, incredibly, sidled in front of her. Guarding her, even though what had just entered could have easily taken him down.

***

"Dammit to Hell, Siddoh!" Thad brushed a hand over his hair. "You need to work with me here, or I am going to set fire to your ass. Don't think I won't."

He almost welcomed the opportunity. His blood and adrenaline had been on a hard boil for over a week now since his half sister and best friend had gone missing. He was exhausted; his teeth and body ached; and his nerves were so far beyond frayed they would've blown away in a stiff breeze.

Across the room, Siddoh sagged against one of the built-in bookshelves that lined Thad's office walls. His second in command sniffed and looked around like just being in the king's study offended him. And maybe it did. In the wake of Thad's parents' death, everything was getting overhauled. The creamy beige carpet Thad's father put in had been replaced so recently with something plush and navy blue that the smell of factory chemicals from the padding still hung in the air. Furniture from Pottery Barn had taken the place of the late king's more elegant furnishings.

For his own sanity, Thad had needed to make this room his own.

"Thad, look-"

"No. I'm not gonna look. You don't fucking tell me to look. You need to tap someone to take over for the next forty-eight hours right fucking now, or I will do it for you." Blood rushed in Thad's ears. He envisioned the heat rolling off of his body in a wave. Lee, his best friend and first in command, had disappeared before he could help Thad learn to get a handle on his fire ability. Still, Thad had found this mental exercise helped keep things at bay when his emotions were spiraling out of control. Right now, he was really on the verge.

"I'm still in charge of the fighters while Lee is out, Thad," Siddoh snarled.

Thad let out the world's longest breath and then crossed his arms over his chest. Even in battle, Siddoh was known to be pretty damn easygoing. But Siddoh and Tyra had been in an awkward on-again, off-again relationship for a number of years, and Thad didn't know how much of this was fueled by old ties. The older male's hair was disheveled, and there were lines around his eyes.

"Last I checked, I'm still king, which makes me in charge of everything. Including you."

Siddoh shifted uncomfortably and grunted.

"Siddoh, you look like shit," Thad murmured. "I know this is about getting Tyra back home, but if there's still a snowball's chance of that, everybody's gotta be strong. The troops see you fraying around the edges, morale is gonna drop. You know that."

"You can't talk like she's already dead, Thad." Siddoh's typically jovial voice was quiet.

"Siddoh." Thad softened his tone as well. He had to tread carefully here. "You've gotta know I want them to come home more than anyone. Ty's my sister, for fuck's sake." Thad lowered himself into an overstuffed microsuede chair, leaning forward onto his legs and pounding his balled-up hands against his forehead. "I'm all about the power of positive thinking, but we're coming up on two weeks."

Siddoh shook his head hard enough that, even from where Thad sat, he heard stuff crack in Siddoh's neck. "She isn't gone. She is not gone. I would know. I would feel it."

Thad was afraid to hope. An unexpected sting pressed behind his eyes at the thought of losing two more that he loved. This shit was the big downside to getting a handle on his rage. Thad had fought hard to jump into his role as king, to be taken seriously despite being so young. And it wasn't like he and Siddoh had ever been buddies. Ragged nerves, hot vampire blood, and awkward emotions made for a bad combo any day of the week.

He inspected the new egg-and-dart molding on the ceiling, waiting for the sensation to pass. "We have to be prepared, Siddoh."

"I would know, Thad. Just because we never mated doesn't mean she wasn't important to me, and we drank from each other plenty in the last twenty-five years. Just like when your parents-"

Hell no. Thad pushed to his feet. "My parents were mated for a century before my father died. You cannot make a comparison there."

A loud sound of someone clearing their throat broke into the room. Isabel, Thad's queen, stood in the doorway next to an albino half-vampire. Agnessa. His missing guard's former mate. The cloying scent of Agnessa's gardenia perfume clogged Thad's nostrils.

"Hey, Agnessa. Hey, Isabel."

Agnessa blinked, eyelids shuttering over her crimson eyes in a way that gave Thad the urge to twitch a little. He couldn't believe he'd once let that female lure him into bed.

Isabel shot Thad the look. "I found her wandering the halls, so I offered to escort her."

Propriety had never been Agnessa's strong suit. Thad sighed again and stifled a yawn. Siddoh's narrowed eyes and low growl weren't lost on him. Sure, Thad was tired too, but he wasn't the one out combing the streets. "Thanks, Izzy. I've got it from here."

Isabel smiled tightly and left as Agnessa nudged the door closed with one of those pricey-looking stilettos she always wore. What were the odds he was going to get an earful about this later? He was fairly certain that if it were up to Isabel, Agnessa would no longer be allowed inside the estate.

