About Mixter Twizzle’s Breakfast:
Mixter Twizzle is an odd, red, round-shaped, mischievous creature. He lives in a hovel, beneath a rustic barn, underneath the chicken coop at Riverdale Farm. He’s a snoozing sneezer and a snoring barker—a peculiar sort that both annoys and pleases. At first, Mixter Twizzle is thrilled by his egg-gorging fests, delighting in his own wickedness, but he soon realizes he is lonely. He longs for companionship, but the hens willhave nothing to do with him. Can this fiendish creature learn to make friends at the farm?
Genre: Children’s Picture Book; Fantasy; Friendship
Publish Date: September 3, 2018
Publisher: Mirror World Publishing
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Meet the Author:
Regan W. H. Macaulay writes novels, short stories, children’s literature, and scripts. Writing is her passion, but she’s also a producer and director of theatre, film, and television. She is an animal-enthusiast as well, which led her to become a Certified Canine (and Feline) Massage Therapist. Other award-winning picture storybooks by Regan W. H. Macaulay include Beverlee Beaz the Brown Burmese, Sloth the Lazy Dragon, and Tamara Turtle’s Life So Far. She is also the author of The Trilogy of Horrifically Half-baked Ham which includes Space Zombies! (based on her film, Space Zombies: 13 Months of Brain-Spinning Mayhem!—available on iTunes and on DVD), They Suck, and Horror at Terror Creek.
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Meet the Illustrator:
Wei Lu is an illustrator and graphic designer residing in Toronto. She grew up in China before studying at Nova Scotia’s College of Art and Design. She loves animals and make-believe characters of any kind and can bring them to life with a pencil and paper.
OATH OF A WARRIOR
Legends of the Fenian Warriors, Book 2
by Mary Morgan
Excerpt“Erina, mo ghrá,” he groaned, taking her mouth with savage intensity. She tasted of honey and spices, filling him completely and easing the torment that continually plagued him.Breaking free, he placed his hands on either side of the door. Giving her all of him required something more from Erina. Without the assurance of accepting him for what he was, Rory would be a lost man.Are ye certain ye want to ken all of me? I want ye as sure as the sun rises and sets over the land each day, but ken this, Erina—there is more to me than a simple bedding. There are things about me that might frighten ye. What I’m about to share with ye may cause ye to question my existence, or worse, my sanity.”Her laugh was seductive and soothing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “From the moment ye stepped through those trees that first day, I realized ye were not like any man I had encountered. It was as if the trees parted and ye came forth from inside them.” She brushed her fingers along his brow. “For one, ye have the most mesmerizing eyes and they shift colors.”“And the second?”Her face turned a rosy glow, yet, she held his gaze. “I thought your body chiseled from the old Gods, especially with all the markings on your back and arms.”His gaze swept over hers. “I am nae God, Erina, though some would call me a demon.”She traced a finger down along his arm and shook her head. “Ye are not a monster, but I am nae fool. Ye are not like other men, Rory. I have seen the markings on your body elsewhere.” Her finger curved around his shoulder and he trembled. “They are similar to the ones on the standing stones carved by the ancients.”Rory fought the tide of emotions sweeping through him. She had come to the conclusion all on her own. “And ye would not flee if I told ye I was one of those ancients? One where the bards wove tales of giants who lived thousands of years ago among your own people? Others would call the story incredulous and filled with heathen words.” He held his breath, fearing her reply.The smile she gave him speared straight to his soul. “Nae. I would not flee.”
Oath of a Oath of a Warrior by Mary Morgan is #2 in her amazing Scottish Historical Fantasy Romance, “Legends of the Fenian Warriors”. I feel it can be read as a stand alone. Well crafted with great world building. The characters are engaging and charming, they will capture your heart. The storyline is unpredictable, intriguing and captivating. I loved Rory MacGregor’s, a Fenian warrior, who has traveled the earth for thousands of years. He guards the realm between mortal and Fae. One mistake forces him on a journey to fix a broken time-line. Erina MacIntyre is a mortal known for her healing herbs, she is also called a “witch” by many, and who may just bring this legendary warrior to his knees. Ms. Morgan manages to weave a bit of magic, secrets, sacrifices, history, fate, tortured heroes, and time-travel into a mesmerizing Scottish Fantasy romance. A page turner from the first chapter to the last and lingers long into the night. Highly recommended for fans of historical Scottish Romance, fantasy, magic, fate, wonderful characters and a strong storyline. I look forward to book 3 in this amazing series. “I voluntarily received a complimentary copy, however, these are my honest opinions. I was in no way required nor compensated to write a review.”
