Excerpt 1: The Goblin, The Witch, and the Single Girl
EXCERPT: Paranormal/Contemporary
Niles stood on top of a wooden crate and peered from the attic window down to the front yard below. A moving van sat in the driveway, and people were carrying even more stuff into his home. By the front entrance, no less! His ears wiggled in disapproval. No one had dared come through his front door in well over twenty years after he'd finally managed to frighten off that last couple.
A small sporty black car pulled to a halt next to the van, and he watched long, slender well-shaped legs precede the driver. Brunette hair whipped gently around her shoulders, the svelte woman stepped around the door and shut it.
"Ahhhh, so beautiful," Niles sighed. Placing a knobby finger on the glass, he smudged away the grime to get a better view. He sighed again and leaned his head against the cold pane. "I think I'm in love."
An aura of light glowed around her. She was different from all the others. He could feel it to the depths of his soul. No one else had emitted the halo that appeared to hug her body. She seemed almost familiar to him. Something about her tugged at his memory, and he challenged his subconscious to release the hidden images from long ago.
Faelyn. His beautiful little sister. What made him think of her? His gaze searched the soft feminine features of the young woman below. Faelyn! It can't be! There's no way fate could be that gratuitous. He stared hard, his face pressed against the pane. Faelyn's childhood mortal friend? The one friend that Faelyn had cherished above all others? What was her name?
The box tittered beneath his flat, grotesque feet, and he struggled to balance himself. His feet went flying up into the air, and the box slipped out from under him. Niles landed in a pile of old sheets and blankets bundled in haphazard disarray on the floor. Moths and dust scattered all around him. He coughed, sputtered, and grumbled while scrambling to his feet. He grabbed the box, placed it under the window again, and crawled back on top, quickly pressing his nose to the window.
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Niles stood on top of a wooden crate and peered from the attic window down to the front yard below. A moving van sat in the driveway, and people were carrying even more stuff into his home. By the front entrance, no less! His ears wiggled in disapproval. No one had dared come through his front door in well over twenty years after he'd finally managed to frighten off that last couple.
A small sporty black car pulled to a halt next to the van, and he watched long, slender well-shaped legs precede the driver. Brunette hair whipped gently around her shoulders, the svelte woman stepped around the door and shut it.
"Ahhhh, so beautiful," Niles sighed. Placing a knobby finger on the glass, he smudged away the grime to get a better view. He sighed again and leaned his head against the cold pane. "I think I'm in love."
An aura of light glowed around her. She was different from all the others. He could feel it to the depths of his soul. No one else had emitted the halo that appeared to hug her body. She seemed almost familiar to him. Something about her tugged at his memory, and he challenged his subconscious to release the hidden images from long ago.
Faelyn. His beautiful little sister. What made him think of her? His gaze searched the soft feminine features of the young woman below. Faelyn! It can't be! There's no way fate could be that gratuitous. He stared hard, his face pressed against the pane. Faelyn's childhood mortal friend? The one friend that Faelyn had cherished above all others? What was her name?
The box tittered beneath his flat, grotesque feet, and he struggled to balance himself. His feet went flying up into the air, and the box slipped out from under him. Niles landed in a pile of old sheets and blankets bundled in haphazard disarray on the floor. Moths and dust scattered all around him. He coughed, sputtered, and grumbled while scrambling to his feet. He grabbed the box, placed it under the window again, and crawled back on top, quickly pressing his nose to the window.
Read more or purchase at Freya's Bower
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