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Goblin
Fires
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Blurb:
From the moment she laid eyes on sweet Ceri,
Reagan knew she would be lost forever. A Sidhe Royal, though, could never
return such feelings for a War-Child...
As the daughter of the fae Goddess of War,
Reagan was sworn into service to the Sidhe monarchies before she was
born. Her contract forever binds her to
the beautiful goblin princess Ceridwen. When an unseen enemy threatens the Fae
Courts, Ceridwen is caught in the attack, and Reagan must fight to the ends of
the earth to save her. But will this battle tear her away from her princess
forever?
A
Quick Sneak Peek:
The Top Ten Moments in
Goblin
Fires
10.
A Visit to the Orchard at Annwyn –
Crossing the boundaries into the fae world reveals the true nature of
faeries—and a glance at her ethereal Ceridwen leaves Reagan speechless...and yearning.
9. Playing
with Fire – A feyfire assassin is out to ruin Reagan's good time, and she
has three feet of killing iron with the Autumn Knight's name on it.
8. The
Car Crash – When an out-of-control rustbucket threatens the lives of their
princesses, Reagan and her brother Finn draw on their primal, Unbridled nature
to rescue them.
7. Swimming
with the Mermaids – Reagan and the goblin handmaiden Erin take an
unexpected dip in Puget Sound, and the mermaids waiting to welcome them are
less than friendly.
6. Reagan
gets Sugared – Reagan's a fae who can't handle her sweets. So what better
way to kick off a girl's night out than to down a mug of decadent hot chocolate
and whipped cream?
5.
Cooling off... and Heating up –
Reagan and Erin share a steamy moment after a narrow escape.
4.
Reagan meets the Underworld Nymph –
The lovely Saeth takes Reagan's breath away, when in a low, cool voice she
whispers, "Dance with me."
3.
The Puca – This shape-shifting
goblin always has more to him than meets the eye.
2.
The Gallery – In the fortress of
Oberon, the Winter King, Reagan makes a deadly discovery... one which will
force her into exile.
1.
The Big Reveal – You don't really
expect me to spoil this one, do you? I promise you, though, someone has been a very naughty princess...
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Excerpt:
I surprised her when I showed up without warning at her door; I hadn't called ahead. I'd barely recognized I meant to go there myself. When Talaith appeared in the doorway, though, one eyebrow cocked, I didn't offer any kind of explanation. I threw myself at her.
I kissed her, hard and desperate, wrapping my arms around her luscious frame. I pushed her backward into the entryway of her apartment and kicked the door shut behind me. She squeaked. She actually squeaked.
"My Lady Knight!" she huffed when I let her up for air. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"This?" I teased, and kissed her again. "This isn't pleasure, Majesty. What I'm about to do to you, that will be a pleasure."
"Mm," she chuckled, and then she returned the embrace, twining slender arms around me and sliding fingers into my tawny hair.
Though the sun had set less than an hour ago, it appeared as though Tala had already been settling in for the night. She wore an oversized blue nightshirt hanging carelessly off one shoulder, a pair of slim and shimmery satin boy shorts, and dark fleece socks. She held a mug of cocoa in one hand, holding it expertly away from the violent crush of my body against hers to keep from spilling it. I reached out and stole it from her, taking a long drink.
"Reagan!" she exclaimed. "You don't drink hot cocoa!"
"Tonight I do," I countered, and pressed her into another kiss, the sweet taste of creamy chocolate mingling on our lips. Tala of course had loaded her cocoa with the decadences of whipped cream and sprinkled chocolate shavings; the saccharine overdose made me wince. It hit me like a slug of strong alcohol, going down about as smooth. A quick, sleek burn kindled up through my limbs, bubbling all the way up to my head, and I slid both hands underneath her nightshirt to strip it up and off of her. The lace-and-satin bra underneath matched her panties. I nuzzled my face between her breasts and uttered an appreciative little sound of delight.
"Ridiculous creature!" she laughed, but arched against me all the same.
I came up to take the hot chocolate again, this time tipping it to her lips. She happily took a drink, and when I brought the mug away, a white trail of whipped cream marked her upper lip. I ducked in for another kiss and slowly licked it away—even the small bit of sweetness made me shiver. Her tongue met mine and we kissed over and over, tasting, sucking, and trading soft murmurs of pleasure. Each new kiss sent a pulsing, dizzy little thrill through me, and then the chocolate really started to kick in.
This is why I don't take sugar in my tea. All it takes is the littlest taste...
...and I'm smashed.
