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Prince by Blood and Bone is Released!

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I’m super excited to announce that it’s finally here! Prince by Blood and Bone, A Fantasy Romance of the Black Court, is now available in e-book form on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and All Romance Ebooks. (pending on Ibooks.)

If you are looking for a paperback copy, that is in the works. I’ve ordered my proof and it is in the mail. As soon as I’ve been through it with the proverbial fine toothed comb, it will be approved and available for sale.

And to celebrate I’m offering ebooks of The Dark Huntsman to lucky commenters.

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And to kick oprince by blood and bone by jessica aspenff the celebrations I thought I’d share an excerpt from chapter one of Prince by Blood and Bone.

Prince Kian, only son of the Faery Queen of the Black Court, and her seemingly eternal prisoner, pawed at the book on the long wooden table. His talons cut deeply into the old vellum, shredding the page and digging into the binding.

“I don’t understand why it’s not working!” he growled, and yanked his claws out.

The book hit the floor hard, smacking down into a puddle of ash and liquid that was all that remained from Kian’s failed attempt at a witch’s retrieval spell. The crowd of rubbery white hobgoblins at his feet chittered their distress, fleeing into the shadows to bob and lurk amid the ruins of the wallpaper. Kian pushed away from the table, brushing past the hovering grey gnome at his side, and flipping off the hobgoblins with his middle claw.

Beezel flinched.

Kian breathed through his nose and struggled for control. He paced the perimeter of the chamber he’d designated his work space, the claws on his misshapen toes clicking on the marble floor.

Just because his ever-loving mother had forced him into this distorted shape did not mean he had to succumb to the animal instincts threatening to overwhelm him. Even if it would feel good, oh-so-good, to take out his frustrations on Beezel and the hobgoblins, he would resist.

“I followed the spell exactly. This should be easy for me. Not only am I a lord of the fae, I am a prince of the Tuathan, damn her!” He leaned in close and waggled his blade-like digits inches from Beezel’s cringing face. “I can’t bring light and fire—children’s magics learnt at my nurse’s knee. I can’t grip a sword, nor ride a horse, and I can’t free myself from this hell hole…yet.” He stood up as straight as his current shape would allow him. “But I am determined to make this stupid spell work and fetch someone here who can play chess!”

The shaking gnome leaned away from his caustic glare. “Maybe, the trouble is, you aren’t being specific enough.” Beezel’s voice was small and hesitant.

Kian turned away, his muscles straining from the effort of not beating the gnome senseless.

As far as gnomes went Beezel was a waste. He lacked the tall stature of the Galentian Gnomes and the book-smarts of the Scalian Gnomes. He was a whining, cringing, ignorant common cave gnome, with bulging eyes and grey scaly skin. And he was the queen’s spy.

He was all Kian had in the way of companionship. Or was likely to get, given how this particular experiment had failed. But maybe the gnome was onto something.

“Explain.” Inches from the gnome’s perspiring face Kian let his large, hairy jaws gape open, revealing his ivory fangs, and uttered a low growl.

“I m-m-mean, Sire, you’re asking for a chess companion, but that’s all you’ve asked for. There m…m…may be m-m-many to pick from.” The gnome quivered in front of him. “Be more narrow in your request, and maybe the spell will be able to ac-c-commodate you.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.” He backed up a little. “I thought if I left it open, the spell would have an easier time choosing. Maybe it cannot make up its mind.” He resumed his pacing. “It’s witch magic after all. Witches use spells and cantrips, maybe some visualization is what’s missing.”

“You’ve been able to work some of the witch spells, sir.”

Kian growled. “Yes. Small, pathetic things, like making glass glow.” He resumed his pacing, trying to get his bestial anger under control so he could think. He’d struggled to do anything in the witch’s book. Even small child’s magics like calling fire required verbal spells with the correct intonation, and something called centering that he didn’t understand. The fae didn’t need to center.

