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Enchanted: The Fairy Revels Collection

9 Faerie Romance & Fantasy Fairy Tales; Urban Fantasy, YA Fairies, Fractured Fairy Tales, Sweet Fae Romance, and Paranormal Boxed Set

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One spellbound night, nine award-winning and Amazon best-selling authors joined together to bring you an enchanting collection of tales featuring our favorite otherworldly creatures, fairies. Enchanted: The Fairy Revels Collection will seduce you into the wondrous world of the fae with magic, romance, fantasy, adventure, fairy tales, and folklore. Get ready to be beguiled by a unique boxed set with fractured fairy tales, contemporary romance, paranormal romance, sci-fi adventure, and more. This captivating collection is certain to please anyone who loves magical realism and fairy stories.

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Our Books & Authors

 

THE BEE CHARMER by Poppy Lawless

Rayne moved to Chancellor on a mission to help Alice find true love. That is, after all, his job as her fairy godfather. What Rayne didn’t expect was to find a love of his own. All Viola wants is to pursue her dream of becoming a perfumer. She doesn’t have time to fall in love. Viola and Rayne will soon find that when your heart makes a wish, even impossible dreams can come true.

 

I DO BELIEVE IN FAERIES by Erin Hayes

Even though she grew up in a family of witches, Abby is normal. When faeries offer her a wish, she wishes for magick of her own, without realizing the consequences. Now she has to travel to the land of faeries to save her friend’s baby and undo the wish, even if it means losing her magick forever.

 

WOE FOR A FAERIE by B. Brumley

When I chose retribution, it got me got kicked out of the spiritual realm and banished to mortality. Now I’ve got to choose between Jason, the priest who’s hiding something, and Arún, the handsome off-world Fae that believes I’m his prophesied queen… But first, I’ve got to survive New York City.

 

FLIGHTLESS by Margo Bond Collins

Josh Bevington doesn’t know how to survive living in Fairy, Texas without his wings; Laney Harris doesn’t know how to survive without Josh. When Laney’s biological father shows up in Fairy, determined to steal his daughter’s newfound powers, Josh and Laney will have to overcome work together—or risk losing everything they care about.

 

ROSE PETAL GRAVES by Olivia Wildenstein

I thought losing my mother would be the greatest shock of my life, but the real surprise came after her death. Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient graves in our backyard, which happens to be the town cemetery. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals.

 

FAIRLY NORMAL by Carrie L. Wells

Violet Abernathy has spent more than 20 years in the human realm, but this is the year that everything changes. Potentially her last stint among the humans, her “senior” year in high school teaches her more than she ever guessed it would about friendship, love, and support. Maybe what they say is true, change is the only thing that ever stays the same.

 

FAE CAME ON THE PLANE! by Elizabeth Watasin

At Jifk Spaceport, something every creature and person feared came in on a plane: faeries. When the spaceport goes down, it’s any survivor of the fae incursion on her or his own, and Nico’s not going to let Darqueworld’s most feared boogeymen, the faerie kind, stop her from getting to her lover’s arrival gate.

 

THE FAE AND THE FARMGIRL by Pauline Creeden

A Fae princess in jeans and paddock shoes–could any of this be real? Daisy Adams was an orphan raised on her uncle’s farm, but a tractor accident suddenly forces her uncle to reveal the lie she’s been living. Her mother’s still alive and she’s a queen of the Fae… and to make matters worse, Daisy is hunted and the center of a war that is just beginning.

 

THE FAIRY BARGAIN by Blaire Edens

When FayeLynn Roberts finds herself pregnant by Drake, The Folk’s most dangerous man, she relies on Alvin Fairchild, the exiled prince of The Folk to carry her back to The Realm in order to save her child. Alvin wants to protect the child and save The Realm, but can the two of them band together and defeat Drake without losing their hearts?

 

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Interview with B. Brumley

 

Tell us about the faerie or faeries in your book.

Arún is my pale, pointy-eared Fae hunk. Thanks to a prophecy from his home realm, he’s been waiting for my fallen angel, Woe, to show up in New York City. The winged warrior makes a habit of saving Woe from danger, but she can’t decide whether she likes him or not.

 

What inspired your book?

Noir. The classic noir movies. The movies themselves were black and white, but every decision was a gray. I wanted to write a broken heroine. I think she more accurately reflects reality. After that, it became a City of Angels meets The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I loved both of those concepts.

 

Who would you cast for the main characters in your book?

She’s almost too baby-faced, but I loved Hailee Steinfeld in True Grit. I think she’d be great in stand-offs with Father Jason and when she tells Arún what she thinks. She has just the right amount of vulnerability and spunk to play Woe, my fallen angel.

Chris Hemsworth would make a fantastic Arún. He’d have to bleach his hair white and wear contacts that make his eyes silver, but I think he could pull off the pointed ears. And he’d for sure be able to pull off the line, “Shirtless in Central Park like he owned the place.”