Vicious arousal caught fire in me. I tangled one hand in the pretty red hair at the base of Tala's skull, gripping tightly, while the other slipped down, under the cup of her bra, greedily caressing the warm, soft shape of her breast. I touched the tiny stiff peak of her nipple and squeezed it, teasing. Tala rewarded me with a quick, gasping giggle. I practically tore the nightshirt over her head and then the sheer designer bra as I fell upon her breasts with relish.
"The couch—"she managed, and she grabbed me by the shoulders to drag me to it. The room was dim, lit by the glow of the fire in her hearth. She tumbled backward onto the plush black leather and I followed, landing on top of her.
I surprised her when I showed up without warning at her door; I hadn't called ahead. I'd barely recognized I meant to go there myself. When Talaith appeared in the doorway, though, one eyebrow cocked, I didn't offer any kind of explanation. I threw myself at her.
I kissed her, hard and desperate, wrapping my arms around her luscious frame. I pushed her backward into the entryway of her apartment and kicked the door shut behind me. She squeaked. She actually squeaked.
"My Lady Knight!" she huffed when I let her up for air. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"This?" I teased, and kissed her again. "This isn't pleasure, Majesty. What I'm about to do to you, that will be a pleasure."
"Mm," she chuckled, and then she returned the embrace, twining slender arms around me and sliding fingers into my tawny hair.
Though the sun had set less than an hour ago, it appeared as though Tala had already been settling in for the night. She wore an oversized blue nightshirt hanging carelessly off one shoulder, a pair of slim and shimmery satin boy shorts, and dark fleece socks. She held a mug of cocoa in one hand, holding it expertly away from the violent crush of my body against hers to keep from spilling it. I reached out and stole it from her, taking a long drink.
"Reagan!" she exclaimed. "You don't drink hot cocoa!"
"Tonight I do," I countered, and pressed her into another kiss, the sweet taste of creamy chocolate mingling on our lips. Tala of course had loaded her cocoa with the decadences of whipped cream and sprinkled chocolate shavings; the saccharine overdose made me wince. It hit me like a slug of strong alcohol, going down about as smooth. A quick, sleek burn kindled up through my limbs, bubbling all the way up to my head, and I slid both hands underneath her nightshirt to strip it up and off of her. The lace-and-satin bra underneath matched her panties. I nuzzled my face between her breasts and uttered an appreciative little sound of delight.
"Ridiculous creature!" she laughed, but arched against me all the same.
I came up to take the hot chocolate again, this time tipping it to her lips. She happily took a drink, and when I brought the mug away, a white trail of whipped cream marked her upper lip. I ducked in for another kiss and slowly licked it away—even the small bit of sweetness made me shiver. Her tongue met mine and we kissed over and over, tasting, sucking, and trading soft murmurs of pleasure. Each new kiss sent a pulsing, dizzy little thrill through me, and then the chocolate really started to kick in.
This is why I don't take sugar in my tea. All it takes is the littlest taste...
...and I'm smashed.
Vicious arousal caught fire in me. I tangled one hand in the pretty red hair at the base of Tala's skull, gripping tightly, while the other slipped down, under the cup of her bra, greedily caressing the warm, soft shape of her breast. I touched the tiny stiff peak of her nipple and squeezed it, teasing. Tala rewarded me with a quick, gasping giggle. I practically tore the nightshirt over her head and then the sheer designer bra as I fell upon her breasts with relish.
"The couch—"she managed, and she grabbed me by the shoulders to drag me to it. The room was dim, lit by the glow of the fire in her hearth. She tumbled backward onto the plush black leather and I followed, landing on top of her.
They say you should never meet your heroes, but
Brantwijn Serrah says otherwise. At a Los Angeles book signing in 2012,
Brantwijn met one of her all-time favorite authors of urban fantasy, Jim
Butcher, who couldn't have been kinder or more encouraging to her as an
aspiring novelist herself. As it turned out, the book he signed for her that night gave her the first
spark of inspiration for Goblin Fires,
the story of a goblin Knight hopelessly in love with her princess.
When she isn't visiting the worlds of
immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic
endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing
plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar
to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive
you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play
games, and can spend hours watching Futurama,
Claymore or Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.
In addition to her novels, Brantwijn has had several stories published in anthologies by
Breathless Press, including the 2013 Crimson Anthology and 2014 Ravaged
Anthology. She's also had a short story
published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of
Orgasm and the anthology Coming
Together Through The Storm. She hopes to have several more tales to tell as
time goes on. She has author pages on
GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to
see reader comments on her work. Her short stories occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her
blog.
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ReplyDeleteA fantastic quick sneak peek. Whets the appetite.
ReplyDeleteI like the sneak peek .. The book sounds amazing and I saved the book cover so I remember this book ! I like that the sneek peak was so easy and quick to read
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