It's Just Love
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It's Just Love 〰️
Winds of Ericiel
Romantasy series
by Mae Camp
BOOK 3 is live on Amazon KU
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BOOK 3 is live on Amazon KU 〰️
Hello, I’m Mae
I’m thrilled to share my romantasy series, “Winds of Ericiel,” with you. It is a story with a Game of Thrones vibe (without the dragons). I wrote the story that I wanted to read. My series is for adults, as I delve deeply into the relationships between the characters as they grow. The books are written leisurely so the reader can invest in the characters and world. I embrace intimacy openly because it’s a romance, so there are no closed doors to the reader. Book 3 was released on May 1, 2025. Thank you for reading my work. I hope you enjoy Catherine, Adriannus, and the “boys.” I love to hear from readers!
Pass with peace,
Mae
Reader Review
“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.