“Beezel, maybe the witches need more than the words, maybe they need focus. I’ve been treating these spells like things to recite—get the pronunciation right and it should work—but that’s not how fae magic works.” He swept the little gnome off his feet and spun him around in the air. Beezel clutched his spectacles, his face turning an even paler shade of grey.

“Yes, sir. Maybe, sir. I don’t know, sir. Gnomes don’t do magic.”

“Of course you don’t.” Kian stopped spinning. “Fae magic is like blood pumping, like moving a hand. I don’t have to think about it, it just happens. But things feed it, like food, sleep, and emotions. I’ve got the food.” He swung the gnome upside down to look at all the beakers and jars on the work table. “I’ve got the means.” He plunked the gnome down. “Maybe what I’ve lacked was the intention.” He scraped the book off the floor with his talons, dropping it on the table where its savaged pages splayed out from its broken spine.

If he had to be specific, he would ask for a woman. An, intelligent, attractive sort of woman. Someone curved and sexy and real. The idea of smelling, touching, tasting the soft, scented skin of a woman…

His mouth filled with saliva and his paw-like hands shook.

“Beezel!” The gnome jumped. Kian coughed and got his voice back under control. “Get it ready. We’ll try again.”

He hardly noticed Beezel’s sigh of relief as the gnome readied the powders and beakers and flipped to the right page in the shabby book. This time, Kian pictured exactly what he desired. A slender, shapely, blond maid with chess playing abilities. One who smelled good enough to eat.

And, though he hardly dared even think it, banishing the thought before it had time to appear, he asked for one with the ability to free him from his prison.

This time, the potion developed a rosy pink glow, which crept slowly out of the glass and became a small pink cloud. The mist coalesced and grew larger, filling the room with the rich scent of spun sugar.

Kian’s pulse beat hard in his throat. This was better than the last time. Much better.

The cloud expanded, tendrils of mist stretched out into the edges of the room. Goblins shrieked and screamed, climbing over each other and racing from the chamber.

Beezel squeezed into a corner. Kian himself moved back from the now sparkling puffy wisps. No sense in getting caught in his own spell—he didn’t want to accidentally turn into a woman. Especially in his current state.

He snorted, thinking about being stuck between a woman and this mashed version of man and animal his mother had stuck him with. If he’d been forced to deal with female hormones as well as his bestial rage for the last fifteen years, he likely would have given in to his mother’s demands.

The glow grew until it filled most of the large chamber, his tension growing along with it. This was the best spell he’d attempted since he’d been imprisoned and his hopes soared.

The puffy high pink cloud shivered. The mist retracted from the corners, speeding into the center of the room until the cloud was a globular, gelatinous mass about five feet around, crouching on the floor.

He waited. Nothing happened. The hobgoblins snuck closer.

He sagged. “Fuck me.”

It wasn’t going to work. He, Prince Kian, master of the hunt, superior swordsman, and wooer of women, was a failure at simple witch magic.

Kian peered into the mass, but it had a thick, spongy quality that defied examination. Beezel crept out of his corner and huddled next to him. Together, they waited for something to happen, afraid to disturb it.

“It’s worse than before. Nothing is happening, but we’re going to be stuck cleaning up this gunk.” Kian eyed the pile morosely and mourned his blond vision. “I’m going to bed.” He turned his back on the mess. Beezel and the hobgoblins would clean it up. He trudged toward the door.

He was never getting out of here. His mother would let him rot until he died.

Beezel grunted. “Sire!”

Kian spun around.

The mass quivered and shook. It began to emit a low whine, the pink gelatin texture reflecting the lantern light on its now shiny surface. The shaking increased. The floor vibrated. Beezel ducked under the table and hung onto a leg, but Kian couldn’t take his eyes off of his creation.

The whine increased in pitch. Kian covered his still pointed ears, crouching in pain as the pink glob exploded in a burst of light. Twinkling sludge spattered everywhere, on the table, on the book, in Kian’s face.

He wiped off the gunk and stared at the tangle of long limbs and golden hair.

