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Falcon Fae!

I’m still waiting on the print version’s final approval, but it should be soon. And Barnes and Noble’s link isn’t up yet, but will update as soon as it is.

Besides working on Billionaire Wolf Christmas today, my daughter asked if I’d do a newborn shoot for a friend and I said I would.

So next book up is Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas. 🙂  It releases in October.

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Falcon Fae

(The World of Fae, Book 9)

Prince Owen is tasked with the mission of encouraging Sigrid—a magic user, a falcon fae like him, and the granddaughter of the traitor who tried to take over Owen’s grandfather’s kingdom—to return with him to the falcon fae kingdom to fight their enemy. Only, as far as Sigrid is concerned, Owen and his royal family are her enemies.

She is their last hope to fight a powerful mage, but she’s not buying it. Not until the dark fae queen advises her to do what her grandfather had tried to do before she was born—take over the kingdom!

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/falcon-fae

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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/740540

After I finish Billionaire, I’ll work on the next Highland book.

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Swoon-worthy.

Have a great day!

Terry

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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Ghosts for Halloween: Wednesday Excerpt: Ghostly Liaisons

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So my neighbor goes all out for Halloween, and Christmas decorations. They won a contest for their Christmas and yard last year. Do I keep up with the Jones’s? Nope, but I finally picked up a ghost to display out front. 🙂 Just to show I’m handing out candy. 🙂

I loved to read ghost stories when I was a kid. I think the most disappointing one I ever read was about the ghost with a cold and after the little boy gave her cough syrup, she went away happy. Huh???

When I lived in Florida, our home was at the beginning of the development, wilderness jungle across the street, canal out back, not bulk-headed on the other side, and mounds of sand like the Dunes, ready for explorers to climb and see what was on the other side. I used to go with friends into the jungle, exploring, the area in a recession, so no homes were being built across the street or behind us. Our canal fed into the Banana River, which was brackish water and was teaming with life–dolphins, sharks, jellyfish, stingrays, you name it. We also had sea turtles, water moccasins, alligators, and rattlesnakes, swampy areas, huge spiders, huge spiderwebs. Perfect for jungle exploration. Really.

It was my mother’s fault. She wanted us to get out of the house. Quit reading books. Go play out in the heat and humidity. And so who wants to just “play” in the backyard when you can see what hidden treasures the jungle has? Or what you might find on the other side of the Dunes.

ghostly-liaisons-genericWe had the most awesome and scary storms in Florida. The sunroom door wouldn’t shut properly half the time, and one night we were all watching something scary while my dad was working graveyard shift on the stands at Cape Canaveral, and bang! The stormy wind blew our door open and it banged against the wall. Our toy poodle barked her head off, but wouldn’t go near the sunroom. My mom and I went to check it out, and found it was just the wind and the door hadn’t latched properly. But still, it had given us a fright and it was scary to think the door wouldn’t lock like it was supposed to half the time. We had lovely neighbors to begin with, a sweet, retired couple from the AF. My dad was retired from the AF also. But then we got the neighbors from hell when they left.
They stole kids’ bikes and toys and threw them in the canal. They terrorized whoever they could. They shot bb pellets into our windows. They threw people’s dogs into the canal. We had dangerous stuff in the canal, so it really wasn’t a place for a poor pooch to be swimming around in. We didn’t know any better when we first moved there and swam in it either. Not until kids brought a 6 foot rattlesnake to the door and said it was in our yard, they’d killed it, but could they keep it? By all means! And my dad found a water moccasin in his minnow trap in the canal. The woman next door kept spraying water on my mother’s clothes hanging out to dry and well water stains. My mom asked her to please not water when she had clothes out drying, and her husband threatened to kill my dad. They were evil, and when they took off one night–we had creditors calling us forever, asking where they went. As if WE should know.
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So you see, that house and that setting has made for the most perfectly moody place for two of my romantic suspenses as a “safe house,” and this teen ghost story.

Emily Rundle’s curious nature causes her big problems when she moves with her family to Florida. First of all, she’s different. Really different. Then the nightmares begin. The kind she can’t escape. Somehow she has to unravel the mystery of the ghosts who plague her before it’s too late.Michael Shipley just moved to town, too, and realizes at once Emily is trouble with a big T. If he becomes involved with her, his life will change forever. Premonitions he has that Emily’s life will be in danger forces him to make a stand to protect the girl who’s gifted with extraordinary abilities like him. They instantly bond as the two weirdest kids in school.

Both Michael and Emily have past histories, painful memories they’d rather forget. Faced with dangerous new challenges, they must overcome their past, threats at school, bullies in the flesh, and ghostly apparitions bent on a deadly game of revenge. What was once a simple matter, discover the secrets of the ghosts and appease them, becomes a race against time as Emily and Michael fight the evil that threatens to conquer them.

Excerpt from:

Ghostly Liaisons

Ebook By Terry Spear
Category: Fiction » Young adult or teen » Romance » Fantasy

Ghostly Liaisons

Terry Spear

Ghostly Liaisons

Copyright © 2010 by Terry Spear

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

Discover more about Terry Spear at:

http://www.terryspear.com/

DEDICATION

 

To ghost lovers everywhere. May you only encounter the kindly ones!

Chapter 1

Emily Rundle stared at herself in the mirror, but she didn’t look like herself, not with the brunette coloring she’d used. Glad she tested out a temporary hair color, she washed it all out of her hair with peach shampoo, blew it dry, and sighed. Didn’t matter that she was always teased about her red hair. She wanted to at least feel normal when she looked in the mirror at herself, since nothing else about her was–normal.

She walked into her bedroom and considered the bed, wondering if tonight, she’d finally be able to sleep the whole night through.

She was sure she wouldn’t have long to wait before she knew the answer to her question.

***

“Beware the danger,” a feminine voice whispered close to Emily’s ear, the sweet fragrance of tea-scented roses wafting in the air.

Emily stirred in bed, her mind half awake. It was only a dream, she told herself. Or a very real nightmare.

When a hand touched her throat, leaving an icy imprint of frostbite burning the skin, Emily’s eyes popped open, her heart pumping hard.

Not again. A new home, a new beginning. Why couldn’t they leave her alone?

She lay very still, barely breathing, waiting for the unseen entity to appear, to speak again. The room was cold, but she had assumed it was because her hot-natured dad had turned the air conditioner on high again on the sweltering, August night. Her whole body chilled and she buried herself deeper under her pink satin comforter.

The skin on her throat still burned from the freezing fingers that had touched her, the first time the thing had been so bold. But it didn’t seem to want to harm her.

“Hello?” Emily whispered. “What…what do you want?”

She flipped on her lamp switch. Nothing. Then the linen curtains hanging closed rippled as if the muggy Florida breeze was blowing in from the north through an open window. The way her skin crawled with chill bumps and her breath came out in frosty puffs, Emily knew it was still in the room with her.

“I can help you.” At least she hoped she could. Her dealings with ghosts didn’t always work out the way she planned. “What do you want?”

