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In this newsletter I've included Issue #2 of World Fantasy News: The Fairest and Impartialist News Source Anywhere. Catch up with all your favorite characters. Today Nico and Flame (Must Love Demons) visit the news studio. It goes about as well as you might imagine.

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All Twig Starfig wants is to settle into mated life with his wizard and be a good leader to his clan. No drama. No heartache. A happily-ever-after fit for a dragon. Or half-dragon, at any rate.

Instead, Twig and Quinn get roped into a new case involving missing orc stones. Yes, those really are a thing. Twig’s dad is on the PR warpath . . . again. Quinn's little brother can't seem to stop pining over their housemate. Someone—or something—seems to be following them. And getting quality time alone with his wizard is more difficult than keeping one’s virginity at an incubus party.

To make matters worse, Twig's old enemies start dropping like fairyflies, and they find themselves smack in the middle of an inconvenient murder investigation with a certain red fury as the main suspect. With everyone in Lighthelm convinced of Bill’s guilt—and by association Twig’s—Starfig Investigations is on the case.

Is there no one in the Elder Realm who’s fairy and impartial?

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World Fantasy News: The Fairest and Impartialist News Source Anywhere

(Issue #2)

“Hello, dear readers! Welcome to World Fantasy News: The Fairest and Impartialist News Source Anywhere. I’m Geoffraie Aumberden, star reporter and everyone's favorite nympho (that's a male nymph in case you didn't know).

Today, I’m welcoming to the studio, Nico Azertiran, a sexy incubus who I wouldn’t mind spending a night with. Rawr. Joining him, his scowling—but still hot—red-headed phoenix lover, Flambeau Illume. You can arrest me any time, warden. May I call you Flamey? I understand Nico does.”

I bat my lashes. It always works.

“What in hellfire are you on about? No, you can call me Mister Illume.” Flame snaps from his armchair, his gaze narrowing.

Ooh, a feisty one. I love a growly man.

“Why can we hear your thoughts?” Flame looks around the studio like he can spot the magic.

“Just can, Flamey. That’s the way this works.” They all ask this. It’s tedious, but you have to humor these fantasy types. Wouldn’t want him to burst into flames.

“Fuck—” Flame begins, before Nico places a hand over his arm to silence him.

Naturally Nico steps in. I understand he’s a giant cinnamon roll in demon form. Sticky sweet, mmm.

“I’m not that nice,” Nico says. He tries to look fierce, but really a three legged kitten would have more bite to it.

“Do we have to do this interview?” Flame sighs, then turns to Nico.

“It’s a favor for the author.” The sensual incubus—who would look even better on his back—shrugs, before turning to glare at yours truly. So cute.

“If you can’t treat Nic with respect, we’re out of here. I don’t care who ordered us to talk to you.” Flame's jaw is firm and oh so strong.

Touchy. Sheesh. Well, on with the show . . .

“So, dear readers, Nico and Flamey live in the city of Verona and they’re in L-O-V-E.” I don’t make gagging sounds because I’m an adult. “Unlike most lust demons, Nico’s magic is broken and instead of making creatures horny, he brings true loves together.” A waste, if you ask me.

“My magic isn’t broken. It’s just different.” Nico huffs. “And love is lasting. Unlike lust.” Nico reaches over and squeezes Flame’s arm and gives him a totally lovesick smile.

Definitely a delusional kitten. I mean, love is okay, but rumpy pumpy is divine.

Nico wrinkles his nose. “You did not just think ‘rumpy pumpy’.”

“Oh, but I did, my darling cinnamon roll.” I waggle my delicately shaped brows—the best that money can buy. “Now will you please let me continue, hmm? Right. So, Flamey has issues with feelings. He’s also ill tempered, but everyone knows grumpy and sunshine go together like . . . uh, sunshine and grumpy.” I clap my hands together. “So, now that the readers know your backstory a little better, let’s get to the questions.”

“About time,” Flame grumbles. “And stop calling me that.”

Never.

He growls.

Who knew a bird could growl?

“Our readers want to know what it’s like to be in a threesome, hmm? Or do you prefer throuple? Menage?”

Flame and Nico exchange glances before Flame tilts his head in a really suspicious—but sexy—way. “We’re not in a threesome. Are you sure you’re interviewing the right couple?”

I lean forward in my chair and rest my elbows on my knees, the smell of blood in the water. Some creatures aren’t so forthcoming, but I know just how to coax the information from them. “So, Nico doesn’t have a tail with a mind of its own?”

I say this in a completely fake sugary voice.

Nico laughs, while Flame pinches the bridge of his nose. What? It’s a genuine question.

“I don’t think my tail counts as a third.” He continues to snicker.

It’s . . . endearing. Gah. And as if to make my point, his tail wraps around Flame’s arm. Definitely a throuple.

“We’re not a throuple.” A burst of fire rushes across Flame’s shoulders.

Oh, dear, I hope management remembered to use flame retardant spells on the chairs. I hold up my hands in a placating gesture. Fantasy creatures can be such drama demons.

Another burst of fire. Hope he has more control over other ejaculates. Ha!

“You little—” Flame stands.

He’s short, so it’s not all that impressive, though his scowl would make a lesser reporter quake in their very stylish boots. I, however, have lots of experience with angry creatures. Besides, quaking isn’t good for leather, and I spent a lot of coin on these particular boots.

I clear my throat. Delicately, of course. “Readers are dying to know, Flamey, do you use the Lariat of Love to tie each other up? You can tell us!”

Nico stands now, too—all seven feet of him—and grips the back of Flame’s tunic as fire all but engulfs his phoenix lover. Good thing demons are fireproof.

“Let’s go.” He tugs at Flame.

“Go? But we’ve barely started the interview! I want to ask what it was like to be a sex club worker and whether it made Flamey jealous.” I give him my most winsome smile. Nymphos gotta nymph.

Flame lunges my way, his strong hands outstretched. Ooh, I bet he can choke someone with the best of them. So hot. Unfortunately, Nico grabs him and hauls him back.

So much for foreplay.

“You’re really horrible,” Nico says, as he pulls the struggling phoenix shifter toward the studio door. His tail helps.

“Does that mean you don't want to talk about how you end up naked in public all the time?” I call.

“Fire and brimstone! Are you trying to make him go into a full on burn?” Nico yells before he hauls the still struggling Flame through the exit.

The door slams with a resounding bang. I sigh prettily. I do this a lot.

“Well, dear readers, those two were not near as much fun as I hoped. Who would have thought an incubus would be shy to discuss sex? Ah well, there’s always others willing to talk.

Tune in for the next edition of World Fantasy News: The Fairest and Impartialist News Source Anywhere. Geoffraie Aumberden, everyone’s favorite nympho, signing off.”

Updates

I'm headed back to Verona for my next release . . . though I have a sooper seekret project that I hope to be able to share with you all soon. I've had a lot of readers ask whether there will be more books set in Verona and also in my UF version of Baltimore. The answer is a resounding yes to both! And I've finally come up with series names. My Verona series will be called Much Ado About Demons, since each story seems to have a demon love interest. I'd like to say I planned it this way, but that would be a lie. My muse, without telling me, decided that this and next year will be demon-tastic. The Baltimore series will be known as Charm City Chronicles. For anyone familiar with Baltimore, Charm City is a common nickname. I think it fits the slightly more gritty UF feel to the series. And, of course, I'm not done with Starfig Investigations yet. Still more stories to tell.

Thanks so much for reading! I'll be in touch. Also, if you're around Facebook, come join my reader group: Maslow's Mischief, Magic, and Murder and hang out with me and my awesome readers! We'd love to have you.

Happy reading!