Wednesday, August 30, 2017

The Baby Project by Miranda Liasson


He agreed to give her his genes. He didn’t expect to lose his heart…Here comes THE BABY PROJECT by Miranda Liasson…




Liz Kingston spends her life delivering babies and longs for one of her own. All she needs is someone with fabulous genetic material. Who better to ask than her sexy ex-fling, who has no interest in ever settling down or being a father.
International correspondent Grant Wilbanks loves danger and travelling the world. But nothing in all this Brit’s experience could have prepared him for the way a torrid affair with Liz makes him feel. When she asks for his assistance, he figures he can help her out with a simple donation. No strings, no emotions, just…test-tube science.
But this simple favor gives them both more than they ever bargained for. Grant agrees to her terms, but stepping away gets harder and harder because the more time they spend together, the more he finds himself falling…and losing the battle to safeguard his heart.



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Liz wanted him for the most unflattering reason: because she knew he’d flee without a doubt. “So you want me to donate my sperm—into a test tube?” Grant could hardly say it. He could hardly believe he was having this discussion. The idea was utterly ludicrous.
“This would be a one-time thing, the perfect arrangement. You’d give your sample and walk away. Easy-peasy.”
“You mean create a child and walk away?” Somehow, his brain felt numb. He was having difficulty wrapping his head around it.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to think of it like that. You’d donate a sample and I’d do the rest. You’d do it as a favor to me. No strings attached. No responsibilities, no worries, and no claim to fatherhood. There’d be no need to tell anyone that you’re the father. And Dottie will be moving away soon, so there’d be no need to say anything to her, either. You’d just go back across the world to your job and forget about me. Simple, yes?”
He struggled not to physically wince at her words. How little she thought of him. But then, he’d given her no other way to think. He’d been a no-show. He plowed his fingers through his hair. God, he should never have come here. What had he been thinking, getting tangled up with her again? The intensity of his feelings for her had caught him by surprise—all it had taken was one glance at those big, dark, pleading eyes, her lovely full lips, her vivaciousness, her compassion, her sarcasm…
He’d known he was in trouble from the second she’d tossed her tea at him. The same stirring, the same wanting that he’d fought so hard to forget, it had all come avalanching back.
And God help him, he wanted her now, just as he had on all those hot, humid African nights. Yes, he’d admit it—he’d wanted to see her. To know how she’d been. To say he was sorry.
What a fool he was to think that that would be enough.
Yet what could he really offer her? He was at the top of his game as a reporter, recognizable around the world, always ready to go anywhere at a moment’s notice. He had no family, no home. He was as domesticated as a Bengali tiger.
“So will you consider it?” she asked.
He opened his mouth to say no.
“I desperately want this, Grant. It’s my last chance to become a mother.”
Damn her for turning to him with those big doe eyes, with that pleading look that gutted him. That had the effect of rendering him utterly helpless. If he had any sense at all, he’d flee into the house and take cover immediately.
This seemingly simple request was surely fraught with a million complications. If he was wise, he’d simply say no immediately and cut this ridiculous discussion off at the pass.
He tried to avoid eye contact but like a wreck on the side of the road, he couldn’t turn away.
The answer was no. It would always be no. But he couldn’t bear seeing the hopeful expression she wore.
One look at her and he understood down to his marrow exactly what he was seeing in her eyes. Longing, yearning, desperation. She was asking him for something so simple and yet so life-changingly complex.
He’d have to disappoint her, of course. He’d be out of his mind to say yes. The word no formed in his throat, one breath away from being expelled through his lips.
“Let me think about it,” he found himself saying instead.   




Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about everyday people who find love despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart winner and an Amazon bestselling author whose heartwarming and humorous small–town romances have won accolades such as the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and have been Harlequin Junkie and Night Owl Reviews Top Picks.


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The Brightest Fell by Seanan McGuire


Title: THE BRIGHTEST FELL
Series: October Daye #11
Author: Seanan McGuire
Release Date: September 5, 2017
IBSN: 9780756413316 | DAW Hardcover| $26.00






Contains an original bonus novella, Of Things Unknown!

Things are slow, and October “Toby” Daye couldn’t be happier about that. The elf-shot cure has been approved, Arden Windermere is settling into her position as Queen in the Mists, and Toby doesn’t have anything demanding her attention except for wedding planning and spending time with her family.

Maybe she should have realized that it was too good to last.

