Friday, March 31, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from PURR-FECT MATING by Sheryl Winters #Shifters #Romance


Today's excerpt is from Purr-fect Mating by Sheryl Winters

We hope you enjoy today's tease!

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A ginger haired witch with rectangular spectacles frowns. “Weren’t you in here a few years back? You wore a purple hoodie with the word, Catalicious on the front.” She has a prim, snobbish air about her, as if she’s better than the others. One of those witches who gets perfect results from every one of her spells and uses only the finest most organic ingredients.

I used to go to school with girls like her. They still curdle my blood. “Yes, but now the curse is active—”

“Say no more.” A witch about ninety interrupts me. “You’re turning into a bunny rabbit!” Beaming as if I’ve delivered her favorite brand of tea in a delicate teacup and a mess of shortbread cookies, she claps her hands in excitement, “I love that curse. You’ll look adorable all in white.”

“Well, no, I—”

“Feel the urge to rip sheetrock off walls? That was all the rage a few years ago.” A turbaned witch nods. She has a ghastly wart on her nose. It’s bleeding green and she keeps wiping it onto her pristine white robes, leaving streaks all over it. “It was a sheet-rocker. He learned just enough to curse an entire neighborhood. He was almost a millionaire before we caught him. My, but he was tasty.”

“No, no, no. Nothing like that. I just don’t know who my mate is,” I finally manage to say, desperate to get a word in edgewise.

“Well, have you tried a dating site?” Another witch asks. A row of heads nod in unison.

Frustrated, I yank my shirt aside and flash the full teeth impression my mate left me with.

A collective moan of appreciation races through the room.

“Used every one of his teeth, a beautiful job.” The eldest witch pats my shoulder, grinning. 
“Reminds me of the mark my late husband once left on my thigh.”

“Well, that changes things.” Miss Proper Witch roots around under the counter, bumping blonde dye-tips completely out of the way. “It’s in here somewhere. Ah, here it is.”

She pulls out a jar full of fennel and sprinkles it over my hair. “A tiger shifter? Imagine that. 
Not sure I’d have taken that path. I’m more of a Puma person, myself. What were you thinking when you did your choosing? You should have gone with Puma.”

“Harriet, did you say she was a cat?” A shout from the vicinity of the ceiling. “I was sure she was a dog person. The stench of wet dog hair has drifted all the way up here.” She’s middle-aged and seated on a broom stick parked high up the wall. Her striped socks glitter with silver pixie dust, as does her black robes and hot pink cape.

“Bring me the biggest set of balls.” The ancient one claps her hands in glee. Dye-tips scurries out of the room and returns with two large scrying balls, which she dumps onto the table.

“Your rat’s misbehaving again, Harriet. If she cracks them, I’ll eat her for lunch,” Warty witch snarls.

The proper witch—Harriet, waves her hand and the dye-tips morphs into a rat, then scurries into a cage to hides under a large fake rock.

“Now, the fee, five hundred should do it,” Harriet declares.

“That’s uh, a bit pricey.”

“He’s your mate, sweetie. What do we care if you find him, or not?” She pushes her spectacles down her nose.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing Contracts Sharon Hughson and REALITY BITES #Contemporary #Romance #NovellaNiblets

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce that we have contracted, REALITY BITES, by Sharon Hughson. This is the second novella in her Virtual Match Series and is slated for release in July 2017.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Cover Reveal: THE WOLF PRINCE by Jaye Raymee #Shifters #Romance


The Wolf Prince
A Shifter Romance Novella
By Jaye Raymee
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: June 19, 2017

Keywords: Werewolf, Celtic, Irish, Dublin, shapeshifter, sidhe, fairies, fey, magic, prophecy

Claire O’Neil grew up hearing stories from her grandmother’s Irish homeland.  Her grandmother seemed to be personally acquainted with exotic fairies, mischievous pixies, even powerfully seductive shape-shifters.  On the eve of the older woman’s funeral, Claire is visited again by strangely erotic dreams which began on her sixteenth birthday, dreams which leave her breathless and aroused by the shadowy presence of a mysterious stranger.  At the funeral itself, she is approached by a foreigner who carries a letter from her grandmother.  Following the instructions in the letter, Claire is whisked away to Ireland to discover the legacy left behind by her grandmother.

