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March 20, 2016
#EggcerptExchange Stranger at My Door by Mari Manning
Stranger at My DoorMari Manning
The only thing standing between Dinah Pittman and a murderer is a man she’s afraid to trust …
As far as Dinah Pittman is concerned, men can’t be trusted. Especially cops. Her own father was a cop and a convicted felon who stole a small fortune before dying in prison. The best part? No one knows where the money is…and someone is willing to kill off everyone who knows anything about it.
And Dinah is next.
Rafe Morales left the Dallas police force to settle down to a simpler life in the small Texas town of El Royo. Instead, he finds himself protecting an infuriating, tough-as-nails, oh-so-sexy victim—and driving himself crazy with a thoroughly unprofessional desire.
But as the body count rises, Rafe and Dinah must find a way to trust each other…before they both end up dead.
Excerpt from Stranger at My Door
The front door rebounded and clipped Rafe’s shoulder. He kicked it closed with his boot before raking his flashlight beam across the unlit entryway. The hall was clear. His heart thumping against ribs, he burst into the living room. His light hit the figure of a woman, and his feet froze. He tilted the beam up and framed Dinah Pittman’s expressionless face.
Most girls would have screamed or hid when he kicked in the door. Not this one. She had balls, he’d give her that.
Her forearm lifted to shield her eyes from the light. “Who are you? What do you want?” She sounded tired. “I already told Teke, I don’t know where the money is.”
Rafe lowered the flashlight and rolled his shoulder to loosen a tight muscle. There were about two dozen abandoned bungalows in this part of town. When he saw a candle flickering in the window, he’d expected a confrontation with teenagers or maybe a squatter.
He stepped into the candlelight. “Officer Morales, ma’am. Got something against electricity?” As soon as the words were out, he regretted them. The pink flyers. She’d needed money to turn on the lights.
Her mouth tightened. “Get out.” Turning to a small table by the window, she gathered up scattered cards, probably her tarot cards. Had she found customers already?
He studied her as he summoned up an appropriate apology. She wore cut-offs and a white T-shirt. His eyes swept down her slim legs to her bare feet and red toenails before he could stop himself. Why were pain-in-the-ass women always hot?
“I didn’t mean to upset you—”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“That’s tough to do with you around.”
Her hand stilled for a moment, then returned to its task. “You could have knocked.”
“Sometimes we get squatters in these abandoned houses. They’re more likely to be discouraged by a show of force.”
“I could have been a mass murderer. Aren’t you supposed to call for backup?” She glanced down at his flashlight. “If I was a bad guy with a gun, you’d be dead, Officer Morales.”
“Rafe.”
She’d read him right. He’d tried to pull out his service revolver when he broke down the door, but—predictably—his hand had turned to Jell-O. After two years, he still couldn’t get past the night in Dallas when his beautiful, daring Sam’s luck ran out, and he’d avenged her but failed to live up to his own lofty ideals. So he relied on the element of surprise and big fists.
Gathering up the cards, she set them in a neat stack. “As you can see, I am not a squatter.” Her gaze flickered to his flashlight, then back up to his face. “There’s an empty house about two blocks down if you’re determined to rescue one.”
The corner of his mouth inched up. She’d be a handful…for the right man, which sure as hell wasn’t him. Not anymore. “Thanks for the tip.”
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Get to know Dinah…
Where did you grow up?
I grew up in a small town in Texas. I’ll tell you the name, but it doesn’t matter since no one’s ever heard of it. It’s El Royo. For the first 17 years of my life, I loved it, then a crime destroyed my family, and I couldn’t get away fast enough.
When is your birthday?
I’m 25, so you do the math. I was born on November 1, and my mother, who believed in the stars, painted the night sky at it appeared the day I was born on the ceiling of my bedroom.
What would you do if you won the lottery?
Pay back the money my father stole.
And Rafe…
Where did you grow up?
I grew up on Hacienda Osito, which means Little Bear Ranch in Spanish.
Worst fear or nightmare?
I’ve lived through my worst fear – I watched someone I love die before my eyes. Something broke in me that night. Most people call it my nerve. My mother swears it’s my alma, which means soul. Whatever it is, I hope it mends, but I don’t believe I will ever be whole again.
