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.

 

 

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Read more about Talaith and her passion for the Autumn Knight, in Goblin Fires.  Find sample chapters here!

 

 

And, check out how the following amazing group of writers get inspired by this picture.  Each has 100 words, no more, no less, to come up with their version which they do so well.  Please click on their names and show them some love by reading. As always comments are much appreciated.

Participating Authors

Doris O'Connor  S J Maylee  AuroraRose Andromeda
Faberge Nostromo 

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..."