As far as Jason, the priest in my story, I’d probably pick a bearded Gerard Butler. He’s such a versatile actor. I mean anybody that can be King Leonidas can do my team-leader-priest, right?

 

Excerpt from The Bee Charmer by Poppy Lawless

 

The sound of the honey bees buzzing all around me was sweeter than any Vivaldi concerto I’d ever heard. I sat lotus style in the apple orchard, inhaling the sweet scent of the apple blossoms. My eyes closed, I could feel the white petals falling on me as a soft wind sent them spiraling. The warm spring sunlight shone down on my face. It must have been almost noon. The rays of sun felt warm on my skin. I listened to the bees hum as they danced from flower to flower. Perfection. I inhaled deeply, and with each exhale, set my enchantments on the wind:

Bring a love for Alice.

Now is the time.

Bring a love for Alice.

One that’s finer than wine.

Wine? Not a very good enchantment, and not a very good rhyme. No wonder Alice was no closer to meeting the man of her dreams than she’d been the day I met her three years ago when I’d gotten my assignment.

Wine…of course it would be wine. Ever since I’d set eyes on Viola Hunter, the dark-haired wine heiress who just happened to be the sister of my best friend, I’d been distracted. I imagined her skipping nymph-like through the apple orchard under the spring sun. Imaging, however, was as far as I’d ever taken anything. Viola Hunter, whose family’s vineyard sided my small country farmhouse, had already friend-zoned me. There was little use pining over a woman who just wasn’t into me. After all, Alice was supposed to be my focus. I needed to shake Viola from my thoughts. Poor Alice. I was doing my best, but she still wasn’t where she was supposed to be. I needed to try harder.

I shut out all thoughts of Viola Hunter and set my mind on Alice once more. I tuned into the sounds of nature: the humming of the bees, the rustling of the new leaves, and the feel of the warm sunlight on my skin. This time, I lifted the willow wand sitting in my lap and gave it a wave as I intoned:

Over hill, over dale,

Through brush, through brier,

Over park, over pale,

Through flood, through fire

Bring Alice her love!

This time when I said the enchantment, I could feel the magic. A little sound, like the chiming of a hundred small bells, told me that the spell had worked. I could almost see my words glimmering like gold on the wind, twisting and turning upward toward the sky in search of the one who would bring Alice’s heart joy.

I opened my eyes and looked down at the wand. For a moment, I wished I could just give it a wave and have everything I wanted. But that wasn’t how this worked. Whatever I wanted, I was going to have to work for it. Good thing I didn’t need much. But the moment I thought it, Viola came to mind once more.

My phone, lying in the grass beside me, buzzed. I picked it up to see I’d received a text from Alice. So soon? When I opened the message, however, I was perplexed.

Crisis, she’d written.

What’s wrong? I answered back.

Dumped again. Bring chocolate.

I sighed heavily. When Alice started dating Tom, Chancellor’s local sheriff, I knew it wasn’t meant to be. He wasn’t a bad guy, but they were completely wrong for one another. And I also knew that uniting Alice with her true love meant that Tom would have to go away. But that fast? Wow, maybe I was getting better at this than I thought. Or maybe, it was just time.

On my way into town now. I replied.

There was no answer. It was the midday lunch rush at Alice’s bagel shop. No doubt that would keep her busy, her mind occupied. I frowned. Also, it was the worst time of day to get dumped.

“Time to get to work,” I told the bees. They stopped their tasks then and swarmed, making a passing spiral around me, from my feet to my head. I could sense their questions, their excitement.

“Help me?” I asked. “Help me find the one for Alice?”

With an excited buzz, they flew off happily. I had no doubt they’d do everything they could.

“Thank you,” I called behind them then headed out of the orchard.

My old pick-up sat waiting near the barn. Shielding my eyes with my hand, I gazed across the horizon at the row after row of vines owned by Viola’s family’s business, Blushing Grape Vineyards. I could just make out the roof of the Hunter family’s elaborate mansion sitting along the shore of Lake Erie. So close, but so far away. I sighed and looked out at the lake; the waves were dark blue that morning. The wind blowing off the lake was still cold, even though it was April, but I could feel the earth coming back to life. Spring had come again.

I picked up the cases of honey I’d packed up earlier that day and set them in the back of my truck. Sliding into the driver’s seat, I glanced once more at the Hunter family mansion. Where was Viola today? Working at the estate? Was she busy at the family restaurant downtown? Or was she over at the college where she’d started taking classes once more? The image of her laughing and running through the orchard played through my mind once more.

Alice. I needed to focus on Alice.

I lifted my phone again. Still no reply from Alice.

“Sorry, Alice. I’ll try to do better. Looks like you’re stuck with the worst fairy godfather ever.”

