Blurb:
When Ianthe began her career as a faery godmother, she stumbled so
badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again. After a
long suspension, she’s finally been given a chance to redeem herself…but
everything on this latest assignment is going wrong.But why?
Worse, she definitely doesn’t need an attractive mortal man distracting her from her duties. Of course, needs and wants are two different things.
Briak has had his eye on Ianthe for a very, very long time, but he’s been waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Despite the fact all hell’s about to break loose on his watch, he can’t resist the opportunity to insert himself into her earthly assignment. Can he convince Ianthe of her true calling and thereby win her heart? Or will his subterfuge ultimately cost him her love?
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Excerpt:
The bright white and blue neon market
sign shone through the darkness. Ianthe parked, hauled her umbrella
from the floorboard, and ran for the automatic doors.
A wave of freezing air hit her as she crossed the threshold. The doors slid shut behind her.
A quick glance around the store told her she wasn’t the only poor soul out tonight. A handful of men and women had braved the storm to replenish their pantries. She grabbed a shopping basket. The deli would have to do.
She peered down at the various meats and cheeses, the sliced cold cut sandwiches. She reached for a container of egg salad for her own snack and moved on to peruse the custards. How many should I get?
“Fancy seeing you here, stranger.”
The deep voice brought Ianthe up straight.
Briak sidled up to her, a boyish smile on his handsome face.
“Oh, hello,” she said.
“So, what brings you out on this miserable night?” he asked.
She dropped the egg salad container into her basket. “My power went out.”
“Mine too. So dinner was effectively ... well, postponed.” Briak tipped his head, reading her container’s label. “I see yours isn’t interrupted.”
“What, this?” She pointed to her selection. “No, no. This is for next Friday. I’m testing my recipe. See if mine is as good as theirs.”
“Next Friday? Oh, your spring soiree.”
That he remembered the exact specifics of the Friday in question warmed her. “I thought about getting started on the custard, just to give myself time for trial and error.”
“Custard? Sounds tasty.” Something wicked shone in his eyes. “I’d be willing to bet yours is better than store-bought.”
Ianthe lowered her lashes, blushing. “Maybe you can find out next week. Or I can make some for you ahead of time, if you’re game,” she offered.
“If that’s an invitation,” he said, “I accept.”
Her voice squeaked out of her, “Invitation?” Yes.
No. Son of a goblin! She cleared her throat. “I meant the party but—Yes, well—” To keep from fidgeting, she waved a hand to the windows. “I could offer to bring you some tomorrow, but Mother Nature ruined my plans.”
“The bitch.”
She blinked.
“I mean, er. Well—” Briak scrubbed a hand through his dark hair.
Was he nervous?
“That didn’t come out right. I meant she’s a bitch for ruining your cooking. Still, here you are.”
He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and she gasped. He lowered his hand and pointed to the salad. “If you wanted to split that with me right now, I wouldn’t say no. You did promise to have lunch with me sometime.”
The heat in his look blew away the chill from the grocery store’s freezers. Lunch and maybe a little more?
To heck with the party!
A wave of freezing air hit her as she crossed the threshold. The doors slid shut behind her.
A quick glance around the store told her she wasn’t the only poor soul out tonight. A handful of men and women had braved the storm to replenish their pantries. She grabbed a shopping basket. The deli would have to do.
She peered down at the various meats and cheeses, the sliced cold cut sandwiches. She reached for a container of egg salad for her own snack and moved on to peruse the custards. How many should I get?
“Fancy seeing you here, stranger.”
The deep voice brought Ianthe up straight.
Briak sidled up to her, a boyish smile on his handsome face.
“Oh, hello,” she said.
“So, what brings you out on this miserable night?” he asked.
She dropped the egg salad container into her basket. “My power went out.”
“Mine too. So dinner was effectively ... well, postponed.” Briak tipped his head, reading her container’s label. “I see yours isn’t interrupted.”
“What, this?” She pointed to her selection. “No, no. This is for next Friday. I’m testing my recipe. See if mine is as good as theirs.”
“Next Friday? Oh, your spring soiree.”
That he remembered the exact specifics of the Friday in question warmed her. “I thought about getting started on the custard, just to give myself time for trial and error.”
“Custard? Sounds tasty.” Something wicked shone in his eyes. “I’d be willing to bet yours is better than store-bought.”
Ianthe lowered her lashes, blushing. “Maybe you can find out next week. Or I can make some for you ahead of time, if you’re game,” she offered.
“If that’s an invitation,” he said, “I accept.”
Her voice squeaked out of her, “Invitation?” Yes.
No. Son of a goblin! She cleared her throat. “I meant the party but—Yes, well—” To keep from fidgeting, she waved a hand to the windows. “I could offer to bring you some tomorrow, but Mother Nature ruined my plans.”
“The bitch.”
She blinked.
“I mean, er. Well—” Briak scrubbed a hand through his dark hair.
Was he nervous?
“That didn’t come out right. I meant she’s a bitch for ruining your cooking. Still, here you are.”
He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and she gasped. He lowered his hand and pointed to the salad. “If you wanted to split that with me right now, I wouldn’t say no. You did promise to have lunch with me sometime.”
The heat in his look blew away the chill from the grocery store’s freezers. Lunch and maybe a little more?
To heck with the party!
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About the Author: Juli D. Revezzo is a Florida girl, with a love of fantasy, science fiction, and Arthurian legend, so much so she gained a B.A. in English and American Literature. She loves writing stories with fantastical elements whether it be a full-on fantasy, or a story set in this world-slightly askew. She has been published in short form in Eternal Haunted Summer, Dark Things II: Cat Crimes (a charity anthology for cat related charities), Luna Station Quarterly, Potnia, By Blood, Bone, and Blade (forthcoming charity anthologies by Biblioteca Alexandrina); Crossing the River, An Anthology in Honor of Sacred Journeys; The Scribing Ibis: An Anthology of Pagan Fiction in Honor of Thoth, and Twisted Dreams Magazine. She’s the author of The Antique Magic series and the Paranormal Romance Harshad Wars series. She is a member of the Independent Author Network and the Magic Appreciation Tour. Come learn more about her at http://julidrevezzo.com
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Thanks for hosting me today, Ashley! I hope you and your readers will enjoy my book. :) Have a great week!
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