About Mari ManningLet’s start with the fun stuff. I love small towns, mysteries, quiet men, laughter, old-fashioned spaghetti dinners. I love boots and shopping and jokes and Hershey’s dark chocolate and white wine. I love lots of things. But my first love is reading.
I love to read. Just about anything, but it has to be well-written. I go through periods where I am into historical novels or romance or mystery or history or biography. I never know when my desires will suddenly change.
Now for the writer-ish, official stuff: Mari Manning is the author of several contemporary romances and three romantic suspense novels set in the Texas Hill Country. Stranger at My Door is the first in her A Murder in Texas series. The second, Stranger in My House will be published by Entangled later this year. The third book in the series is Stranger in My Bed. Currently Mari is working on a series of cozy mysteries.
She and her husband live in Chicago.
Contact Mari at manningillinois@gmail.com
Visit her website at www.marimanning.com
Follow her on Twitter @mari_manning
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March 19, 2016
Green Beer and Red Wine (Mar 19)
Christine took his wine without thinking twice. It had been a long time since she’d shared a drink with a man, but it wasn’t a big deal. Really, it was a drink, not a bed.
Although she wouldn’t have passed up sharing his bed either.
‘Jeez,’ she chastised herself. ‘I need to get a grip.’
“This is much better,” Christine said, setting the glass back down in front of Mac. She was going to need her own glass.
“You can finish it,” Mac said, pushing the glass back to her.
Christine stifled the urge to shake her head. He was being nice. Nice sucked. Nice meant he was trying not to piss her off. Which meant boring.
“Maybe I’ll try a mojito instead. Those are green, right? Something festive. Are you Irish?” He had to be with his red hair. He looked a little annoyed by the question and Christine wondered if she’d hit a nerve.
“Yeah, but I don’t celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.”
“How is that possible? Everyone celebrates St. Patrick’s Day. You’re Irish. Doesn’t that mean you have to celebrate?”
His jaw ticked as he sipped the glass of wine he’d just offered her the rest of. She smiled to herself, wondering if she was going to get to see something other than a polite guy who would bore her to tears by the end of the night.
“I guess that’s why. Why bother celebrating when amateur drunks were pretending they had any idea what was really going on? St. Patrick’s day isn’t about drinking. It was originally just meant as a day to celebrate the man who brought religion to Ireland.”
“Whoa,” Christine interrupted his tirade. “I didn’t know you were so passionate about it.”
“Yeah, well, it’s frustrating that the Irish get accused of being drunks all the time when the people who cause the biggest problems aren’t usually even Irish. We can hold our damn liquor. Not the lightweights who think they can drink me under a table and then get pissed when they pass out and I could probably drive home.”
Christine smirked. “Well, that sounds like a story. Why don’t you tell me about it?”
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March 18, 2016
#EggcerptExchange Infinity by Allaina Daniels
InfinityAllaina Daniels
Professional animal trainer, Carmen Rockwell, is happy living her life on the edge of society. She owns a high profile business that is run by her best friend, Lissy, the only person she thinks she needs in her life. Because of an unusual gift, she is the best in the country at what she does. She goes away for work and finds herself suddenly drawn into a new world- one that she never knew existed and against her will, it follows her home, demanding that she enter into the life she was destined to live. An important date is approaching fast, but will she turn away from this new world and hide or will she face her fate head on? One man could make all the difference- but does he love her or is she only a means to an end?
Excerpt from Infinity
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Meet Carmen and Gabriel
A: “I’m curious, what would the two of you do if you won the lottery?”
G: Looks at Carmen, “Do you play the lottery?”
C: Looks at Gabriel, “No. You?”
G: “Nope.”
A: “Guys. Seriously. This can be hypothetical.”
C: Smirks, “Hypothetically I would make sure that Laura and Anthony had everything they could ever want, Mary too.”
G: Nodding, “Yes. I’d help the less fortunate.”
A: “So you are humanitarians?”
G: “I guess I am. I mean, I am some percentage human… somewhere.”
C: Nudges Gabriel with her thigh, “You pout like a human man when you don’t get your way, or when you stub your big toe on the corner of the cabinet.”
G: Tries not to laugh, “That cabinet has it out for me. It is possessed.”
C: Looks at me and rolls her eyes then looks back at Gabriel, “If you would watch where you were going, you wouldn’t keep running into the counter.”