Heat rating: mild
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Long ago, in a time of myth, a prince sailed from Galicia to Inisfail seeking revenge for the murder of his uncle by the High King…Sibrán expects to encounter an opposing army but instead is greeted by a beautiful woman who appears to be accompanied only by her faithful wolfhound. Aislinn bids him welcome, but he suspects she is a sorceress sent to kill him by the very king he plans to slay.
As they journey to the Fort of Kings, events prove that Aislinn does indeed possess powers beyond those of an ordinary human, yet he cannot deny he is inexorably drawn to her. He believes Destiny has brought him to Inisfail, but can he persuade Aislinn that she too is destined to play a role in the establishment of a new kingdom? Or will she remain forever the slave of the tyrant Moqorr who claims to be King of the Otherworld as well as Inisfail?
Perhaps they are all under the evil king’s spell.
I’m a Canadian author with a keen interest in genealogy. I write medieval romance about family honour, ancestry, and roots. My novels are intimate love stories full of passion and adventure.Passion conquers whatever obstacles a hostile medieval world can throw in its path. My page-turning adventures have earned me a place on Amazon’s All-Star list.
Besides writing, I have two addictions-crosswords and genealogy, probably the reason I love research. I am a fool for cats. My husband is an entrepreneur who is fond of boasting he’s never had a job.
I live on Canada’s scenic west coast now, but I was born and raised in the UK and I love breathing life into the history of my homeland.
Well written, with enticing characters and a unique storyline set against a Medevial Ireland background. While, at first it took me a bit to adjust to the names, which didn’t take me long, it was a captivating tale of good vs evil, myths, legends, magic, the otherworld, ancient Ireland, destiny, passion, vengeance, and love. Will Sibrán and Aislinn be able to defeat Moqorr and find their HEA, save the people of the Fort of Kings or lose all to their fate?
A powerful and captivating look into the Ancient World of Ireland, their fascinating myths and legends and the struggles faced even in ancient times. I enjoyed the H/H, their passion for people, and their desire to find an answer to their delimmas.
Anna Markland has once again proven herself a masterful storyteller and she never disappoints her readers with her power to intrigue and captivate her readers. I enjoyed “The Taking of Ireland” and look forward to the next adventure. A great read for fans of Irish legends, myths, magic and the promise of life and love. Another enjoyable read by Anna Markland! I strongly recommend reading “The Taking of Ireland”.
Heat rating: Mild
Reviewed by: AprilR
part of The Wild Rose Press’ “Help Wanted Series”by Laura Strickland
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The characters are flawed, but engaging and captivating. The storyline is unique, intriguing and utterly fascinating. A twist on the usual male looking for a wife. This one is a woman looking for a husband who will be a handiman, only.
In “The Hiring Fair”, Annie MacCallum, a healer, with a special, but dangerous “gift”, goes on Market Day seeking a husband. Enter, Tam Sutherland, a misplaced Highlander of the Clearances, who has suffered the brutality of the Clearances, where his hand was severely damaged and gnarled. Tam is hired to be her husband, but only as her handiman, Anna’s not seeking a husband in the true sense of the word, but they are quickly married. However,things definitely change between them, when hearts get involved.
Ned Randleigh, the evil factor, acting on behalf of the Laird, or so it’s believed. The Laird who is every sick and in Edinburgh, unaware of what’s happening in his absence.
Anna is being plagued by the vicious Ned, who takes advantage of the unmarried women of the village with brutality and cruelty. Which, is why Anna seeks a husband, hoping to dissuade Ned’s advances.
Ned Randleigh, the evil factor, acting on behalf of the Laird, or so it’s believed. Ned is determined to have Anna at all cost. If he can’t have her in his bed, he is willing to destroy those she holds dearest, including having her declared a”witch”, to have her in his bed and under his control. Will he kill her new husband, and destroy all she holds dear? Or can he be stopped before he destroys Tam, Anna and a way of life?