Beezel’s mouth fell open. “Sire, what have you done?”

Please leave a comment to enter to win an e-copy of The Dark Huntsman, book one, Tales of the Black Court. And don’t forget to check back for the Goodreads giveaway and your chance to win a print copy of book two, Prince by Blood and Bone. I want to thank each and every one of you for your support. This book has been a long time coming and I appreciate your patience!

Are you super excited like me? This one has been a bear to get to the publishing stage, let’s hope Broken Mirror is easier because I know fans of the series will be champing at the bit, once they finish Prince by Blood and Bone!

 

 

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Prince by Blood and Bone Cover Reveal

Moonday Mania

WOOT! It’s here!

Prince by Blood and Bone, A Fantasy Romance of the Black Court  the sequel to The Dark Huntsman will be released next month! And here is the long-awaited cover by phenomenal cover artist Kari Ayasha.

 

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Prince by Blood and Bone, A Fantasy Romance of the Black Court

A rebellious prince, a reluctant witch, and a mysterious prophecy,

twisted together in a tale of Beauty and the Beast

 Trapped in an underground palace Prince Kian must remain a beast, or give in to the queen’s plan to strip him of his powers. But Kian refuses to submit to his mother’s evil plan and is determined to escape both his prison and his curse—even if it means dabbling in witch’s magic.

 On the run for most of her life, Bryanna MacElvy has never learned to use her healing Gift. When she’s pulled by Kian’s spell into his prison, the prince sees the golden witch as his salvation. Refusing to let her, or to accept she is incapable of curing him, Kian offers her a terrible bargain—heal him, or give up her freedom forever.

 Their lives entwined by fate, the prince must learn to love a human and Bryanna must learn to trust herself—or risk losing their freedom, his powers, and their passion, to the evil of the Black Queen.

 Dare to enter Jessica Aspen’s world of steamy, fantasy romance in book two of her fairy tale trilogy: Tales of the Black Court

 

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Book Title: Prince by Blood and Bone, A Fantasy Romance of the Black Court by Jessica Aspen

Book two: Tales of the Black Court 

Genre:  Fantasy Romance, Twisted Fairy Tales 

Publisher: Abracadabra Publishing 

Date of Publication: April 2014 

Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9899558-1-2 

Formats available: epub, kindle, paperback 

Cover Artist: Kari Ayasha of Cover to Cover Designs

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The blog tour for Prince by Blood and Bone will be May 5th -May 16th. Check back for information on places you’ll be able to find fun reviews, articles, and blogs about me and my books.

And let me know what you think? Don’t you love the cover Kari and I came up with. It was by far the most difficult cover I’ve yet to have come together, but I think she did an amazing job keeping the theme of the Black Court series. I can’t wait to get started on book three, Broken Mirror’s cover. Cassie definitely will need a cover to keep up with her cousin and sister.

Are you a romance reviewer? Use the contact form to contact me and let me know where you review and what kind of e-copy you’d prefer. I’m sending out review copies this week!

 

 

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Snow and the Seventh Wolf Release

Release the Wolves

a special Thursdays Bite

Snow and the Seventh Wolf is out and ready for purchase! WOOT!

When readers finish Little Red Riding Wolf one of the things they’ve said over and over is that Seth needs to be taken down a peg or two. Even my editor from Passion and Print asked for Seth’s story. So here it is, finally, and just in time for my favorite month…February, the month of love.

Blurb/Book Description:

Exiled for attempting to kill his sister’s lover, the last thing Seth needs is to be saddled with a human. But Seth can’t turn his back when he discovers Snow fleeing from her avaricious step-parents murder plot. Isolated in a cabin in the woods, Snow attempts seduction and Seth discovers even werewolves are vulnerable to passion’s temptation. Seth’s angry struggles against his desire drive him away, but his over-protective alpha nature won’t let him abandon a female in distress. With Snow in danger again, can Seth overcome his prejudices in time to save Snow from her step-parents’ evil plan?