G: “Woman, it’s your fault. You distract me.”
A: Laughs, “You two.”
Get to know AllainaAllaina Daniels is a sassy domestic goddess from Georgia whose addiction to caffeine is surpassed only by her passion for the written word.
Her debut paranormal romance, Infinity, was released in August 2015; and, her second novel is expected to be available by summer 2016.
Allaina is an avid reader and reviewer of all genres and enjoys connecting with her readers on social media.
You can stalk her at her website, Facebook, Amazon, Goodreads, or Twitter!
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March 16, 2016
Green Beer and Red Wine (Mar 16)
Mac wanted to laugh, but she looked so fearful that he couldn’t. He’d given her the wrong impression, which wasn’t his intention, but he had done it anyway.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not a murderer. I drove her away. I… I made some bad choices. We fought one night and she went out to get away from me. She was in a car accident. She died on her way to the hospital.”
Christine visibly sighed. She took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds. Mac waited on the edge of his seat to see what she would say. Before she had the chance to respond their waiter was back, asking for her drink order.
“Whatever green beer you have,” she told him. Christine turned back to Mac. “I loved green beer. I’m sure it’s full of shit I shouldn’t have, but it’s such a treat. This time of year is the only time I drink beer at all.”
Mac stifled a groan. Just what he needed, a woman who liked green beer.
“I’m sorry about what happened to you. If you’re not over her, I’ll go. Well, after I drink my beer.” She grinned at him and Mac felt marginally better.
“Stay. Drink your disgusting beer-”
“Excuse me, green beer is not disgusting. It’s a rare find.”
“There’s a reason it’s rare,” Mac teased. “It tastes horrible.”
Christine scoffed at him and tried to hide her smile. “It’s delicious.”
The waiter set her beer down in front of her and took their orders. When he left Christine raised her beer in a toast. “To green beer and red wine,” she said, tapping her glass to his. Mac watched as she took a sip and grimaced. To her credit she swallowed the drink and set it down diplomatically.
“As good as you remembered?” Mac asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Christine didn’t answer right away. When she finally looked up at him her eyes were betraying the smile she was trying not to show. “It was delicious. It’s been a long time since I had a green beer though. A little… different… than I remember.”
“It tastes like crap doesn’t it?”
Christine’s smile broke through slowly until she was beaming at him. “God yes. The stuff is horrible. I don’t know if it’s the beer or the green, but I think I’ve had my last green beer.”
She went back in for another sip. He watched, fascinated, as she took a healthy swallow and held it in her mouth before swallowing with obvious effort.
“Dear God, that’s horrible.” Christine shuddered and glared at the glass as though something was going to crawl out of it.
“Here,” Mac said, passing his wine glass over. “Red wine is much better.”
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March 15, 2016
Plump & Pretty, now available!
I’m smiling like a crazy person right now! Plump & Pretty is available and you guys are making my dreams come true! Seriously. I’ve been wanting to be a writer for a long time and I’m so insanely grateful to you for finding me, following me, friending me, and reading my books. Today it all hit home how amazing my job is and how much I appreciate you. I’ve always felt it, but with another release I realized all over again just how fabulous you are and how much I adore you.
Thank you. With all my heart, thank you.
I’m celebrating Plump & Pretty today! I loved Riley. She’s built very similar to me and I have thought many times how cool it would be to work in a bookstore. That’s why I think I have the coolest job ever… I get to test out a bunch of different jobs as I write about them.
Riley faces some tough decisions in Plump & Pretty. She is a really happy person, but, like everyone, she wants more. She has to decide what is the most important thing in her life, and what she’s willing to sacrifice for it.
Riley is a quiet woman. She likes to read, hides behind her books. She doesn’t date much and thinks no one would be interested in the quiet, plump girl with her nose in a book.
Connor was the high school hottie. Riley knew of him, but never knew him. So when he approaches her at a wedding she’s baffled that he knows she exists let alone knows her name.
When everything Riley’s ever wanted seems almost within her reach she starts to wonder if it’s possible, or if it was just a dream all along.
Excerpt from Plump & Pretty
At the restaurant he opened my car door again and guided me inside with a warm hand resting on the center of my lower back. He helped me remove my coat for the coat check – holy crap the place was pricey! Once my outfit was exposed Connor blew out a deep breath and whispered, “Damn.”