Fast paced, complex, emotionally charged, with brutality, sacrifice, vengeance, passion, a menagerie of wounded souls, both humans and animals, and the magic of faith, trust and love. Many twists and turns takes the reader on an emotional thrill ride, throughout. I was in tears, and my angst for these Highlanders was intense, I could not imagine what these women, especially, went though. Your heart will bleed for them, the horrors they faced, as well as their familes, the angst they must have faced, all due to the evils of one man, Ned, the factor.
“The Hiring Fair” is an awesome read! I enjoy Ms. Strictland’s stories, but, have to said, this was one of her best yet, to me. But, then I enjoy Highland stories, the magic of love and trust. Tissues needed! All I can say is WOW! Powerful storytelling, Ms. Markland! This was not your everyday, Scottish Romance.
Fans of Scottish Romance with a twist, the Highland Clearances, myths, and the magic of faith, are sure to enjoy “The Hiring Fair”. What a unique and mesmerizing tale! Strongly recommended!
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Heat rating: Mild
Reviewed by: AprilR
A fantastic Historical Fiction with so many facets interwoven into the story. The characters are endearing and complex, as well as, the storyline.
Alden Du Lac, once King of Cerniw, who loses everything, his kingdom, his people, his country and captured by an enemy, he didn’t see coming. They were supposed to be allies. He is tortured, beaten, whipped, sentence to death, and left hanging on a whipping post, bloodied and weakened.
Annis, only daughter of the Saxon King Cervix of Wessex, a cruel and brutal father, King and man. He was also supposed to be Alden’s ally, but he betrayed him, razed his Kingdom, and either killed or scattered his people.
Annis, defies her father, her King and her country to save Alden, the man she has loved from afar. Alden and Annis are on the run for their lives, hunted, betrayed but also find passion and love, along the way.
Steeped with treachery, betrayal, challenges, a father’s cruelty, secrets, conflicts, lies, deception, adversity, danger and so much more.
The resilience of Annis and Alden is simply captivating and mesmerizing!
Alden is presumed dead by some, his youngest brother missing, and it is hard to tell who is foe or friend.
An epic love story that will hold the reader in awe from the first page to the last and beyond. With political and court intrigue, bravery, honor, and love, it is simply hard to turn away from this fast paced, dangerous and magnificent treasure. Insufferable adversaries lurks, and dangers on every horizon for Alden and Annis. But these two strong, determined characters continue on though, the odds are against them, surviving.
Written flawlessly, uniquely and timelessly captivating! A timeless tale of Kings, love, sacrifice and honor. A breathtaking Historical Fiction, and one I’d highly recommend.
My only complaint, are the several unanswered questions. I think ithe will be amazing to learn the secrets of the families secrets. There is more to this story than meets the eye. No cliffhanger. A satisfying ending. But, Alden and Annis’ story continues in “The Pitchfork Rebellion: The Du Lac Chronicles” novella, available now Free.
I can’t wait for the next installment of “The Du Lac Chronicles”. Ms. Yarde has written an exceptional Historical Fiction based on Arthurian Legend. Well worth your time to read!
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Heat rating: Sweet-Mild *due to violence, no true graphic*
Reviewed by: AprilR
“If the merfolk were real, imagine how they might feel about the way we humans treat the ocean. That was my premise for Sins Against the Sea, a story deeply steeped in the mythology and folklore of the Scottish isles.”
–Nina Mason, author
Cordelia Parker, an oil company spokeswoman, has never believed in magic, despite her late mother’s fanciful stories. Then, during an oil spill in Scotland’s mysterious Minch, her reality is shattered when she stumbles upon a merman in a hidden cave. Even more shocking, she feels the same soul-level connection to him she felt for the ocean before it claimed both her parents.
A fish out of water in his sexist culture, Cuan feels a powerful attraction to Cordelia, but, because she knows what he is, he is duty-bound to kill her. If humankind discovers the Blue Men of the Minch are real, they will destroy them the way they destroy the ocean, whose abundance belongs at once to all and none. Thus, the only way he can have a life with her is to prove she is more than she appears, trust her with his secrets, and give up his undersea world.
With so many obstacles to overcome, they will need a miracle to be together…or maybe just a splash of ancient island magic.
