Hello Readers! It's been so long since I've posted anything new here and I do apologize. My author schedule has kept me quite busy this year, especially for the month of May (I have three big book events coming up at the end of the month, so I might be scarce in the coming weeks :P). Anyway, I do have some good news!
Meghan and Cade are back in a BRAND NEW short story that will be published EXCLUSIVELY in the upcoming Faery Tales bundle - publication date May 18th, 2015!
As I often like to do, I am posting a preview of this newest addition to the Otherworld Series (the first chapter!). Faeleahn is around 30,000 words (about the length of Ehriad, for those of you who have read that one). Below I'll include the blurb, as well as the first chapter, for you to check out. I hope you enjoy it and keep an eye on my Facebook page and, for those of you signed up for my newsletters, your inboxes as well. I'll be sending out a special newsletter and posting the links when the ebook is up and running. Until then, happy reading!
I blinked at my
reflection, my Faelorehn eyes shifting from one color to the next. I tried to get them to settle on a blue shade
to go with my dress, but my nerves were too wired. In less than an hour, I would be Mrs. Caedehn
MacRoich, Lady of Castle Luathara.
During that hectic stretch of days, when Cade and I had traipsed about
the countryside, spreading the word of our upcoming wedding, I didn’t have a
nervous bone in my body. Now that the
day had finally arrived, I was ready to fall to pieces.
MacRoich and Meghan Elam have been through more trials and tribulations than
most young couples can imagine. Despite
the constant presence of a malevolent goddess bent on destroying them both, and
the High Queen Danua doing her best to keep them apart, Meghan and Cade have
persevered through it all. Hardship,
pain, mistrust and even death have hounded them nearly as mercilessly as the
Morrigan's Cumorrig, yet they never lost sight of one another, or the love that
kept them strong through it all.
Now Cade and
Meghan are ready to make their relationship official, to pledge their souls to
one another in a traditional bonding ceremony of Eile. Before the wedding, however, they must inform
everyone of their intentions. A month
after Cade's proposal, he and Meghan embark upon a two week journey to tell
their family and friends of their plans.
Although the goal is to share the news of their upcoming wedding, the
faelah bounty hunter and the princess of Erintara grow even closer as their
love is reflected back to them by those they hold most dear.
AND NOW, A SNEAK PEEK AT FAELEAHN - A NOVELLA OF THE OTHERWORLD ...
AVAILABLE MAY 18TH, 2015 EXCLUSIVELY IN THE FAERY TALES COLLECTION!
I woke to the sound of spring birds
chirping outside the window, their boisterous songs filling the air with joy
and promise. Although I was no longer
asleep, I kept my eyes shut, not yet willing to let in the brightness of the
morning sunshine. I could feel it pouring
in through the tall windows. I knew
instinctively, without even reaching across the wide mattress, that Cade was
already up. Ever since the ordeal with
the Morrigan - his warmongering, glamour-hungry hag of a mother - came to its
climactic closure, I had noticed a change in the both of us. It wasn’t so much a physical change, or, more
precisely, it wasn’t a physical change at all.
It was something different, an awareness just beneath my skin. I imagined this alteration had a lot to do
with our glamour. Perhaps all the time
we spent together had trained my magic to recognize his on a level far deeper
than I had previously realized. It was
as if my magic could reach out and connect with Cade’s without my even being
aware of it. Then again, it could simply
be a side effect of my being completely and unquestionably in love.
Grinning like a fool, I stretched and
reached out across the mattress. As I
had expected, Cade wasn’t there. I tried
not to feel disappointed. I knew he
wasn’t far. Probably out on the patio or
walking through the garden. He might
have already dressed and gone down to his study, but he wouldn’t be riding the
acreage with Speirling today or venturing into Kellston to address any concerns
the townspeople might have. Today, we
were leaving Luathara for a time, and we planned on heading out long before
Taking a deep breath and letting it out
slowly, I allowed my eyes to flutter open.
The room was indeed bathed in golden light, the rich color bringing life
to the hues in the tapestries, rugs and drapes hanging around our four poster
bed. For a few moments, I simply lay
there, cocooned in the soft sheets, tracing the embroidered design in the
comforter. Even after all I had been
through in the past few years, I still woke sometimes, sucking in my breath at
the absurdity of it all. Three years
ago, I had been one of the awkward nerds at my high school. I had started out my junior year the same way
I approached the previous two: keeping my head down and focusing on getting
good grades, so I might get into a reputable college someday. I had lived a typical teenage life, and other
than my moments of insanity when I thought I saw monsters and imagined I heard
weird voices, I thought I was pretty normal.