Emily’s closet door creaked open, the hair on her arms stood on end, and she shifted her attention to the walk-in closet.

“I’ve helped…uhm, people like you before,” Emily said. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair, wishing the restless spirit would leave her in peace so she could sleep just one night.

Fine. Have it your way.

Emily shut off the bedside lamp light. Across the room, her closet door closed with a clunk, and she jumped.

She couldn’t get back to sleep for an hour after that, waiting for the spirit’s return, listening for any sound it might make, judging the change in the temperature of the room. But her eyes finally shut, and she was once again drawn into the watery graveyard across the street.

The racket from cicadas and crickets filled the air with their inharmonious songs, the noise grating on her ears. Steam rose from the jungle-like swamp, while sun filtered through the tree branches and shimmered off the brown water where the green scum hadn’t yet crept. Or had something disturbed the water? Pushed the scum away with its movement? Something like an alligator sweeping its tail from side to side? Poking its nostrils and rigid green brows just above the surface, waiting…waiting for what?

Emily shivered. Why wasn’t the jungle hot? She tugged her comforter higher.

Something moved in the trees’ shade, but made no sound, just a shadow similar to the ones the foliage made, but sliding in between slim and thick tree trunks, stopping, moving, floating, fading, fading, and gone.

Emily, she thought she heard the female entity whisper, exotic, sweet as the fragrance of roses permeating the air. Emily.

From-the-gut male laughter, dark and husky, echoed through the jungle. Drunken slurred words followed.

Emily. The voice calling her name was feminine, soft and luring…the ghost who visited her bedroom, she thought.

Emily buried her head into her pillow and touched her temple. Who called her? Who? Could she help her?

A breeze shook branches, rippled the water’s surface, sent heat hurtling through the trees.

But Emily still felt chilled. She sensed the air’s thick humidity, but she couldn’t feel it.

“If the wench returnsss…” The gruff man’s slurred words faded.

“Where the hell’sss the Cap’n?” another asked.

Emily couldn’t see where the voices were coming from. There was nothing around her but swampland.

“Where’s our booty? Blasted witch!”

“Thar she is! Grab the wench!”

Emily swallowed hard. They couldn’t get her, could they? She gripped her comforter tighter as if it would shield her from the threat. Her stomach tightened into knotted rope.

A girl laughed, haughty and hearty.

The men cursed.

The sounds, the heat and humidity of the jungle died away. The scent of roses lingered.

Shattering the new silence, the alarm jangled next to Emily’s bed, giving her heart a rude jumpstart before she remembered it was the first day of school. Her new school.

In Oregon, her bedroom had been half this size with only one window. Here in Florida, she had the northwest corner of the second-story. One window faced east over the jungle-like swamps that drained into the Banana River, and the other faced north with a view of another two-story colonial. Like two massive stone-faced castles sitting at the entrance to the development, they were built to lure buyers in.

Emily’s naturally red hair flopped over her shoulders in waves of curls, as she hastily pulled on her jeans and threw a T-shirt over her head.  When she looked in the mirror to put on her makeup, she noticed the finger-like imprint on her throat, the skin slightly bruised. Great, just great. She couldn’t wear a turtleneck when the temperature was sweltering.

Whipping a makeup brush out of a drawer, she swept the ivory powder over the discoloration, covering it the best she could. Hopefully, her mother wouldn’t notice the finger marks or she’d be even more stressed out.

After adding olive shadow to her eyelids to enhance her green eyes, Emily applied mascara to her red lashes. A dab of gloss added a luscious shine to her lips. She smacked them and smiled. She didn’t look too frazzled, considering the ghost kept hassling her at night.

She considered the way her skin looked, like a milk bath had washed all the color away. Frowning, she couldn’t help it her skin wouldn’t tan. Exposure to the sun would force brown freckles hiding beneath the surface to expand rapidly into a rash of spots. Here in sunny Florida, the kids would undoubtedly rib her mercilessly for having untanned skin.

Her stomach flip-flopped. Would the kids here form cliques like they did at her old high school? Most likely. She imagined they could be pretty mean-spirited, especially if they ever learned of her secrets. She glanced out the window facing the steamy, mosquito-laden swampland—ghostly spirits, hidden pirate’s treasure, secrets long forgotten—beckoned to her.

As soon as she could, she was exploring them and discovering what she could about the ghosts.

Emily ran down the stairs and stalked into the kitchen where her mother greeted her. The skin beneath her eyes was dark from not sleeping. “Are you certain you don’t want to ride the bus the first day to school instead of driving the old Caddy?” She handed Emily a mini blueberry muffin on a blue and white porcelain plate that matched the kitchen decorated in the same color scheme.

The tile counters sparkled in the wash of Florida sunshine spilling through the large windows. So different from the nearly always overcast climate in Oregon. Her eyes still weary from lack of sleep, Emily squinted.

“I’ll be okay, Mom.” Knowing how much her mother fretted, she tried to sound reassuring. She attempted to change the subject. “Is Dad already at work?”

“Yes, he left an hour ago.” Her mother paced, then noticing a piece of masking tape from one of the boxes dangling on the leg of her blue jeans, she yanked it off and threw it away. She pushed her fingers though her uncombed blonde hair. “Maybe you should reconsider driving. Do you remember the route? What if the Caddy breaks down again?”

“Thanks, but you showed me the way already. The car will be fine.” Emily hoped. She skirted the packing boxes cluttering the white tile floor. “Unless you want me to stay home and help you unpack some more.” Even though she wanted to get her first day over at school, she wouldn’t have minded delaying the inevitable if it relieved some of her mother’s anxiety.

It seemed since they moved, Emily had unloaded thousands of boxes already. Except for the kitchen, where she and her mother had concentrated their efforts, the house was still in turmoil. Because she didn’t like things so disorderly, Emily worked to get her bedroom in order, too. But all the walls remained bare of pictures and would probably stay that way for another week. The house wouldn’t seem like home until everything was unpacked and put in its place. It would take a lot longer to feel like home unless she made some new friends here.

Emily reached into the fridge for the milk jug.

Her mother paused from ripping open another box, finally taking a breather to answer her. “No, honey, school’s more important. We’ll get this all put away before long.” Her mother reached over and poked a curl behind Emily’s ear. “You didn’t like being a brunette?”

“No. It didn’t look like me.”

Her mother nodded. “I’m so sorry we got here right before school started. Who’d have ever thought Florida schools would start in the midsummer heat?”

“No problem. At least they’re air conditioned.” Unlike the cars her family brought from Oregon. Her dad swore he’d get her mother and him new ones as soon as he could afford to. Talk about a fast way to ruin a happy mood, stick a family in a humid, metal steam bath, and see tempers flare.

Her mother’s brow pinched together, and she focused on the Caddy again. “I just worry about that old car breaking down. The transmission’s been acting up a bit. The starter has been, too.”

“It’ll be okay, Mom. Have you got the stress stone reliever I gave you for Christmas?”