Here’s more about the author of Sins Against the Sea:
Nina Mason is an incurable romantic who strives to write the same kind of books she loves to read: those that entertain, edify, educate, and enlighten. She has one series out at present, Royal Pains, which follows a Scottish duke and duchess through the events of the Restoration period.
Born and raised in Southern California, Ms. Mason currently lives with her family in Woodstock, Georgia. When she isn’t writing, she works as a consultant for Pure Romance, a line of relationship-enhancement products. Nina combines author readings with in-home Pure Romance parties. She also does Pure Romance parties on Facebook. For more information, email her at email@example.com.
Nina is the author of two other series: Royal Pains, an erotic historical romp set in the Restoration era, and Knights of the Tarot, a paranormal romance/urban fantasy featuring shapeshifting faery heroes and various forms of divination.
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Fans of Fantasy are sure to enjoy this book, as well as, romance readers of Folklore, Mythology, and Fairy Tales.
Ms. Mason has done it again with her latest release, “Sins Against the Sea”. A must read! Very enjoyable and satisfying! I look forward to the next tale from Ms. Mason. She never fails to keep her readers engaged, and entranced with her stories. Pick up your copy today, you will be glad you did.
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Heat rating: Hot /Steamy
Reviewed by: AprilR
“I thrust my hand toward the sky as my voice begs the Elemental inside me to waken and rise. But it’s no use. The curse I’ve spent my entire life abhorring—the thing I trained so hard to control—no longer exists.”
Nym risked her life to save Faelen, her homeland, from a losing war, only to discover that the shapeshifter Draewulf has stolen everything she holds dear. But when the repulsive monster robs Nym of her storm-summoning abilities as well, the beautiful Elemental realizes her war is only just beginning.
Now powerless to control the elements that once emboldened her, Nym stows away on an airship traveling to the metallic kingdom of Bron. She must stop Draewulf. But the horrors he’s brought to life and the secrets of Bron are more than Nym bargained for. Then the disturbing Lord Myles tempts her with new powers that could destroy the monster, and Nym must decide whether she can compromise in the name of good even if it costs her very soul.
As she navigates the stark industrial cityscape of Bron, Nym is faced with an impossible choice: change the future with one slice of a blade . . . or sacrifice the entire kingdom for the one thing her heart just can’t let go.
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Reprinted with permission from Thomas Nelson; Copyright © 2015 by Mary Weber
I glare at the closed door, simultaneously holding my throat while cursing that illegitimate bolcrane offspring to come back.
I can’t stop shaking. Exhale. Inhale. His scent is everywhere, piercing my nostrils, digging down my throat until I’m gagging on smoke and pulling myself up to scramble around the broken glass and ice. No no no no no! I lunge for the charred window and push my face out into the night air. The noise below is deafening—as if my erratic weather bursts only encouraged the people’s frenzy.
I concentrate on breathing. Another inhale to clear my burning throat.
My body sways heavily and shakes harder, and for a second I swear my veins seize up.
I frown at my arms. What did he do to me?
“Focus on the atmosphere, Nym,” I can almost hear Eogan whisper. “It’s yours to control.”
I shut my eyes and lean in, yearning to feel him against achy skin and chest cavity where, until a few minutes ago, my world existed. “I can’t focus,” I whisper. I don’t want to focus.
No! I can’t do this without you.
But the moment slows anyway.
“Focus on the atmosphere.”
I grit my teeth and open my eyes.
I shove my hand toward the sky.
Not even a breath of wind stirs as the golden candle bulbs rise into the now-perfect, starry heavens.
I try again. And again—this time with both hands. Then with my voice, begging the Elemental inside to waken and rise.
But it’s no use.
The curse I’ve spent my entire life abhorring—the thing I trained so hard to control with Eogan. No. Longer. Exists.
Just as Eogan no longer exists.
“Are you jesting?” A scream rushes my lungs and explodes from my lips, but it’s hollow and heartless, with no thunder to back it up. Like the voice of a powerless child, it drowns into the party noise below. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!”
I turn back to my room, pick up the largest glass shards with my good hand, and hurl them at the walls, the fireplace, the door. How this happened I don’t know—I scarcely looked away from Eogan as he fought Draewulf at the Keep. Only a matter of moments. And afterward—when he was talking to his generals . . .
His skin had looked sallow. Bruised. Bloody. With that incision behind his neck.
