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A Courtyard of Roses

Gifted a candle that was said to make wishes come true, Alice Clemente burned it to find herself awake in a different world. She had wished for a life of adventure away from the city and its routine. With her wish granted, she was no longer in the 21st century and was instead lost in the middle of the Kingdom of Gladiolum, a place reminiscent of the 1800s. With luck, she soon gained connections to the rich and powerful of this new world— the nobility. However, how much of it was good and how much of it would eventually be detrimental? After all, mingling with royals not only meant extravagance and daily parties. It also meant warfare and death. Caught in the middle of the two princes and other nobles, Alice would soon have to face the battle between those two royal brothers― a fight for the throne. She had wished for adventure, after all, and she received just as such. Kept in the center of all this, would Alice be able to emerge from the rabbit hole unscathed? Or will the overwhelming troubles of love and war be too much for her to bear? *** “And what if you, too, are unable to help?” Alice threw the question back. “What if helping would risk everything?” Spade didn’t miss a beat. “You are everything.” “Don’t say things that you don’t mean,” Alice chided. “You’ll leave a trail of broken hearts.” “And would you believe me if I say that I have no intention of breaking yours?” Spade countered. “However, mine is yours to play with. Shatter it, fix it, do anything you desire. As long as it feels the warmth of your hand, I am content.” *** Image used in cover not mine.

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The Plan for Murder

ALICE STILLED IN her seat, not knowing what to say, or if she had even heard Rose properly. She stuck her pinkie into her ear, wiggling it a few times to catch the dirt from within. When she pulled it out, she blinked dumbly at Rose Whitaker.

"Come again?" she asked.

"You heard me," answered Rose.

"I don't think that's something wise to tell someone else," Alice pointed out. "Especially someone that isn't yet okay with being your accomplice."

Rose Whitaker raised an eyebrow, her expression neither a scowl nor a smile. "Why? Are you going to rat on me?"

"You're insane," Alice hissed. "If you're planning to get yourself killed, do not drag me down with you."

"I am," Rose agreed. "But I'm sure you're well aware, Miss Alice, that love makes people do crazy things."

"About that," Alice wrinkled her nose, "you said that it wasn't romantic love. So what's with your grand speeches about love and whatnot?"