Her mother pulled the shiny, speckled stone out of her jeans pocket and began to stroke it. “Guess I’m worrying too much again.”

Emily kissed her mother’s cheek. “Just rub the stone to make the problems go away.”

Her mother’s eyes focused on Emily’s throat, and she reached out to touch it. “Emily, what’s—”

“Got to run! Don’t want to be late! See ya!” Her heart pumping, Emily dashed out of the kitchen. She hurried outside into the soupy Florida heat, hoping when she became a mom she wouldn’t be such a worrywart with her own kids. But no way was she going to concern her mother about the ghost in her bedroom. She already had way too much to agonize about.

Taking a deep breath, Emily slid into the seat of the old Cadillac. The odor of her grandfather’s pipe tobacco smelled stale, made worse by the humidity, and already the car was twenty degrees hotter than the outside air. She wished she could have a brand new car like some of the other kids she knew back home, but instead she had her grandparents’ old hand-me-down. Still, it was better than riding the bus.

She twisted the key in the ignition. Nothing but a little grinding sound. Then absolute dead silence. When the car’s engine didn’t turn over, her skin prickled with exasperation. She shoved the door open and the hinges groaned like the joints had painful arthritis. Jumping out of the car, she slammed the door shut, then dashed back into the house. Hope sprang anew her mother would take her to school.

“Mom, the car’s not running!”

Startled, her mother gave a little scream, her hand to her breast. “I’ll take care of it, dear. Hurry, run, before you miss the bus.”

Emily considered begging her to take her, but the harried expression on her mother’s face made her change her mind. And Emily’s spirit sank into a pit of quicksand. Ugh. Her first day at school, and she had to ride the dreaded yellow monster.

Bolting out of the house and down the street, she grimaced when six kids piled onto the bus. By the time she reached the monstrosity, the driver had already shut the door. Great start to the new school year and a new school.

She banged on the door, and the driver opened it. When she ran up the steps, he gave her a sour look like he’d been sucking on sour pickles all morning.

“Need to get here earlier next time,” he grumbled. He wore a several-day growth of black stubble, and his rumpled clothes looked like he had slept in them for weeks. Where had the school dredged him up? A prison work-release program?

“All right, sorry,” she said cheerfully. Treat people with kindness; the best way to change a person’s sour mood. Sometimes, it worked.

He grunted and gave her a sinister look, his black bushy brows furrowing, his colorless eyes narrowed.

Okay, sometimes, it didn’t work.

Because it was the last stop on the bus route, two kids filled every seat already, except for three near the back. Boys sat in these, one to a seat, with their legs stretched full length across the cracked and sagging vinyl, just daring her to sit on their claimed territory.

The bus lurched forward. Her heart quickened, and she grabbed a seatback to keep from falling.

She considered each of the three boys who glowered at her, challenging her. Which one would she take on this morning? She hated to break her New Year’s resolution again, though since January she already broke it at least seventy times. She really planned on limiting the use of her abilities. But then again, something always seemed to happen, making her feel totally justified. Like now.

She turned her attention to the first of the boys as the bus bumped down the road. His hair shone just as red as hers; not washed down with blonde or darkened with brown, but pure, unadulterated red. Surely, he would have sympathy for another redhead. Not.

Next, she considered the short kid with bleached blonde, spiked hair adding an inch to his height. Why did boys with stunted growth feel the need to bully?

The last guy’s black hair curled behind his ears, and his eyes looked like two pieces of coal. She swore a tinge of red glowed in them.

She glanced at the redhead again. Since he sat closer, he would do. “Could I sit here, please?”

Having to deal with kids like him at her old school, she knew politeness wouldn’t move him. But, she had to at least make the attempt.

“Sit somewhere else.” His olive-colored eyes spearing her, he curled his lip with the words, emphasizing the need to show who was boss.

All right. She tried to be nice.

She shoved his feet from the seat and sat down next to him. His eyes heated. They couldn’t have been any narrower without being shut. His freckles expanded into a rush of angry red skin. Knowing full well his revenge would follow, she tensed and readied herself.

His hand flew to her shoulder, but before he could shove her from the seat, her gaze bored into his. Immediately, he retracted his hand as if he’d been scalded by steam rising from the spout of a teakettle. Served him right.

The blond-haired bully behind him hit his shoulder. “What’s up? Got a new girlfriend?”

“Shut up, Daniel,” he growled.

“You bangin’ her, Red?” the raven-haired boy taunted.

“Shove it, Rocky.”

Emily’s stomach unclenched. Her breathing normalized, but she knew the war had only just begun.

Thirty minutes later, the bus screeched to a halt in front of the pale peach, brick high school surrounded by southern pines. Emily had envisioned Florida would be filled with palm trees, orange groves, and white sand beaches, but pine trees?

The pine aroma wafted in the hot breeze, making her homesick for Oregon. Even the whooshing sound the wind made when it stirred the branches reminded her of home. But the heat and humidity clung to her skin, a constant reminder that she was far from Oregon.

When they got off the bus, Red and his buddies stuck near her. Their shared looks of hostility and the way they crowded her warned her they’d continue to be trouble. She didn’t need to read his mind to know Red fully intended to get back at her.

Yet, something caught her attention, something from a distance that her brain didn’t have time to assimilate, but even so, poltergeist flashed across her subconscious. In the same instant, Red punched his balled fist into her shoulder, his school ring adding to the impact. A sharp pain shot through her arm.

Wrinkling her forehead in concentration, she quirked a brow and took control of his mind.

Red twirled like a ballerina in place, slowly at first, then picking up his speed despite the clunky sneakers he wore.

Students stopped to watch and muffled laughter filled the hall.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Daniel asked, but when Red continued to make a fool of himself, his friends backed away and shook their heads.

Emily turned off her charm and headed down one of the long corridors. She hated to begin school like this. If only she could have made friends easily this time.

Emily found her classroom and took a seat in the back. Whiteboards, desks, the smell of paper and cleaner…same as her old school. But the faces were different. No one said a word to her. When the teacher walked into class, he stroked a Donald Duck tie, then leaned his backside against his desk. “I’m Mr. Smith. You’ll find your names on the desks already, if you’ll go ahead and find your seat.”

Anyone who wears cartoon ties can’t be all bad. She took her seat next to an empty chair. On the other side sat…Red. How did she ever get so lucky? He eyed her with contempt. She ignored him and faced the front.

Mr. Smith ran his finger down the seating chart. “Mr. Michael Shipley isn’t here?”

She assumed he meant the kid whose vacant seat was located next to hers.

The teacher combed his fingers through sandy-colored hair. His face was bronzed from the sun, and she wondered if he served as a lifeguard over summer vacation. She definitely wouldn’t have minded if he’d rescued her.

“We’ll start by going around the room, giving your names and where you’re from originally,” Mr. Smith said.

When introductions made it halfway around the room, a six-foot tall dream of a guy walked in. His sable hair and eyes reminded Emily of semi-sweet, dark chocolate, and his skin was as golden as the teacher’s. When she caught his eye, she smiled. He quickly mirrored her expression and sat in the vacant seat beside her.

