by Barbara Bretton
December 15, 2017
Pages: 333
Welcome back to Sugar Maple.
Sugar Maple may look like your postcard-perfect Vermont town but that’s where the similarity ends. Our librarian is a beautiful Norwegian troll. The funeral parlor is run by a family of vampires. The Sugar Maple Inn is owned by Fae while the werewolves keep our hardware store well-stocked. For centuries we have been home to house sprites, witches, selkies, spirits, shapeshifters, and elves.
And who could forget Forbes, our lovable Mountain Giant?
I’m Chloe Hobbs, the half-human/half-magick owner of Sticks & String, the most popular knit shop in New England, where your yarn never tangles, you always, get gauge, and the knitter sitting next to you only comes out after dark
I've faced powerful Fae enemies, fought demon snakes, and stared down the fiery flames of eternal hell, but nothing scared me more than meeting Luke's big, 100% human family. Falling in love with a mortal is one thing; finding a way to hide my magick from his family is something else again. When they descend on Sugar Maple en masse to celebrate my pregnancy, it's all I can do to keep magick from breaking out all over.
But when Baby Laria decides to arrive early, my best-laid plans go up in smoke. A banished enemy is hell-bent on revenge and might take Luke's family with her if I can't find a way to save us all.
Chloe and Luke only have a few weeks before welcoming their daughter into the world and hoped to avoid the MacKenzie clan until then, but what you want isn’t always what you get. Chloe is super nervous about meeting his big family, especially since they are human, and her hormones are wreaking havoc on her magick. When the baby decides to make an early arrival, someone is set on changing Laria’s life forever.
Getting to meet some of Luke’s family was something that the series needed which brought a sense of warmth and insight into Luke and his upbringing. Chloe lost her blood family at a very young age and didn’t realize how much she missed that until meeting Luke’s family. The sense of belonging, family, and love is just some of what Sugar Maple has to offer.
Review: Casting Spells (The Sugar Maple Chronicles Book 1)
Review: Laced with Magic (The Sugar Maple Chronicles Book 2)
Review: Spun by Sorcery (The Sugar Maple Chronicles Book 3)
Getting 4 sheep
DeniseB
About the Author:
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In the month of February 1982 I wrote and sold my first novel. And no, I wouldn't believe it either if it hadn't happened to me. I sent in my manuscript on Thursday February 21, 1982 and four days later the telephone rang and I heard the amazing words, "We want to buy your book." How I wish you could have seen me. I was standing by the kitchen door of our North Babylon house, the picture of cool sophistication, as I listened to Vivian Stephens explain the terms of the deal to me. You would have thought I'd sold a first book every single day of my life. Yes, I said. Sounds wonderful. Thank you so much for calling. I look forward to our association. That cool sophistication hung on until I hung up the phone, took a deep breath, then promptly threw up on my shoes.
I was thirty-one years old, unagented, unschooled, unfamiliar with anything to do with the business of publishing. To put it mildly, I was in shock. My husband was working in Manhattan at the time (and finishing up his degree at night) so it would be hours until I could break the news to him. This was too exciting to waste on a phone call. I wanted to see his face when I told him that my dream had finally come true -- and came with a $6000 advance!
He pulled into the driveway at midnight. I was waiting in the doorway, holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I didn't have to say a word. He knew right away and the look of joy and pride in his eyes warms me now, years later, long after the advance faded into memory.
Review: Spun by Sorcery (The Sugar Maple Chronicles Book 3)
Getting 4 sheep
DeniseB
website-FB-twitter
In the month of February 1982 I wrote and sold my first novel. And no, I wouldn't believe it either if it hadn't happened to me. I sent in my manuscript on Thursday February 21, 1982 and four days later the telephone rang and I heard the amazing words, "We want to buy your book." How I wish you could have seen me. I was standing by the kitchen door of our North Babylon house, the picture of cool sophistication, as I listened to Vivian Stephens explain the terms of the deal to me. You would have thought I'd sold a first book every single day of my life. Yes, I said. Sounds wonderful. Thank you so much for calling. I look forward to our association. That cool sophistication hung on until I hung up the phone, took a deep breath, then promptly threw up on my shoes.
I was thirty-one years old, unagented, unschooled, unfamiliar with anything to do with the business of publishing. To put it mildly, I was in shock. My husband was working in Manhattan at the time (and finishing up his degree at night) so it would be hours until I could break the news to him. This was too exciting to waste on a phone call. I wanted to see his face when I told him that my dream had finally come true -- and came with a $6000 advance!
He pulled into the driveway at midnight. I was waiting in the doorway, holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I didn't have to say a word. He knew right away and the look of joy and pride in his eyes warms me now, years later, long after the advance faded into memory.
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