My stomach turns. The thought of Draewulf slicing him open while I stood feet away—of Eogan dying, his essence being absorbed by the monster wearing him like a shell of flesh . . . I fling a thick glass spike into the door. Then another, and another.
The last one thuds so hard it creates a crack across the overlay just as a knock sounds on the other side.
“Miss?” a man’s clipped voice calls through.
“I’ve been asked to summon you to the banquet.”
What? I look around. Now? An awareness of what I’m supposed to be doing sinks in, as does the roomful of dissipating smoke and broken glass and the blood covering my palms that are somehow sliced like ribbons.
Oh kracken. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to do this. I bend over as my head spins, bringing bile up my throat. “Why didn’t you just kill me too?” I yell at Draewulf.
“To hulls with your blasted banquet,” I snap loud enough for the man to hear. But I go ahead and dab my hands on my dress and step over to the washbasin to dunk them in case he barges in.
The cold water burns like litches. It scalds and sears the smoke from my head—enough to register the fact that not only am I supposed to be at the banquet, but Draewulf left me functioning enough to attend it. I steady my trembling arms. Bite my lip. Whatever he’s planning, he kept me alive to watch.
“Miss.” The man’s voice comes again with a more insistent knock. “Please. We need to hurry.”
Narrowing my eyes, I shove my blasted feelings so deep that the numb rises and spreads over them in a thin, fragile layer. Just go see what he’s got planned.
I grab the drying cloth and stride to the door. I yank it open find one of the captain’s guards. Tannin, if I recall, with his brown eyes, brown skin, and hair that sticks up like a thatched roof.
His expression is full of admiration as he tips his head politely. “The celebration—” He stalls, and I watch the discreet slide of his eyes down my white waist-length Elemental hair to my blood-smeared dress. He makes a shocked noise in the back of his throat.
“I’ll be a few minutes.” I shut the door and, turning back to the water-basin table, pull one of my knives from its sheath. Shakily, I use it to shred the drying cloth into strips and tie the material around my bleeding palms, pressing them hard until the oozing subsides, then walk to the wardrobe King Sedric had someone fill with the lavish-type dresses we both despise. Not because they’re not gorgeous—they are—but because they’re a disgusting waste of money when the peasant population has spent the last forty years starving.
I pull out a sleeveless black gown with no layers or buttons, which makes it easy to slip into despite my sliced palms and my left hand’s fingers that are permanently curled inward almost to a fist. The fingers that never healed right after Brea, owner fourteen, took a mallet to them when my lightning strike took her husband’s sight because he couldn’t keep his anger to himself.
Once on, the dress shimmers and flows around my frame. A look in the mirror while I carefully drag a brush down my hair shows the dress does more than flow and cling. The color sets off the black trellis of owner- and memorial-tattooed markings circling my bare arms. It darkens them, making them look eerie. Uncomfortable.
I pick up my sheath of knives and strap the blades to my calf, then tug my dress over them. I firm my jaw. Hold it together, Nym. At least until you figure out what the kracken to do.
Except everything within me whispers that I already know what I need to do.
“Miss?” The man taps on the door again.
I lift my chin and straighten my unsteady shoulders. And harden my blue eyes before forcing the falsest grin I’ve ever smiled and walking over to open the blood-smeared, glass-impaled door.
Tannin’s still standing there. He doesn’t offer an arm. The veneration in his gaze is shadowed by a flash of fear. He’s afraid to touch me.
I almost give a caustic laugh. Up until twenty minutes ago he should’ve been terrified.
Now? “I’m as impotent as you are,” I nearly tell him.
“Glad you could join us.” His expression edges back toward that ridiculous awe that the guards and knights and so many in Faelen are newly inclined to place on me. I frown. He looks about to say something further but seems to think better of it and waits until I shut the door before falling in beside me. “King Sedric sent me to persuade you.”
I nod stiffly.
“He’s requested to see you,” he prods. “And I must say what an impression your style will make this evening.” His eyes dip to my wrapped palms. “Very . . . stunning.”
My attempt at politeness falters. I can’t do it. I clench my teeth and let my glare smolder down the corridor in front of us, and after a moment he, smartly, seals his mouth like a tomb.
