by Maisey Yates, author of Pretender to the Throne
I have a contact form on my website that puts readers in touch with me. I’m also on Facebook and Twitter. With all of those mediums combined, I get to hear quite a bit from my lovely readers.
But I will say, there is one character that was mentioned to me in emails, on twitter and in Facebook messages more than any other character before or since: Xander Drakos, missing heir from the The Call of Duty series.
Now, Xander doesn’t appear on screen in A Royal World Apart OR At His Majesty’s Request. But the absence of Xander is the cause of many of the problems the h/H’s face in the books. So while he’s never seen at that point, the lack of him is VERY significant.
I was surprised how many people wondered about him, and ultimately I did too.
Xander’s book exists, due in large part to the power of readers.
The fact that enough people were invested, and that they contacted, made me want so badly to write his book. I felt invested because I *knew* so many of you cared.
And I wanted to say a thank you for that. Because readers are important, and they have power. And writers listen!
That said, Xander has become one of my favorite heroes. And finding a heroine who could match him became a fun and interesting challenge. I know some people hoped he would end up with Victoria (Stavros’s ex-fiancee) but I have other plans for her.
Enter Layna, the woman Xander left behind. She’s scarred, emotionally and physically, by the events that transpired after Xander left Kyonos. She’s been beaten, but not broken. And when Xander returns, needing to gain favor back int he eyes of his people, she’s exactly the woman he needs by his side.
But convincing Layna to leave the convent (yes convent) and go with him is not as easy as he thought.
Thank you, readers, for asking for this book. Xander is finally ready to return!
“EITHER DIE OR abdicate. I’m not particular about which one you choose, but you’d better make a decision, and quickly.”
Alexander Drakos, heir to the throne of Kyonos, dissolute rake and frequent gambler, took a drag on his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray and dropping his cards onto the velvet-covered table.
“I’m a little busy right now, Stavros,” he said into his phone.
“Doing what? Throwing away your fortune and drinking yourself into a stupor?”
“Don’t be an idiot. I don’t drink when I gamble. I don’t lose, either.” He eyed the men sitting around the table and pushed a pile of chips into the pot.
“A shame. If you did, then maybe you would have had to come home a long time ago.”
“Yeah, well, you haven’t seemed to need me.”
It was time for the cards to go down, and those who hadn’t folded earlier on in the round put their hands face up.