How wrong I had been.
Rolling over in bed, I crooked my elbow
and rested my cheek against my hand. I
was facing the glass doors that opened out onto the terrace just outside the
room Cade and I shared. The doors were
open, the cool breeze of early spring flowing in and making the gossamer drapes
dance like cheerful specters. The air
smelled of lingering frost and the sweet flowers that dared to open this early
in Eile. And beneath it all, I could
smell the faint, unique scent of wild glamour.
I breathed it all in as I stretched once again.
A small movement out of the corner of my
eye distracted me for a second. I shot
my gaze toward the balcony once more, just making out the shape of a tall
figure. The corners of my mouth curved
up, and I felt my body flush with joy.
Cade. Even after having known him
for three years, and having survived everything we’d been through since, I
still got chills when I looked at him.
Well over six feet tall and built like a Celtic god, Caedehn MacRoich
was the image of any young woman’s fantasies.
I thought back to the first time I had seen him, wondering how I had
kept my cool long enough to string more than two coherent thoughts
together. Alright, if I was being honest
with myself, I had fallen for his charms quite quickly. In fact, the sensible Meghan Elam would have
smacked the love-struck version of myself upside the head. Before seeing Cade in all his Otherworldly
glory, I would never have gone for a guy like him. He was too beautiful, too large, too
frightening. Yet, I had kept going back
for more. I had agreed to meet him and
listen as he slowly peeled back the wool from my eyes. And I had fallen fast and hard. Yet, I didn’t regret any of the decisions
that had brought me to this point in my life.
True, Cade and I had been through trials and tribulations, many of them
so horrifying I don’t wish to reminisce on them. But because of those tests, we had grown
closer than ever.
I bit my lip and glanced down at my
wrist, admiring the beautifully woven and bejeweled bracelet secured
there. It wasn’t just any bracelet, though. This was the piece of jewelry Cade had given
to me over a month ago, when he had asked me to marry him. Another flurry of chills coursed through me,
and I sighed. The day Cade proposed had
been one of the happiest days of my life and I only imagined those days would
grow happier. After all, we were
Faelorehn, and we were immortal. And, we
no longer had the Morrigan hunting us like wild game.
I smiled again as I rose from the bed,
bringing a sheet with me in lieu of clothing.
As I headed for the open doors, I felt my powerful glamour well up and
reach out toward Cade’s. For so long, we
had fought against our common enemy, and finally, finally, we were going to start our new life together.
The sun had been up for at least an
hour, yet the stubborn frost of winter still coated the hills surrounding
Luathara. I had slipped out of bed only
ten minutes ago, reluctant to leave Meghan alone, but my sleep had been
restless again. Ever since defeating the
Morrigan’s army a few months ago, I hadn’t been able to relax. One would think that destroying the goddess
responsible for so many years of my misery and suffering would be enough to
banish all the demons that haunted me, but for some reason or another, it
wasn’t. I had a terrible feeling that
although my tormentor was now nothing more than a memory, her evil glamour and
negative influence were still strong contenders for dominance in this
world. That would explain my lingering
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath
in through my nose, scenting the early spring air for danger. It was pointless, really. I couldn’t really smell danger on the wind,
but one never knew. I could most
certainly smell faelah if they were near.
The very thought brought a sneer to my face. Yes, my mother’s leftovers still plagued our
world, but I could deal with those in time.
A sudden gust of light wind sent a chill through my blood. I lifted my arms and crossed them over my
chest. I hadn’t dressed completely after
rising from bed, and at the moment, I wore a pair of loose pants and one of my
thin linen shirts, and neither was keeping off the cold.
Just as I was about to abandon my survey
of Luathara’s landscape, a pair of familiar arms wrapped themselves around my
torso, and I felt Meghan press her warm body up against mine. I leaned my head back and to the side,
allowing my eyelids to drift shut.
“Hello, my love,” I murmured, relishing
Meghan’s body heat as it took the chill off my own skin.
“What are you doing standing out in the
cold?” she wondered, in a sleepy voice.
I huffed a breath, trying to will my
worry away. “Just thinking,” I answered.
I smiled. My ever curious Meghan. Shrugging, I answered, “Many things, but
right now I’m thinking about our upcoming journey.”
