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Rainbow Snippets May 30-31

5/30/2020

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​It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+

​I have another snippet from The Artist's Masquerade for you today. I've skipped ahead a little from last time. In this snippet, Flavian has found himself required to go with Velia to the royal palace, still in his disguise. And he's definitely caught Cathal's attention.
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​Flavian froze under his gold gaze, so intense. He found himself staring back at Cathal, helpless to look anywhere except those eyes, and he had no idea why. He clenched his hands into fists hidden by the skirt of his gown. He wanted to look away; he had to look away. He didn’t understand, had never felt a compulsion like it before. It was bizarre andhe didn’t like it and he needed to stop before Cathal peered too closely at him and realized things Flavian didn’t need him to know.

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Why was Cathal looking at him anyway?

You can find more about The Artist's Masquerade here. The Artist's Masquerade and all of my other books are still 40% off at NineStar Press if you haven't picked them up yet. Thanks for reading and I hope you're all staying safe and well!
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Writing Updates and News

5/29/2020

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I hope you're all well and safe in this world turned upside down. It's been over a month since I've done an update, so it seemed like time. First, I want to thank everyone who has bought/read/reviewed/spread the world about The Artist's Masquerade, which is back out in the world as of May 4th (yay!). Going through The Artist's Masquerade to polish it up for rerelease, I realized how much I still love this book, which was my second published book back in 2015, and Cathal and Flavian, my overly proper and dutiful duke's heir and the sharp-tongued artist in disguise he falls in love with. I hope you enjoy their story too. If you haven't read it yet (or if you want a new copy with the pretty new cover—the story remains the same for the original), you can find it everywhere in ebook and paperback, and the ebook is 40% off on NineStar's site. Find links over here.

The Scholar's Heart should be rereleasing from NineStar on July 13th (more yay!). I'm working through proofreads of it now. The story has again remained the same. I did some polishing of the language and NineStar gave it an edit to catch things I missed and make it conform to their house style. It will be getting a pretty new cover from Natasha Snow to match the covers on the rest of the series, and I'm so excited to see it and share it with you. I've also been working on edits for The Sorcerer's Guardian, the fourth Tournai book and the last of the books I took rights back to from Dreamspinner in October. Again, no major changes to the story but it will get a new cover as well. I don't have a release date yet, but I'll share once I do. After The Sorcerer's Guardian is back out, the new Tournai book will be next out from NineStar.

Writing is still going slowly. I'm still working on the first book in my new dragon shifter series, and I'm still planning on self-publishing these. I love the characters and I'm excited about the project, so it's extremely frustrating that my brain won't cooperate. It will get written, though—it's just taking a longer than I planned.

If you're looking for some new books or if you've missed any of my books, NineStar Press is still running their sale. All of my books are 40% off in ebook on their site. I hope you find something to escape into if you need it.

That's all for now. Take care of yourselves and each other. Stay home as much as you can, stay safe, wear masks. Love to you all.
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Release Blitz: The Loyal Whispers by Kathryn Sommerlot

5/25/2020

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Title: The Loyal Whispers

Series: The Life Siphon, Book Three

Author: Kathryn Sommerlot

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: May 25, 2020

Heat Level: 1 - No Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 78900

Genre: Action/adventure, epic mage battles, family drama, Fantasy, fearsome desert predators, magic users, royalty

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Synopsis

Ravee: a pious Rad-em merchant’s daughter sailing with her family’s goods Mairi: the Runonian king’s advisor seeing the outside world for the first time Alesh: an alchemist’s apprentice in Joesar with a past rapidly catching up to her Three women find themselves caught in the threads of change as the world threatens to fall apart around them. From across the Oldal Sea, the southern kingdom of Dusset has declared war, and if anyone is going to survive it, the alliance between Runon, Chayd, Rad-em, and Joesar must be solidified. But there are forces at work that could undermine all the progress King Yudai and Tatsu have made. Peace treaty negotiations between the four realms could crumble at any time beneath the building tension. As the women’s paths converge, they must navigate the true meaning of loyalty to themselves, their countries, and their families, while at the center of it all, a shattered king, hellbent on revenge, threatens the world balance.