I turned to see him clutching my jacket, his eyes roving my body and blazing my skin. “Jesus, you need to keep this on,” he growled, thrusting my jacket back at me.
“What, why?”
“Because every man in here is going to want to take you home.”
I rolled my eyes. “You worry too much. No one’s even going to notice me.”
His eyes scalded my body as he looked me up and down slowly all over again. When they finally met mine I saw raw lust in his gaze. A sight that not only shocked me but nearly made me moan with desire. Connor shoved my coat at the woman behind the coat check desk and snatched the ticket from her hand before guiding me, warm hand blazing my back again, to the hostess stand.
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March 14, 2016
Green Beer and Red Wine (Mar 14)
Christine was nervous. She hadn’t been on a date since before Angela was born. Now that her daughter was over a year old, Christine knew she had to take back some part of her life. Even if dating was only a little part.
She followed the hostess across the restaurant and prayed for courage. If the date went poorly she would drown herself in ice cream later, but Christine was determined to make it a good night.
Until she saw him.
He was gawking at her like she had toilet paper stuck to her shoe. She surreptitiously checked behind her and didn’t see a trail, but he was still staring at her. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and he took a healthy sip of red wine before Christine reached the edge of the table. The hostess motioned for Christine to sit then left.
Christine stood, unable to lower herself into the vacant seat. She could tell by the look on his face that Mac didn’t want to be there. His face was pinched and his chest heaved with his breathing. He was nervous, which made her nervous.
“Should I go?” she asked, drawing on the strength of the tough CEO inside. She wasn’t going to sit through a dinner with a man who didn’t want to be there with her. Her time was too valuable to just sit back and waste it. If he didn’t want her there, she would go home and have dinner with Christine, put her to bed, and get some work done.
It was sad that working sounded more appealing than spending a few hours with the man before her.
“No,” Mac finally choked out. “Please sit.”
Christine kept her eyes locked on him as she sat on the edge of the chair waiting for her. She draped her purse over the back and covered it with her coat. She lifted her menu and studied it, trying to forget about the awkwardness hanging between them.
Mac cleared his throat. forcing Christine to lower her menu. She raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking him what was going on. He took the bait. “I don’t know why I agreed to this. You deserve much better than me.”
Christine rolled her eyes. “The whole, ‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ line has gotten old, don’t you think? Seriously, if you don’t want to be here with me then man up and admit it.”
Mac looked at her as though he couldn’t think of a response. Maybe no one had called him on his shit before, but Christine wasn’t going to sit there and let him tell her he was the problem. It was a cop out.
“It’s not a line,” Mac began. “It’s the truth. The last woman I dated died because of me. You have a kid to worry about. You can’t get involved with me.”
“Are you telling me you’re a murderer?” Christine asked, her throat suddenly feeling tight.
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March 13, 2016
Green Beer and Red Wine (Mar 13)
Mac stepped back. Dinner. It was just dinner. He could have a meal with another person. Even a person that made him feel the way she did with just one kiss.
He forced his head to nod and watched as a slow smile spread across her face. “Great,” she said. “How about next Friday?”
Mac was more than disappointed that he had to wait a week to see her again, but he also knew a single working mom was busy. He finally said, “Okay.”
They exchanged numbers and Mac watched as she got in her car and drove off.
The entire next week Mac second guessed his decision. He didn’t need to get involved with someone, especially someone who had a kid counting on her. He picked up the phone countless times to cancel their date, but he wasn’t that cowardly. He had to be honest with her and tell her to her face that they couldn’t be together.
Mac drove to the restaurant, kicking himself for agreeing to the date in the first place. He’d been so focused on the way her lips felt against his that he forgot about his own vow to keep from hurting anyone else. But after a week of thinking about it, he knew he couldn’t go through with their date.
In the restaurant he followed the hostess to a table. Mac ordered a glass of red wine and sipped the water on the table. The waiter brought his wine and he took a drink to gain courage. He knew what he had to do, but it wasn’t going to be easy.
Especially when she walked in and he saw the red dress she was wearing.
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March 12, 2016
Green Beer and Red Wine (Mar 12)
“Yeah, uh, anyway…” he trailed off, pulling his hand back.
