Fairies (also spelled faeries). I’ve always loved them. In fact, when I was a child I wrote a story about a faery wedding taking place in my front yard. So mention the idea of a faery tea party and I am so there! 🙂 It doesn’t hurt that tea parties make me think of Alice in Wonderland, another big love of mine. 🙂 Some of the faeries in my tea party are out for a little mischief so, watch out. 😉 Well, what would you expect when you invite the King of the Dark Faeries to tea? Yes, I did. He’s really a gentleman though, unless you push his buttons right. Shouldn’t be a problem, though. I invited his beloved, a faery godmother candidate, to the party as well. That should remind him politeness is a virtue. Now, what kind of tea would you like, my friends? Green? Chamomile? Some tasty rose hip tea? Oh, that will do nicely. Oh dear. Do be careful with that faery dust, Ianthe. My goodness!
When Ianthe began her career as a faery godmother, she stumbled so badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again.
After a long suspension, she’s finally been given a chance to redeem herself…but everything on this latest assignment is going wrong.But why?Worse, she definitely doesn’t need an attractive mortal man distracting her from her duties.
Of course, needs and wants are two different things.
Briak has had his eye on Ianthe for a very, very long time, but he’s been waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Despite the fact all hell’s about to break loose on his watch, he can’t resist the opportunity to insert himself into her magical assignment. Can he convince Ianthe of her true calling and thereby win her heart? Or will his subterfuge ultimately cost him her love?
Uh oh, I hear drums! Let’s hope that doesn’t mean the faeries are getting up to trouble! *sigh* Must go corral them. In the meantime, enjoy a cup of tea and have a great time, and happy midsummer!
If you’d like to check out Changeling’s Crown it’s on sale at all ebook vendors. Don’t miss more of the party at the Midsummer Night’s Dream blog hop.
Okay, okay, girls. Stop looking under the kilts. 😉 We all know what’s under there. Or do we? I don’t know about wearing a heavy tweed skirt in summer, do you? (Okay, so it’s sweltering here). The weather makes everything just a wee bit uncomfy, doesn’t it? Nonetheless, I am writing (or #amwriting for those of you on Twitter!) and spoke with author Beth Trissel recently about my new release–about the ever-popular topic of men Kilts ;). Interested to learn a little? Then you can see the post here.
And check out Beth’s books while you’re there. They are fantastic! 🙂
Welcome to the Magick and Mayhem Fantasy blog hop. So the question was, what’s your favorite fantasy creature.
Well, you know, I’m torn. I like elves and faeries, but I adore wizards and gods–and imps, and witches of course. So… I guess I have to say all of them!
They’re running a giveaway involved here so check out the link below. To this I’ll be giving away one of my bookmarks (US Only). The overall prize package includes a copy of Caitlin’s Book of Shadows (EBook only), featuring, you guessed it that damnable Imp Hofter. 😉
Imps are small, bat-ish like, ugly creatures of wild, uncontrolled temperament. Common in Germanic, Russian, Turkish, and Korean literature, they are pranksters by nature, they simply live to cause trouble for man. And they tend to feed off the a man’s essence and leave the poor victim a drooling shell of his former self. (Or maybe that’s just my imp). And yet, according to good ole google, some people thought witches cavorted with imps! Ewww….
My character Hofter is one such. Though he looks like a man, he’s all about Mayhem. 🙂
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Something terrifying stalks Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of–or so legend says. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin’s long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare even as she continued the fight to defend her family from evil? Will it explain why she thought her world twisted? If she really became a witch?
Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and the hopes she carried like a warrior’s shield.
**This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic series, a companion to The Artist’s Inheritance (Antique Magic, Book One).
Excerpt:
Caitlin worked the afternoon away in Kameko’s Print Shop, packaging a new order when the door opened. Hofter stepped into the shop. Caitlin froze. Hadn’t Arianrhod insisted she’d “taken care of him”? How, exactly, when there he was, flitting here and there amongst the customers, smiling, brandishing his claw-tipped fingers.
Caitlin narrowed her eyes watching him, unsure of what her eyes told her. He can’t be here.
She tried to will the unwelcome vision away but Hofter refused her silent order to leave. He approached one gentleman waiting in line. Hofter’s claws flashed. The man yelped and cursed.
Had he cut the gentleman? At least that’s what she thought she saw. She dropped the bundle of fliers she’d been carrying and screamed.
In the next second, Hofter disappeared but she couldn’t stop screaming.
Calvin sprinted out the office door. “What’s going on here?”
Hofter was gone and yet, she kept on screaming.
Calvin took her by the arms and shook her. “What is it, Caitlin?”
She pointed to the crowd. Hofter had disappeared and she knew though Calvin’s gaze followed the direction of her finger, he saw nothing.
“Maybe you need to take a break. Go on. Mark can handle things for now.” He turned and shouted over his shoulder, “Mark?”
The student assistant slinked into Caitlin’s spot at the counter as she tried to keep from running out the door.
Hands shaking, she pulled her purse from her locker seeking her cell phone to call Beryl.
“Sweetie,” Beryl said, “are you sure it was Hofter?”
