Kingdom of Khal: Redeeming Davik
by Madison Hayes

Set in an ancient world peopled by strange races with paranormal abilities, Davik's story takes you to the Kingdom of Khal, where civil war between North and South threatens to tear the country apart.

When the besieging army captures a beautiful Northern Rebel, the girl gives her word to submit to the two Southern Princes in return for their promise to neither force nor bind her. Almost from the start, Prince Davik regrets enslaving the North Country girl. Even more, he resents having to share Petra with his brother. But Davik, experiencing arousal overload, is unable to deny his body's insatiable demand for the quiet, mysterious beauty.

After four days and nights of relentless sex, Davik realizes he can no longer take part in Petra's sexual coercion. He's poised to free the girl when his life is abruptly, tragically changed, and the tables are turned. Now cold, determined hatred threatens to destroy The Prince of Khal; only by love will he be redeemed.

Davik discovers revenge to be a haunting victory while Petra risks love and life to repair the Southern Prince—and return him to power.

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.