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The Loyal Whispers Kathryn Sommerlot © 2020 All Rights Reserved One: Ravee Choked with debris, the waves lapped at the fire-blackened hull boards left behind, and worse yet, bodies bobbed in the spaces between splintered wood. They quivered up, bobbing with each crest, clothing billowing around motionless limbs, and Ravee had to turn away with one hand pressed to her mouth to keep her meager breakfast down. The air smelled of burning softwood and singed flesh interwoven into an overpowering and inescapable tang which did nothing to help her constantly queasy belly. “Gods above,” Captain Wret hissed under his breath. When Ravee peeked over her shoulder, she couldn’t miss how his knuckles had blanched white, his fingers clamped around the deck rail. “What happened here?” The answer seemed very obvious: the worst. The lingering fear of anyone who took to the seas was a shipwreck, whether it be by pirate attack or by the unforgiving elements, and the evidence of just such a tragedy lay strewn around their vessel in the whitecaps. But no storms had darkened the sky in the past week, only a clear blue horizon with favorable winds. Pirates tended to strip the ships of both treasure and hostages before destroying them. Broken shards of porcelain dishes floated among the wood, and anyone searching for profit wouldn’t leave something of value like that behind. The knowledge should have helped to ease Ravee’s nerves, for they were far less safe with their trade cargo if pirates roamed the Oldal Sea. Still, the uneasiness was slow to dissipate. As her stomach settled and stopped roiling at the grisly aftermath, Ravee turned back to peer over the ship’s side. If it hadn’t been pirates and couldn’t have been the weather, few other possibilities made sense. Ships didn’t simply spontaneously break apart, and the sea serpents had already entered their dormant months. A horrible stillness settled over the remains, as though not even the sun’s bright rays could touch the bloody mess. “Look!” one of the deckhands yelled. “Rad-em colors!” The man’s outburst prompted a scrambling of boots across slick boards as the sailors searched for something to reach the silk with. Eventually, the cloth floated near enough for a man to fish it out with one of the long deck mops, and while Ravee’s heart skipped at the sight of her countrymen’s flag, the shock paled in comparison to what came up after it. More silks, strung together on the single rope line, tangled together in a mess of clumped, torn fabric. Ravee had never heard of the countries sailing under a united banner, not even in the oldest orated history lessons. She whispered a prayer under her breath as the crewman struggled with the cord, grateful her hands weren’t visibly shaking. Captain Wret pushed the sailor aside to grab at the bulk, and his hands were steadier than the deckhand’s had been. He pulled the Rad-em colors free, and then the rest one at a time, peeling the sopping layers apart until four flags lay spread across the deck. Four silk banners, fraying and burned on the right side as though they’d caught fire as the ship went down and only the briny seawater had stopped them from being completely devoured. Four silk banners representing the kingdoms of the southern coastline. Ravee’s stomach twisted again with a painful throb. “Rad-em,” Wret said, pointing, “Chayd, Runon, and Joesar.” “Impossible,” one of the men argued. “They’d never sail together like this, and under united colors?” All the flags had been displayed on a single vessel, and to have such a bold showing could mean only one thing. “They were on official business,” Ravee whispered, speaking before she could stop herself. Wret’s head snapped in her direction, his eyes sharp, but he didn’t stop her from continuing, which was something. “In an official capacity.” “Yes,” Wret said. “They were traveling as ambassadors. Peaceful ones, likely, given the treaty negotiations.” “Who would attack a ship containing peaceful representatives from all four of the coastal kingdoms?” the sailor nearest to Ravee asked. Wret’s gaze shifted to the broken, charred pieces of the ship still floating out on the sea. “The easiest way to answer that is to figure out where they were going.” Then his expression morphed, cycling through surprise and shock before hardening in resolve. He crossed to the rail with long steps and hesitated only for a moment, scanning the water before shouting, “Get a lifeboat dropped! Someone’s alive down there.” In the resulting chaos, Ravee was pushed back, shoulders bumping into her arms with such force her skin would bruise. She couldn’t see around the sailors to confirm for herself, and she knew better than to try to fight it; Captain Wret was displeased enough already to have her aboard his ship accompanying her family’s goods and hadn’t bothered to keep his feelings quiet. Making her presence known could result in banishment to the belowdecks sleeping quarters afforded to her. A lifeboat splashed down into the sea and a few of the sailors started up nervous muttering, but it wasn’t until several moved to the rigging that Ravee felt confident enough to slip through the small crowd to the railing again. The sailors in the lifeboat were pulling a body out of the water, and