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Enjoy a Lavish Taste of Goblin Fires
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July 31, 2015
April 1, 2014
Goblin Fires Cover Reveal!
Here it is! April, my favorite month! I've got my birthday coming up, a trip to one of my favorite cons, and this year I have a new book coming out!
So here we are, my lovelies... at long last... the wonderful art of Victoria Miller, the cover of Goblin Fires!
As another special treat, here is the new book trailer!
Our release date is April 25th... stay tuned until then for special excerpts and news on upcoming giveaways!
March 20, 2014
Friday Flash: Winter Princess
This Friday, Foreplay and Fangs is getting revved up for our new upcoming release, Goblin Fires! In honor of the new book, expected out next month, today's Flash features Talaith, Fourth Daughter of Oberon and Princess of the Winter Fae.
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I first saw her at the Rite
of the First Snowfall. Attending with the High Sidhe of Autumn, I knew immediately she was for me. Tawny-blonde hair, like a lion's mane; eye's like orange
lanterns, a harvest moon. And by the Eyes of Mab, she could move.
The Knight of Autumn.
Soon to be my pet.
I sipped at my wine; cherry
blossom, a personal favorite. Chilled with fresh snow.
And I pondered how to lure
Reagan of the Morrigan to my bower.
* * *
Read more about Talaith and her passion for the Autumn Knight, in Goblin Fires. Find sample chapters here!
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Goblin Fires, Chapter Three
The Courtyard Terrace is a nice
restaurant on a scenic street corner across from Central Park: the perfect
place for fae folk like Ceri and the Springtime Court to meet, naturally. Alan,
driving the sleek town car, which is our usual conveyance while visiting New
York, dropped us in front of the restaurant while he drove on to find parking.
He would join us again shortly. Puca also came with us, of course, enjoying the
pleasure of accompanying Ceri on her errands, even if they were simple
afternoon luncheons with other envoys of the faerie nations. He'd traded his
feline shape for a black dog—smaller, though, than he usually wore it, with a
figure closer to a friendly Labrador than the normal hunting hound, to mitigate
any reactions he might get from mortal onlookers. He had no leash, though. No
one ever appeared to find it necessary to scold Ceridwen into leashing her dog.
Goblin Fires, Chapter Two
Like many Unbridled spirits of the fae
world, The Morrigan—my mother—struck a bargain with the Four Sidhe Courts, to
ensure her freedom from them and the certainty of her independence. It is not
such a strange thing... but it might have been the thing that nearly destroyed
us, in the end.
Mortals called The Morrigan a goddess of
war, and there were, of course, reasons for her title. Whether or not she might
actually be a deity hardly mattered; she is a creature of power and means, the
rival of any High Sidhe in magic or in wiles. When the Fae Courts began to
assemble and formalize a code of magical law and order, the Unbridled beings
like my mother were assessed and considered heavily, as factors which could
disrupt the forces the Fae Lords would seek to protect. So The Morrigan struck
an alliance to codify her rights as a free agent, and simultaneously make a show
of good will and treaty toward the Sidhe Kings and Queens. She offered her
offspring as Knights and Champions for the High Noble Houses.
Goblin Fires: Chapter One
I
never break an oath. I can't break an oath, not one made to the Sidhe. A Knight cannot lie, cannot
betray, and cannot go foul of a promise made.
Except
one. One promise alone are we ever allowed to recant. One contract we can
reject...but
I never had cause to reject it.
Until
we found ourselves—all of us, all the fae of the Four Courts—pulled into a war.
Until
the last
option I had left, to save the woman I loved, was
to break the oath I made to protect her...
The warm aroma of blended spices—nutmeg,
cloves, cinnamon, and a hint of black pepper—curled up in tendrils of steam
from the simple blue mug on the table before me. I closed my palms around it,
relishing the effusive heat like a nice hot bath, and inhaled the scent of
Talaith's favorite chai tea with a soft sound of approval.
"Careful, sweetie," Tala whispered
in my ear. She had a very eloquent, very refined accent, and she leaned over my
shoulder to sprinkle a pinch of cocoa powder into my cup. "Don't want to
burn your tongue now, do you? Not while I still have plans for it..."
January 22, 2014
A Thursday Taste, January 23rd
Mmm, a Thursday taste of what's to come! A section of my novel-in-progress, Goblin Fires:
***
I brushed at the snowflake-white little
pixie, who had flown up very close to tug prankishly at my hair, trying to shoo
it away as I watched the girls enter the street at the light change.
Then—almost too late—I realized the
little creature wasn't trying to play with me.
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