Once in the Emerald Isle Claire is stunned to learn that her grandmother’s stories were real: the Dubh Sidhe and the Four Fey Courts of Dublin do exist.   More shockingly, an ancient prophecy has tied their fate to hers. At a chance encounter Claire comes face-to-face with the stranger from her dreams, and breathless doesn’t begin to describe the effect he has on her!  As she finds herself caught between rivals for leadership of the shape-shifters, Claire is kidnapped and held in seclusion by the mysterious stranger’s brother as part of their battle for leadership of the their family.  Only Claire can help the mysterious stranger to save himself and his clan from losing their power forever.  If she chooses to…and if she can accept that passion can take many forms.

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Monday, March 27, 2017

New Release: HARPER'S PLACE #Contemporary #Romance by @WintersSheryl #NovellaNiblet #Giveaway


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HARPER'S PLACE!



Harper’s Wish
Contemporary Romance
By Sheryl Winters
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: March 27, 2017
Keywords: Contemporary, Romance, Novella Niblets, Novella


Harper Grey is fed up with over-bearing men.

Her father wants to sell the family hamburger joint to her brother because a woman could never make it successful.

Harper knows she has the same flair for business as her mother, and sexy Navy SEAL Patrick O’Brien dares her to prove it to the world.

When duty calls and Patrick must leave her side, will Harper be strong enough to make her dream a reality?


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Excerpt:


“How would you bring in new business, though?”

I’m amazed that he seems to find our conversation interesting. He’s an audience willing to listen and I’ve not had that in a long time. Damn this crush of mine. It won’t be easy to tame after tonight.

“New menu items, specials, things like that. Start serving dessert, like pies. Easy cook items. With the new burgers I’ve created and a new décor, I’d open in the summer when the air is fresh and everyone is happy to be out of the snow, hungry for grilled food. I think we could do fine.”

“What’s your hold up?”
“Tony, Dad. It’s complicated.” I shrug. His arm feels good, and I have the overwhelming urge to nuzzle against it. "Did you kiss Amy Parker when you were twelve? She still brags about it." Did I just ask him about kissing? What is wrong with me? Will this mouth of mine never shut up? Stop it, Stop it, stop it!
"That I did, in a closet over at Robert Anderson’s house."
"Ew."
"I was twelve and desperate. You can't blame me. I do blame that stupid soda bottle.  And your first kiss?" There is a challenge in his voice.
"Kevin Monroe at the Klines Movie Theater. He sent me a six-page note the next day about how much he loved me, and I freaked out and dumped him."
"Any regrets?"
I choke back a giggle. "Naw, ‘cept I remember I liked his cologne. It could have been aftershave, but it was nice." It’s not half as nice as the Aramis that Patrick has on. Something about it sends a shiver up my spine that has nothing to do with the zombie waiting in Dad’s office.
"The dark isn't so bad, now is it?"
"I guess not."
Silence surrounds us. The fear that enveloped me seems to disappear.
"Are you seeing anyone?"
"No." It sounds terrible now that I've said it out loud. Like I’m admitting to being a desperate and dateless leper.
"So," he drawls out, "ever thought of dating a military guy?" He squeezes my fingers.
Is he serious?
His fingertip smooths over the rough callouses I've gained from years of hard work. Suddenly my wasted evening of not going out to celebrate is starting to look better. "I think it would depend on which military guy."
"You're killing me. You know that, don’t you?" His strangled tone only sets off a case of the giggles.
"Are you asking me out, Patrick?"
"Trying to, but you're not making it easy.” The challenge is back in his voice.
"I wouldn't mind a date or two,” I manage to squeak out. Breathe, Harper, just breathe, calmly through your nose, out your mouth. Sainted Mother of God, Patrick asked me out! I hit the jackpot! Now all I have to do is not hit him.


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About the Author:

I never set out to be an author. Only a storyteller. Some days I succeed better than others.

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Saturday, March 25, 2017

#FREE BOOKS THIS WEEKEND ONLY from @RoanePublishing #HistoricalRomance #Fantasy

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Love's Sorrow
Means of Mercy #1
Historical Romance Novel
by Terri Rochenski

Hired as a nanny for her cousin’s children, poor English rose, Anne Tearle finds security and a loving family. The children are a dream, but London society is a world of its own, one where a displaced farm girl has no business being. But, wealthy Scottish rake, Gavin MacKay, helps her to see associating with the upper class might not be as horrid as she first assumed.

