He Played Me for a Fool, So I Took His Whole Kingdom

He wanted to be king. I'm going to make him a peasant instead.

For twelve years I've been the beating heart of Ravensmoor Renaissance Faire. I wrangle the cast, I fix the well pump at six in the morning, and I know where all the fire extinguishers live. My husband Roderick wears a very nice cloak and takes all the credit.

Then one day the owners announce they're retiring, and I catch Roderick behind the mead tent with a home-wrecking court maiden who thinks usurp is a type of soup — and on top of that find out he's sweet-talking the owners into signing the whole faire over to him. With me left out entirely.

So I do the most powerful thing available to a woman at a family attraction on a Saturday. I keep my face pleasant and my mouth shut.

Then I go see the blacksmith.

Gareth is the one honest craftsman in a field of fakers, and he's had his eye on me for six years without saying a word about it. Together we set out to get a little revenge and save the ren faire we both love so much in the process.

...and maybe along the way I'll get something I've been needing from a real man for long, long time.

Cold revenge. Hot nights. No reconciliation, no forgiveness, and a crown I earn myself.

Standalone. Steamy. Hilarious. Ice-cold revenge. Guaranteed HEA.