NEW RELEASE: TANGLED FATES
I can’t believe it, but Tangled Fates is finally a finished book, out there in the world!
Honestly, I poured so much of myself into this book. I don’t think I realized it when I was writing, but as I wrapped up edits, I had to laugh. Because, really, every love, every fascination, every magical obsession of mine made it into this book.
Tea. Animal magic. Faerie lore. Crystals and gemstones. More tea. A cat familiar.The magic of flowers and trees. Nature spirits and elementals. There’s more than a hint of fairytale in this one, though it’s definitely in the paranormal romance realm.
The magic is quiet. There’s suspense and danger, of course. (What good PNR book doesn’t have a bit of that?) But the true core of the story is Vi and Aiden. Their struggles, their pasts, the walls they’ve built. The pain they carry. The healing they find.
I’m so glad to be sharing this book with you. Here’s a taste of Tangled Fates:
Iturned toward the window, rubbing my rose quartz pendant between my fingers and watching fat drops of rain fling themselves against the wide expanse of glass. Beyond, low mist clung stubbornly to the blue-green mountains in the distance.
I dropped the crystal, letting it settle against my chest. I needed to break that habit, I reminded myself. Instead, I rubbed my thumb over the opposite wrist, where my tattoo tingled with the memory of Aiden’s gaze.
“Did I say something?” Aiden asked.
His lips had curved into a frown. He was the kind of guy you expected to take up beekeeping so he could keep careful notes on their behavior patterns, his words quiet and carefully chosen, with a bit of ready wit waiting underneath. With his hair as black as midnight, his skin slightly tanned from time in the sun, his eyes like amber embers, he seemed equal parts mystic and scholar.
I blinked, realizing that tears were welling up in my eyes.
“It’s been a lot lately,” I confessed, then promptly bit my lip.
He nodded. “Tell me about it. Last night I’m at the biggest shifter shindig on the East Coast, and now I’m solving mystical riddles in Willow Creek.” He poured a cup of tea and handed it to me. The scent of my morning blend—peppermint, lemongrass, spearmint—hit my nostrils.
I couldn’t help but smile. He poured himself a cup, leaned against the table, stretching his long legs out in front of him and crossing them at the ankles.
“What brought you here?” he asked.
I swallowed a sip of tea. “An old photograph and a piece of paper.”