It's Just Love
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It's Just Love 〰️
Readers recommend tissues
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Readers recommend tissues 〰️
Winds of Ericiel
Romantasy series
by Mae Camp
"Winds of Ericiel IV Love" ~ Releases Fall 2025
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"Winds of Ericiel IV Love" ~ Releases Fall 2025 〰️
I’m Mae…
Hello to the readers who found my corner. Winds of Ericiel has been in my heart for years. It is an emotional romantic saga with rich characters and plenty of action, and is long enough for you to invest in the characters leisurely. Who doesn’t need that these days?
A friend told me that the series is a mix of Game of Thrones, The Thornbirds, and The Expendables (with swords and shields). I wrote the story I wanted to read. My series is for adults, focused on the psychological growth of people in love and under stress. The books are written at a relaxed pace, allowing the reader to become invested in the characters and world. I openly embrace intimacy because it’s a romance, so there are no closed doors for the reader. Thank you for reading my work. I hope you enjoy Catherine, Adriannus, and the “boys.” I love hearing from readers!
Pass with peace,
Mae
TRIGGER WARNING:
Winds of Ericiel is a fantasy set in a mythical ancient time of swords and shields, when life expectancies were shorter and women married at a younger age, contrasting with most modern cultures.
This romantasy is a polyamorous tale of love and survival amid a great war, featuring scenes of power exchange, age gaps, descriptive sexual intimacy, and violence that may unsettle some readers.
THE BIGGEST WARNING: Readers suggest having plenty of tissues. I went through countless boxes while writing this series.
“Winds of Ericiel II - War”
—by Mae Camp
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“Again, the author’s poetic prose carries the reader away. She is able to recreate this fantasy world not only with clarity and reality, but with a haunting love only a poet knows.”
Winds of Ericiel I
PROPHECY
Chapter 3 | A Sprig of Lavender
Locking eyes with Adrian, she dared to walk his way calmly, not sparing another glance at the ten livid Elites behind him. She stopped before him, craning her neck to see his face. Unmoved, he glared at her with an icy expression that made men tremble. But unaffected, she spoke in a sure voice, sounding much older than her seven years.
"Your Imperial Majesty, Lyrian hearts weep for the loss of Torthia's women and daughters. Your loss is unimaginable."
Glaring impatiently over her head at King Cyrus, Adrian looked back down at the girl who, unafraid, drew a small sprig of lavender from behind her skirts and offered it to him. Glancing at the sprig, he almost sneered at the child, but something in her eyes stopped him. They were wet, making them shine and shimmer blue and violet. She appeared more golden curls than anything else, small and vulnerable with huge eyes full of empathy, her tiny chin trembling slightly.
Taking her in, he stilled. The girl's countenance betrayed deep sorrow, and he recalled she had lost her mother just moons before. Her brother had perished at Sepdonia, making her the sole heir to the Lyrian throne.
Considering this tiny, future queen poised so bravely before him, Adriannus slowly reached out, took the sprig from her fragile fingers, and unsuccessfully attempted to smile.