Meghan lit up at that. I knew because I could sense the change in
her glamour. It had been snoozing
quietly beside her heart, but now, it was pulsing with joyful curiosity. She had become so much better at controlling
her own power since the battle against the Morrigan, and I couldn’t be more
proud of her.
I turned to face her then, grinning
rakishly when I noticed what she was wearing, or rather, what she wasn’t wearing.
As if she could read my thoughts, Meghan
gave me her own impish smile and pulled the sheet more tightly about herself.
“What time is it?” she asked, dancing
out of my reach.
Giving up on my attempts at seduction, I
exhaled and answered her, “Between eight and nine in the morning.”
She gasped and dashed toward her chest
of drawers. “We had better get moving,
then. Good thing we packed last night!”
I chuckled and stepped fully into our
bedroom, tugging my shirt over my head as I did so. “Relax.
We have plenty of time.”
Despite my reassurance, both Meghan and
I were dressed and hauling our travel packs down the stairs within half an
Briant, my steward, greeted us in the
entrance hall with a stack of documents he wanted me to look over one last time
before we left.
“Briant,” I complained as I set my pack
down, “we’ll be in the mortal world for no more than two days, then we’ll stop
back here to get clean clothes before heading to the Weald. I have taken care of everything, and you will
do fine in my absence. You have managed
quite well before.”
The Faelorehn man gave me a stern look
and huffed out a breath of air. “Yes, I
know, but it is still best when the signature and directions come from you.”
I took the papers and glanced over them quickly,
added my signature to the ones that needed it, then handed them back to Briant.
Melvina, Briant’s wife, came bursting
out of the kitchen carrying a dish cloth stuffed full of something giving off a
“Scones,” she exclaimed, shoving them at
Meghan. “Since you insist on leaving so
Meghan dug around in the cloth and
pulled out a hot scone. She took a bite
out of it and closed her eyes in bliss.
“Thank you, Melvina,” she managed, around a mouthful. “And can you blame me? I’m going to see my family for the first time
In her state of excitement, she reached
out and gave the woman a tight hug.
Melvina only chittered in feigned embarrassment while Meghan offered a
scone to me.
“Thank you, both of you, for looking out
for Luathara. While we’re gone this time
and for all the times before and those to come,” I said, giving them each a
“Luathara is as much our home as it is yours,
Cade,” Briant insisted. “Now, go on. Your friends and families have waited long
enough to receive the news of your engagement.”
With a quick smile, I escorted Meghan
outside where the horses and our spirit guides waited. Both Speirling and Lasair had been led into
the courtyard by Cormac, the new stable master.
They were completely free of the usual tack since they would return to
the stable once they dropped Meghan and me off at the dolmarehn.
After helping Meghan onto Lasair, I
mounted Speirling, casting Fergus a questioning glance.
faelah I should know about?
smelled, heard, or seen any, the white wolfhound responded.
Good. Perhaps they’ve moved on.
likely, they are lying low for the time being.
I nodded grimly. Fergus was right. I couldn’t hope they had all simply
disappeared from Luathara land. Some of
them had started developing a will and life force of their own over the
years. I feared there were even more of
them out there, wreaking havoc and spreading their dark magic even though their
mistress was no more.
Shoving my dismal thoughts aside, I
turned Speirling toward the gate. I
could worry about my mother’s lingering black taint on Eile when Meghan and I
returned from our trip. We had the
mortal world, the Weald, the Dagda’s abode and Erintara to visit before we
returned home to make the final plans for the wedding, and we had only a couple
of weeks to do it in.
Clicking my tongue at Speirling, I encouraged
him into a quicker stride, checking to make sure Meghan and Lasair kept
up. Meridian swooped through the sky
above us, and Fergus kept pace with the horses as we crossed the rolling fields
of Luathara. We made it to the dolmarehn
an hour after leaving the castle and bid farewell to the horses.
Gathering up our packs, Meghan and I
stepped into the cave together. Fergus
and Meridian had gone in already and would meet us in the mortal world.
“Are you ready, Meghan?” I asked
quietly, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close.
She tilted her head back and looked up
at me with her beautiful hazel eyes.
They darkened to honey gold for a split second before melting into
“Of course,” she smiled.
Stepping away, but keeping a firm grip
on her hand, I winked back at her. “Then
let’s go tell your family the good news.”