Vessel Available on Amazon & Smashwords

I'm happy to say, I've published Vessel, the second installment in my Children of the Sidhe series! It's available now on Amazon Kindle and Smashwords.

Thank you to my husband, who has taken up the slack around the house to free me up to write (and today, publish). Thanks also to my writer friends and beta readers -- your support means I always have someone to ask questions, to stroke my fragile writer ego (ha!), and in general commiserate with when it comes to these stories so close to my heart.

Here's an excerpt from the first chapter of Vessel:

The Middleworld forest whipped by as Eddie Drake hit his stride. He couldfeel tension from the past days flowing out of his burning muscles. Plantsblurred along the trail at his feet as he concentrated on making the miles flyby.Most Sidhe didn't exercise for exercise sake – so maybe it was that smallhuman part of him that enjoyed it. He felt his best after a long run, his mindas clear as his body was fatigued.His head down, he hit a cloud of pixie dust and heard the offended pixieshout, "Hey! Watch yourself!""Yeah, yeah. I'm sure there's more where that came from," he shouted backwithout even looking. Pixies were a dime a dozen. You could hardly shake a legwithout, well, running straight into a cloud of pixie dust. He sneezed.Too soon, he saw home ahead. A little escape, that's what he'd needed.For a few minutes, the burning of his muscles had distracted him from theoddities his life had taken on of late.Eddie Drake was no nursemaid. He'd never been the patient, caring type. He was a playboy, and it used to be pure and simple. He liked the ladies,and they liked him. Maybe he overindulged, that he could cop to. Maybe he'dbeen with too many ladies, too many times. That sort of behavior certainlycouldn't be seen as a precursor to this. No, his current predicament was morelikely a punishment for prior bad behavior. Of course, it was a punishment hewas choosing, which made it all the more odd.To satisfy whatever part of him was so worried, he ducked through theback door and sauntered into the third bedroom, the one that had recently beenAlise's room.Her condition unchanged, Alise rested, still as stone, under a white andcream quilt that had been his mother's. Drake frowned. He'd stopped counting the days; there had been many. Maybetwo weeks had passed as Alise lay unmoving. Okay, she wasn't still all thetime. A few nights she'd thrashed and moaned.He'd been so concerned the first time that happened that he'd stayed withher, holding her on the narrow bed until she calmed and seemed to rest.Relieved, he'd drifted off holding her, and been embarrassed to be found inthat compromising position when Aunt Nectar came in to check on Alise.Cuddling.Cuddling with the unconscious.Not a good sign.If only he hadn't gotten her into this mess. That's what had him all tiedup in doubt and fear. She wouldn't be in that bed, unaware of her surroundingsbut drowning in the music and magic of Tir Nan Og, if it weren't for him. He'dmade the choice to ask for her help when her best friend had been in trouble.She'd gladly given her help, not realizing it would cost her.So he owed her. At the very least, he owed her a trip back beyond theveil to where she came from, where her family and her world waited. He'd triedto give her that, but she thrashed as they approached the portal and wouldn'tcalm until he retreated. He couldn't figure that out. In her condition, how didshe know when he threatened to take her home? Regardless, his attempts hadn'tworked, and neither had anything the local healer tried. Alise didn't getworse, but she hadn't come back to herself either. That's what kept his stomachtied in knots, he told himself as he stood in the doorway, watching theraven-haired beauty sleep.Footsteps on the path outside brought Drake out of his thoughts. MaybeAunt Nectar was home early. That would be good, because he had to go to thehuman world for at least a while tonight. His job waited for him, and somethings he couldn't let go for an undetermined period while Alise lay in thatbed.It wasn't Aunt Nectar darkening the path.Bertran stood, apparently evaluating his next step, outside the cottage,surrounded by the bright sights and sounds of a Middleworld day. The weatherwas perfect, but that didn't help the storm clouds covering the countenance ofthis particular thorn in Drake's side."May I come in?" his old enemy asked."Not in this lifetime."
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