Like all things worthwhile, love comes at a price, and the cost soon bestows more anguish than joy. Lost, but not undone, Anne must find the courage to begin life anew, or succumb to sorrow's unrelenting waves of grief.




Skydreamer
A fantasy/Romance novel
by Sheryl Winters

For fire talent, Jaden Zarie, life is far from a fairy tale. Blisters from any contact with water, check. Sleeping in a shed behind your greedy Uncle's house, check. Ex-boyfriend scouting the bar where you work for one-night stands every night, double check.

When Jaden sets off to secure a new life with her two sisters, winning a contest with a huge pile of gold on the line seems like a quick fix. Getting hitched to Draven Winterbourne, King of the Dragon-changers, and finding true love was beyond anything she could have hoped for.

But a friend turned enemy threatens to take it all away. When Jaden is thrust into an alternate universe and separated from her new husband and her sisters, she must summon up the courage to start over, alone, knowing she may never see any of them again.


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Friday, March 24, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Except from WELCOME TO PARADISE by London Saint James #Erotic #Romance

FREEBIE FRIDAY EXCERPT!



Today's excerpt is from Welcome to Paradise by London Saint James. But first, London is sharing a super secret recipe...

We hope you enjoy today's tease!

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Hi everyone. I’m London. *Waves* Welcome to Roane Publishing’s Freebie Friday. What do I have in store for you today? A little something from my novella, Welcome to Paradise which happens to be the introduction to my contemporary, erotic, western romance series, Paradise Ranch.

Since Sutton and her ranch is located in West Texas I figured what better way to celebrate Freebie Friday than to share a good old homemade Texas Barbecue Sauce with ya’all. And of course an excerpt from the book.

First, the recipe. Trust me. It’s finger licking good. Here’s what you need to make some:

Homemade Texas BBQ Juice

1 tablespoon paprika
2 teaspoons black pepper
2 teaspoons American chili powder
1 teaspoon cumin powder
1 tablespoon of butter
1 medium onion, finely chopped
4 cloves garlic, minced or pressed
1 green bell pepper, chopped
1 cup Lone Star beer (or any other lager)
1/4 cup ketchup
1/4 cup apple cider vinegar
3 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
3 tablespoons steak sauce
2 tablespoons brown sugar
Hot sauce to taste (start with 2 teaspoons of Tabasco sauce for mild heat)
2 cups beef, veal, or chicken stock

1) Mix the paprika, black pepper, American chili powder, and cumin in a small bowl.
2) In a one quart saucepan, melt the butter or bacon fat and gently cook the onion over medium heat until translucent.
3) Add the garlic, bell pepper, and the spice mix you made in step (1). Stir, and cook for two minutes to extract the flavors.
4) Add the stock and the rest of the ingredients. Stir until well blended. Simmer on medium for 15 minutes. Leftovers will keep in the fridge for a month or so.


Here’s an excerpt from Welcome to Paradise.

The field of wildflowers surrounding our family cemetery swayed in the gentle
breeze, making a wave in the colorful carpet nature provided. The day was, I supposed,
too beautiful to be marred by sorrow. Nevertheless, overwhelming grief swallowed me.

Beneath the sprawling branches of a giant oak, was the final resting place of my parents,
struck down by a drunk driver on their way home from Houston when I was
only fourteen. The memory of the sheriff coming to my grandparent’s door to inform
Mommy Callaway her son—my father, and her daughter-in-law—my mother, were both
killed in an accident, will forever be burned into my memory. It was a few days later, I
stood almost where I am now, sandwiched between my protective grandparents, feeling
the chill of winter kiss my cheeks and watching the snow fall as we buried my parents
amidst the blur of white. That image, a simmering cinder, never ceased to ignite the fire
of an indescribable pain inside me. 

The year after I graduated from college with an English Literature degree, Poppy
Callaway passed on from acute respiratory failure, leaving his wife of fifty-some-odd
years behind. I clutched her hand as the storm clouds loomed when Poppy was laid to
rest. But today, as they lowered her casket into the ground, the sun shone in a sky the
perfect shade of azure.

