Prophesied
by Liz Craven

Is he the hero of her dreams...or the death of them—and her?

On the day of her birth, Lia fulfilled a prophecy that ended a 5,000-year war, and became a wife. But being the fulfillment of a sacred prophecy makes for a stifling childhood—not to mention a dangerous one. When an assassination attempt goes wrong, Lia takes the opportunity and runs from her destiny—as well as from her absent husband.

Talon isn't sure what to expect when he rescues his bride from a mining colony on a barren moon. What he doesn't anticipate is her lack of gratitude and her repeated escape attempts. Determined to convince his wife to accept her duties, Talon knows he also needs to keep her safe, even if he has to lock her up in his own quarters to do it.

As they get closer to their planet and Lia's coronation, the danger around them increases, and so does the tension between them. For their growing attraction to turn into something more, they need to stay alive and learn to trust each other—a tall order when Lia's experience in life has taught her that trusting people can get you killed.

Other Books by Liz Craven

Immersed
Interplanetary League #2

Liz Craven's Bio

In grammar school, I was the annoyingly perfect little girl who never did anything wrong. I never talked out of turn. I never passed notes. I never got dirt on my new dress. Admit it. You hated me.

The reason I appeared so nauseatingly demure wasn't because I was Miss Goody-Two Shoes. It was because I wasn't paying a lick of attention to anyone or anything around me. While everyone else worked their word problems, my mind conjured thrilling adventures in magical lands. And no, I still don't know what time that damn train left the station.

I thought I'd eventually outgrow telling myself stories. I didn't.

After law school, an observant doctor recommended I go for testing. Personally, I think testing should be required before attending law school. (Mommas don't let your babies grow up to be lawyers . . . make them be crack whores and dealers and such. . .) So, he sent me to see a neuropsychologist. Yep. No normal shrink for Liz. She gets the super-industrial model.

After nine hours of testing, I returned for the results. The shrink sat my file in her lap, folded her hands on top of it, and asked, "How are you not in prison?" I wish I were exaggerating. Turns out I have ADD. In fact, I'm off the chart. (So my childhood, squeaky-cleanness was really a result of a neuro-biological disorder . . .)

My doctor put me on medication (don't tell Tom Cruise) and suddenly (read: after months of adjusting the dosage) I could hold a thought for longer than two seconds. So, what did I do with this new found ability? Instead of focusing on the practical matters in life, I quit practicing law and went back to school.

Turns out professors are just as dull when you're medicated. During class one day, I put pen to paper (okay, fingertips to keyboard) and rather than taking notes, I jotted down some dialogue running through my head. I haven't stopped writing since. We won't discuss my current GPA.

So, I'm living the student's life again. Sitting on the floor, surrounded by thick books I have no desire to read and illegible notes in handwriting that makes me wonder if I have a future as a serial killer. I'm currently owned by two cats, who graciously let me support them. (One of whom I recently caught grooming his face with my toothbrush.)

Anybody want to write a dissertation proposal for me?