Blurb:
When Ianthe began her career as a faery godmother, she stumbled so badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again. After a long suspension, she’s finally been given a chance to redeem herself…but everything on this latest assignment is going wrong.
But why?
Worse, she definitely doesn’t need an attractive mortal man distracting her from her duties. Of course, needs and wants are two different things.
Briak has had his eye on Ianthe for a very, very long time, but he’s been waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Despite the fact all hell’s about to break loose on his watch, he can’t resist the opportunity to insert himself into her earthly assignment. Can he convince Ianthe of her true calling and thereby win her heart? Or will his subterfuge ultimately cost him her love?
Excerpt:
Ianthe studied him, curiosity all over her face. “Didn’t I hear you say something about roof trouble?”
“You heard that?”
She blinked owlishly. “Uh, well. I thought I heard Mr. Davies say something about a roof when I came in. You’d rather have a paying group sooner rather than later, I’m sure.”
Raindrops the size of hubcaps spattered the windshield.
She sighed and faced the front. “You don’t have any kids of your own, Mr. McGee?”
He cleared his throat and gave careful attention to his parking. “Haven’t had a chance. Call me Briak. Have you been working there long?” he asked after a moment. “At the elementary school?”
“Off and on,” she said.
She looked away, studying her nails. Was she going to make him pay for a manicure too? He frowned. Probably, and get the most expensive one, to boot. Vain and Selfish. What charming traits! Among many of the reasons he loved her. She would fit right in with his people. “I withdraw the question. I don’t remember seeing you around here much. Clover Glen’s not a big town, after all.” Stop babbling! Hard not to. She did have the prettiest, distracting eyes.
He drove through the gates. “I’m gonna shut my mouth now.”
She laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve heard worse. A certain horse—”
Boy, he wondered what would happen if a human ever hooked her to one of their lie detectors. He pulled into a parking place. “Horse?”
She bit her lip, shook her head. “Never mind.”
He shut the truck off, and tugged Mallory’s keys from the ignition.
“Well,” she said, and seemed at a loss for words.
He didn’t care, fine right here, so close he could almost count the striations of complementary colors in her blue eyes.
She cleared her throat.
“Oh, wait.” He jumped out of the truck and ran through the rain to slip inside the office. The air conditioner hit him along with the secretary’s shocked exclamation.
“Good God, Briak! What’ve you gotten into now?”
“Umbrella?” he asked.
She pointed a stubby finger to the umbrella rack at his side.
“Thanks.” He snatched the thing out and undid its snap.
“Don’t open it inside,” she warned. “Bad luck.”
He winked at her. “What do you know about bad luck?” She was too nice for it. Maybe he’d bypass her family in the next few Wild Hunts.
He stepped onto the porch and flicked the umbrella open. Pink. With daisies. Wonderful. Now that’s bad luck. He knew the gods hated him, but this was low even for them. Note to self, talk Randall into firing Mrs. White. Or get her a new umbrella one of these days.
He took the porch steps and opened the truck door for his stranded damsel. Ianthe slid to the ground, slammed the truck door behind her, and snuggled close underneath the umbrella. Briak wished they had a longer walk, something to give him time to figure out how to make this assignment backfire. The thought of prolonging his time with the lovely Ianthe wasn’t offensive either.
Their jaunt was over in less than ten steps.
She disappeared into the office bathroom and after several minutes, returned, having wiped the muck off her legs. “There,” she said.
“Pretty as a picture,” he agreed.
She stretched, arching her back as she ran her hands through her hair.
His mouth went dry. She had no idea how lovely she was.
“Thanks for your help,” she said offering her hand.
“Don’t thank me. Mrs. White’s the one who loaned the umbrella.”
She blinked and paused, not quite touching his fingers. “Mrs. White?”
“Lise. The ranch secretary.”
“Lise,” she said. “Oh, yes.” She folded her hand around the strap of her purse. “I thought you meant the horse.”
He peered toward the gates to see Mallory and the errant Snow White speeding toward the stables. Rain sluiced down from Mallory’s hair, slicking her skin, drenching her shirt and jeans. Yep. She would kill him, he was sure. “No.” He gestured to the office. “That’s Lise.” And to the horse and Mallory. “That’s Snow White, and that woman on her back is a she-devil.” Ianthe blinked. “I mean, someone else.”
The someone else he hoped wouldn’t interrupt.
Ianthe reached into her purse and emerged with a key chain decorated with a small starburst and rainbow. “Well, thanks. I couldn’t have survived that ordeal without you. I’ll make sure the committee hears of your heroics.”
Puzzlement furrowed his brow. “What committee?”
Ianthe stared as if she was a deer caught in headlights. She blinked. “The one giving out knight in shining armor-hood, of course.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “That won’t be necessary.” He took a deep breath. “Would you like to have lunch sometime?”
She blinked. “With you?”
He nodded.
A slow smile curved her lips and warmed him to his toes—and a few other places.
“Maybe. Well, thank you again,” she said. “I’ll be in touch to hash out the party with Mr. Davies.”
She looked up at the rain clouds, stepped off the porch and squealed as she ran to her car. Settled into the driver’s seat, she ran her hands through her hair, and finished primping, started the engine.
Maybe, she’d said.
He’d take a maybe, for now.
Genre: Upper YA/New Adult (sweet) paranormal romance
Release Date: June 5
Length: 160 pages
Cover art by Boulevard Photografica
Buy links for ebook and paperback:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Changelings-Crown-Juli-D-Revezzo-ebook/dp/B00KPJ27UW
Good Reads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22431583-changeling-s-crown
Author Bio:
Juli D. Revezzo is a Florida girl, with a love of fantasy, science fiction, and Arthurian legend, so much so she gained a B.A. in English and American Literature. She loves writing stories with fantastical elements whether it be a full-on fantasy, or a story set in this world–slightly askew. She has been published in short form in Eternal Haunted Summer, Dark Things II: Cat Crimes (a charity anthology for cat related charities), Luna Station Quarterly, Crossing the River; The Scribing Ibis: An Anthology of Pagan Fiction in Honor of Thoth, and Twisted Dreams Magazine. She is author of The Antique Magic paranormal fantasy series and has recently released her latest paranormal romance novel, Changeling’s Crown. She also has an article and book review or two out there. But her heart lies in the storytelling. She is a member of the Independent Author Network and the Magic Appreciation Tour.
Links:
Homepage: http://julidrevezzo.com
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Twitter: @julidrevezzo
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