“I saw him, plain as day.” Her mouth was so dry and heart pounding so hard she could barely get the words out. “There’s no doubt in my mind he’s not as imprisoned as she promised.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Yet, it seemed to take forever for Beryl to arrive. When she did, Caitlin stood back trying to do her work as she watched Beryl scrutinize the afternoon crowd of customers. She couldn’t stop shaking.
Beryl finally sauntered up to the counter and shook her head. “I don’t see him, Cait. I don’t even feel any remnants of him.” She reached out and ran her hand down Caitlin’s arm. The touch calmed her—a little. Not as much as she would’ve liked it to. “Sweetie, why don’t you go home and get some rest?”
Caitlin nodded to a watching, curious Calvin. “I would if I could, but I’m stuck here until closing.”
Beryl waved him over and proceeded to flirt with him. Caitlin didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to talk him into letting her leave. Driving her to Dr. Austin’s office herself, Beryl waited until Caitlin reformed from the puddle of sobbing goo she turned into. How she didn’t tell Dr. Austin the true nature of the monster she dealt with, how she managed to stay out of the nuthouse, was beyond Caitlin’s power to discern.
Even when she closed the door and the drapes that night, she could’ve sworn she saw Hofter hanging in the air outside her windows, grinning his evil, impish smile.
Now about that giveaway. One winner will receive a Smashwords coupon for a download of your choice of ebook format of Caitlin’s Book of Shadows. What to do? Leave me a comment below (with your email address so I can contact you if you win) and tell me what’s your favorite type of Fantasy creature.
I saw this on Book Journey and well, you know me. I like to take my pictures. 🙂 I didn’t get any good flower shots this week…the garden’s a little confused with the weather, methinks (hot and cold so close together does that). But I visited the Dunedin History Museum last month and found many nifty items that of course will work into Caitlin’s next books (whether Drawing Down the Shades, I don’t know since that one’s already finished and in the hands of my critique partner. :)) But! I found this nifty spinning wheel.
Friends of mine work on spinning their own yarn so I couldn’t help bu snap it for her. No, it’s not the best picture, but …oh well. As you can see, the wheel’s kinda jammed into a small space. I’ve been working one into a new story I’m writing or two (one that I’ve planned to submit to The Wild Rose Press! :)). I’m researching/thinking now to see how I might be able to work something like it into the follow up to House of Cards, (Reign of Tarot #1) I’m working on. What I really want to know, is where’s the spindle Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger on? >;) I guess they removed it so princesses couldn’t accidentally get pricked. hehe.
Anyway, the visit to the museum was an off-the-cuff idea a few weeks back but so productive, plot-wise. 🙂 It’s a really neat place too. So…that’s my snapshot.
For today’s freaky Friday, I found this topic and couldn’t resist.
Greenman, circa 1543
The Green Man’s huge in Celtic Mythology of course. Its fairy-like image is found on churches and buildings throughout England. Related of course to the natural vegetal cycles of the world (Spring is coming after all). Jethro Tull even honored him in their song Jack In the Green. (*pause for moment of fangirl worship*)
So when I found this guy’s article *points to link*, in honor of the *fingers crossed* coming spring (and Imbolc!) I couldn’t resist sharing it with y’all.
Good morning all *sips coffee* . Oh. Excuse me. I’m still a little groggy. I’ve been under the weather this week. I had to bring in Cinderella to do some work…*eyes cobwebs* Looks like she’s slacking, doesn’t it?
Speaking of Cinderella. Did you see Once Upon a Time this week? Oh. My. God! I thought Regina was horrible. How about that mother of hers, huh? Poor, poor Archie!
Oh well. I’m trying to catch up here from that little down time. I have some pretty pictures for you and I have managed to produce a few guest posts around the web. *eyes cobwebs dubiously* If you’d like to take a peek they are:
So…. It’s not like Cinderella didn’t have space to clean around me, right? (*eyes cobwebs* Excuse me. That hacking cough you heard was not the minions; it was me! Meanwhile, let me go get on Cinderella here to do some clean up. I hope y’all have a good day!
Some of the faeries in my tea party are out for a little mischief so, watch out. 😉 Well, what would you expect when you invite the King of the Dark Faeries to tea? 
Yes, I did. He’s really a gentleman though, unless you push his buttons right. Shouldn’t be a problem, though. I invited his beloved, a faery godmother candidate, to the party as well. That should remind him politeness is a virtue. Now, what kind of tea would you like, my friends? Green? Chamomile? Some tasty rose hip tea? Oh, that will do nicely. Oh dear. Do be careful with that faery dust, Ianthe. My goodness!
When Ianthe began her career as a faery godmother, she stumbled so badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again.
Imps are small, bat-ish like, ugly creatures of wild, uncontrolled temperament. Common in Germanic, Russian, 
Good morning all *sips coffee* . Oh. Excuse me. I’m still a little groggy. I’ve been under the weather this week. I had to bring in Cinderella to do some work…*eyes cobwebs* Looks like she’s slacking, doesn’t it?
Juli D. Revezzo, author of the Antique Magic series and more 