When Toby’s mother, Amandine, appears on her doorstep with a demand for help, refusing her seems like the right thing to do…until Amandine starts taking hostages, and everything changes. Now Toby doesn’t have a choice about whether or not she does as her mother asks. Not with Jazz and Tybalt’s lives hanging in the balance. But who could possibly help her find a pureblood she’s never met, one who’s been missing for over a hundred years? 

Enter Simon Torquill, elf-shot enemy turned awakened, uneasy ally. Together, the two of them must try to solve one of the greatest mysteries in the Mists: what happened to Amandine’s oldest daughter, August, who disappeared in 1906. 

This is one missing person case Toby can’t afford to get wrong.












Because sometimes the best intentions could lead to some very dark places, and once you were there, it could be almost impossible to find your way home again, unless there was someone willing to help you. Unless you could get there and back by the light of a candle. 

Uff, EVERYTHING CAN BE A SPOILER!

How do I write a review?

Well, the only thing I can say is that this is another amazing installment in the October Daye series. From the blurb, you know Amandine is Toby's mother. She's also a Firstborn and she has been missing for most of the books. However, Amandine is back and she wants Toby to find her other daughter, August. At the beginning, Toby doesn't want to get involved. She's finally in a happy place in her life. She has good friends and she's in love. Planning her wedding should be a priority on her to-do list. Yet, this is not to be. Amandine won't take no for an answer. She will take whoever is important to Toby to get her to do what she wants. 

Just like all the books in this series, The Brightest Fell is action-packed. So many things happen and you just have to try to keep up. One event will trigger a chain reaction that can't be stopped. There are always great twists which come as a surprise. Seanan McGuire's creativity amazes me. That's why after eleven books, I'm still a huge fan.

The Luidaeg is singing Disney songs.” 

My favorite character on The Brightest Fell besides Toby was the Luidaeg. The character that I was hoping had redemption was Simon. The character that needs to pay: Amandine who's nothing but a spoiled brat.

One thing I missed the most in this book was Tybalt. I have come to adore them as a couple and I want to listen to his one-liners. He's one of my favorite male characters in a UF series (Adam from the Mercyverse is another one of my favorites). After all, how can anyone not love the King of Cats? I certainly do. 
“I love you. Take comfort in that. Even in your dreams, you are no longer capable of imagining a world in which I do not love you. Hold fast to that ideal.”
Cliffhanger: No

5/5 Fangs

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October 9th, 2013

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell .—William Shakespeare, Macbeth.



THE FETCH IS ONE of the most feared and least understood figures in Faerie. Their appearance heralds the approach of inescapable death: once the Fetch shows up, there’s nothing that can be done. The mechanism that summons them has never been found, and they’ve always been rare, with only five conclusively identified in the last century. They appear for the supposedly significant—kings and queens, heroes and villains—and they wear the faces of the people they have come to escort into whatever awaits the fae beyond the borders of death. They are temporary, transitory, and terrifying.
My Fetch, who voluntarily goes by “May Daye,” because nothing says “I am a serious and terrible death omen” like having a pun for a name, showed up more than three years ago. She was supposed to foretell my impending doom. Instead, all she managed to foretell was me getting a new roommate. Life can be funny that way.
At the moment, doom might have been a nice change. May was standing on the stage of The Mint, San Francisco’s finest karaoke bar, enthusiastically bellowing her way through an off- key rendition of Melissa Etheridge’s “Come to My Window.” Her live-in girlfriend, Jazz, was sitting at one of the tables closest to the stage, chin propped in her hands, gazing at May with love and adoration all out of proportion to the quality of my Fetch’s singing.
 May has the face I wore when she appeared. We don’t look much alike anymore, but when she first showed up at my apartment door to tell me I was going to die, we were identical. She has my memories up to the point of her creation: years upon years of parental issues, crushing insecurity, abandonment, and criminal activities. And right now, none of that mattered half as much as the fact that she also had my absolute inability to carry a tune.
“Why are we having my bachelorette party at a karaoke bar again?” I asked, speaking around the mouth of the beer bottle I was trying to keep constantly against my lips. If I was drinking, I wasn’t singing. If I wasn’t singing, all these people might still be my friends in the morning.
Of course, with as much as most of them had already had to drink, they probably wouldn’t notice if I did sing. Or if I decided to sneak out of the bar, go home, change into my sweatpants, and watch old movies on the couch until I passed out. Which would have been my preference for how my bachelorette party was going to go, if I absolutely had to have one. I didn’t think they were required. May had disagreed with me. Vehemently. And okay, that had sort of been expected.
What I hadn’t expected was for most of my traitorous, backstabbing friends to take her side. Stacy—one of my closest friends since childhood—had actually laughed in my face when I demanded to know why she was doing this to me.
“Being your friend is like trying to get up close and personal with a natural disaster,” she’d said. “Sure, we have some good times, but we spend half of them covered in blood. We just want to spend an evening making you as uncomfortable as you keep making the rest of us.”
Not to be outdone, her eldest daughter, Cassandra, had blithely added, “Besides, we don’t think even you can turn a karaoke party into a bloodbath.”
All of my friends are evil.
As my Fetch and hence the closest thing I had to a sister, May had declared herself to be in charge of the whole affair. That was how we’d wound up reserving most of the tables at The Mint for an all-night celebration of the fact that I was getting married. Even though we didn’t have a date, a plan, or a seating chart, we were having a bachelorette party. Lucky, lucky me.