 

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Excerpt from The Fairy Bargain by Blaire Edens

 

The next morning, drawn by the rich aroma of coffee, Alvin walked into the Butterfly Café and pulled two wrinkled one-dollar bills from his front pocket. Not counting the three quarters clinking against each other in the pocket of his jacket, it was the only money he had left.

He wasn’t likely to earn more today. If the dark gray clouds weren’t enough of a clue, his well-tuned senses told him it was going to rain buckets. He was the only one in the usually crowded café. The tourists must have seen the weather report and decided to sleep late. He would’ve liked to have done the same, but hard dirt didn’t lend itself to a rainy day snooze. Just as he opened the door of the shop, he heard the first rumble of thunder and felt the crack of lightning move through him.

Stormy weather intensified his abilities and made it very difficult for him to concentrate on reality. Maybe a jolt of caffeine would clear his mind, shake loose the sleep-deprivation cobwebs, and allow him to figure out a way to make enough money for lunch.

It was foolish to waste his cash on expensive coffee when he could’ve headed two blocks south and gotten a free cup from the soup kitchen but something in the café was drawing him like an iron filing to a magnet.

As soon as he saw her, he knew.

It wasn’t the coffee, it was her. She was drawing him closer.

He’d never seen her before and yet there was something familiar about her.

Even though the girl behind the counter looked exhausted, she was beautiful. Delicate and petite, she moved with grace. It was deeper than attraction and he wasn’t used to the feeling. The son of a Prince, he’d been spoiled. In his father’s house, he’d always had beautiful women at his disposal, but he’d never seen one who looked like her.

Her beauty transcended the physical. That was unusual for a human. As a rule, they were quite shallow and self-absorbed.

Like I haven’t been accused of the same thing.

She reminded him of a tiny songbird, and if he hadn’t known better, he would’ve thought she was…

That’s crazy. It’s been too long since you’ve had a decent sleep.

She’d been crying. A lot. Her eyes were bloodshot and ringed in purple, evidence that she wasn’t sleeping well. Her strawberry blond hair was twisted into a loose ponytail and her clothes were rumpled. She was worried. Really worried. The vibrations of her emotions radiated out in waves and washed over him, jamming all his circuits.

He needed a dose of caffeine more than ever. “Hey,” he said, leaning against the gleaming stainless counter. “How much is a cup of Breakfast Blend?” Until the past few weeks, he’d never had to worry about the cost of anything. He simply snapped his fingers and the item appeared, regardless of the cost.

Now, things were different.

She looked him over, her amber eyes were hawk-like. There was sadness there, deep despair she was trying desperately to hide. “How much can you afford?”

“I have two bucks.” He handed her the bills. When she reached out to take them, their fingers touched. Her worries slammed into him with the force of a semi. He felt her sadness and despair so acutely, it could have been his own. She jumped backwards at the touch, nearly losing her footing on the black and white tile.

“But I’m happy to barter,” he said, curious. “In exchange for a cup of coffee, I can tell your fortune.” He crossed his fingers hoping she’d agree. Not only did he want to know more about her, he sensed that she was in trouble.

She smoothed her apron and tucked one loose curl behind her ear and sighed. “I’m not sure I want to know.”

“It might help you make better decisions.”

She looked at him shrewdly, sizing him up, trying to measure his intentions. After a long pause, she exhaled and stepped back. He must have passed the test. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why the hell not?” She pushed the money back toward him and grabbed a mug from underneath the counter. “I’m FayeLynn. Pick a table and I’ll join you.”

“Alvin and thanks for the joe.”

Her smile was radiant and it lit every corner of the room, even on such a gray day, even when something was really bothering her. “I hope you have the winning lottery numbers.”

He chose a two-topper near the window. It was just past seven and there was no foot traffic on the sidewalk. When she slid into the chair across from him with a mug of her own, he asked, “You won’t get in trouble for sitting on the clock, will you?”

“Nope. I’ve taken care of all my side work. I doubt we’ll have any takers until later anyway.” She took a sip of her coffee, and he watched the steam float up from the surface and over her face. In the mist, she looked even more like…

Cut it out, Alvin. She’s an ordinary waitress. Tell her fortune, drink the coffee and be on your way.

Except it wasn’t that easy. “Can I ask you a very personal question?”

Without any hesitation, she nodded.

“Has anyone ever told you that you might be…” His voice trailed off into a whisper before he lost his courage. He noticed the blush that spread across her face and wondered how many secrets she held.  “Never mind. Are you ready to get started?”

“Do you need my birthday or anything?”

“No. Just close your eyes and try to relax. I’m going to place two fingers on your pulse points.”

Her eyes widened at his touch. He was glad he wasn’t the only one to feel the rush of electricity that had surged between them earlier.

“I’m harmless,” he assured her. “Promise.”

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Blue-haired wife, mom, writer and photographer: I write in trees with peacock quills, so said she, really meaning a desk and chair like writers everywhere.

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