There were no fancy speeches given. No formal pomp and circumstance. Only
the silver-haired preacher, a friend of the family for years, who read from The Thorn
Birds, one of my grandmother’s favorite books, as he stood stoic in front of the grave.

“There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than
any other creature on the face of the Earth. From the moment it leaves the nest, it
searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among
the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it
rises above its own agony to out carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative
song, existence the price. But, the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven,
smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain.”

As the leaves on the ancient tree rustled, the service came to a close with one of
the ranch-hands bowing a somber tune on his fiddle.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. Callaway,” Flint Palmer, the ranch foreman my
grandmother hired months before her death said in a drawl. He placed the black
Stetson gripped in a weathered hand on his head.

“Thank you.” 

“Sarah Callaway was a great woman.” 

“Yes. She was,” I said. 

“She’ll be missed.”

I nodded my agreement, then straightened my spine for the line of people who
were coming to offer their condolences.

When the last person walked away, the stark reality began to sink in. I was three
days away from turning thirty and everyone I held dear resided alongside Grandma
Sadie in plots perched atop the hillside I had just inherited.






Friday, March 17, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY An Excerpt from AN UNEXPECTED WREATH by Annabelle Blume #Romance

FREEBIE FRIDAY EXCERPT!



Today's excerpt is from An Unexpected Wreath by Annabelle Blume. This short story was part of the Winter's Sweet Kiss Anthology.

We hope you enjoy today's tease!


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            "No, ma'am, this is a full service delivery. Show me what kind of tree stand you have.
It’s not one of those cheap aluminum things, is it?"

            She scrambled to come up with an excuse, but she could tell by the expectant look on his face he already knew the answer.

            "No problem." He reached into the bed of his truck and rustled around, pulling out a
wide-based plastic tree stand. "I always carry a spare."

            Then he winked at her. Winked. Stella couldn't remember the last time a guy actually
winked at her. Grayson was like a character out of a black and white holiday movie. All
charm and rugged good looks with snow covered shoulders and probably a sprig of
mistletoe in his back pocket.

            "Lead the way," he said.

            "Oh, right, come in." She waved for him to follow her through the barren garage.

            "Not the front door?"

            Stella’s cheeks and neck grew hot. "Ah, no. I...um...don't have a key."

            "This is your house, right?"
           
            "Yes," she said on an exasperated sigh. "I gave my only key to the dog sitter.” She
looked behind her to check if he was still following.

            "The what?" A look of utter confusion wrinkled his face as he yanked his beanie off and stuck it in his pocket before he crossed the threshold.

            "Dog sitter, you know? The woman who comes to visit and walk Fred while I'm at work."

            As soon as she said his name, the jingle-jangle of his collar sounded from the living
room. “Now, I have to ask for the key back so I can make a copy for myself. It's
complicated."

            Fred bounded around the corner, tail wagging, tongue dangling.

            "Holy..."

            Stella held up her hand and spoke in a whisper. "Fred doesn't know he's different and he's the happiest dog I've ever known." She scratched his back and patted his head.
           
            "Fred, go lay down, sweetie."

            Fred trotted to his blanket on the far side of the couch and hopped up.

            "Stella, your dog is, um..."

            "Unique, I know. He was abused as a puppy. The rescue center I volunteer with saved Fred and I fostered him. They had to remove his eyes. He was in so much pain from the physical trauma he suffered, but he hasn’t let it change him." Stella swallowed hard, a
knot forming in her throat at the memory of those first weeks with Fred. "After he healed,
I was supposed to bring him to the adoption event they host on Saturdays. You know,
the one over at PetBarn? But, I couldn't let him go. Fred has been with me ever since."
           
            A moment of quiet contemplation settled between them. She stared at the floor, hoping he didn't think she was totally crazy after her ill-timed over-sharing.

            "That's the happiest ending to a sad story I've ever heard," he said.

            She glanced up and found him looking at her. Caught in his gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and she thought she could spend hours staring into his rich coffee-colored eyes. His whole face opened up into a warm smile, eyes crinkling at the edges and everything. Grayson smiling was even sexier than Grayson winking.

            Relief flooded her and she shrugged. "He was the one for me."

            She realized her words carried an affection usually reserved for soul mates, spouses, and the like, but she'd never met a man as trusting and loyal as Fred, so it seemed a fair assessment. Deciding she’d better move on to lighter topics before the entire
afternoon became even more awkward, she took a deep breath and pointed to a spot

near the window. "So, I was thinking the tree would fit over here."