My name is October Daye. I am a changeling; I am a knight; I am a hero of the realm; and if I never have to hear Stacy sing Journey songs again, it will be too soon.




Seanan McGuire lives and works in Washington State, where she shares her somewhat idiosyncratic home with her collection of books, creepy dolls, and enormous blue cats. When not writing--which is fairly rare--she enjoys travel, and can regularly be found any place where there are cornfields, haunted houses, or frogs. A Campbell, Hugo, and Nebula Award-winning author, Seanan's first book (Rosemary and Rue, the beginning of the October Daye series) was released in 2009, with more than twenty books across various series following since. Seanan doesn't sleep much.








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Drift by Amy Murray




Title: Drift
Author: Amy Murray
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 28, 2017











I’m not crazy. My mother may have died with everyone believing she was insane, but I refuse to accept that as my fate. Even if I am recalling memories about a life I never lived. A life that includes the mysterious James—a guy I’ve only just met, but feel as if I’ve known all my life. The memories are coming hard and fast, and I’m falling down a rabbit hole with consequences that far exceed anything I could have ever imagined. And now, someone is trying to kill me. Someone from my past who knows about my visions and is looking for something he believes I took from him. All I have to do is figure out how these memories relate to the present and maybe I’ll survive to live another day. Maybe…

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Tuesday, August 29, 2017

So I Married a Sorcerer (The Embraced #2)
by Kerrelyn Sparks


Mass Market Paperback496 pages
Expected publication: August 29th 2017 by St. Martin's Press
ISBN: 1250108233





Growing up on the Isle of Moon, Brigitta knows nothing of her past, except that she is Embraced: born with powers that forced her into hiding. Everything changes when she learns she’s a princess, hidden away from her villainous half-brother who now rules the kingdom. But he knows about Brigitta, and he’ll do anything to get her back. Unless a certain roguish pirate has anything to say about it…

Rupert is both an infamous pirate and a sorcerer with the power to harness the wind. He’s been waiting nineteen years for revenge—and he needs Brigitta to get it. What begins as a kidnapping of the fiery beauty turns into a fierce attraction. But can he win the captive princess’s heart?
 







So I Married a Sorcerer was an extremely enjoyable addition to this series. This book had plenty of action, intrigue, magic, romance, and world building to hold my interest. The pace of this novel was fast and I found myself addicted to the story. I will admit that some parts of the book felt a bit slow, but I still found the book extremely entertaining overall.

The main female character, Brigitta, was such a well-developed and relatable character. She was so kind, thoughtful, considerate, and sweet. Brigitta was a character that I simply couldn't help but love. She also extremely fierce and strong when she needed be, especially when it came to protecting those she cared about. 

Rupert was the main male character and of course, he was SO SWOON WORTHY. I will admit that at first, he was a little hard to warm up to. He was a bit of gruff and intimidating pirate, but I could tell there was more to him than what met the eye. He was an intense and strong-willed man, but he was also quite kind and considerate underneath that tough exterior. I slowly fell in love with him throughout the novel, and I wouldn't have had it any other way! 




The romance in this book was extremely steamy and swoon worthy. They had some instant chemistry, so I was worried that there was going to be some insta-love, but that was not the case. I thought the author did a great job at developing the romance at a slow and believable pace. I would have been okay with an even slower and more painful burn, however, I still thought the romance developed deliciously. Rupert and Brigitta were so sweet and precious together. I shipped Rupert and Brigitta so hard, so I was DYING for them to get together. When they did get together, PHEW, IT WAS HOT!