Presenting for your enjoyment an excerpt from Chapter One:

Snow Electra Jazzman slid her sunglasses down and frowned
at Ron as he passed the turn leading to the only decent coffee
shop in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.
“I thought we were going for coffee?”
“Um, well, we are.” Ron darted a look at her, turning his
watery blue eyes back to the twisting mountain road before she
could really read him. “But first, I thought we should take a
hike. Get to know each other better.”
Snow repressed a sigh and slid the sunglasses back. “You
know, you really don’t need to do this.”
After her dad had died, Snow’s stepmother had run through
men almost as fast as she ran through bottles of wine. Ron, her
latest husband, had seemed okay. At least he’d never tried to get
it on with Snow.
Until now.
“My stepmother doesn’t care if you get to know me,” she
said. “In a month, I’ll be twenty-one. You’ll never have to see
me again.”
“Tell you what…” This time he didn’t even look at her.
“We’ll stop…here.”
He eased the BMW off the main road and onto a narrow dirt
track that Snow hadn’t even noticed. And, instead of stopping,
he drove into the woods until she couldn’t see even a glimpse of
the main road.
A thousand nerves skittered across Snow’s neck.
She rubbed the skin under her jacket collar, hard. This was
it. She knew the signs. Time to fend off another stepfather.
Ron finally stopped the car. “Here’s a good spot.” It was dead
quiet in the isolation of the BMW. He rubbed his hands on his
pants, back and forth. Back and forth then got out of the car.
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This was bad. None of the others had even bothered to take
her away from the house. She looked at the deep dark woods
and shivered, zipped her jacket up to her chin and stiffened her
spine.
She wasn’t a little girl anymore, she was a grown woman. Her
body, her decision. Screw him and Elena. The minute she had
access to her trust fund, she was gone.
Ron came around the car and held her door open. She shot
him a look that was supposed to tell him he was fooling himself,
but he just grinned his trademark cheesy TV grin and said,
“Come on, we’ll just stroll up the trail a little.”
The heavy overcast sky made Snow feel even colder than
the winter mountain temperature outside. As intimate as being
with Ron in the BMW had seemed a moment before, now she
didn’t want to leave the car.
“Can’t we do this in the car?” She glanced pointedly down
at her new white suede boots and then at the mud. “Or better
yet, over coffee?”
“Elena said we should walk.” Ron’s forehead creased, he
shook back his overlong sweep of artificial blond hair they all
pretended hid his receding hairline. “I’d feel better if we could
walk.”
Snow sighed, and got out of the car. Better get this over with.
She’d handled the others, she’d handle him. And then she’d
only have a month to deal with his wounded ego.
“This is pretty remote,” she said, shivering. The cold was
already leaking through the thin soles of her boots. At least
the cabin they’d rented for the week was in an enclave of other
expensive vacation retreats. If she’d needed to, she could have
run for help.
Here, the only sound she could identify was the wind
shushing through the trees. The immense quiet seemed heavy
and forbidding compared to the bright lights and constant
motion of LA.
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Ron aimed the remote behind them and the lock snicked
closed.
The spidering on her neck trickled down her spine.
She didn’t want to do this.
She only had thirty days to go, living with her stepmother—
and fighting off another stepfather was not in her plans. Then
again, coming to Wyoming hadn’t been in her plans either, but
she had no choice until she received her inheritance.
She was counting the days, the hours, the minutes.
Shoulders back, she followed Ron to the gap in the dark wall
of trees.
“How far do you want to go?” She peered at the trail that
almost seemed to disappear into a dark hole as it turned up the
incline. A lacy flake landed on her nose, melted and slid down
the side of her cheek. She shivered.
“I would have dressed differently if you’d said we were going
out in the cold.” She sounded bitchy. She didn’t care. He should
have at least bought her the coffee first.
Ron frowned over his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said and
entered the tunnel made by the trees. “Elena said there was a
good spot not too far ahead.”