despite Wret’s earlier outcry, the man looked very dead to Ravee. He didn’t so much as twitch as the sailors rowed toward the ship’s side and prepared the dinghy to be lifted back up. When one of the crew hauled the man over the rail and deposited him onto the deck, his head lolled lifelessly to one side. Bits of his shirt had been eaten away by the flames and a nasty-looking cut sliced across his forehead, the red of the still flowing blood mingling with the sea water clinging to his skin. The sailors spent a long moment staring at him in silence. In the stillness, the air above the ship’s deck shimmered as shivers ran the length of Ravee’s spine in a familiar tremble. Bithlad, God of healing, appeared behind her with all four of his hands ghosting over her biceps as he whispered, He’s alive. Help him. Ravee darted in between the sailors, nostrils burning with the lingering smell of the less fortunate passengers and her feet propelled by the murmured command. She pressed her head to the injured man’s chest, shoulders sagging at the muffled breath sounds. He was alive, but only barely so. “How did you know?” she asked Captain Wret, who had advanced to hover uncomfortably over her shoulder. “He was clinging to one of the bigger pieces of the ship’s hull, and his position was too unnatural to have been the result of post-death rigor.” Ravee studied the man’s body. “I doubt he would’ve lasted much longer out there in this state.” “He may not be the only one. The lifeboat’s already prepared—we should search the area for more survivors,” Wret said, and he walked away to bark the orders at his crew. Ravee stayed where she was kneeling with one hand on the man’s shoulder, wishing she could will him to wake up. His eyes stayed closed, though it was comforting to see his chest rise and fall, even if the breaths were shallow. The lack of movement gave her a better opportunity to check him for injuries. Though bleeding steadily, the cut on his head wasn’t deep, but as she peeled back the soaking layer of clothing from his torso, she exposed a fresh wave of crimson. Along his side darted a dark gash, and it seemed his shirt had been the only thing holding what remained of the skin together. Ravee clasped her hand against the wound in shock. “Please!” she called, and one of the crewmen thrust a rudimentary first aid kit into her open hand. At least she had a needle and thread, even without time to sterilize the metal. Ravee sent up a quick prayer to Urutte, God of fate. Her family sold leather goods, and while she’d never had to sew flesh before, her needlework skill ranked high. Her hands trembled so badly she pricked her own finger trying to stitch the wound, and all she could think of was how thankful she was the man remained unconscious. It would’ve been agony if he’d been awake to feel the needle threading through his already flayed skin. She wanted to vomit, and somehow managed to keep all the bile in until she’d finished. Running to the railing took two heart-pounding moments, and she only barely made it in time to avoid her breakfast splashing across the deck. Her cheeks warmed, but there wasn’t time to be embarrassed; the lifeboat was hauling another body from the sea, and Ravee wiped her forehead with her shirt sleeve before moving to the newest one. Bithlad’s presence behind her faded, but she murmured a prayer the God might watch over the rest of the poor souls fished out from the brine. By the time the entire area had been scoured, the sailors had found two more survivors, and Captain Wret called the search off as the sun set bright behind the wreckage. Fewer pieces of the unfortunate ship remained than had floated earlier along the whitecaps, and even many of the dead had been pulled beneath by the undertow. Wret’s men found four survivors total, including the first man: two more men and one woman. The crew carried the limp bodies to the bulkhead closest to the rudder and did what they could with the extra bedding supplies. But it wasn’t much, and as Ravee stood looking over the remnants of the ship’s unfortunate passengers, she could hardly breathe. The man whose side she’d stitched closed seemed to have stabilized, and the woman had surface burns seemingly unrelated to her head trauma, but the last one, an older male whose arm had been severed at the wrist, was unlikely to make it through the night even with the tourniquet and linen wrapping they’d employed. Knowing the background of their survivors was impossible. They could have been crew on the ship, servants accompanying the envoys, or the dignitaries themselves, but until one of them woke with a clear enough head, Wret’s Sheersilk was sailing blind. An entire ship destroyed, with nothing stolen and the passengers left to bloat. “Where was their course?” Ravee asked as Captain Wret’s heavy footsteps sounded down the wooden stairs behind her. “This far south? Dusset, probably, the same as us.” Ravee swallowed hard. “You said earlier we’d know who did this by studying their heading. What does this mean?” Wret’s face, almost unrecognizable without its usual sneer, was grim. “It’s possible someone has declared war on us all.” The man missing his hand let out a low moan, and Ravee wrapped her arms around her chest to try to fight the sudden chill sweeping through the bulkhead.