Things were definitely looking up.

“Mr. Michael Shipley, I presume,” the teacher said.

“Yes, sir. Sorry I’m late. I had to take my grandmother to the hospital.”

Hospital?

Since Emily had just lost her grandmother—the only grandparent she’d had left—she hoped for Michael’s sake his own wasn’t experiencing anything life threatening.

“Nothing serious, I hope,” Mr. Smith said, with genuine compassion.

Emily’s thoughts shifted to her own grandmother, dying in the hospital, her eyes gray, her skin sallow, her skin stretched across bones. For two months, the lung cancer had invaded her organs, her tissues, her cells, and she’d wasted away until she died. Emily couldn’t shake loose of the image until Michael spoke again.

“She fell off a boat.”

Emily closed her gaping mouth. She tried to read his mind while the teacher resumed introductions, but she couldn’t scan Michael’s thoughts. Her stomach churned, and she felt as though she was suddenly brain impaired.

“Miss Emily Rundle?”

She turned her head in the teacher’s direction, startled when she realized she’d been studying Michael all this time, totally oblivious to anyone else in the room. “Emily Rundle from Beaverton, Oregon.”

“Yankee,” Red sneered.

Michael offered her another smile. “Michael Shipley from Sacramento, California.”

He was a West Coaster, too. And good looking. She was dying to know what happened to his grandmother, though. Totally frustrated she couldn’t see his thoughts, her brows drew together.

Another girl gave her name, and Emily willed the teacher to question Michael about his grandmother.

Mr. Smith obliged. “About your grandmother, Michael, what happened exactly?”

Michael’s tanned face turned as white as the sandy beaches in Panama City, Florida. “Maybe I could tell you after class, sir.”

Then he glanced at Emily, and she felt like he knew what she had done. Her heart took a dive, and she quickly looked away. No one knew what she was capable of unless she told someone.

Was this the danger the ghost warned her of?

Ebook:

Ghostly Liaisons

Terry Spear

Ghostly Liaisons

Copyright © 2010 by Terry Spear

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

Discover more about Terry Spear at:

http://www.terryspear.com/

DEDICATION

 

To ghost lovers everywhere. May you only encounter the kindly ones!

Chapter 1

Emily Rundle stared at herself in the mirror, but she didn’t look like herself, not with the brunette coloring she’d used. Glad she tested out a temporary hair color, she washed it all out of her hair with peach shampoo, blew it dry, and sighed. Didn’t matter that she was always teased about her red hair. She wanted to at least feel normal when she looked in the mirror at herself, since nothing else about her was–normal.

She walked into her bedroom and considered the bed, wondering if tonight, she’d finally be able to sleep the whole night through.

She was sure she wouldn’t have long to wait before she knew the answer to her question.

***

“Beware the danger,” a feminine voice whispered close to Emily’s ear, the sweet fragrance of tea-scented roses wafting in the air.

Emily stirred in bed, her mind half awake. It was only a dream, she told herself. Or a very real nightmare.

When a hand touched her throat, leaving an icy imprint of frostbite burning the skin, Emily’s eyes popped open, her heart pumping hard.

Not again. A new home, a new beginning. Why couldn’t they leave her alone?

She lay very still, barely breathing, waiting for the unseen entity to appear, to speak again. The room was cold, but she had assumed it was because her hot-natured dad had turned the air conditioner on high again on the sweltering, August night. Her whole body chilled and she buried herself deeper under her pink satin comforter.

The skin on her throat still burned from the freezing fingers that had touched her, the first time the thing had been so bold. But it didn’t seem to want to harm her.

“Hello?” Emily whispered. “What…what do you want?”

She flipped on her lamp switch. Nothing. Then the linen curtains hanging closed rippled as if the muggy Florida breeze was blowing in from the north through an open window. The way her skin crawled with chill bumps and her breath came out in frosty puffs, Emily knew it was still in the room with her.

“I can help you.” At least she hoped she could. Her dealings with ghosts didn’t always work out the way she planned. “What do you want?”

Emily’s closet door creaked open, the hair on her arms stood on end, and she shifted her attention to the walk-in closet.

“I’ve helped…uhm, people like you before,” Emily said. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair, wishing the restless spirit would leave her in peace so she could sleep just one night.

Fine. Have it your way.

Terry Spear

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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The Dark Fae–Wednesday’s Weekly Excerpt!

Excerpt from:

The Dark Fae

The World of Fae, Book 1

Terry Spear

 

 

The Dark Fae

Copyright © 2010 by Terry Spear

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

Discover more about Terry Spear at:

http://www.terryspear.com/

Also Available by Terry Spear:

The World of Fae:

The Dark Fae

The Deadly Fae

The Winged Fae

The Ancient Fae

Dragon Fae

Hawk Fae

Phantom Fae

Golden Fae

The World of Elf:

The Shadow Elf

The Darkland Elf (TBA)

Blood Moon Series:

Kiss of the Vampire

Demon Guardian Series:

The Trouble with Demons

Demon Trouble, Too

Demon Hunter (TBA)

Non-Series for Now:

Ghostly Liaisons

The Beast Within

Courtly Masquerade

Deidre’s Secret

The Magic of Inherian:

The Scepter of Salvation

The Mage of Monrovia

Emerald Isle of Mists (TBA)

About The Dark Fae:

Alicia has planned a vacation at South Padre Island with her girlfriend Cassie in forever. But just as they’re enjoying a day on the beach, here comes a dark fae to spoil their holiday, except only she can see what he truly is. Alicia has no idea how upside down her world can turn with a chance meeting with one of the dark fae from the royal house of the Denkar.

Alicia’s always known she’s different–that she can recognize the mischievous fae when they show up to “play” with the humans. Only now she’s faced with one highly annoyed dark fae and she’s certain he knows the truth about her. She can see him, which means her life is forfeit.

Add to that, his sister arrives, who wants to play, too. And their mother, the queen of the Denkar, will want Alicia’s head, once she learns what Alicia can do.

And all because Alicia was attempting to rescue her friend, Cassie, on their beach excursion at South Padre Island, from the wicked fae. Now, Alicia has really gone and done it–and she’s thinking she should have let the fae have his fun. Her friend’s broken heart would be a lot easier to deal with, than Alicia losing her life.

But it is too late for regrets. As soon as she threw the soda at the dark fae’s chest, she had declared war on the fae. And he is happy to take up the challenge.

 

Chapter One

 

Alicia hadn’t left her girlfriend sunbathing on the South Padre Island beach for more than a few minutes when another hot guy approached Cassie—only this one worried her.

He had dark fae written all over him. Well, maybe not written all over him, but the medallion he wore clued her in immediately.

After grabbing the ice-cold sodas from the snack stand, Alicia trudged back through the mounds of hot sand at record speed, trying not to spill their drinks on the white sugar beach. Cassie still lay on her back on her playful seal beach towel next to Alicia’s colorful golden dragon.