Overall, this was an enchanting and romantic novel. I cannot wait to continue with this series!

4 / 5 Fangs

*This ebook was given to me in exchange for an honest review. * 






Chapter One




“I cannot play, Brigitta told her sisters as she cast a wary look at the linen bag filled with Telling Stones. Quickly she shifted on the window seat to gaze at the Great West- ern Ocean. The rolling waves went on for as far as she could see, but her mind was elsewhere. Calm yerself. The prediction will neer happen.
At dawn they had boarded this ship, accompanied by Mother Ginessa and Sister Fallyn, who were now resting in the cabin next door. This was the smallest vessel in the Eberoni Royal Navy, the captain had explained, sturdy enough to cross the ocean, but small enough to travel up the Ebe River to the palace at Ebton. There, they would see their oldest sister, who was now the queen of Eberon.
According to the captain, Queen Luciana had intended to send more than one ship to safeguard their journey, but at the last minute the other naval ships had been diverted south to fight the Tourinian pirates who were raiding vil- lages along the Eberoni shore. But not to worry, the cap- tain had assured Brigitta and her companions. Since the royal navy was keeping the pirates occupied to the south, their crossing would be perfectly safe.


Indeed, after a few hours, it seemed perfectly boring. If we dont play, how will we pass the time? Gwen- nore asked from her seat at the round table. Twill be
close to sunset afore we reach Ebton.
“I wish we could wander about on deck, Maeve grumbled from her chair next to Gwennore. “ Tis a lovely spring day, and were stuck down here.
Sorcha huffed in annoyance as she paced about the cabin. Mother Ginessa insisted we remain here. I swear she acts as if shes afraid to let anyone see us.
Perhaps she fears for our safety because we are Em- braced,Gwennore said.
Sorcha shook her head. Were safe now in Eberon.
But only in Eberon, Brigitta thought as she studied the deep-blue waves. Being Embraced was a death sentence anywhere else on the mainland. The other kings abhorred the fact that each of the Embraced possessed some sort of magical power that the kings, themselves, could never have.
When Brigitta and her adopted sisters were born, the only safe haven had been the Isle of Moon. Theyd grown up there in the Convent of the Two Moons, believing they were orphans. But almost a year ago, theyd discovered a shocking truth. Luciana had never been an orphan.
Since then, Brigitta had wondered if she had family somewhere, too. Had they hidden her away or, worse, abandoned her? She feared it was the latter. For in all her nineteen years of life, no one from the mainland had ever bothered to contact her.
You are loved, she reminded herself. Shed grown up in a loving home at the convent. Her sisters loved her, and she loved them. That was enough.
It had to be enough. Didnt it?
Sorcha lowered her voice. I still believe Mother Ginessa knows things about us that she wont tell.


Brigitta silently agreed. She knew from her special gift that almost everyone was hiding something.
Lets play the game and let the stones tell us, Maeve said. I need to do something. This cabin is feeling smaller by the minute.
Brigitta sighed. Sadly enough, this was the largest cabin on board. Captain Shaw had lent them his quarters, which had a large window overlooking the back of the vessel.
The ship creaked as it rolled to the side, and Sorcha grabbed the sideboard to steady herself.
Have a seat afore ye fall,Gwennore warned her. Fine. Sorcha emptied the oranges from a brass bowl
on the sideboard, then plunked the bowl onto the table as she took a seat. Lets play.
Brigittas sisters gave her a questioning look, but she shook her head and turned to gaze out the window once again. It had been twelve years ago, when she was seven, that Luciana had invented the game where they could each pretend to be the Seer from the Isle of Mist. Theyd gathered up forty pebbles from the nearby beach, then painted them with colors and numbers. After the stones were deposited in a bowl and covered with a cloth, each sister would grab a small handful of pebbles and what- ever colors or numbers shed chosen would indicate her future.
Well just have to play without her, Sorcha grum- bled. A clattering noise filled the cabin as the bag of Telling Stones was emptied into the brass bowl, a noise not quite loud enough to cover Sorchas hushed voice. Ye know why she wont play. Shes spooked.
Brigitta winced. That was too close to the truth.
She could no longer see the Isle of Moon on the hori- zon. As the island had faded from sight, a wave of appre- hension had washed over her, slowly growing until it had


