A faery prince and a human savior… Keenan must dare to believe or pay the price and lose them both.
As a diehard science nut, Keenan O’Brien’s passion is debunking legends for her YouTube channel. So when her friend dares her to sleep in a fairy mound on All Hallows’ Eve, she jumps at the chance to prove that faeries don’t exist.
Or so she thought.
There, she meets Aegnus, a gorgeous silver-haired musician, who offers proof otherwise. Unable to resist, she follows him to the rave of a lifetime. But once there, her skepticism lands her in a heap of inexplicable trouble with a so-called faery queen.
To survive, Keenan must set aside her disbelief to accept the help of Liam, the hot and dominant human cop who claims responsibility in caring for those who have tangled with the Fae. But his own family has a secret, one that can only worsen her plight. Now, with some help from the faery prince who had drawn her there in the first place, the two must race against time to free her from the queen’s hold. Because they find that once Faerie has claimed someone, it does not like to let go.
General Release Date: 27th October 2020
The old-style English pub was the little university town’s best kept secret, and tonight, it was filled with sexy witches, grotesque murderers, charming devils and not-so-innocent angels. After all, it was the Saturday night before Halloween, when most parties were taking place. No one wanted to risk a ‘hangover Monday’ in the middle of midterm season.
In contrast, Keenan, a grad student in the Department of Computer Science, and three of her friends, all in normal attire, sat at a round table in the back, observing the revelry with amused smiles.
“Is that one of the jock babies over there in a chugging contest?” Keenan whispered to Aisha, the raven-haired woman beside her.
It was what Keenan and her fellow grad school friends called the group of undergrad jocks they’d had to teach this year. The university had admitted most of them based more on their athletic merit than their academic abilities, and it showed in their reluctance to learn.
“Oof. Yeah. I think you’re right. Aren’t you TA-ing his class this semester?”
Keenan winced as the third-year frat boy by the bar slammed his pint glass onto the bartop, threw his head back and howled—never mind that it was rather appropriate, considering he was dressed like a werewolf in a flannel shirt. “I’m not looking forward to marking whatever he ends up handing in on Monday.”
“Forget about that,” Dale waved at the two women for attention and leaned forward, his eyes flashing with excitement. His freckles were growing more prominent with the flushing of his normally pale cheeks. “Tell us, Kee… What do you have planned for your Halloween episode?”
Keenan grinned. She wasn’t too proud to admit that she loved talking about her passion project. It had turned into a full side gig. She even had fans! “Well, a couple of weeks ago, I was covering this urban legend about peeling an apple at midnight. I figured I could air that one on the channel tomorrow.”
“An apple?” Aisha shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
“Yeah, there’s an urban legend that says if you peel an apple in front of a mirror at midnight, you’ll see an image of the one you’ll marry one day. And every time the peel breaks, a scar will appear on their face and you would have cursed your future spouse with that scar.”
Aisha gasped, her eyes round with fear.
At her friend’s look, Keenan laughed and patted her back. “Relax. I did not see my future husband and there were no scars. It’s just a myth, obviously.”
“Luckily. I still think you’re crazy, doing what you do.” Aisha pursed her lips and shook her head.
“But brave.” Jonathan pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose then grabbed the pitcher sitting right next to a bowl of peanuts to refill everyone’s glasses. “Besides, all this stuff has no basis in science. I think what Kee’s doing with her YouTube channel, debunking these myths and legends, is doing the world a service.”
“Here’s to scientific inquiry.” Keenan lifted her beer.
“Hear, hear!” Her three friends mirrored her gesture and they all took long, satisfying gulps from their respective pints.
“That said, I think you should do something different on Halloween. I mean…it being that time of the year.” Dale was often her source of inspiration for her episodes.
“What do you suggest?” Keenan tucked a stray red curl back behind her ear then folded her arms on the table.
“Local rumor has it that the hill behind the old Donovan property is a fairy mound. You know what they say…”
“That they’re really fairy forts and, on All Hallows Eve, you can see fairies dancing there?” A familiar thrum of excitement coursed through Keenan’s body. Dale was on to something.
“I dare you, Keenan O’Brien, to spend Halloween night at the fairy mound.” Dale smirked.
Ah, he planned this all along. The sneaky bastard!
To be fair, however, Keenan had already been planning in her head what to pack before he’d even dared her. I’ll need to shoot on my phone to livestream, so that means an extra battery pack. And a sleeping bag. Oh, and I better tweet out an announcement. It’ll be touch and go with such short notice.
“Earth to Keenan.” Jonathan waved a hand in front of her face.
“She’s off in planning land. You can see it in her eyes.” Aisha’s voice drifted back to her attention.
Her friends knew her too well. “I’m here. I’m here!”
“So, you going to do it?” Dale asked, affecting his most innocent smile.
Ha! If he’s innocent, then fairies are real.
“You knew I was going to do it as soon as you opened your mouth.” Keenan mock-glared at him but failed to hold it for long.
Dale only widened his grin as Aisha stared at the two of them and sighed. “Just be careful, Kee. Sleeping alone outside is not safe, no matter which way you look at it.”
“Aisha has a point. I’ll be up all night anyway, the way my block parties. Why don’t you check in with me?” Jonathan offered.
Before Keenan could respond, Aisha clapped her hands together and spoke again. “That’s a splendid idea. She can call in every hour, and if she misses a call, it means something’s gone pear-shaped and you can call for help.”
Keenan almost choked, and her face heated from the alcohol. “Every three hours.”
“Two,” Aisha shot back while Dale tried to stifle his laugh, and Jonathan watched with an arched brow.
“Fine, Mom,” Keenan groaned with exaggerated exasperation. With that, Dale burst into laughter.
Aisha rolled her eyes at their antics.
“Well, I for one will be watching from the comfort of my nice, warm, comfy bed.” Dale winked at them.
At that, Keenan threw the peanut that she had been shelling at him.
P. Stormcrow grew up with a love for love and somehow that turned into authoring contemporary and paranormal BDSM romances. Fierce women and sensitive men fill her stories while she examines social norms and challenges conventional tropes of the genre through her craft. She is also the recipient of the 2021 inaugural Good Sex Awards in the category of Erotic Touch. Born in Hong Kong and raised in Canada, she enjoys writing about both cultures.
In addition to being an author, she is also a techie, a graphic designer, a mother, a lover, a fighter and a little bit of everything else in between. When she's not typing away madly on her phone and running into poles, she enjoys copious amounts of tea, way too many sugary treats and as many sci-fi / fantasy / paranormal TV shows as she can sneak in time to watch.
You can find out more at P. Stormcrow's website.