I’m excited to announce the Cover Reveals for my first published book in a year. It’s a great time to return to Elphyne. Keep reading for a look at the paperback and hardcovers, but also to read a teaser snippet and to enter a special Fae Guardians Giveaway.

The Mini Blurb

River’s best friend’s betrayal left him scarred, flightless, and furious. Nothing will stop him from delivering justice.

But then Blake Hartley shows up – a glittery, stubborn human with a knack for fixing broken things and a potty mouth that makes his feathers twitch.

When their bond snaps into place, he becomes desperate to deny the one thing he swore off: love. 

Because crow shifters don’t mate like other Fae. When they fall, they FIXATE.

Read the full length blurb on the product page here

The Book Covers

The eBook

The Hardcover

The Paperback

New Release Details

I don’t have an exact date for the availability of the print editions. It depends on the printer and their lead times. But I don’t think it will be much longer after release. Stay tuned. 

The audiobook is in the works. We’ve only just begun to source narrators, and as this book is twice as long, we could still be waiting a few months. 

The ebook is in Kindle Unlimited.

Read the Excerpt

There.

He gasped. Stumbled. Stared and felt his heart ache. She was so beautiful that only a rainbow dared clothe her. Sparkling fabric hugged her curves like a second skin from shoulders to hips to…

“Fuck me,” he breathed, stifling a groan as his gaze slowly dragged down, down, her smooth, toned legs.

But it wasn’t just her body that stirred something awake within him. Her long, dark hair was a maelstrom of ever-shifting hues where the sunlight caressed it. Each sparkle peppered light into that dark, empty expanse trapped inside his ribcage. The colors faded as she lingered in the shade of the canopy, and all he wanted to do was drag her back into the open.

Caw caw.

His gaze snapped up to the crows lining the canopies across the way. Each locked their razor-sharp focus on the jewels adorning the pretty female’s body. Deep in conversation with a vendor, she remained oblivious to their predatory interest.

She was the rare treasure a small crow army had gathered to steal.

A stirring within him gave birth to a dark, territorial urge. He flicked Peacemaker on his belt, launching an armada of light shards at the crows, warning them of his presence.

A clatter of cawing, scrambling, and feathers fluttering answered his warning. Some surrendered their hunt, while others merely hopped to new positions, waiting for an opportunity. A change of heart.

It wouldn’t happen.

Wait.

What the fuck was he doing? He shouldn’t be here stalking treasure, no matter how viscerally he’d reacted to it. He had the customary gifts for his family. He should visit the palace to check his wings so he and Ash could join the pilgrimage to the Great Murder.

Colorful dots of light swam over his face, moving as she moved.

Fuck it.

A short delay wouldn’t hurt.

He only needed to wait for the sun’s warmth to fade for the appeal to wear off. He casually leaned against a nearby stall, folded his arms, and returned his curious gaze to her hair. Her damp, tangled hair.

Unusual.

She was barefoot, too.

The dress sparkled, yes, but it hung in tatters. Goosebumps pebbled her olive skin as she swayed slightly. But what was that dress made of? Not glass or gems, surely. Or metal, either. They’d be too heavy to cling to her curves like that, which left … plastic.

Air whooshed from River’s lungs.

Was she an old-worlder?

The Well wants what it wants.

His eye twitched. Panic flared beneath his skin.

Run.

Fly.

His traitorous feet refused to budge. His broken wings wouldn’t carry him far. And something in her body language sent alarm skating down his spine.

River glanced between the grimy vendor and the woman as she collected her bejeweled brick, clutching it as if it were her last possession. She turned to leave and slammed into a stocky satyr blocking her exit, his shoulders broad from years of hauling crates.

The remaining crows cawed angrily, warning the new horned threat away from their prize. Every instinct screamed for River to walk away. Let this local murder claim her. She was surely an old-worlder whose heart would inevitably drag him into suffering.