sucked her down into an undertow of fear and dread. For deep in her heart, she believed that leaving the safety of the convent would trigger the set of events that Luciana had predicted.
But how could she have refused this voyage? Luciana would be giving birth soon, and she wanted her sisters with her. She also needed Mother Ginessa, who was an excellent midwife.
Im going first, Sorcha declared, and the stones rat- tled about the bowl as she mixed them up.
O Great Seer, Maeve said, repeating the line they spoke before each prediction. Reveal to us the secrets of the Telling Stones.
What the hell? Sorcha muttered, and Maeve gasped. “Ye mustnt let Mother Ginessa hear ye curse like
that, Gwennore warned her.
These stones are ridiculous! Sorcha slammed them on the table, and out of curiosity Brigitta turned to see what her sister had selected.
Nine, pink, and lavender.
Gwennore tilted her head as she studied the stones. In nine years ye will meet a tall and handsome—”
Nine years?Sorcha grimaced. I would be so old!Twenty-seven. Gwennores mouth twitched. Practi-
cally ancient.
Exactly! Sorcha huffed. Ill wait nine months for my tall and handsome stranger, and not a minute more.She glared at the colored stones. “I hate pink. It looks ter- rible with my freckles and red hair.
Maeves eyes sparkled with mischief. Who said ye would be wearing it? I think yer true love will look very pretty in pink.
Hes not wearing pink,Sorcha growled.
Aye, a lovely pink gown with a lavender sash, Gwen- nore added with a grin.


Nay, Gwennie. Maeve shook her head. The lavender means hell have lavender-blue eyes like you.
Ah. Gwennore tucked a tendril of her white-blond hair behind a pointed ear. “Could be.
Are ye kidding me? Sorcha gave them an incredu- lous look. How on Aerthlan would I ever meet an elf?Ye met me, Gwennore said. And apparently, in nine months, yell meet a tall and handsome elf in a pink gown. She and Maeve laughed, and Sorcha reluctantly
grinned.
Brigitta turned to peer out the window once again. Over the years, the Telling Stones had proven to be an entertaining game. But then, a year ago, something strange had happened. Lucianas prediction for her own future had actually come to pass. Shed met and fallen in love with the tall and handsome stranger shed foretold in specific detail, using the Telling Stones. And if that hadnt been amazing enough, shed become the queen of Eberon.
Eager to experience something equally romantic, Bri- gitta had begged her oldest sister to predict a similar future for her.
A mistake. Brigitta frowned at the churning ocean. Blue, gold, seven, and eight. Those had been the stones
Luciana had selected. Blue and gold, shed explained, sig- nified the royal colors of the kingdom of Tourin. Seven meant there would be seven suitors to compete for her hand. And eight . . . in eight months, Brigitta would meet a tall and handsome stranger.
The eight months had now passed.
She pressed a hand against her roiling stomach. When theyd boarded this morning, shed quickly as-
sessed the captain and his crew. None of them had struck her as particularly tall or handsome. Captain Shaw was portly, bald, and old enough to be her father.


As for the seven suitors vying for her hand, she had initially been thrilled, considering the idea wildly exciting. But when her sisters had likened it to her being a prize in a tourney, shed had second thoughts.
Why would seven men compete for her? She had noth- ing special to offer. Even the gift she possessed for being Embraced was hardly special. And did this contest mean she would have no choice but to marry whichever man won her? The more shed thought about this competition, the more it had made her cringe.
So, five months ago, shed played the game again, hop- ing to achieve different results. But to her shock, there had been four stones in her hand.
Blue, gold, seven, and five.
Had some sort of mysterious countdown gone into ef- fect? Reluctant to believe that, shed attempted the game again a month later. Blue, gold, seven, and four. Alarmed, shed sworn never to play again.
But one month ago, Sorcha had dared her to play, taunt- ing her for being overly dramatic. Those words never failed to irk Brigitta, so shed accepted the dare. With a silent prayer to the moon goddesses, shed reached into the bowl, swished the pebbles around, and grabbed a hand- ful. And there, in her palm, four stones had stared up at her.
Blue, gold, seven, and one. A fate was shoving itself down her throat whether she liked it or not.
And she did not.
Brigitta had been raised on the Isle of Moon, where women were free to determine their own futures and everyone worshipped the moon goddesses, Luna and Lessa.
It was different on the mainland. Men were in charge there, and everyone worshipped a male god, the Light.


