The Lusty Month
It’s May. Peach tree blossoms, long walks, warm weather, grilled seafood, ice cream cones, and cake. Of the literary variety that is. My new book, Cake, a fun-filled fantasy romance about a woman who lands in the Land of Cake releases today from Wings ePress. To celebrate, I’ve posted a yummy contest on my website. Hope you stop by to enter it and read more about the book. In the meantime, here’s a quick excerpt for your May Day pleasure:
A slight smile played at Rune’s lips and he seemed relaxed. He acted as though they strolled through Brickbottom and that reassured her somewhat. Still, Breena’s gaze skittered to the edge of the wetlands, where something rustled in the cattails. She began to hum.
They entered the swamp with its towering trees, dead giants choked in webs of gray-green. Splashes of blue, will o’ the wisp, fired along the path and in the bracken. Thoughts of Dracula flit through her mind. She hummed louder.
“You’re going to start babbling in a minute, aren’t you?” Rune asked. “If you start singing, I will throw you in the swamp.”
“There are alligators in swamps, Rune, with big teeth and they move really fast. My parents took me to Louisiana when I was a kid and we went on a canoe ride through the swamps and they just sit there like fat lumps and grin and then they slither and there’s this thing called the loup-garou, probably a relative of Luke’s, but not so nice. I didn’t see one of course but it felt like it was out there waiting and--”
He stopped walking. “Fox cub?”
“Yeah?”
He took her by the shoulders and very slowly, leaned forward to touch her nose with his. He drew back and said, “I assure you that there are no alligators, swamp werewolves, or any evil creatures in Scar Burrow.”
“Oh yeah?” she said, looking over his shoulder at the horde of zombies advancing on them. “Then what about them?”
A slight smile played at Rune’s lips and he seemed relaxed. He acted as though they strolled through Brickbottom and that reassured her somewhat. Still, Breena’s gaze skittered to the edge of the wetlands, where something rustled in the cattails. She began to hum.
They entered the swamp with its towering trees, dead giants choked in webs of gray-green. Splashes of blue, will o’ the wisp, fired along the path and in the bracken. Thoughts of Dracula flit through her mind. She hummed louder.
“You’re going to start babbling in a minute, aren’t you?” Rune asked. “If you start singing, I will throw you in the swamp.”
“There are alligators in swamps, Rune, with big teeth and they move really fast. My parents took me to Louisiana when I was a kid and we went on a canoe ride through the swamps and they just sit there like fat lumps and grin and then they slither and there’s this thing called the loup-garou, probably a relative of Luke’s, but not so nice. I didn’t see one of course but it felt like it was out there waiting and--”
He stopped walking. “Fox cub?”
“Yeah?”
He took her by the shoulders and very slowly, leaned forward to touch her nose with his. He drew back and said, “I assure you that there are no alligators, swamp werewolves, or any evil creatures in Scar Burrow.”
“Oh yeah?” she said, looking over his shoulder at the horde of zombies advancing on them. “Then what about them?”
Labels: Cake, fairy tale, romance novel
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