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Fun fact: my city's local minor league baseball team is named the Rocket City Trash Pandas. I'm totally serious. I bring this up because we *finally* went to a game this past weekend and it was a blast! It was really fun to show Violet her first look at baseball (though, I have to say, she seemed to have a lot more fun watching softball. My girl <3).

I've made quite a bit of progress on TWOSF (that's The Wings of Shattered Fire, book 2 in the Smoke and Shadows series). This book has so many BIG things happening, many of which are spoilers, but *four hells* this is gonna be a thrill to read.

Then there's a secret project I'm polishing up and I've definitely got plans to move right into the third book once this is all finished. Thankfully, Violet is currently taking a nap so I can get some words in!

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WIP - The Wings of Shattered Fire:

You could be reading this live over on Patreon. You could be swooning. Or you can just email me back screaming "HOW DARE YOU".

“Farrah,” he breathed, her name like a plea as he asked again. “Dance. With me. Please.”

Patreon Tease:

In case you needed another reason to head over to Patreon, here is a snippet from one of my favorite AU stories that I release EVERY MONTH. It's from Oni's perspective, and while it isn't canon, I have to say that this is damn spot on to our favorite sand sprite and our silly band of misfits.

Onshelshus Yultef was many things.

A handsome sand sprite. A cunning crown prince. A lover of dramatics. An illustrious and narcissistic bastard.

One thing he never thought he’d be was a fool, yet here he sat on a crystal throne he’d erected in front of a bonfire—nothing too elaborate, just a winged back throne arching over his head with a long, skeletal body of a vaarasuxa curving around the back and baring its teeth over his left shoulder—while he stared at the squishy woman with white-blonde hair who danced around the flames. Brela was grinning with all the brightness he knew she held in that warm flesh of hers, cheeks flushed from the dozen drinks she’d consumed in challenges. Three sprites were already flat on the desert sand, Elias drawing on their unconscious faces with a nub of charcoal he’d stolen from Brela’s bag. Farrah and Serill had hung on for a few drinks before subtly healing away their drunkenness and stumbling off to their tent together. Cason was currently cross-eyed, staring at the drink in his hand like it had personally offended him, mumbling something to himself. Oni strained his ears to listen.

Counting. He was trying to count how many drinks he’d had while Brela barked random numbers and made him lose his count before starting up again.

Sending you love, kindness, and peace for wherever you are right now.

Laura Winter

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P.S.

If you could throw Brela and her friends into any AU scenario, what would you like to see? Coffeeshop AU? Cason with shadow magic? Just more steamy scenes because they're the best? Reply and let me know! You might just get your wish in this newsletter *wink wink*