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by Celia Breslin
April 2023
Genre: Paranormal romance
Publisher: Celia Breslin
ISBN: 9798223505884
ASIN: B0C37NKFYB
Number of pages: 124
Word Count: 30K
Cover Artist: Brantwijn Serrah
They’re lovers from different worlds…and a Dark Fae is determined to keep them apart.
When Melanie Blackstone is offered her bestie’s home in Illinois for the summer, she jumps at the chance. She has a jerky ex to forget and a fantasy-horror screenplay to finish for her agent back in California. But writing time is soon sidelined by strange lights dancing in the air and an even stranger dark figure lurking in the yard.
As a favor, Fae warrior Dealan agrees to look in on the female staying in his friends’ home. However, he didn’t expect her to be able to See him. Few humans possess the Sight, yet this one does. Even more surprising—the friendly and inquisitive woman seems to like him and want his company. A first for the solitary assassin.
But Dealan isn’t the only Fae fascinated by Melanie. A Dark Fae sets his sights on her as well…
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Dealan
scowled, cursing under his breath as he strode toward the house. The
female must be daft. Her ruckus could wake the dead, and that was the
last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment. This living, breathing
human was a sufficient problem without adding temperamental ghosts to
the mix.
Near the back porch, his keen Fae hearing picked up the rattling of doors, the clicking of window locks, and the scraping of curtains tugged along metal rods. Room by room illumination ceased. Darkness wouldn’t protect her from his kind, however, should they wish her ill. He harrumphed. Which they didn’t.
At the foot of the deck stairs he paused, reminding himself why he’d agreed to watch over this skittish lass in the first place. His best friend Angus was a right pushy bastard, and sadly, Dealan had never been able to refuse his friend’s damn requests. Factor in kindhearted Eva O’Reilly, his chum’s mate and longtime friend of the flower fairies, and it was nigh impossible to deny either of them any little thing.
Or, one noisy, possibly unhinged, woman-sized being named Melanie Blackstone.
“She’s a funny one, isn’t she, Warrior?” Rosina’s airy voice chimed from behind him.
Giggling ensued when he merely grunted in reply, then the leader of the flower fairies appeared before him in a swirl of pink sparkles. “Let’s go inside to see what else she does.”
“I’ll enter,” he corrected her. “Alone.”
“Aw, you’re no fun,” Rosina pouted, crossing her slender arms and cocking a hip.
“And always much too serious,” Valeria and Poppy tittered in unison, fluttering past his head to join their leader. Their wings whirred, showering sparks over his form, their magic brightening the evening gloom with pulsating pink and orange light. The pleasing sight did little to improve his mood.
“She saw us, Warrior, did you see?” Poppy squeaked.
Valeria’s head bobbled quick. “And took our picture, too.” She struck a pose and preened.
“Aye, I noticed, Little Ones.” The human seemed to see him, too, right before she shrieked like a Banshee then fell on her arse inside the sunporch. Strange, since they were cloaked in their natural invisibility and usually needed to lower the mantle to reveal themselves to those who couldn’t See. And according to Eva, her friend didn’t possess the Sight. Although, Eva had mentioned her friend wrote fantastical stories, and creative minds were typically open minds, so—
Valeria and Poppy darted to the door.
“Stay out here,” he commanded, as they peered into the solarium.
“Ohhhh, she left pizza,” Valeria squealed. “Let’s cover it in sugar and eat it.”
“And put honey in the wine! Drink it down,” added Poppy.
Rosina laughed. “Good plan.”
Dealan grimaced at the notion. “Negative. You are to remain outside.”
“Boooooooo,” they sang in unison, all three glaring his way. A shrill scream erupted from the house. Shite. Dealan summoned his sword out of habit and leaped forward, landing before the fairies and waving them away from the screened back door.
Near the back porch, his keen Fae hearing picked up the rattling of doors, the clicking of window locks, and the scraping of curtains tugged along metal rods. Room by room illumination ceased. Darkness wouldn’t protect her from his kind, however, should they wish her ill. He harrumphed. Which they didn’t.
At the foot of the deck stairs he paused, reminding himself why he’d agreed to watch over this skittish lass in the first place. His best friend Angus was a right pushy bastard, and sadly, Dealan had never been able to refuse his friend’s damn requests. Factor in kindhearted Eva O’Reilly, his chum’s mate and longtime friend of the flower fairies, and it was nigh impossible to deny either of them any little thing.
Or, one noisy, possibly unhinged, woman-sized being named Melanie Blackstone.
“She’s a funny one, isn’t she, Warrior?” Rosina’s airy voice chimed from behind him.
Giggling ensued when he merely grunted in reply, then the leader of the flower fairies appeared before him in a swirl of pink sparkles. “Let’s go inside to see what else she does.”
“I’ll enter,” he corrected her. “Alone.”
“Aw, you’re no fun,” Rosina pouted, crossing her slender arms and cocking a hip.
“And always much too serious,” Valeria and Poppy tittered in unison, fluttering past his head to join their leader. Their wings whirred, showering sparks over his form, their magic brightening the evening gloom with pulsating pink and orange light. The pleasing sight did little to improve his mood.
“She saw us, Warrior, did you see?” Poppy squeaked.
Valeria’s head bobbled quick. “And took our picture, too.” She struck a pose and preened.
“Aye, I noticed, Little Ones.” The human seemed to see him, too, right before she shrieked like a Banshee then fell on her arse inside the sunporch. Strange, since they were cloaked in their natural invisibility and usually needed to lower the mantle to reveal themselves to those who couldn’t See. And according to Eva, her friend didn’t possess the Sight. Although, Eva had mentioned her friend wrote fantastical stories, and creative minds were typically open minds, so—
Valeria and Poppy darted to the door.
“Stay out here,” he commanded, as they peered into the solarium.
“Ohhhh, she left pizza,” Valeria squealed. “Let’s cover it in sugar and eat it.”
“And put honey in the wine! Drink it down,” added Poppy.
Rosina laughed. “Good plan.”
Dealan grimaced at the notion. “Negative. You are to remain outside.”
“Boooooooo,” they sang in unison, all three glaring his way. A shrill scream erupted from the house. Shite. Dealan summoned his sword out of habit and leaped forward, landing before the fairies and waving them away from the screened back door.
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Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, and the Fae. Her stories are action-packed and typically include one of the many varieties of romantic entanglements: fated mates, second chance, rescue romance, opposites attract, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and more.
When not writing, you’ll find Celia exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies, as well as everything in the Marvel Universe franchise. Of course!
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