Yet somehow, he inched closer.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” The vendor sneered at the human. “Told you they’re everywhere.”

The sparkling woman turned, and a riot of rainbow starlight exploded across River’s face. He shielded his eyes, momentarily blinded and stunned by the surge of euphoria it wrought.

“You’re a Guardian?” Her voice quivered.

River froze. Had she noticed him? But as he lowered his hand, he realized she addressed the stocky satyr.

“Give me your contraband, lady,” the impostor growled, gesturing at her jeweled brick. At rings on her finger. “Or you’re dead.”

River’s jaw slackened. This dick-monkey was impersonating a Guardian—the audacity.

And the vendor was complicit, right under his nose.

Had the whispered warnings of his arrival not reached them? Were they owl-brained?

As shock ebbed, River recognized the gift before him. A little fun was exactly what he needed to snap the sense back into him.

The dirty-faced vendor spotted him first. Her doe eyes widened to rival the moon. But the satyr remained oblivious as River stopped behind him. Good. All the more fun to peck out his eyes.

“How do I know he’s a Guardian?” the human asked the vendor. “I want to see credentials.”

The husky, defiant note in her voice urged him to lean over the satyr’s shoulder and wink as he said, “She has a point, you know.”

Wink? What the fuck was that?

“See? He agrees.” The shiny human gestured at River without really looking, then did a double-take that stroked every male instinct in his body.

Her plump lips parted. Rainbow-lashed eyes widened with hot, feminine appreciation. The kind so raw and sudden, it was painted on every inch of her Well-damned, beautiful face.

Shit.

He wasn’t prepared for this. He’d not expected anyone to ever look at him like that again. But the stirring her light had given him was nothing compared to the reaction inside him now. Seismic. Cataclysmic. He felt it down to the tingling tip of his cock. The bastard finally woke up from its half-a-decade hiatus, as eager to get close to this woman as the awaiting thieves and crows.

All this happened in the span of a wingbeat.

The satyr, still ignorant of a true Guardian behind him, let alone one of the Twelve, snarled, “My fist is the only credential you need.”

Death possessed River’s body. One moment, he was debating his dick’s divine resurrection. The next, he was yanking a horn and slamming his prey to the ground. Within seconds, his knee pinned the impostor’s neck. Black claws distended from his fingertips and pressed into chubby cheeks still wobbling from the impact with the ground.

How dare he threaten her?

Violence roared through River’s veins, warping his vision. One twitch, and he’d shred the satyr’s face. He’d claw into his mouth and rip out that tongue. Only the human’s sharp intake of breath stayed his hand.

The last remaining crows squawked and fled. Bystanders scattered, seeking safety at distant stalls or escaping to the next market aisle, far from where one of the Twelve prepared to dispense justice.

Justice?

For what, a stranger’s threat to a woman he’d never met?

No.

Justice was serving Cloud a cold dish called revenge. Not this.

The Well wants what it wants.

River’s panic resurged. This human was not his mate. No fucking way was he doing this for her. It was a knee-jerk reaction. Some kind of rainbow drug. His parched dick was a divining rod, and she was water. That was all. The notion doused his senses, and he retracted his claws.

He straightened, glowering down at the satyr. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t hack your balls off for impersonating a Guardian.”

“She’s covered in contraband.”

“And you took it upon yourself to—hey, where are you going?”

The human was already five steps away, melting into the market throng. Well-dammit. She moved as quietly as a mouse. But with the crowd dispersed and her prismatic dress gleaming like a beacon now that she’d hit the sun, she couldn’t hide for long.

River jabbed a finger at the satyr, intending to lecture, and came up short. Only one thought occupied his mind: chase the little rainbow mouse.

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To celebrate the new release of the tenth book in the Fae Guardians series, The Company of Vengeful Crows, I’m giving 2 prizes:

1. Season of the Wolf Eternal Embers Omnibus Special Edition
2. The Longing of Lone Wolves Special Foiled Edition

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