Already five guys had hit on Cassie.

What was it with her and guys? It was if Cassie wore a neon sign that stated in bold, colorful, flashing letters, “Come play with me.”

Was it the way she smiled in such a heartwarming fashion? Not to mention the fit of her hot pink bikini on that silky tanned body of hers. Or the way her dark brown curls whipped around her bare shoulders by the Gulf breeze and her equally dark brown eyes smiled at the guys.

Alicia glanced down at the oversized tie-dyed shirt that covered her pale body. Her shimmering blue bikini and curves could catch the guys’ eyes, too, except if she exposed her skin for a few minutes in the sun’s hot rays, she’d be redder than her mother’s roses. Best to hide the bikini rather than ruin her summer vacation with a roasting hot sunburn.

When Alicia grew closer to their claimed speck of sandy territory, the dark-haired guy drew her attention again. He, of course, had eyes only for Cassie.

This one was different from the other guys though.

This one exuded danger and at once Alicia’s internal alarm bells sounded. He was built rock solid, though he appeared to be around seventeen or so like she and Cassie. But the medallion laying flat against his naked chest, the gold disk catching the sun’s rays…the symbol of the royal house of Denkar of fae kind—forced a chill down her spine, despite the sun beating on her bare arms.

His dark hair and eyes and dangerous smile signified he was of the dark fae, the hunter class, the ones who caused more mischief among the human mortals than any other.

Only this time, he’d targeted the wrong human.

Alicia had always considered it a curse that she could see one of the fae in their invisible form because they appeared semi-translucent at the edges. And likewise she could recognize them when they were solidly visible as the golden ring around their eyes glowed like a burning flame when they were angered, or sparkled like shimmering faery dust when they were not. In this case, the medallion etched with a lion’s head—the same one she’d seen described in her father’s journal—indicated the dark fae belonged to the Denkar.

For the moment, she hoped her abilities might be able to save her friend from pain and suffering. But the situation could turn into catastrophic consequences for her if he discovered she knew he was of the fae kind.

The six-foot tall faery towered over Cassie as she sat up on her towel. His dark wet hair curled at his broad shoulders and his golden tanned chest glistened with water droplets from the Gulf. He was beautiful. Dimples appeared when he smiled and laughed, the sound deeply sensual, drawing Cassie under his spell. And Alicia, too, if she didn’t snap out of it. What she wouldn’t give to have a boyfriend who looked like…

She shook her head at herself. The fae killed her kind—those who had the ability to see the fae who were not immortal like them. Her father had said so.

Cassie was getting ready to stand when Alicia reached the two of them, intent on thwarting the faery.

When targeting its intended victim, the fae appeared incredibly one-track minded. Because of this, the Denkar fae didn’t see Alicia arrive only feet away from him. For the moment, he had eyes only for Cassie.

For the moment.

He certainly couldn’t have expected two cups of icy, sweet sodas to fly in his direction. But when the cold, dark drinks splashed against his naked, golden chest—that got his attention.

Or rather Alicia’s attention.

“Oh, sorry.” She tried to keep the giggles under wrap, unsuccessfully.

Cassie glowered at her.

The fae’s glare worried Alicia more as the golden rings around his dark brown eyes glowed brightly. She’d definitely pissed off one royal faery hunter, and she expected payback to be hell.

“Uhm, Cassie, don’t you think we ought to be going?” Alicia glanced at her wrist, intending to tell Cassie it was time for lunch, but remembered too late she’d left her watch back at the hotel.

Cassie opened her mouth to speak, then turned to look at the dark caramelized carbonated drinks dribbling down the fae’s chest toward a pair of shimmering blue swim trunks. Then she looked back at Alicia. Cassie probably couldn’t believe Alicia would ignore what she’d just done to the fae. “Deveron has asked me to go to lunch with him. He’s here for a week of summer vacation also.”

“No, you can’t! I mean…” Alicia was blowing her cover big time.

Deveron’s square jaw tightened as his eyes darkened.

Not good.

“I mean, okay. So where are we going?” Alicia figured neither Cassie nor the fae intended to take her along for the ride. Especially after she anointed him with the sugary drinks. But somehow she had to protect her friend.

Cassie glanced at Deveron, then back at Alicia. “Well, he only asked me. I hope it’s okay with you, Alicia.”

His glare remained fixed on Alicia the whole time.

Will of nerves?

She couldn’t let the hunter know she knew exactly what he was. For too many millennia his kind had destroyed her kind. She had no intention of being the next statistic.

Should she let the fae play with Cassie’s heart, then break it? Certainly it would be less painful than what Alicia would have to go through if the dark fae knew what she was capable of doing and decided to terminate her.

Nope.

Friends took care of friends and Alicia wasn’t about to let some hunk of a fae hurt Cassie.

Even though at the moment, Cassie appeared pretty annoyed with her and didn’t seem to want Alicia’s help in the matter.

Alicia had never met another human who could see the fae like she could either. Though she’d always wondered about her father. He’d abandoned her mother when Alicia was five. But the journal he’d left behind, describing an unreal faery world, made her think he had the ability like her. That’s how she knew the dark faeries hunted the humans who could see them. And that’s how she knew about the various royal houses scattered across the States each with their own symbol-embossed medallions.

But her mother never spoke of her father after he’d called it quits with her early one spring morning. That was the last Alicia had seen him.

The faery finally glanced at Cassie and smiled warmly, but the smile never reached his eyes. “I’ll take a dip in the water to rinse off, then join you at your room in a few minutes.” He turned to look at Alicia as he continued to speak to Cassie. “Bring your friend. It could be extremely—interesting.”

His deep voice was meant to be perfectly sensual, disarming, luring, but Alicia sensed the deadliness to his tone.

The fae usually only targeted one human at a time. But she was certain he’d make an exception in her case.

Magic pink rhododendron flowers on summer mountain. Dramatic ove

Ever wonder why body parts mysteriously fall asleep? Where you put those pesky keys? Why you stumble over nothing in your path? Welcome to the world of fae…

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The Dark Fae

(The World of Fae, Book 1)

Category: Fiction » Young adult or teen » Romance » Fantasy
Alicia has planned a vacation at South Padre Island with her girlfriend Cassie in forever. But just as they’re enjoying a day on the beach, here comes a dark fae to spoil their holiday, except only she can see what he truly is. Alicia has no idea how upside down her world can turn with a chance meeting with one of the dark fae from the royal house of the Denkar.
Alicia’s always known she’s different–that she can recognize the mischievous fae when they show up to “play” with the humans. Only now she’s faced with one highly annoyed dark fae and she’s certain he knows the truth about her. She can see him, which means her life is forfeit.Add to that, his sister arrives, who wants to play, too. And their mother, the queen of the Denkar, will want Alicia’s head, once she learns what Alicia can do.And all because Alicia was attempting to rescue her friend, Cassie, on their beach excursion at South Padre Island, from the wicked fae. Now, Alicia has really gone and done it–and she’s thinking she should have let the fae have his fun. Her friend’s broken heart would be a lot easier to deal with, than Alicia losing her life.But it is too late for regrets. As soon as she threw the soda at the dark fae’s chest, she had declared war on the fae. And he is happy to take up the challenge.
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Off to write! 🙂 ❤

Have a great day!!! 🙂

Terry

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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Golden Fae Book Trailer!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeboRn1O6xk

How does the golden fae get into big time trouble with one fiery dragon? When playing with fire…

All the golden fae wanted to do was to pick mushrooms for her mother—in the forbidden dragon fae territory, but Kayla sees dragons practicing for their games, and she gets caught at it. She loses her locket that she needs to have when she comes of age in just a couple of weeks so she can keep her magic as a lavender grower for the golden fae. Only now, one highly annoying dragon shifter fae has got it, and she will do anything to get it back.

