#emmazel

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I will be releasing a series collection of the first three Austen Fairy Tales next month, and for a limited time, you can preorder the ebook at the price of a single volume!

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Emmazel has released!

That's right. Emma and Rapunzel are now entwined into one lovely package. Click the image now and grab your copy.

Oh, and book 1 of the series and the preorder for book 4 are both just 99 cents on kindle! This series is perfect for fans of both Austen's works and fairy tales - or who just love a good romance with elemental magic.

So do check it out and help spread the word if it sounds interesting!

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I did it! Emmazel is written. Now just to power through edits before I have to upload it to Amazon in seven hours. WHEEE!!!

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A Snippet for every rose I'm sent.

Heather fidgeted with her fork, her lips twisted in a hesitant smile, and a blush spread across her freckled nose. Father had really meant it when he set out to find the most unassuming girl in existence.

Ah, how Emmazel loved a challenge! No companion of hers could say common for long.

“I don’t know anything about my parents,” Heather confessed after half of her slice of cake was gone. “I was left on the blacksmith’s doorstep as a baby and was raised with their children, though they always made sure to remind me that I wasn’t theirs.”

Emmazel clucked her tongue, shaking her head. “You dear thing! Some people have no sense of compassion!”

The girl pulled back and gave a sheepish shrug. “They didn’t have to take me in, but they did.”

“Austere forbid that they leave you to the elements and wildlife! You were a baby!”

-- Emmazel

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Snippets from three WIP's. K. (Books on preorder have links)

“This tower is to keep you safe. I know it feels like a prison, but—”

“Sir E says that there are others like me. Who … who don’t live in towers.” Emmazel choked down a sob before Night could hear it. Lavender. She needed lavender for the potion next.

“And he would know, wouldn’t he?” Night didn’t even try to disguise the bitter edge of his voice. “Emmazel, there are others like you, yes, but none of them are you. You are not safe if you leave this tower. Please, I know it isn’t fair that you must stay here, but you must. I do not trust your Sir E. I don’t think that he is here to be your friend."

-- Emmazel

The stepmother takes a long, slow breath, even as her heart breaks again within her. She has never cared that another woman bore Ella – she’s her daughter in all but blood. Not a replacement for her two stillborn daughters in her first marriage, but a second chance.

A second chance that she has so clearly failed.

-- The Stepmother's Third Chance

Yathane nodded limply and swallowed. "Wait..." she muttered. "How long?"

"How long were you in that tree?" Ryan surmised. "Oh ... let's see. I think it's been just over a hundred and fifty years. Give or take a few, maybe. I'm sorry."

-- Revolution