Sneak Peek of Jealous Magic: Relic Hunter Book 4

I’m so excited that the fourth book in my urban fantasy series will be released this fall! I thought it might be time to give you a peek at what Dr. Arienne Cerasola and her crew are up to this time. There’s mayhem, mishaps, and magic (natch!) in the British Isles. I’m going to be revealing the cover over the next few weeks (super excited about this one) and to celebrate the release of the latest book, there’ll be promos on the previous ones. All of the books are technically stand-alone – there are no cliff-hangers – but the stories weave together. So without further delay, here’s a preview!

Jealous Magic: Relic Hunter Book 1

Evan Robeson held the door for me and I walked into the living room intent on telling everyone about our rogue decision to get rid of the magical sword.  

“To the Crux Crucio Orbis!”  Dr. Ezra Froelich shouted as he toasted Kingston Pon with what appeared to be a Mai Tai.  

“To defiance of the United Coven and Alliance!”  Kingston replied, lifting a glass of scotch.

“Long live the opposition!”  My grandfather, the eminent archaeologist Dr. Christopher (Christy) O’Flynn yelled.  

Evan gave me a sideways glance.  “It looks like it worked the way we thought it would.”  

I looked at him and laughed.  “I guess we don’t need to explain ourselves.  By the way, was it just me or was Camulus kind of a jerk?”  

“He was definitely a jerk.  But if you had to live in a giant replica of Stonehenge for all eternity, you might be a jerk too.”  

“True.”  I agreed.  “I guess we should join the party?”  

“I don’t think we can catch up with the drinking they’ve been doing, but I could use a scotch and a bed.”  Evan said, sounding exhausted.  

I had to agree.  It had been a long week and I was dragging myself forward on exhausted legs with my ripped cargo pants, muddy shoes, and frizzy red hair rounding out the totally bedraggled look I was rocking.  I was sure my sage green eyes weren’t so stunning when they were bloodshot.  

I glanced again at Evan and even though he looked tired, he still looked damned good.  Tall, substantial (my term for saying he was neither a wiry man nor a muscle-bound goliath), and devastatingly handsome didn’t come close to a description of him any more.  He was also super smart, charming, wickedly funny, cool under pressure, and sexy as hell.  Yeah, I had a bit of a crush on him and it was getting bigger by the moment.  Just hearing him say the word ‘bed’ made me want to blush.

Kingston saw us first because he was the soberest member of the group.  “There they are!  The ones who freed us.”  He lifted his glass and Evan groaned.

“I think they might be overestimating us a bit.”  He said from behind me.

I turned to look at him and smiled.  “For once, it’s nice to be overestimated.”  I stepped forward and picked up a crystal decanter, pouring a bit of scotch into an expensive glass and holding it out for Evan.  I briefly considered getting him liquored up and seeing what happened, but we were both too tired for it to be worth it.  Besides, there were 5 other entities in the English country house and a Gnome guard roaming around the gardens.  Not exactly a prime romantic environment.

I had just finished pouring my drink and looking forward to relaxing for a while when all hell broke loose at the back of the house.  The posh English countryside manor house we were staying in actually belonged to the Queen of the Southern Tier Fae, so really, the commotion could have been part of the fairy power-struggle that was being waged among the fae factions.  Theoretically, at least.  

My life doesn’t usually follow the theoretical course.

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