One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes eke by until we reach the Great Hall. Before he leads me in, Tannin turns to face me. His cheeks are blushing like berries and suddenly he’s fumbling a crisp, folded kerchief from beneath his guard doublet and holding it out to me. “Miss, I was wondering if you’d mind giving a token, a kiss perhaps, for me to take home.”
I stare at him.
He smiles as if he’s serious.
Is he insane? Up until a week ago my kiss would’ve been considered a curse. “I’m not a lady for knights to request tokens from,” I mutter, and go to push past him.
“It’s for my daughter.”
I peer at him. Loosen my jaw. “How old is she?”
“Eight. And she’s real proud of what you’ve done for us—for Faelen.”
A moment longer and I hold out my hand for the cloth and place it against my lips in what is the most awkward thing I’ve ever done in my life. “Tell her it’s the innocent who died in battle who deserve her respect, not the warriors who lived,” I say, returning it to him. “Especially not one who was only there because of accidental powers.”
He blushes even darker. “Yes, miss. Thank you, miss.”
I go to stride past him but catch the look as he drops his gaze. I hesitate. “Tell her it’s people like her father she should respect,” I say softer. “The ones who serve because they have faith in justice.”
He peers up and his eyes widen, then sparkle, and I try not to feel ill while turning to enter the shiny balcony.
The space is already filled with heavily perfumed people, most of whom are looking down upon the enormous lower room that’s stuffed to the walls with prominent individuals fawning over food-heavy tables and a minicarnival.
I shake off the embarrassing cloth-kissing and dart my gaze about for Eogan-turned-Draewulf as acrobats, panther-monkeys, and even a baby oliphant prance around on the stage below. Behind them, giant arched windows and mural-painted walls up against the open doors and outside patios, giving the room a depth that brings the frescoed firefly trees and Hythra Crescent Mountains to life.
I search the corners for Eogan, but only find vedic harpies swinging from cages, humming their songs about the sea. Their music is enough to trigger a bizarre homesickness for my previous owner Adora’s home and her parties with Eogan and Colin. I purse my lips. Who’d have thought I’d miss anything about that woman?
Turning my eyes, I tune them out even as my stiff shoulders threaten to buckle. Blasted hulls, Eogan, why couldn’t you have let me shield you?
Find him and do what you have to, Nym.
“This way, miss.” Tannin beckons me to the crowd in the center of the loft where he proceeds to weave me around their warm bodies. The elegant people fall away from us with eager glances and murmurs. Some are already too full of wine to walk decently, but apparently not enough to prevent them from noticing my sea-blue eyes and everything else about me that shouts Elemental.
“They say she took down Bron’s airships with a single lightning strike,” someone excitedly whispers.
“Two,” another says. “The first took out the archers.”
“No, no, she used her breath. Inhaled the wind and blew them back to Bron.”
I raise a brow and can’t help the smirk at that one. It fades as soon as my chest tightens with the rawness of not having Colin beside me. He would’ve laughed and never let me hear the end of it. My breath? I straighten. Keep walking.
“Either way, do you think it wise having her at the High Court? Look at those bandages on her hands. Are we certain she’s safe?”
“No, but it doesn’t matter. Rumor is she’ll be invited to leave for Bron with King Eogan soon.”
“Figures,” a man’s voice titters too loudly. “Anyone can tell she’s vying to be that man’s queen. Can you imagine? A week ago she was a slave. As if she’d know the first thing about court life. Now, if it was that visiting Cashlin princess, Rasha . . .”
I keep my head up and don’t give them the luxury of knowing that my ears are, in fact, clearly working even if the man’s insults are more comforting than any of the praise. I look around. Where is Princess Rasha? Less than an hour ago she was in my room playing with knives and hinting encouragements about Eogan. How did she not see this coming with Draewulf?
Tannin stops and I almost trip over him onto King Sedric, who’s speaking with men I recognize as part of the High Council. In their shiny green doublets and pointy-heeled shoes, they remind me of the garish Adora. Especially beside His Royal Highness who’s as boyish-looking and underdressed as ever. I curtsy as protocol dictates and nod at his guards nearby. They visibly relax and my hard eyes soften a bit at this man-boy who’s two years older than me—nineteen—but seems twenty more, and who fought without flinching at Eogan’s and my side.
He stops speaking and turns a kind smile. “Nym.”
“I’m pleased you could make it down this evening.”