Alton can’t believe it when the golden fae arrives at his friend’s castle wearing the dragon fae aura now! But he has a mission to go on, save a human and a dragon fae in the human world, and Kayla ends up there offering to help—anything to get him to give her locket back to her. Only a fae seer shoots him with an iron bolt, and Kayla risks everything, trying to get him and the captured maid safely back home again.

Now he will do almost anything to learn the mysterious golden fae’s secrets, and protect her from his own kind at all costs.

stormy night, butterfly iris 007 (640x427)My butterfly iris bloomed! It has small flowers, and it was really windy, so I’m hoping to get a better picture later. But we’re supposed to have rain through Thursday, so we’ll see.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Golden-Fae-World-Book-ebook/dp/B01EAX89ZU

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Hope you enjoy the video. The castle, bracken and I believe the woods were photos I took in Scotland. The clouds, lavender, fairy statue with flowering garlic chives, and mushrooms from my home, and the ocean from Daytona Beach.

Off to finish proofing the print version one last time, and then I’m back to the beginning of SEAL Wolf Undercover! Have a beautiful day!

Terry

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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New Release: Phantom Fae!

Phantom Fae

Human turned phantom fae Brett has to survive mage trials when he has only just learned he’s a mage. And dragon fae shifter Ena is warned that the dragon fae kingdom is in turmoil, something that she vows to help put to rights.
When Brett is forced to fight alongside the phantom fae, which means take a stand against Ena and her kind, he’s not doing it. She will always have his loyalty, though when she learns he’s one of her enemy fae, and a mage on top of that, she might not feel the same about him.

Still, Prince Grotto is their common enemy, and if it means fighting him, maybe they can work together. Yet, Brett wants more than that with Ena. Will she ever see him as more than just a human fae seer she took as payment for rescuing the kingdom’s princess?

Buy Links:

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Google Play: Coming

Normally, I like to have a story that is ended, no cliff hanger because it frustrates readers when they don’t know when the next book is coming, and I never know when I can finish a book when I have so many other deadlines that absolutely have to be met: ie for a publisher.

With Hawk Fae, book 5, it had to be left like it was or it would have been two books in one. And truly, I loved the way it was ended, with resolution, but with something more devious going on coming up.

With Phantom Fae, book 6, resolution. I have two covers for two more fae stories, no idea where I want to go with them at the moment, or titles for them. But when I have some time, I’ll share.

Because I worked on finalizing this up all day yesterday, I didn’t have time to work on SEAL, so I’m behind, but I’ll hopefully catch up on word count today. I will be working on the Phantom Fae print version soon, but needed to get my word count for SEAL because it’s so much harder to manage when it gets really behind. Hopefully, I’ll be at the halfway point today, if I get caught up.

It’s been raining a lot, which is unusual in the winter, but we so needed the rain again. I slipped on the wet pavement when I went to take the dogs out at 4:45, so need to find a different pair of shoes that hopefully are less slippery, or figure out something else. I have a conference to go to in a little bit and I don’t want to be running around in airports on crutches.

Oh, and I had asked my editor if they’d be interested in a historical wolf story series some time ago because I love writing historical, but she said no. My wolves also have long lives, so often I slip some of the historical aspect into them. So I thought it would be neat to have two series, the historical ones and the contemporary ones. But when she said no, that was fine with me. A rejection means an opportunity to excel. With today’s publishing options, I can just smile and say, “Okay,” and go on my merry way and write the books of my heart anyway.

A couple of years ago I listened to a NY Times bestselling author who was writing a historical series, and she had this idea for a really cool Irish historical romance series. She was so excited to write it and her agent said if she tried to push it, he’d dump her. Now, she was a highly successful author and he was making a ton of money off her, but he was afraid if he didn’t squash this far out notion, she wouldn’t make any money and he wouldn’t. So she dumped him and got a new agent, sold the series, and made bestseller status on those books. We have to write what our heart tells us and hopefully our readers will love them every bit as much.

I wonder if the agent is regretting his decision. Even if the sales hadn’t taken off, the author had to do this. It’s what we do. Create. From the heart. And if that creativity is squashed, we end up hitting a brick wall of writing block.

Editors and agents will sometimes steer us in directions that aren’t right for us because they think that’s what the market wants. But we’re still creating the stories and we have to be able to write what we can to an extent because otherwise the story just won’t come.

So here is the cover, still need to come up with a series name and title, but I think for series name: Highland Wolf Clan. Not sure on title. It will be historical, wolf, Highlands.

And I thought this was such a fantastic cover, I had to buy it for the first book. 🙂

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That’s it! I’m listening to the rain, and it’s pouring out, typing this up, working on making the changes to SEAL that I worked on when I went to bed last night and then I’m off to write.

Have a super great Thursday. Puppies are sleeping on my lap and all is well.

🙂

Terry

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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Great Reviews for the Dark Fae, 99 cents in the Faery Realms Boxset!

#AudioBook #Review: The Dark Fae by Terry Spear – 5 Wine Glasses


17732647Title: The Dark Fae 
Series: The World of Fae #1
Author: Terry Spear 
Format: Audiobook, 184 pages
Published: April 1st 2013 (first published May 12th 2011)
Narrated by: Jeanne Whitehouse
Length: 4 hrs and 24 mins 
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Kindle | B&N | Audible
Source: Author
Reviewer: Linda
Rating: 5/5

Thoughts:

I loved this! I was enthralled, enchanted and enamored by this lively fae story that moved fast and kept me riveted from beginning to the end. There just weren’t any dull moments. The characters were fun and each was on a trip of self-discovery. This is a story that would be perfect for tweens and teens . But… it’s not just for the young. I really enjoyed it, too, and I’m in my 60s.
 