His whipped dog expression, and the fact that she suspected
he really was afraid of her stepmother, kept her walking up
the trail behind him. She didn’t know what Elena had to do
with this, but his constant reference to Elena didn’t feel like
the typical play for the younger step-daughter. Maybe he wasn’t
going to try it on. Maybe he really wanted to talk. She focused
on trying to find some beauty in the dark oppressive woods and
put aside her fears about where this was heading.
The first few fat white flakes scattering through the air were
pretty. Despite the heavy grey sky, and the sharp incline of the
trail, her pre-caffeine grumpiness began to lift. They’d have their
talk, turn around, and go get the coffee. Before long she’d be
back at the cabin, warm in her own room, where she could once
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again dream of a future free from Elena.
Trudging around a group of leafless bushes she nearly ran
into Ron, who had come to a dead halt in the middle of the
trail. She stumbled to a stop, catching herself just shy of the edge
of the tremendous drop she hadn’t even seen.
“What the…” The heavy swirls of flakes lightened for a
moment, the dark clouds opened up and the snowy white peaks
of the Grand Tetons appeared, illuminated by a fleeting shaft
of sunlight.
“Oh!” She smiled at Ron, startled by the beauty into a
surprising camaraderie. “For once Elena was right, this is
amazing.”
“Pretty isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Snow agreed and chose to ignore his flat tone, focusing
on the view.
It really was pretty. The light from the gap in the clouds
looked like the hand of God in the final scene in a fifties movie.
So over the top you’d never believe it was real.
She turned back to face Ron, but he’d moved around till he
was on the downhill side of the path, between her and the path
back to the car.
“Thanks for bringing me here. It’s gorgeous.” Her smile
faltered. He wasn’t smiling back. His thin blue eyes avoided hers
and he swallowed noisily, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He shifted
his weight from foot to foot, his smooth, botoxed face tight and
strained. Snow’s smile fled.
This was it.
“I’m sorry, Snow.”
She tensed, waiting for his move, but he just stood there,
hands buried deep in the pockets of his parka.
“Sorry for what?” Her voice came out tight and reedy. She
braced for action. She knew the drill, Elena had rotten taste in
men.
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“Sorry about all this.” He apologized again. “If I had a choice
I’d do it differently, but you know Elena.”
A heavy weight balled inside Snow’s chest. She knew her
stepmother, oh too well. “What does Elena have to do with
this?”
Ron ignored her question, shifted his weight from foot to
foot. “I wouldn’t do it, but I need her. I haven’t had a decent
part in ten years. Once you get older, no one wants a blond
leading-man.”
Even Elena wouldn’t send him here to hit on his stepdaughter.
Would she?
Snow’s stepmother was a narcissistic bitch, she’d treated her
step-daughter terribly. But they only had one month left of each
other’s company then Snow would never see her again. Was this
her sick way of saying goodbye?
“It’s that pre-nup.” Ron pulled a pistol out from his coat
pocket.
Snow’s mouth dropped open.
“She holds all the cards. I walk away with nothing.” He
waved the gun.
“What are you doing Ron?” She needed to think, to plan.
Stuck between the drop-off and a gun, the only place left to run
was straight up the mountain, deeper into the woods.
He lifted the pistol. “Goodbye, Snow.”
The black hole of the barrel sucked her vision in, and she
couldn’t move. Trapped, as the gun wavered up and down, until
it finally leveled it out at her chest.
“I wish there were another way. Sorry babe.”
“Ron!” she finally wheezed out of tension tight lungs.
Ron squeezed his eyes shut.
Snow could make out every line on his face, the slight droop
to the corner of his eye, the trace of whiskers on his cheeks. His
black-gloved finger tightened on the trigger.

Giveaway

In celebration of the release I’ll be giving away an e-copy to one lucky commenter, so leave a comment and let me know what you think about the excerpt, the blurb or the cover.

Oh! And if you’d like to buy a copy it’s available at Passion in Print Press, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and All Romance.

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