“I’m honored to be invited.” My throat tightens. Tell him about Eogan.
His merry gaze falls on my clothbound palms and narrows with apparent concern. “I hope you know this celebration is as much in praise to you as it is the treaty.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty, but the gratitude is rightly placed on your shoulders.” My eyes flick behind him, beyond the guards, in search of Eogan. You have to tell him, Nym. I clench my fingers and feel the pain from the cuts shoot up my arms.
Tell him you’re all in danger.
I open my mouth again.
But my tongue thickens and heat clogs my throat. I don’t know how to do it. I can’t make the words come out from my lips that will sentence Eogan’s body to death by the hands of someone who hardly knows him. Even if Sedric is my king. “You have my respect and gratitude,” I whisper instead. “Especially regarding your mercy toward my Elemental race.”
King Sedric grins and glances at the councilmen who are sloshing the drinks they’ve raised in our direction. He leans politely toward me. “I’d relish the chance to speak with you about your heritage as well as the plight of the Faelen citizens, if I may have the honor of a dance later this evening?”
I nod before retreating so he can return to his conversation.
“Good luck, miss,” Tannin says, and, with a grateful wink and a half bow, leaves me alone in a sea of people I barely know who’re full of blatant gawks and wearing giant, poofed hats that look exactly like the black-and-red Bron airships. Complete with larva-shaped balloons.
I swallow and head to the balcony’s ledge and glare over it. Colin and Eogan should be here with me, mocking the ridiculousness of the outfits, of the luxury, listening while I scream that Draewulf is not dead.
Instead I swear I hear their ghosts whispering that he’s going to wipe out this entire room and take Faelen. Just like he tried to at the Keep.
I grit my teeth and lean over the gilt railing to peer down below to look for him.
The lights flicker oddly, urging me to hurry my scan of the faces. Where is he?
Nervous chuckles break out as the candle lights blink again. I straighten and look up just as the glow flickers a third time and the crowd’s laughter ceases.
“What’s going on?” someone whispers. “Who’s putting out the lights?”
“There are few things more exciting to discover than a debut novel packed with powerful storytelling and beautiful language. STORM SIREN is one of those rarities. I’ll read anything Mary Weber writes. More, please!” -Jay Asher, New York Times bestselling author of THIRTEEN REASONS WHY
“Storm Siren is a riveting tale from start to finish. Between the simmering romance, the rich and inventive fantasy world, and one seriously jaw-dropping finale, readers will clamor for the next book–and I’ll be at the front of the line!” –MARISSA MEYER, New York Times bestselling author of the Lunar Chronicles
“I raise my chin as the buyers stare. Yes. Look. You don’t want me. Because, eventually, accidentally, I will destroy you.”
In a world at war, a slave girl’s lethal curse could become one kingdom’s weapon of salvation. If the curse – and the girl – can be controlled.
As a slave in the war-weary kingdom of Faelen, seventeen-year-old Nym isn’t merely devoid of rights, her Elemental kind are only born male and always killed at birth – meaning, she shouldn’t even exist.
Standing on the auction block beneath smoke-drenched mountains, Nym faces her fifteenth sell. But when her hood is removed and her storm-summoning killing curse revealed, Nym is snatched up by a court advisor and given a choice: be trained as the weapon Faelen needs to win the war, or be killed.
Choosing the former, Nym is unleashed into a world of politics, bizarre parties, and rumors of an evil more sinister than she’s being prepared to fight . . . not to mention the handsome trainer whose dark secrets lie behind a mysterious ability to calm every lightning strike she summons.
But what if she doesn’t want to be the weapon they’ve all been waiting for?
Set in a beautifully eclectic world of suspicion, super abilities, and monsters, Storm Siren is a story of power. And whoever controls that power will win.
About the Author:
Mary Weber is a ridiculously uncoordinated girl plotting to take over make-believe worlds through books, handstands, and imaginary throwing knives. In her spare time, she feeds unicorns, sings 80’s hairband songs to her three muggle children, and ogles her husband who looks strikingly like Wolverine. They live in California, which is perfect for stalking L.A. bands, Joss Whedon, and the ocean. Her debut YA fantasy novel, STORM SIREN, is available now in bookstores and online, and SIREN’S FURY (book 2 in the trilogy) will be out June, 2015 from TN HarperCollins.