Hello Readers. Small Tomatoes Press is releasing a brand new LGBTQA title on November 29th. It's F. Trantham's Debut novel and I am in the enviable position of giving away some free copies for review.
UPDATE: Due to some challenges, this book is actually free over at Amazon until the evening of Friday the 6th. If you'd like a free copy, please do fetch yourself one. But at this time, the review for a free copy is a kindness :)
Mods: since this unexpectedly became a bait and switch, please feel free to pull this post. My apologies, it was unexpected.
Happily exiled to a semblance of normalcy, Tavin Witchell has deliberately forgotten that he is also Baron Witchell. He hasn't used magic properly in years, and he's barely thought about the Mageplane and its stifling, stagnant society of mages. The worst of his troubles have been maintaining his family's dilapidated mansion and making sense of the welcome but confusing affections of his close friend Ben. But when Tavin gets a strange phone call about his brother, he realizes that the Mageplane – derelict and failing for for nearly a century, must be in its final death throes. Tavin and his brother Lyvance have both been hiding possible sources of renewal. Tavin's best friend Amelia, and Lyvance's daughter, Emmaliss have talents that could be warped to resurrect the dying world.
Hoping to hide them from those that would exploit them, Tavin attempts to slip back into his old life until the Mageplane breathes its last. He hopes he will only be Baron Witchell for as long as it takes to convince everyone that Emmaliss is dead and Amelia doesn't exist. But instead, he finds himself violently propelled into intrigues that began centuries ago.
*Content Warnings*
Tavin's father committed suicide in advance of the narrative. The subject matter is probably more appropriate for readers 15+. There is no graphic violence or sex.
Excerpt From Chapter Three (view spoiler)[ “Amelia, what if we did something unexpected?” Tavin asked. “Hmm?” “Humor me. Chuckie is annoying, you have got to be at the tail end of the summer busy season – let's go to Paris. And stay for a long time. Finances be damned, we'll spend it all before Lyvance can. It's what you wanted – me out of the house.” “No,” Amelia said. “I've gone to Paris with you. Three times. And it...well, it sucked.” “It won't suck this time. I won't bring a cello. They won't lose my luggage,” Tavin insisted. “Tavin, you have never, not once in your life, traveled and not had your luggage lost,” Amelia said, undoing a sloppy braid and redoing it. “We'll go on a boat. They can't lose my luggage on a boat,” Tavin said. “You want to bet money on the boat?” Amelia asked, dryly. “No,” Tavin admitted. “I'm not traveling with you,” Amelia said. “No way. You can go all by yourself.” “Trust me. It's best if we get completely, utterly, entirely lost,” Tavin pleaded. “No,” Amelia said. “I'm not going anywhere. We don't run away from our problems.” “You don't. I certainly do,” Tavin said sharply. “And then you act like it makes you a superior person,” Amelia grumbled. “Well, your problems are not my problems, my friend, and we are not going to run off to Paris and drown ourselves in champagne and fashion. You are going to solve your problems like normal people that don't have trust funds paying our bills.” Tavin sighed. “No, Amelia. Let me tell you something. While my tactics for solving my problems are hardly acceptable for real life, and I do accept that, I can assure you that, in this other life I lived, that life where Lyvance still lives, avoidance is the key to success. Truly, the best thing we could possible do is buy first-class tickets to France. God knows I have the sky miles. Or maybe to Australia. Or, really, anywhere but here. If Lyvance can’t find me – great! The best way to stay out of trouble is not let it find you. We ought to leave.” “No,” Amelia said. Tavin was about to start an argument that potentially involved bodily threats and, perhaps or, bribes on an obscene scale, but then he looked at Amelia's face more closely. Usually he found it sort of pretty, sort of elfin, sort of plain. Not today. Her nostrils were flared. Her dark hair was escaping from the headscarf she was wearing despite the fact it wasn't Saturday which meant she was in a serious mood. But really it was her stormy hazel eyes, lit from within by the same fires that fueled her wildest fencing victories, that caused Tavin to spin on his heel and leave the room without another word. She coughed, a polite yet ominous sound. Tavin went back in, hoping it wouldn't go too badly. (hide spoiler)]
Additional Notes: We'd like Amazon reviews before Christmas. We will aim to have the book listed with Goodreads in the next week or so and reviews can be cross posted, but we need reviews on Amazon.
Thanks for looking, hope to hear from new fans soon!