The characters shined! Alicia was raised as a human who could see the fae. All she knew about the fae royal kingdoms, she had learned from her father’s journal. As she and her friend, Cassie, were vacationing on South Padre Island, Deveron, a dark fae. made a move on Cassie. Alicia literally pours cold water on him to put a halt to his shenanigans. Deveron decides that he will enjoy paying her back. He might be surprised, though, to find the tables turned on him.
Bottom-line: If you like to escape to magical fantasy worlds with fun romances, captivating characters and non-stop. entertaining adventure, rush to whatever bookstore you use, and buy this book now!
And another review!!!
Loved this fun review of The Dark Fae also!
“What an amazing read. The Dark Fae is so dark and twisty, while at the same time amusing and flirty. This is the first Terry Spear book I’ve ever read and I have to say I’m astonished at the creativity that went into this first installment of the World of Fae series. I was riveted from the very first sentence. Alicia is a smart aleck who doesn’t quite know when to back off. She had me laughing more times than I can count. Even though she’s scared for her life, she’s tough and won’t back down. I respect that in a heroine. Deveron is delicious and dangerous. He’s the bad boy we all love and he will not let readers down. All of the drama with the dark fae vs. the human world really kept me enthralled. I couldn’t wait to find out whether Alicia would get caught and what would happen to her if she did. Oh and let’s not forget the romance. Wowzers! Alicia and Deveron are hot together…mostly due to the fact that she’s always sniping at him. Like I said, very amusing. This is a couple all readers will root for. They’re the couple who doesn’t belong together so of course, we all want them to make it. The Dark Fae is definitely a must read and I will be recommending it to everyone I know. I can’t wait to devour the rest of the series!”
Manic Readers Reviews
Rating: 4.5 Stars
Reviewer: Amanda Haffery
This book will be the 7th in the series. I’m planning on having it done by December, earlier if I can. 🙂
Phantom Fae

The Dark Fae, which is book 1 of the World of Fae,  is included and has never been on sale before. So…for 99 cents you get ALL these fae books by several different authors!

Faery Realms-final fix

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FAERY REALMS: TEN MAGICAL TITLES (Multi-Author Boxed Set, novels & novellas)
*Purchased individually, these books cost over $15 – List price $9.99 – Save 90% – Now on sale for only .99 cents!*

Enter the magical realms of Faery with these ten award-winning, bestselling fantasy authors. Each title in this sampler collection offers a new and different world full of mystery, love, and most of all, fae enchantment~

Over 1400 pages of stories, with *exclusive* titles from Alexia Purdy, Tara Maya, and Anthea Sharp! Together, these books have over 250 5-star reviews on Amazon and 150 5-star reviews on B&N

~Best for ages 13 and up~

THE FAERIE GUARDIANRACHEL MORGAN
Kickbutt faerie Violet is about to graduate as the top guardian trainee of her class, but when an assignment goes wrong and the human boy she’s meant to be protecting follows her back into the fae realm, a dangerous plot is set in motion. (298 pages)

THE WITHERING PALACE (A Dark Faerie Tale 0.1)ALEXIA PURDY *Exclusive Content*
Untold darkness rules the Unseelie realm of the Land of Faerie. Hidden in this vast area, Aveta, the future queen of the Unseelie Army, perfects her gifts over lifetimes. Learning that magic isn’t the only way to manipulate the world around her, this naive girl grows into a woman of strength and cunning, ultimately becoming one of the most feared leaders in Faerie.

DARK PROMISEJULIA CRANE & TALIA JAGER
Rylie’s life is turned upside down when a stranger knocks on the door, claiming to be her real mother. Soon she will have to face the terrifying fact that not only is she a faery, but one that has been promised to the dark prince. (240 pages)


FEYLAND: THE FIRST ADVENTUREANTHEA SHARP

High-tech gaming and ancient magic collide when a computer game opens a gateway to the treacherous Realm of Faerie. Jennet Carter never thought hacking into her dad’s new epic-fantasy sim-game would be so exciting… or dangerous. But behind the interface, dark forces lie in wait, leading her toward a battle that will test her to her limits and cost her more than she ever imagined. (65 pages)

BLOOD FAERIEINDIA DRUMMOND
Unjustly sentenced to death, Eilidh ran—away from faerie lands to the streets of Perth, Scotland. When she discovers a human murdered by one of her own kind, she must choose: flee, or learn to tap into the forbidden magic that cost her everything. (264 pages)
HOOD & FAE (Daughters of Red Riding Hood)TARA MAYA  *Exclusive Content*
Roxy Hood is just trying to make ends meet to pay her mom’s medical bills. Sure, Roxy takes on some jobs of, ahem, dubious integrity, like pretending that she can speak to the dead. But hey, that’s harmless. It’s not like a malignant ghoul is going to attack her. Or a sexy billionaire will show up trying to buy her red jacket. Or a werewolf will attack Granny Rose. Because that would be whacked.

THE DARK FAETERRY SPEAR  USA Today Bestselling Author Alicia can recognize the mischievous fae when they show up to “play” with the humans. Only now she’s faced with one highly annoyed dark fae and she’s certain he knows the truth about her. She can see him, which means her life is forfeit. (184 pages)
EHRIADJENNA ELIZABETH JOHNSON
Cade MacRoich is Ehríad, an outcast of Eile. While hunting Otherworldly monsters in the mortal world, he discovers Meghan, a young woman whose magic seems very familiar …
Three scenes from Faelorehn – Book One of the Otherworld Trilogy, told from Cade’s perspective. (84 pages)
ONCE (Gypsy Fairy Tale)DANA MICHELLE BURNETT
Harmony’s life will never be the same… Every day is just as normal, and just as boring, as the one before it… And then the Carnival comes to town. Suddenly, Harmony’s small town world is overtaken by the handsome Kieran and she discovers that not all fairy tales are pretend. (140 pages)

FAE HORSE: A Faery TaleANTHEA SHARP *Exclusive content*
Accused as witch, Eileen flees for her life. When a strange black horse appears, her only hope of escape, she mounts it—to discover the cost of her ride may be more than any mortal could bear. (20 pages)

SELECT REVIEWS:

“It was fast paced, entertaining, witty, and even swoon-worthy at times. Rachel’s characters were fun to follow, and Violet is sarcastic and strong and a force to be reckoned with—everything I love in a female lead.” –Cover2CoverBlog review of The Faerie Guardian

“Turmoil, heartache and unexpected romance – all three are immersed into this tale of the Fae.”— Craving YA Reads review of Dark Promise
“The plot was fast paced and interesting … I can’t recommend the rest of the trilogy enough.” –The Mad Reviewer on Feyland: The First Adventure

“All in all, this is hands down one of the most unique Fae stories I have ever read before- India Drummond has truly created a beautiful world.” –Avery’s Book Nook review of Blood Faerie

“Enter the World of the Fae: Magical worlds aren’t just for young adults, I enjoyed this tale and look forward to reading the other books in this series.” –ParaNormal Romance Reviews of The Dark Fae
“I thought this was a great, quick summer read! Great story combined with bits of mythology and Irish folklore. I read the entire trilogy in a few days.” –Kristin David on Ehriad

“Once I started this book I could not put it down, I had to know what happened next.” ~ Amazing Book Come To Life review of Once (Gypsy Fairy Tale)

Have a terrific TGIF!!!
At 45,000, and counting! 25,000 words to go on Her Highland Hero!

