Dye's Kingdom: Wanting It Forever
by Madison Hayes

Tall and lean, with a body as powerful as a god, the new King of Greater Thrall is intimidating and dangerous. Dye is a man of principle, determined to honor his obligations despite temptation. He's a man with a will of steel, but for the one weakness he cannot resist—the daring young captain in his army who possesses both an intoxicating beauty and a bold, defiant spirit. Dye struggles to fight his desire for Martigay—determined to avoid war by honoring his betrothal contract to a Vandal princess. But the ambitious captain isn't one to let an arrogant princess stand in her way. She intends to make her mark in Dye's army, and leave her mark upon the king. Together, they fight their own war upon a battlefield of unquenchable lust, only to learn that passion and hunger born from the heart cannot be denied. When Dye finally gives rein to his passion, he takes Martigay with the fire of male savagery and an unbending hand, leaving her breathless. And leaving them both...wanting it forever.

Other Books by Madison Hayes

Doing It the Hard Way
Ellora's Cave Presents

Miss December
Calendar Girl series

Kingdom of Khal: Redeeming Davik

Madison Hayes' Bio

"Damn." Brian grabbed an awl. Leaning over me, he forged a new hole in the too-big belt.
"Any advice?" I asked him as I pulled the belt tight.
"Yeah. Don't reach for the ore cart until it starts moving, then jump on the back and immediately duck your head. The voltage in the overhead cable won't just kill you. It'll blow you apart."

That was my first day on my first job. Employed as an engineer, I've worked in an underground mine that went up— inside a mountain. I've swung over the Ohio River in a tiny cage suspended from a crane in the middle of an electrical storm. I've hung over the Hudson River at midnight in an aluminum boat—30 foot in the air—suspended from a floating barge at the height of a blizzard, while snowplows on the bridge overhead rained slush and salt down on my shoulders. You can't do this sort of work without developing a sense of humor, and a sense of adventure.

New to publishing, I read my first romance two years ago and started writing. Both my reading and writing habits are subject to mood and I usually have several stories going at once. When I need a really good idea for a story, I clean toilets. Now there's an activity that engenders escapism.

I was surveying when I met my husband. He was my 'rod man'. While I was trying to get my crosshairs on his stadia rod, he dropped his pants and mooned me. Next thing I know, I've got the backside of paradise in my viewfinder. So I grabbed the walkie-talkie. "That's real nice," I told him, "but would you please turn around? I'd rather see the other side."

...it was love at first sight.