Welcome to the blog tour for REKINDLED, a NEMESIS prequel novella in the young adult paranormal romance series, The Circuit Fae, by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
About the Book
Series: The Circuit Fae #3.5
Author: Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
Publisher: Firefly Hill Press
Release Date: March 26, 2019
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
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“If you like reading about the fae, other realms and watching two bada** chicks fight then you will love this series! – The Avid Reader
It’s good to be queen. Except when it’s a total disaster.
Syl Skye, newly crowned Queen of Fair Faerie, would be psyched to be the ruler of her Summer realm, except for two things.
First, her girlfriend Rouen Rivoche became Queen of Dark Faerie, the Winter realm. That would be great except the Winter realm’s always been at war with Summer. By tradition, that makes Rouen Syl’s mortal enemy. That said, love can break past old hatred, right? Especially with a new foe about to attack them both.
Which brings us to Syl’s second problem. Rouen’s under a dark spell and doesn’t remember Syl, their lives, their love. Worse, if Syl doesn’t break the spell by the next new moon, Rouen will forget her forever.
“Fast paced, full of action, never a moment of bore! Strongly recommended!” – Annarella, Goodreads
To defeat their foe, it’ll take two soul-bound queens whose hearts and minds act as one. Trouble is, no one has ever broken the dark spell Rouen suffers from.
Good thing Syl isn’t the type of queen who gives up easily.
Don’t miss Syl and Roue’s adventures in REKINDLED, the new prequel novella to NEMESIS, Book 4 of the Circuit Fae
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Perfect for readers of romance, urban fantasy, fairy stories and LGBT.
CIRCUIT FAE is about two Fae queens, Syl the Summer Queen and Rouen the Winter Queen. Mortal enemies. Girlfriends. Relationship status: it’s complicated. In this scene, an enemy has Rouen captive and has cast a memory curse on her to forget Syl. Of course, Syl’s trying to save her.
If anyone’s going to save Rouen, it’s gonna be me.
Even if it means going up against troll bodyguards. Our plan is either genius or insane. I can’t tell. But it involves my charm, Pru’s cooking, and Lennon’s hacking skills.
We got this. “Ready for Plan #7?” I say to Pru and Lennon.
“Yup.” Pru pushes our way to the front. Her natural-born ability to push people’s buttons is key to Phase I. “Hey!” She waves the tart under the trolls’ noses.
Brocky, the bigger one, turns, the meaty sinews in his neck creak like grinding rocks. His eyes zero in on the tart. He doesn’t even bother to wipe away the drool. “Give it.”
“Mine.” Grinning obnoxiously, Pru shoves the entire tart in her mouth. “Soooo good.” Her voice is muffled by all that delicious pastry as she goads them. “My special recipe, boys, and can I just say? It’s like heaven and Nirvana had a custard baby.”
She’s got both trolls’ full attention now, both of them growling and balling their fists. Yup, they are mad with a capital M. Good going, Pru.
I step up next to her. “Who wants the last one?”
“Give it. Now.”
Hands the size of my head reach out for the tart.
I fake-stretch across the barrier, pretending I can’t reach. “Sorry, guys. Too short. You’ll have to come closer.”
For a tense second, Brocky and Dyll look at each other.
My heart slams against my rib cage. They won’t go for it. No one’s this stupid… And if Plan 7 is a bust, I won’t get Roue alone, and tonight’ll be a total waste.
Come on, take the bait. Good trolls. Nice trolls.
“Or I could just eat it.” Pru ups the ante by reaching for the tart.
“No!” Both trolls lumber away from the backstage door to loom over us. Behind my back, I give Lennon a go-go-go gesture, and she slides through the crowd toward the locked door.
Plan 7 is officially in motion.
“Give it.” Brocky thrusts out a meaty hand, wiggling rootlike fingers. Drool dribbles from the corner of his mouth.
“Welllll…” I scrunch my forehead, pretending to think hard. “I can’t exactly give it to both of you, can I?”
Dyll, the smaller troll, works his lower tusks. “No?” he guesses.
“No is right, big guy.” Pru chucks his chin, just to be extra annoying.
I wave the tart under their twitching noses. “Who’s it going to be, boys? You?” I snatch it away when Brocky reaches, then I tease Dyll with it. “Or your friend?”
Brocky growls like an avalanche crushing a mountain. “What friend?”
Ha! This is too easy. Candy from babies. “Well, if you’re not friends, you could…I don’t know…fight for it?”
Brocky snarls angrily, Dyll huffs through his tusks, and I freeze like a deer in the headlights. Crap. That might’ve been a step too far. They’re going to see Lennon, with her tiny homemade hacking laptop (she calls it a“deck” after an old RPG) hooked up to the door’s security panel…
Ugh. Fight for it? Really, Syl? My heart sinks. This’ll never work.
Wham! Brocky punches Dyll in the mouth, sending the smaller troll reeling into the barriers. Slam! Crash! The metal barriers topple over, and the crowd rears back in fear as Dyll tackles Brocky into the building.
Or…it could TOTALLY work.
As the two trolls go at it, WWE-style, I slip past them to where Lenn’s feverishly hacking the security system on the door.
“One more second…” Lennon’s fingers fly over her deck.
The panel light turns from red to green. With a sharp click, the door opens.
“Thanks, Lenn.” I practically dive into the club’s dark backstage area. I glance back at Pru. She gives me the thumbs-up as she cheers on the trolls, winding them up into a frothing frenzy.
Getting past the trolls was easy. Convincing a memory-spelled Roue that I’m not her mortal enemy, that she’s the queen of the dark Fae, and our realms need us?
That might be the hardest thing I ever do.
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About the Author
Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance–where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.
She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she’s clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.
She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.
GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.
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