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Meet the Author

Kathryn Sommerlot is a coffee addict and craft beer enthusiast with a detailed zombie apocalypse plan. Originally from the cornfields of the American Midwest, she got her master’s degree and moved across the ocean to become a high school teacher in Japan. When she isn’t wrangling teenage brains into critical thinking, she spends her time writing, crocheting, and hiking with her husband. She enjoys LGBTQ fiction, but she is particularly interested in genre fiction that just happens to have LGBTQ protagonists.

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Rainbow Snippets May 23-24

5/23/2020

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​It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+

​I have more from The Artist's Masquerade for you this weekend. I've skipped ahead a bit from my previous snippet to where Cathal and Flavian meet for the first time. Cathal, his father, and his cousin the princess have gone to meet Flavian's ship because Cathal is meant to marry Flavian's friend Velia. Flavian, in disguise, is introduced to him as Flavia, Velia's companion.
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​Flavian nearly jumped to find himself the focus of Lord Cathal’s
unusual gold eyes. Flavian had been so engrossed in studying the man that he must have missed the formal introductions making it around to him.

“Lady Flavia.” Cathal’s voice was deep and smooth, and Flavian shivered just hearing it. But the shiver was nothing compared to the heat flaring inside him when Cathal took his hand to bow over it. The heat rushed through his body and left him biting back a gasp. No. Not good. He could not be attracted to Cathal of all men.

You can find more about The Artist's Masquerade here. Also, The Artist's Masquerade and all of my other books are still 40% off at NineStar Press if you need some reading material for the (long) weekend. Hope you're staying safe and well.
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Rainbow Snippets May 16-17

5/16/2020

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​It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+

I have more from The Artist's Masquerade for you today. This snippet follows directly after last week's, continuing the conversation between Flavian and Velia. (I went a bit over six sentences. I'm sorry!)
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​“Well, I’m trussed 
up in a gown—”

“And you look lovely in it.”

It was his turn to give her a vicious glare. She didn’t even flinch. “And heeled shoes, which are ridiculous torture contraptions on a normal day and even worse aboard a ship.”

“You’re very graceful on them though. More so than I expected.”

He didn’t think he could glare any harder, but he did try. “And all for a plan that will never work.”

“But it is working. We left Ardunn with no one the wiser, and no one on this ship knows you’re a man. Now sit still.” She returned to the task he had interrupted--applying cosmetics to his flinching face.