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Cover Reveal: Retrovailles by Bill Chastain #Romance #WomensFiction



Retrouvailles
A Romance Novel
By Bill Chastain
Release Date: June 5, 2017
Publisher: Roane Publishing


Keywords: Contemporary, Romance Women's Fiction

Alex Overstreet is exceptional.

Mature beyond his years, he understands the value of education and where having one can take him. Adverse circumstances are no match for the "anything is possible" residing in his soul, a place where self-pity need not enter. His future is mapped in his mind. Staying the course will bring a worthwhile end game.

Enter India Blue Kirkland.

The most popular girl in school is the unknown Alex failed to factor into his carefully calculated life plans. She is everything he is not—outgoing and popular. A chance encounter with her sets into place a life-long love affair.

Together they find a passion and embrace the best of their different worlds while exploring the wonder of love.  Both are more than ready for a future together. But Alex’s family situation looms in the background, and eventually catches up to him, forcing him to make sacrifices that change the course of his relationship with India.  Though driven apart, their love never wavers.

Years later, Alex is successful on a large scale professionally, yet emptiness clings to him like free-floating lint to a dark suit. India should have been a part of it all.  He's never moved on from her. She is the love of his life.  Meanwhile, India is trapped in a marriage and longs for what she had with Alex.  One glance of Alex at her father’s funeral sparks a romance that never died.

Retrouvailles validates the compelling power of first love and how the snapshots of moments together matter most. Those snapshots representing sweet moments in time can be more compelling than a lifetime spent together.




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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Press Release: Roane Publishing contracts Deborah Garland and her #contemporary #romance novel MUST LOVE FASHION

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce that we've contracted a new author, and we are privileged to be able to bring you a new contemporary romance novel, MUST LOVE FASION , by Deborah Garland. The novel is slated for release in August 2017.

More information regarding the release, including the Cover Reveal and Release Blitz will be made available shortly. If you are a book blogger or reviewer interested in participating in the marketing events surrounding the release of MUST LOVE FASHION, please take a moment to join our Blogger Reviewer team by visiting our website and completing the interest form.

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Monday, March 13, 2017

New Release: Umbra's Shadow by @AndreaStanet #Paranormal #Shifters #Giveaway


Umbra’s Shadow
Contemporary Fantasy
By Andrea Stanet
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: March 13, 2017
Keywords: Contemporary, Paranormal, Fantasy, Shapeshifter, Mercenary

Got a problem that needs a kick-ass mercenary to fix it? Merc’s your shapeshifter.
It’s been open season on changelings—human/faery hybrids—until word gets around: someone’s got their backs.
Merc relies on her unique shapeshifting talents to defend the poor and disenfranchised hybrids living on the fringes of a modern-day Hudson valley city. Perhaps her past spurs her to help—orphaned, unable to remember her parents or her original form, forced to survive alone until a kindly Changeling couple takes her in. But Merc also dreams of escaping the poverty and rescuing her boyfriend from the environment that feeds his addictions.
Dúl, a mysterious and seductive full-blooded fey, seems to offer Merc the way out. But the job he proposes will plunge her into the political wasp nest of the Dreaming World and its fey courts. Dúl hires her to rescue the female lieutenant of the Shadow Court’s king. But Morgan isn’t the only full-blood that’s disappeared.
Nothing is what it seems. A hidden player is capitalizing on the animosities within the four courts, and Merc must solve the puzzle before anyone else falls victim. Her investigation exposes the web of betrayals and lies ambushing the courts from without, or maybe from within.
No one could defeat this conspiracy alone. Merc must suppress her solitary nature and learn to work with a team, while Dúl enters into a bitter alliance with his most hated enemy. Amid this treachery, the magnetic attraction between Merc and Dúl deepens into a forbidden bond they are powerless to deny.
Even if she unravels the chaos plaguing the Dreaming, can she handle the truth about the full-blood she’s fallen for?



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EXCERPT:

I’d been in the “dungeon”, nursing bruises and biding my time, for about an hour when the cage door clanged. I peeked over my shoulder from where I was standing next to the rickety bunk bed in the corner of my cell, resting my head in my arms against the top mattress. The bunk shielded a bucket. From the smell, I’d guessed the pail wasn’t empty, but I avoided confirming my suspicion.