Luciana had been fortunate to find a good man who respected her independent nature. As king and queen, they had declared it safe to worship the moon goddesses in Eberon.
But it was not that way elsewhere. In the other main- land kingdoms, Brigitta would be executed for making the sign of the moons as she prayed. Executed for being Embraced. So why did she keep picking the blue and gold colors of Tourin?
And why would seven suitors compete for her? She glanced at her sisters. Sorcha had always seemed the stron- gest, with a fiery temperament that matched her fiery red hair. Gwennore had always been the smartest. Maeve, the youngest, had always been the sweetest. And Luciananow married—had been their brave leader. Brigitta had never been quite sure where she fit in.
Gwennore, with her superior intellect, had always been the best at translating books into different languages. Maeve had excelled in penmanship, and Sorcha in artwork. Luciana had been good at everything.
But Brigitta . . . the nuns had despaired with her. When transcribing a book, she could never stay true to the text. A little embellishment here, a tweak there, and eventu- ally she would take a story so off course, it was no longer recognizable. This, of course, upset the nuns, for their male customers on the mainland were paying for an ex- act copy of an old tale, not the romantic fantasies of an overly dramatic young woman.
Whenever the nuns had fussed at her, her sisters had come to her defense, insisting that her story was much better than the original. And each time the nuns tried to use Brigittas overly dramatic mistakes for kindling, her sisters always managed to rescue the pages and give them to her. Theyd even begged her to finish her stories


about dashing young heroes, so that they could read them.
Brigitta adored them for that. Shed do anything for her sisters, including this voyage to Eberon that she was so afraid would activate the events shed been dread- ing.
She shifted her gaze back to the rolling motion of the ocean, and her stomach churned. Did a persons destiny have to be set in stone, in this case the Telling Stones? This was her story, so why couldnt it be one of her mak- ing? Surely she didnt have to stick to a text that had already been written without her consent. Couldnt she be the author of her own destiny?
Ye should watch the horizon, not the waves, Maeve said as she sat next to Brigitta on the window seat. “ Tis a sure way to make yerself ill.
Oh. Brigitta turned to her youngest sister. I didnt realize . . . Her stomach twisted with a sharp pain, and she winced.
Gwennore gave her a worried look. Ye look pale. Would ye like some bread or wine? She motioned toward the sideboard and the food that had been left for them.
Brigitta shook her head. Perhaps if she sat perfectly still for a few moments, the nausea would pass. “Did ye finish playing the Game of Stones?
Aye, Maeve answered. Didnt ye hear us giggling?Brigitta groaned inwardly, not wanting to admit shed been too engrossed in her own worries to pay her sisters
any mind.
My prediction was the best, Maeve continued. In four years, Ill meet a tall and handsome stranger with green teeth, purple hair, and three feet.
Brigitta wrinkled her nose. Ye call that handsome? How can he have three feet? Does he have a third leg?


Maeve waved a dismissive hand. We didnt bother to figure that part out. But he is taller than most.
Aye.Sorcha snorted. By a foot.
Maeve grinned. As ye can see, the game is nonsense. Besides, I have no desire to meet any man, no matter how tall or handsome. I plan to live the rest of my life with all of you at the convent.
Aye, Sorcha agreed. Im not leaving my sisters for an elf in a pink gown. Tis naught but a silly game.
Exactly. Gwennore gave Brigitta a pointed look. So ye shouldnt believe anything the stones say.
They were doing their best to relieve her fear, Brigitta realized, and as her heart warmed, the ache in her stomach eased. Thank you. What would I do without ye all?
The ship lurched suddenly to the right, causing Bri- gitta and Maeve to fall against the padded wall of the window seat. The oranges rolled off the sideboard and plummeted to the wooden floor. Empty goblets fell onto the floor with a series of loud clunks.
Sorcha grabbed on to the table. What was that?
Loud shouts and the pounding of feet sounded on the deck overhead.
Something is amiss, Gwennore said as she gazed up at the ceiling. Theyre running about.
Maeve peered out the window. I believe we made a sudden turn to the south.
That would put us off course, Gwennore murmured.
The door slammed open, and they jumped in their seats.
Mother Ginessa gave them a stern look, while behind her Sister Fallyn pressed the tips of her fingers against her thumbs, forming two small circles to represent the twin moons.








Kerrelyn Sparks is best known (so far) for the Love at Stake series, which has hit as high as number 5 on the New York Times list and 22 on the USA Today list. Visit Kerrelyn on Facebook, Twitter, or her website, http://www.kerrelynsparks.com/.