You can find more about The Artist's Masquerade here. Also, The Artist's Masquerade and all of my other books are still 40% off at NineStar Press's site, if you're looking for some weekend reading. Hope you're all staying safe and healthy.
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Rainbow Snippets May 9-10

5/9/2020

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​It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+

This week, I'm sharing another snippet from The Artist's Masquerade, which is back out in the world now! Yay! The Artist's Masquerade is the story of a duty-bound and overly proper duke's heir who has been pushed into an arranged marriage by his father but falls in love with a sharp-tongued artist who is in disguise and on the run instead. With lots of opposites attract romance, magic, and intrigue. I skipped ahead a little in this week's snippet to introduce you to Flavian, our other main character. This is an exchange between Flavian (who speaks first) and Velia, his friend and conspirator in his escape from their home country. She's also the woman Cathal is supposed to marry.
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“This is a bad idea.”

​“No, it isn’t.”


“It’s never going to work.”

“Yes, it will.” Velia stepped back and glared at him, her green eyes narrowed to slits. “When did you turn so pessimistic?”


Flavian stared at her, incredulous she even asked the question. Considering the circumstances of his life over the last several years, it was a wonder that occasionally pessimistic was all he was.

You can find more about The Artist's Masquerade here. Also, The Artist's Masquerade is now 40% off, along with all of my other books, at NineStar Press, if you're looking for weekend reading. Hope everyone is staying safe and healthy.
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My April Reading

5/8/2020

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My attention span continues to be almost non-existent, so, much to my utter dismay (because I'm a reader! I'm always reading!), I didn't read very much again in April. I listened to some more favorites in audio—these comfort reads seem to be something I can do, and I'm thinking about doing a post about comfort reads soon—but I only read a few new (or new to me, anyway) books. 

How to Talk to Nice English Girls by Gretchen Evans: This is a 1920s set f/f romance between the daughter of a British earl and the daughter of a wealthy American industrialist. It's pretty inwardly focused on the English protagonist as she discovers who she is and what she wants and falls in love. I wanted there to be more to it—more of the time period, something from the American main character's point of view especially considering the title—but it's a lovely lighter read, low in conflict.

Spellbound by Allie Therin: Here's another book that makes me ask myself why it took me so long to read it because it was so good. Another 1920s set romance, this one a paranormal (I seem to be mostly able to get lost in paranormal/fantasy and/or historical books lately). The characters were wonderful, the romance adorable—so very grumpy one falls for the sunshine one—and the paranormal plot/world building interesting and engaging. I'm looking forward to the second book in the series.

A Vigil in the Mourning by Hailey Turner: Soulbound is one of those series that gets better with each book. I really enjoyed this installment. The overarching plot continues to moves forward in intriguing ways, and Patrick and Jonty's relationship continues to deepen. I am also constantly delighted by Wade, the teenage dragon shifter who is either eating, thinking about eating, or picking people's pockets. I'd say start at the beginning of the series instead of jumping in here.

Under Currents by Nora Roberts: I think this is last year's Nora single title, but I've gotten a bit behind in reading them, so I borrowed this one from the library through Libby. It's classic Nora, which is kind of a comfort. I think the first part of the book, set in the past, might have been the part I liked the most, but the whole thing was a good read. I loved the characters—both the main characters and the family surrounding them. (CW: lots of on-page child and spousal abuse.)

Are you reading a lot? What have you read and loved lately?


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The Artist's Masquerade Release Day!

5/4/2020

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The Artist's Masquerade is back out in the world today, and I'm so happy and relieved that it's available again finally. This is the second book in the Chronicles of Tournai series, though it stands alone as they all do, and it's the story of Flavian, a sharp-tongued artist who's in disguise and on the run, and Cathal, the duty-bound and overly proper duke's heir who's caught between familial obligation and his own desires. It's an opposites attract romance with lots of magic, intrigue, and spies. If you read the original version, you don't have to buy the new one (unless you want a copy with the gorgeous cover by Natasha Snow!)—the story remains the same, I've only polished it up a little. If you haven't read it yet, I hope you enjoy Cathal and Flavian's story. These characters and their story have always had a special place in my heart (though I hate to pick favorites!).

