Hi !

Happy Friday! Hope you have something fun planned for the weekend.

My husband and I are headed to Portland for a little getaway that involves brunch, basketball, and a ballpit (it’s an immersive art experience…wish me luck getting out of it 😆). If you have Portland food recs, send them to me!

I have a fun giveaway to share with you! But first…a sneak peek from my upcoming novella, The Gargoyle & the Spinster.

This might be my favorite scene in the book, when Maggie learns that Evrard is leaving her village for good. His language skills might be rusty, but he’s not about to pass up the opportunity to talk with her, since he’s been brooding over her for years.

Excerpt from The Gargoyle & the Spinster

Maggie caught his hand in both of hers, tilting her head to the side as she squeezed it. “I’ll miss you,” she said frankly, letting go of him too soon. “It won’t be the same without your handsome face above the gate.”

“Handsome!” he scoffed, rubbing his right ear. One of his brothers had taken a bite out of it during their regular skirmishes in the nest. He was a battered specimen, to say the least. “Old,” he corrected her. “Mossy.”

She hummed, her gaze slipping over him from head to toe, taking him in. He couldn’t help stretching his wings under her perusal, showing off their proud span. He was a preening old buzzard.

 “The moss is nice. I’ve always thought it made you look very wise.”

He made a sharp noise of disagreement. It made him look like the unkempt cliff-dweller he was. It showed he lived alone, without family to groom him. That he hadn’t had the coin to visit a mason and repair the damage caused by the tiny, acidic plants. “Nice for human, maybe. Not for gargoyle.”

Maggie stepped nearer, reaching out to brush her fingers over the lichen-spots that dotted his shoulders. Her touch sent a jolt of awareness over his skin, contracting his muscles and making his cock swell suddenly and painfully inside his leather breeches.

Lonely fool. He grimaced at his own wretchedness, lips peeling back from his teeth. Catching his expression, Maggie drew back, as well she should.

“I have freckles, too,” she murmured, tugging her chemise aside to bare her own shoulder. It was crowded with lichen-like spots, the same that were scattered across her cheeks and chest. “I get them when I spend too much time in the sun, which is always.”

She laughed, and Evrard, who’d only ever had glimpses of the sun when it rose and set, found himself jealous of that great, burning ball that touched her skin and left its marks. There was some base part of him, some deep instinct, that longed to do the same.

“Nice for human,” he repeated thickly, swallowing the saliva that had gathered in his mouth.

“Not really. Most women try to get rid of them. Someone once called me a spotted cow.” Maggie flushed in her remarkable way.

“Cow is tasty,” Evrard said. Then, thinking he might have offended her by comparing her to meat, he added, “Strong. Useful.”

She laughed, her head falling back. “You think it was a compliment, then?”

He nodded. Her beauty was so undeniable, even to his jaded eyes, that how could it have been anything else?

Coming April 28 to Patreon / May 16 to this newsletter / June 5 to Amazon!

GIVEAWAY TIME

It’s the LAST DAY to enter the @MonsterLovers_Bookclub giveaway on Instagram! Follow us both for chance to win a sticker pack from Poppy and a mystery book box from me!

(It’s a mystery because I haven’t decided what book/goodies to put in it, yet…but feel free to influence me should you win! 🥰)

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NEW FROM OTHER AUTHORS

Bound to the Orc King by Krista Luna

The orc king acts so grumpy. But I can read his mind… and it’s filthy!

Did I mention I’m a new witch with telepathic powers? Yeah. It’s a lot. Especially since every time I get near Aldronn, the commanding orc either wants to boss me around or bed me. Or boss me around while bedding me.

Ugh. Why does that have to be so hot? I can never let him know! He’ll be even more sinfully arrogant than he is now, and that wicked smirk of his already makes me want to scream… or kiss him. Or maybe both. Okay, it’s totally both.

I need to focus on our mission. My magic means I’m the only one who can talk to the goddess and figure out how to free her. We need her help more than ever, because dark fae have started to invade. But the mission means long nights alone with Aldronn, and there’s only one tent…

Bound to the Orc King is a steamy fantasy monster romance featuring a grumpy orc used to being in command and a sunshiny witch who never met a rule she didn’t want to break

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Happy reading!

Love,

Sara

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