And so it begins . . .
I’ll be doing mini-posts like this Mon-Fri (this week and next) to announce the stops. One lucky person who comments (at the blog tour posts, not here) will win a free ebook subscription. So, 10 stops, 10 winners. 🙂
Our sixth stop on the trip will be at Shana Norris‘s place where you’ll get to meet the characters and see what’s coming next (book-wise).
She had a fairy godmother—a plump woman with silvery hair pinned up in curls, sharp eyes, a red nose, and what looked like a massive cold. Did the faerie queen really wish to be rid of her much that she hadn’t even given the fairy godmother time to get better? And what was this about the contract creating a magical bond between them? Breena didn’t like the idea of the fairy godmother being able to find her no matter where she went. That would put a damper on her plan to escape.
Breena plopped onto her bed, scowling at the crimson silk coverlet. When she was younger, she’d imagined her bed was a rose. A beautiful red rose she could curl up in every night. But now, her bed looked more like a bloodstain. A drop of her heart’s blood for every day she’d spent with the faeries.
Trying to shake herself from her morbid thoughts, she rolled onto her back and stared up at the curtains hanging over her bed. They were heavy blue velvet with bits of crystal sewn into them like stars. She used to love pulling them closed after she’d trapped a few wisps inside and imagine she was caught up in the sky. She bit her lip and swatted at the curtains. She couldn’t fly, and never would.
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