Christine stared at him, wondering what in the hell was going on. Not ten minutes earlier he was too afraid to have dinner with her and all of a sudden he introduced himself. What was up with that?
“I’m sorry, but are you kidding me right now?” she asked.
“What? No,” Mac argued. “Look, I didn’t know what to say when you asked me to dinner. I still have no idea why you’d want to go out with me when you could probably have any man you wanted. At the same time I realized I’d be stupid not to give it a shot.”
“Give it a shot.” Christine rolled the words around in her mouth, trying them out. Attempting to find a good flavor for the words.
She couldn’t do it.
“I get it,” she finally said. “You know I’m a single mom so you figure I put out, right? An easy lay because no one wants to screw the pregnant woman or the woman with a young kid so I’m probably desperate for sex. Is that it? Because I’ll tell you, that couldn’t be further from the truth. I-”
His lips were on hers before she could say another word. She protested at first, trying to push him away, but he wouldn’t let her go. She contemplated kneeing him, but then his tongue brushed her lips and a rumble slipped from his throat.
Christine lost the fight.
Her arms wound around his neck, drawing him closer, as her lips parted beneath his intrusive tongue. He tasted like mint with a hint of coffee. His tongue stroked her delicately, like he was taking his time with her, cherishing her. She hadn’t felt like someone was interested in her in far too long. So long that she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop kissing him.
He pulled back slowly, as though he didn’t want to break their contact. Christine knew the feeling. She hoped they’d stay locked together forever.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, still close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips.
Christine shook her head, partially to clear the effect of his kiss and partially to disagree with him. “It’s fine. Really.”
Mac grinned at her. “You have no objection to random strangers kissing you in a parking lot. We might need to talk about that.”
She laughed at his teasing, grateful he didn’t hold her earlier outburst against her. Of course, he also never refuted her accusations either.
“As for what you said before,” Mac began, “well, you asked me out, but sleeping with you was not what I was hoping for. I mean, eventually, maybe, but not on a first date, or second, or even a third. I don’t have a rule about when I need to sleep with someone. And the whole single mom thing… I was raised by a single mom. I’d never do anything to take away from how hard you work.”
Christine had no idea how she’d found the one man who respected her for what she was doing. He didn’t know her situation, but he didn’t judge her. She appreciated the hell out of him for that. So maybe… “Does that mean you’ve reconsidered dinner?”
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March 11, 2016
#EggcerptExchange Shocking Finds by Tracey Clark
Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel)by Tracey Clark
An act of rebellion, Marin doesn’t think that running into the new store will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know… right? One car wreck later, her aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday fighting for her life, and magic – the very thing her aunt has always sworn to be for fools – is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin’s protection.
Kyland has searched earth-side and all other realms, looking for a missing Fae child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts, or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy, delicious morsel he would love to taste.
Together Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they’re lucky … they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That’s if Marin doesn’t shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of control emotions.
Excerpt from Shocking Finds
Marin needed answers. Like why had they been targeted? The parking lot hadn’t exactly been lacking for vehicular violence victim contenders. There had been a group of at least four women, standing by their cars, chatting. If there was a target more deserving of vehicular rage, it had definitely been that group of women. They had finished shopping, and courtesy demanded that their parking spots were to be relinquished as soon as possible. Why not them?
The man—and Marin was only guessing that the driver was a man—had bypassed those without parking lot etiquette and zeroed in on Lindal. If she had continued her slow progress through the parking lot, would Marin be in this horrible room with its beeping monitors and bleached air instead of Lindal.
Staring down at her aunt’s unmoving form, Marin tried to find a place to rest her hand. She needed to touch her. She needed to know that the only person willing to take her in, after the death of her mother, was really here and still alive.
“They will find him, Lindal. He won’t get away with this,” Marin made her vow as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Lindal’s recovery.
Glancing up to keep tears from falling from her eyes, Marin noticed something swinging off of Lindal’s oxygen line. “What the…” It looked like a Barbie doll with wings, perhaps six inches tall. The odd little creature wore a loin cloth and sported some overly obvious male attributes. Was it wrong to be checking out the abs of someone no larger than a child’s toy?
His arms tugged and his muscles bunched as he attempted to make a knot in Lindal’s oxygen line. His silver skin tone went beautifully with his tri-colored wings— a mix of light purple, maroon, and gold. The little man didn’t seem to realize that Marin was staring at him.
