A Preorder and Meet a Nympho . . .
Sep 20, 2021 6:01 pm
Hi Dear Readers!
I hope you're all still well and staying safe. As the summer wanes and fall is just around the corner, I'm reminded why I love this time of year—warm days and cool nights, lots of coffee, and comfy sweatshirts.
As promised, I've also written up the first of a new feature for my newsletter—World Fantasy News: The Fairest and Impartialist News Source Anywhere. Catch up with all your favorite characters. For the first issue, Twig and Quinn visit the news studio. Give it a read (scroll down a bit).
Fairy and Impartial is up for Preorder
As usual, I reveled in spending time with Twig, Quinn, and all their crazy friends and found family. Fairy and Impartial: Starfig Investigations book 4, releases September 30th, but you can preorder it now. I've included the link at the bottom of this section.
I love the cover Lou Harper made for this one. She really outdid herself. Also, Greg Tremblay/Boudreaux is finishing up the audiobook and it should be in my hands to proof any day now. Once I've proofed it, I'll send it to the Audible gods and hope they're kind to me. If everything goes to plan, the audio should release around the time of the ebook. * Fingers crossed *
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?
World Fantasy News: The Fairest and Impartialist News Source Anywhere
(Issue #1)
“Hello, dear readers! Welcome to the first issue of World Fantasy News: The Fairest and Impartialist News Source Anywhere. I’m Geoffraie Aumberden, star reporter and a nympho of the first order. (In case you’re wondering, male nymphs are rare and are generally referred to as nymphos).
You’ve probably heard of me. Gorgeous✓ Intelligent✓ Talented ✓✓
That’s moi.
Today, I’m welcoming to the studio, Twig Starfig, a half-dragon, half-fairy, and all hunk, to the hot seat. Joining him, his sexy little witch, Quinn Broomsparkle.”
“Wizard,” Quinn mumbles from his armchair, his lush lips thinning.
I clear my throat. So rude to interrupt. Humans, gah.
“Anyway, for those not in the know, Twig and Quinn live in the Elder Realm and they’re mates. While that quaint concept doesn’t exist in all worlds, it basically means they’re sworn to each other for all of eternity.” An interesting concept, really. Especially since before the Cairnsdaught Accord dragons would usually gobble up humans. Who mates with their food? Ha! I love my sandwich, but I don’t want to marry it. Though Elderians tend toward the silly so—
“We can hear you,” Twig grumbles.
“Oh! Yes, of course.” I lower my voice. “Sorry for the food comment.” Oops. I mean, I stand by it, but whatever. You have to make these political types happy.
“Since we can still hear you, I’m guessing you suck at inner monologues.” Twig shakes his head. “Wizard, are you sure we have to do this interview?”
Quinn shrugs his broad shoulders, his golden hair catching the studio lights. Hmm, maybe I would marry my sandwich if it had golden hair . . .
“Can we get on with it?” Twig’s strong hands clench around the leather armrests on his chair, his broad knuckles whitening.
I bet those hands would leave some impressive bruises. And all that smexy scowling gets me hotter than a hellhound in heat.
“I’m leaving.” Twig stands, but his witch places a slim-fingered hand on his arm and he sits back down. Glares.
We know who the real alpha is in this relationship. Ha! Kidding. Just kidding. (I’m not).
“Okay, first question. There has been speculation that you’re always fornicating. Is this true? Hmm?”
Twig blinks, a glower making his handsome face look severe, while smoke streams from his nose. Ooh, hot.
“We’re here to talk about abolishing indentured servitude and expanding the legislation from Lighthelm to the rest of the Elder. We aren’t here to discuss our sex life,” Twig all but growls.
“Legislation? Snoozeville. Sex? Interesting. Or it should be.” I waggle my elegant brows. “And I hear from certain unnamed sources that your sex life is particularly voracious. Comments, Quinn?”
A muscle tics in Quinn’s cheek. “Bill needs to keep his mouth shut.”
“I am unable to confirm or deny that the red fury spoke to me in confidence.”
“Then how do you know he’s a red fury?” Twig asks.
Tricky dragon. I’ll have to remember he’s not as dumb as I thought.
Now, Twig does growl.
“And if he spoke in confidence, I don’t think you could print it,” Quinn adds, a wry smile tugging at his kissable lips.
These political types are always yapping about ethics, blah, blah, blah. I sigh.
“So, you really don’t want to discuss your sex life? Here’s your chance to let all our readers know how virile you both are.” A little buttering up the ego never hurt.
“Do you ever keep your thoughts to yourself?” Twig’s claws extend from his fingertips into the leather armrests.
He’s a tetchy one, but I suppose most dragons are. Quinn smirks, his eyes gleaming. Ooh, goodie, looks like we’re going to talk about sex after all.
He laughs. “Uh, no. No, we’re not. We’re going to urge your readers to support legislation that will abolish indentured servitude in the Elder. Such barbaric practices have no place in the realm and it’s time to rid our world of this scourge. Elderian readers can write letters of support to their representatives on the High Council—”
Blonde with a brain. Who would have guessed? Note to self: edit this part of the interview out—don’t want to bore the readers.
Twig rises, holds out a hand for his witch—
“Wizard,” Quinn snaps, taking Twig’s hand and standing.
Well, someone has an attitude. Though if my ass fit those trousers like that, I’d probably have a pretty big ego, too. Should I tell him that being a wizard isn’t such a big deal in many worlds? I sniff. Nah, I’ll let him have his day.
“You’re the most unprofessional reporter we’ve ever had the displeasure to talk to.” Twig shakes his head, his dark navy hair flowing around his muscled shoulders like a romance cover model.
Bet he likes Quinn to yank on it during sex. And . . . rude!
“I’m completely professional.” I even manage not to laugh.
Twig’s eyes narrow. “Then stop ogling my mate’s ass.”
“I would never!” We all know this is a lie. But I do my best to feign innocence. I think it’s believable.
“No, it really isn’t.” Quinn tugs on his dragon’s arm, moving toward the door.
“Wait! The interview’s not over. We still haven’t discussed your need to fornicate all the time!”
“Oh, this interview is definitely over.” Twig wraps his muscular arm around his witch’s waist and they exit, slamming the studio door behind them.
“Well, dear readers, how do you like that? I think we can say these rumors of fornication have been greatly exaggerated. So disappointing.
Ah, well. 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.”
GRL Update
Unfortunately, I've had to pull out of GRL this year. 😭 I don't want to go into too much detail, but I have a sick family member who I will be helping out that week. However, I'm planning to go to Portsmouth, VA next year. Especially because it's in easy driving distance. For those of you who've never gone to GRL but are curious, I would strongly advocate giving it a try. When I started in MM, I didn't know a single soul. Not a reader. Not an author. I had discovered a bunch of MM books and saw that several of the authors would be at GRL that year. I went all by myself and by the end of the weekend had made friendships that will last a lifetime.
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