I'd love to try out this novel! Fantasy LGBTQA is my favourite to read and I'd be happy to give a detailed review on Amazon too! The excerpt looks interesting - I really want to know more now =)
UPDATE: Due to some challenges, this book is actually free over at Amazon until the evening of Friday the 6th. If you'd like a free copy, please do fetch yourself one. But at this time, the review for a free copy is a kindness :)
Mods: since this unexpectedly became a bait and switch, please feel free to pull this post. My apologies, it was unexpected.
Witchell: A Symphony
Cover: (Waiting for Goodreads to catch up...)
Word count or pages: ~150k words.
Blurb:
Happily exiled to a semblance of normalcy, Tavin Witchell has deliberately forgotten that he is also Baron Witchell. He hasn't used magic properly in years, and he's barely thought about the Mageplane and its stifling, stagnant society of mages. The worst of his troubles have been maintaining his family's dilapidated mansion and making sense of the welcome but confusing affections of his close friend Ben. But when Tavin gets a strange phone call about his brother, he realizes that the Mageplane – derelict and failing for for nearly a century, must be in its final death throes. Tavin and his brother Lyvance have both been hiding possible sources of renewal. Tavin's best friend Amelia, and Lyvance's daughter, Emmaliss have talents that could be warped to resurrect the dying world.
Hoping to hide them from those that would exploit them, Tavin attempts to slip back into his old life until the Mageplane breathes its last. He hopes he will only be Baron Witchell for as long as it takes to convince everyone that Emmaliss is dead and Amelia doesn't exist. But instead, he finds himself violently propelled into intrigues that began centuries ago.
*Content Warnings*
Tavin's father committed suicide in advance of the narrative. The subject matter is probably more appropriate for readers 15+. There is no graphic violence or sex.
Excerpt From Chapter Three
(view spoiler)[
“Amelia, what if we did something unexpected?” Tavin asked.
“Hmm?”
“Humor me. Chuckie is annoying, you have got to be at the tail end of the summer busy season – let's go to Paris. And stay for a long time. Finances be damned, we'll spend it all before Lyvance can. It's what you wanted – me out of the house.”
“No,” Amelia said. “I've gone to Paris with you. Three times. And it...well, it sucked.”
“It won't suck this time. I won't bring a cello. They won't lose my luggage,” Tavin insisted.
“Tavin, you have never, not once in your life, traveled and not had your luggage lost,” Amelia said, undoing a sloppy braid and redoing it.
“We'll go on a boat. They can't lose my luggage on a boat,” Tavin said.
“You want to bet money on the boat?” Amelia asked, dryly.
“No,” Tavin admitted.
“I'm not traveling with you,” Amelia said. “No way. You can go all by yourself.”
“Trust me. It's best if we get completely, utterly, entirely lost,” Tavin pleaded.
“No,” Amelia said. “I'm not going anywhere. We don't run away from our problems.”
“You don't. I certainly do,” Tavin said sharply.
“And then you act like it makes you a superior person,” Amelia grumbled. “Well, your problems are not my problems, my friend, and we are not going to run off to Paris and drown ourselves in champagne and fashion. You are going to solve your problems like normal people that don't have trust funds paying our bills.”
Tavin sighed. “No, Amelia. Let me tell you something. While my tactics for solving my problems are hardly acceptable for real life, and I do accept that, I can assure you that, in this other life I lived, that life where Lyvance still lives, avoidance is the key to success. Truly, the best thing we could possible do is buy first-class tickets to France. God knows I have the sky miles. Or maybe to Australia. Or, really, anywhere but here. If Lyvance can’t find me – great! The best way to stay out of trouble is not let it find you. We ought to leave.”
“No,” Amelia said.
Tavin was about to start an argument that potentially involved bodily threats and, perhaps or, bribes on an obscene scale, but then he looked at Amelia's face more closely. Usually he found it sort of pretty, sort of elfin, sort of plain. Not today.
Her nostrils were flared.
Her dark hair was escaping from the headscarf she was wearing despite the fact it wasn't Saturday which meant she was in a serious mood.
But really it was her stormy hazel eyes, lit from within by the same fires that fueled her wildest fencing victories, that caused Tavin to spin on his heel and leave the room without another word.
She coughed, a polite yet ominous sound.
Tavin went back in, hoping it wouldn't go too badly.
(hide spoiler)]
Additional Notes: We'd like Amazon reviews before Christmas. We will aim to have the book listed with Goodreads in the next week or so and reviews can be cross posted, but we need reviews on Amazon.
Thanks for looking, hope to hear from new fans soon!