Terry

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

www.terryspear.com

Faery Realms Box Set–including The Dark Fae

Faery Realms-final fix

The Dark Fae, which is book 1 of the World of Fae,  is included and has never been on sale before. So…

 

for 99 cents you get ALL these fae books by several different authors!

 

Faery Realms Final 3D

FAERY REALMS: TEN MAGICAL TITLES (Multi-Author Boxed Set, novels & novellas)
*Purchased individually, these books cost over $15 – List price $9.99 – Save 90% – Now on sale for only .99 cents!*

Enter the magical realms of Faery with these ten award-winning, bestselling fantasy authors. Each title in this sampler collection offers a new and different world full of mystery, love, and most of all, fae enchantment~

Over 1400 pages of stories, with *exclusive* titles from Alexia Purdy, Tara Maya, and Anthea Sharp! Together, these books have over 250 5-star reviews on Amazon and 150 5-star reviews on B&N

~Best for ages 13 and up~

THE FAERIE GUARDIANRACHEL MORGAN
Kickbutt faerie Violet is about to graduate as the top guardian trainee of her class, but when an assignment goes wrong and the human boy she’s meant to be protecting follows her back into the fae realm, a dangerous plot is set in motion. (298 pages)

THE WITHERING PALACE (A Dark Faerie Tale 0.1)ALEXIA PURDY *Exclusive Content*
Untold darkness rules the Unseelie realm of the Land of Faerie. Hidden in this vast area, Aveta, the future queen of the Unseelie Army, perfects her gifts over lifetimes. Learning that magic isn’t the only way to manipulate the world around her, this naive girl grows into a woman of strength and cunning, ultimately becoming one of the most feared leaders in Faerie.

DARK PROMISEJULIA CRANE & TALIA JAGER
Rylie’s life is turned upside down when a stranger knocks on the door, claiming to be her real mother. Soon she will have to face the terrifying fact that not only is she a faery, but one that has been promised to the dark prince. (240 pages)


FEYLAND: THE FIRST ADVENTUREANTHEA SHARP

High-tech gaming and ancient magic collide when a computer game opens a gateway to the treacherous Realm of Faerie. Jennet Carter never thought hacking into her dad’s new epic-fantasy sim-game would be so exciting… or dangerous. But behind the interface, dark forces lie in wait, leading her toward a battle that will test her to her limits and cost her more than she ever imagined. (65 pages)

BLOOD FAERIEINDIA DRUMMOND
Unjustly sentenced to death, Eilidh ran—away from faerie lands to the streets of Perth, Scotland. When she discovers a human murdered by one of her own kind, she must choose: flee, or learn to tap into the forbidden magic that cost her everything. (264 pages)
HOOD & FAE (Daughters of Red Riding Hood)TARA MAYA  *Exclusive Content*
Roxy Hood is just trying to make ends meet to pay her mom’s medical bills. Sure, Roxy takes on some jobs of, ahem, dubious integrity, like pretending that she can speak to the dead. But hey, that’s harmless. It’s not like a malignant ghoul is going to attack her. Or a sexy billionaire will show up trying to buy her red jacket. Or a werewolf will attack Granny Rose. Because that would be whacked.

THE DARK FAETERRY SPEAR  USA Today Bestselling Author Alicia can recognize the mischievous fae when they show up to “play” with the humans. Only now she’s faced with one highly annoyed dark fae and she’s certain he knows the truth about her. She can see him, which means her life is forfeit. (184 pages)
EHRIADJENNA ELIZABETH JOHNSON
Cade MacRoich is Ehríad, an outcast of Eile. While hunting Otherworldly monsters in the mortal world, he discovers Meghan, a young woman whose magic seems very familiar …
Three scenes from Faelorehn – Book One of the Otherworld Trilogy, told from Cade’s perspective. (84 pages)
ONCE (Gypsy Fairy Tale)DANA MICHELLE BURNETT
Harmony’s life will never be the same… Every day is just as normal, and just as boring, as the one before it… And then the Carnival comes to town. Suddenly, Harmony’s small town world is overtaken by the handsome Kieran and she discovers that not all fairy tales are pretend. (140 pages)

FAE HORSE: A Faery TaleANTHEA SHARP *Exclusive content*
Accused as witch, Eileen flees for her life. When a strange black horse appears, her only hope of escape, she mounts it—to discover the cost of her ride may be more than any mortal could bear. (20 pages)

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“It was fast paced, entertaining, witty, and even swoon-worthy at times. Rachel’s characters were fun to follow, and Violet is sarcastic and strong and a force to be reckoned with—everything I love in a female lead.” –Cover2CoverBlog review of The Faerie Guardian

“Turmoil, heartache and unexpected romance – all three are immersed into this tale of the Fae.”— Craving YA Reads review of Dark Promise
“The plot was fast paced and interesting … I can’t recommend the rest of the trilogy enough.” –The Mad Reviewer on Feyland: The First Adventure

“All in all, this is hands down one of the most unique Fae stories I have ever read before- India Drummond has truly created a beautiful world.” –Avery’s Book Nook review of Blood Faerie

“Enter the World of the Fae: Magical worlds aren’t just for young adults, I enjoyed this tale and look forward to reading the other books in this series.” –ParaNormal Romance Reviews of The Dark Fae
“I thought this was a great, quick summer read! Great story combined with bits of mythology and Irish folklore. I read the entire trilogy in a few days.” –Kristin David on Ehriad

“Once I started this book I could not put it down, I had to know what happened next.” ~ Amazing Book Come To Life review of Once (Gypsy Fairy Tale)

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The problem with working on books and then turning them in, is they come back for edits. Then second round of edits. Then final edits. Then proofing edits.

The good thing is that I’ve written 4 more books while that happens, so every time a book comes back for edits, I’m all right with it because it’s been a while since I read it last!

The bad thing is that I’m working on a current book and hate to leave that story behind because each story I’m working on, either new, or the edited finished book, I really get into. Then it’s hard for me to get back to the book I’m working on.

The good thing is that the edited book A Hero of a Highland Wolf, will be out in August, so that’s a time to celebrate. And the other good news is that while I’m working on the current book, I will be reminded that, hey, I finished a book before, I can do it again.

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The bad news is that it makes me behind on my word count for the new book.

Soooo, I wrote 5,000 on Monday to make up for it, and have to write another 5,000 to make my word count for the week. And have 25,000 words left to go.  This is where I’m coming down to the wire. I’ve got to ensure I’ve wrapped up all the loose ends, I have to make sure that everything in the story is important to the story. I have to figure out who the bad guy is. 🙂

Sometimes, I know from the start. Sometimes, I like the bad guy too much and can’t make him the bad guy. LOL

So there you have it. Not even I know how this will end.

I’m off though, to get more of something done.

Have a delightful Tuesday!

Terry

http://www.terryspear.com


Terry

www.terryspear.com

The World of Fae Series by Terry Spear

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