The chubby guard shoved in a new cellmate and locked us in together. The new guy beamed at me like it was his birthday. Why would anyone smile about being tossed into a steel cell by a crook-nosed thug?

A ring of keys and a wooden baton landed onto the guard’s desk next to the equipment which had been taken from me. I put my head back on my arms.

From behind, I felt a tug on one of my two braids. Without thinking, I dropped toward the floor and swung my leg in an arc. My cellmate jumped over it. Fast. Impressive. I drew back my arm to strike.

He dodged again.

“Strange to find an infiltrator with such long hair,” my cellmate said.

In the middle of my next punch, I froze and hoped he didn’t notice how I had almost unbalanced myself. It was a matter of professional pride.

Damn. He’s good.

He could probably be useful to me, but I didn’t want the added responsibility. No, better to work alone. That way if I messed up, I had no one to blame but me.

“Sorry if I startled you, but the oddness of your hair compelled me to touch it.”

The oddness of his statement compelled me to respond. “What?”

“Your hair. Rare, considering your dark skin. And your lack of ear-piercing panic suggests work for Rebus, the Fringe’s own Robin Hood and mercenary agent.” My cellmate’s voice was deep and silky.

“I work for myself, and I work alone.” Telling other people what to do and trying to think for them could lead to trouble. I relaxed my stance and shook out my fists. “Let me get this straight. Since, by your account, I’m a thief with unusually long hair, you get a free pass to touch me?”

“I apologized.”

Having to deal with a psycho today didn’t factor into my plans.

My focus shifted away from him, but he continued. “It stands out. Makes you noticeable.”

After climbing to the top bunk where I had a better view, I glanced back at the newcomer, considered explaining, and then changed my mind. Thugs and molesters I could handle, but it was always better to avoid crazies, especially in the Fringe.

I examined his features now: tall and wiry—over six feet, olive skin, and dark eyes. Wavy, black hair hung over his forehead and framed his face, curling just above his lobes. A couple of years older than me. Twenty-four? He dressed in a high-end-trendy style—two hundred bucks for jeans ripped just so. The fashion choice was forgivable.

Finally, my gaze landed on something that could identify this guy. Pointed ears hidden by his hair. Aside from the intangible energy signature he gave off, the ears were the telltale sign of a fey. Probably full-blooded since changeling ears were a little more rounded, closer to their human side. What was a fey doing in the dungeon?

I pushed aside the question of why he had been detained. It wasn’t my business.

Sitting cross-legged on the thin mattress, decrepit springs digging into my butt, I reached up with my left hand toward the blue light and along the edge of the ceiling.

A zap rocked me back and sent a jolt up my arm. I grunted. The tips of my fingers were charred and stung as if I’d reached into a wasp nest. A scowl twisted my mouth as I processed the setback and climbed down to the bottom bunk. Leaning forward, elbows on knees, I worked out my next steps.

“I thought that looked like some sort of lightning spell ward.”

Please go away. I don’t have time for this.

He did not go away.

“So, what are you in for?” he said.

“Better question: are you stupid?”

“I can’t stand to see a damsel in distress.” He towered over me with a smirk and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I can get us out of here.”

I laughed. “For a price, I’m sure. No thanks, fey. I’m fine.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

A dream stalker, shadow man, vengeful steampunk siren, ghost, and now fey court intrigue—while Andrea Stanet doesn’t shy away from any genre, her passion is writing fantasy and horror fiction for various age groups. Her short stories have appeared in several anthologies and an online literary magazine. Her most recent releases are “The Tradition,” a middle grade horror about were-crows, and “Song of Vengeance,” about a young performer whose father traps her dying spirit in a mechanical bird.
When not fixating on dragons and zombies, Andrea’s hobbies include running (clearly displaying masochistic tendencies), cycling (hills are only fun when going down), reading (anything and everything), and gaming (Cthulhu themed board games are favorites). Andrea lives in New York with her husband, two kids, a cat that thinks she’s a dog, and another cat that thinks he’s a mountain lion.

LINKS:

Website: http://AndreaStanet.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AndreaStanet
Goodreads: https://goodreads.com/AndreaStanet
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/andreastanet

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