NineStar Press is giving away a gift card during the release blitz for The Artist's Masquerade, so visit some blogs and enter, and The Artist's Masquerade is also 40% off at NineStar as part of their sale (along with my other books!).

About The Artist's Masquerade

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As the first-born son of a royal duke and cousin to the prince, Cathal has always put his duty to family and country first, even when it conflicts with his own wishes. When Cathal’s father arranges a marriage between him and Velia, cousin to the emperor of Ardunn, without consulting him, he sees no alternative but to go along with his plans for the good of Tournai. But it’s Velia’s companion, Flavia, who fascinates Cathal from the moment he first sets eyes on her. Cathal doesn’t know Flavia is really Flavian, an artist masquerading as a woman to escape Ardunn, a restrictive and repressive place where Flavian’s preference for men is forbidden.

 
Even when Cathal discovers Flavian’s identity, even as he struggles with his obligations and duty, he cannot fight his attraction to the sharp-tongued artist. Flavian is intrigued by him as well, but Cathal is still betrothed to Velia, and Flavian worries he is more taken with the feminine illusion Flavian presents than the man beneath it. He came to Tournai to start a new life—a safe one—as an artist, and an inconvenient attraction to his friend’s betrothed, a man who happens to be a member of the royal family, is not a part of his plans. While both men battle their longings for each other, spies from Ardunn infiltrate the capital, attempting to uncover Tournai’s weaknesses and secrets. They are also searching for Flavian, who possesses a magical Talent giving him the ability to see the truth of a person just by painting their portrait—something that would be invaluable to Ardunn’s emperor.


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Rainbow Snippets May 2-3

5/2/2020

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​It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+

Today, I have another snippet for you from The Artist's Masquerade, which will be rereleasing through NineStar Press on Monday (or you already have it, if you ordered from NineStar). The Artist's Masquerade is the second book in the Chronicles of Tournai, though it stands alone, as all the other books in the series do, and is the story of Cathal, a dutiful and overly proper duke's heir, and Flavian, a sharp-tongued artist who's in disguise and on the run. An opposites attract romance plus spies and intrigue and magic. This snippet is follows directly after last week's (and I went way over six sentences, but I thought it necessary. I apologize, and I'll do better next time!).
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“May I ask whom I will be marrying?” He immediately regretted histone as Father arched a single brow.

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When Cathal didn’t jump to apologize quickly enough, Father let out a huff that expressed his disappointment more eloquently than a hundred words would have, but he answered anyway. “She’s a cousin of the emperor of Ardunn. Velia is her name. Beautiful, by all accounts, and accomplished, but the connections are the important part.”

Cathal hardly heard anything after Ardunn. Cousin to the emperor of Ardunn? What was Father thinking? And how had he even managed it?

Father looked up again, and this time his huff held more than a little annoyance. “Why are you staring at me that way?”

Cathal didn’t know how he was looking at his father. Usually he had more control, but incredulity seemed to have obliterated it. “Ardunn, Father? I don’t understand. Why—?”

“Don’t be stupid. If your cousin isn’t going to do his duty and marry for the good of this country, then it falls to you to take up where Prince Philip failed.”

And that statement made even less sense. “But, Father, you negotiated a marriage contract with the emperor of Ardunn. Does Philip know?”

Father scoffed. “He’ll know soon enough.”



You can find more about The Artist's Masquerade, including preorder links, here. Also, all of my books, including The Artist's Masquerade, are 40% off in NineStar's site-wide sale—don't miss out on a great sale!

Stay safe and well, everyone.
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