"How's tricks, Agnessa?" Siddoh all but growled the thinly veiled jab, but Agnessa seemed to ignore it.

"I thought you could use my help, Thad."

The real kick in the balls was that maybe they could. Agnessa was one of the few remaining Oracles who knew the craft of their kind, and Lee and Agnessa had been mated for a long time. But she'd been across the estate this whole time, and just now she was showing up? He hadn't really gotten a handle on how she operated, and it hadn't been at the top of his to-do list.

"I've been in meditation," she said as if she could read his thoughts. She couldn't, could she? And who in the hell meditated for over a week straight? Long, pale fingers tipped with red polish flipped a swath of platinum hair over one shoulder. She smiled faintly, revealing a pearly white fang. "Lee's alive. They both are. I thought you would want to know. I was only just able to feel either of them a short while ago."

"Where?" This time Thad growled and the question came out as a command. He crossed the room and was nose to forehead with Agnessa in a few paces. The display did little to affect the lithe female's demeanor.

"I don't know. My blood ties with Lee are not what they once were. I can't feel him very strongly right now. But he's powerful and proficient. He'll be fine. And Tyra..." Agnessa leveled her gaze at Siddoh. "She's stuck somehow. I know that much. But I've seen that she's going to get free of whatever is holding her. You don't need to wear yourself out like this."

Thad took a step back. His body burned and his heart stuttered. Part hope, part fear. He attempted to breathe evenly as he weighed her words. Wait. Just wait. It couldn't possibly be that simple.

A long, low growl came from Siddoh across the way. He stared hard at Agnessa as new understanding dawned on his tired face. Perhaps now he guessed one of the reasons why Thad had allowed her to stick around after she had nearly turned Thad and Lee against each other.

And probably even why Lee thought all Oracles were "wackos."

"No way. No fucking way. Agnessa's your new Oracle? Can't trust her to predict the damn weather, Thad."

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  • Posted January 8, 2013

    Prince of Power is the second book in the Chronicles of Yavn ser

    Prince of Power is the second book in the Chronicles of Yavn series, it picks up the plot threads let open in King of Darkness and runs with them. I enjoyed the first installment in the series but this book really blew me away! If you love a fast paced, action packed romance with a strong female and a softer caring male then this is one for you.

    Tyra is Thad's older half sister- half-human, half-vampire she's always been a little different from everyone else. She's a trained warrior who relishes in helping others. Her relationship with Anton struck a chord with me as they balance each other out. His strengths are her weaknesses and vice versa. It's nice to see a male knowingly accepting that it's ok for his mate to be stronger than him in some ways and to accept her as she is. Anton surprised me, he's not the ultimate alpha male that you often find in pnr but he has an inner strength and he will fight for what's right. Yes they have issues and many obstacles still to overcome but theirs is a relationship I can see working longterm, they compliment each other well.

    I love the fact that it's Vampires against Wizards with the humans being unaware of the war going on around them. The action really heated up in this one and Elisabeth added new dimensions to the story, I feel invested in the characters more now and the little snippets of Lee & Alexia have me on tenterhooks waiting for their story.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 11, 2013

    Entertaining

    I found this story entertaining but could have a better romantic backbone. The premise is fine but the couple was not well matched. Other than that I do not regret my purchase and enjoyed the story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2013

    SELENE CABIN

    Titan goddess of the Moon

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  • Posted January 23, 2013

    DIDN'T want to put it down.

    DIDN'T want to put it down.

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  • Posted January 22, 2013

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    Having not read the first book in this series, I was a little wo

    Having not read the first book in this series, I was a little worried about missing out on things, and that’s exactly what happened… at first. I would recommend reading the first installment as it obviously is important when it comes to details, but PLEASE do not let it deter you from this highly entertaining, wildly dark and erotic series. As an epic battle between vampires and wizards unfolds, this wonderful story goes deep into the lives of each and every one of the fascinating characters, proving their strengths and exposing their weaknesses.

    The story focuses on Tyra, the tenacious and strong heroine sister of the Vampire King and Anton, the mysteriously sexy hero and son of the Wizard Master. When their paths cross, sparks fly between the two of them and they must try to forget the centuries old feud between their people and learn to trust what they feel for one another against all odds.

    A fun, steamy, romantic and exciting story, this book is a paranormal romance lover’s dream. And with a cliffhanger so excruciating, readers will find themselves begging for the next chapter in this amazing series!

    Reviewed by Marie for Cocktails and Books

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