“Stop,” Marin shouted. Dammit, this was a hospital. She needed to lower her voice. She also needed to go upstairs to the psych ward. Head trauma, shock, or hallucinations… something wasn’t right. If she told Lindal about this, her aunt would call her every kind of fool.
Hallucination or not, she grabbed the little man by the wings, pulled him from Lindal’s oxygen line, and tried to speak more calmly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She finally had her figment’s attention. A striking, though small, pair of lavender eyes glared at her through overly long sandy brown bangs. On closer inspection, she could see that his hair was actually multicolored. It seemed to go from crystal white sand to bronzed gold.
“Well, answer me. What do you think you’re doing?”
“Waiting for you, of course.”
“What are you?” She was losing it. The buzzing in her temples was increasing. And she was now speaking to a figment of her imagination. Yep, she needed to be medicated.
The creature put its tiny fists on narrow hips. “A Sprite, of course. Don’t you know anything? I have my work cut out for me.” Now she was being insulted by her imagination. Great.
“Nope. Too Much,” Marin said and tossed the little man with wings out of the hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of Thorazine. Maybe both.
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All About Tracey Clark!!
I am a country-twang gal from the bluegrass state. Kentucky is a hot bed of horses, cave systems, and whiskey. And I love all three. With my pugs and bossy kitty cat, I spend my days writing and working social media. I write with the help of the voices pushing me to create worlds for them to live in. Fantasy Romance, Contemporary Romance, and eventually some cowboys (because cowboys live in a group all their own, yummmm)… These are the genres that I love best. Oil paints, crafts, dealing with Multiple Sclerosis, and writing into the dead of night… this I my life!!!
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Now… without further ado… here is Marin Yarthine…
Interviewer: You’ve had quick the introduction to the Fae world, Marin… Can I call you Marin..
Marin (reddened cheeks): Uhh… sure… I mean, that’s what most people call me… Kyland has been calling me, Minzet, but I’m pretty sure that’s something just between us since it means Sweet One… but…yeah… Marin would be best.
Interviewer (light chuckle): Great. Well, nice to finally get to sit down with us… and as the new Princess to the Fae people, with such an odd upbringing… the Fae would love to know a little bit about you… Tell us a little bit about day to day life in the royal world…
Marin: Pfft… Most of the time I think they have the wrong girl… I mean… I was home schooled, and have worked at Finder’s Keepers since I turned 17… for the past four years I have been slipping into Finder’s Trances in order to locate everything from pets to abduction victims… from car keys to family heirlooms… it sounds like important work but really, I mostly had to pull a bunch of information together so that other Finder’s could go out on Mission to locate whatever the client had misplaced…
Interviewer: That sounds like important work to me… also, something that would take a toll on your emotions… do you have someone to cuddle up to at night to help you get through the day???
Marin (Cheeks now flaming red): Kyland… he came out of nowhere and changed my life… and he doesn’t even mind when I accidentally shock him with this new power that has a tendency to get out of control when I’m upset…
Interviewer: …. (shuffles through questions) … (scoots chair back and grits her teeth)… What goals and hardships do you face… what do you want for the Fae?? I mean… what are your plans to keep the Fae community safe?? (scoots back a little further…)
Marin (head cocked to the side): I’m still learning about the Fae world.. but I would say my goal is to keep as many people safe as I can… (fists clench) … if the evil Fae, those Danshue ********… sorry for my language, but if they would just stop getting in the way, I could learn a little faster… someone needs to stop the Danshue before this community I’m just getting to know dies out…
Sparks light up on Marin’s hands, but Interviewer merely gets a white knuckled grip on her set and continues…
Interviewer: One final questions and we will let you get back to your new duties as Princess… Can you tell us what fears you are facing in this new chapter of your life???
Marin: … (Deep Breath…) Lindal… that the woman that pretended to be my only family, that kidnapped me as a child (sparks on her fingertips) … that she will find a way to finish what she started… (more sparks) … that she will find a way to hurt the people I am coming to care about… that she will hurt KYLAND … (small explosion blowing out all the lights)
Interviewer warily pulls herself up out of the floor, where she dove to avoid flying glass…
Interviewer (voice shaky) : Alright… I think that’s all we have time for… thanks for stopping by Princess…
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