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When the broad shoulders and massive body of Kin emerged from the trees, my heart sped up.   Not because he was gorgeous, he was, but because I didn’t decide till right then that maybe I’d chosen wrong.  Just maybe he was the darkest villain in this pact and I was inviting danger to stay in my back pocket and live there too much.  He used his looks, his strength, his charm, his status in every way possible to get what he wanted.  And at the moment it wasn’t hard to see what or who his current target was.

“Grace!” he said slowly and as smooth as the wicked, jaded devil blue silk shirt he wore like the Kin of the past at prom and every dance held where I always refused him.  My body jumped at hearing the sound of his voice pulling me from my panic of hysteria.  Submitting to the present evil was warm and welcoming when I considered the greater evil who lurked back at the winter court.

“Kin.”  My guard was up and at the ready like someone poked a needle in my back.

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img_6291Do the Fey exist? In Grace’s world they do, but she doesn’t know it yet. Her life long friend, Ian, may want more than…just friends. Follow Grace and Ian into the world of the Seelie and Unseelie Courts where she finds that prophecies may choose your destiny but that was before a half human girl come to the throne. Interpretation is half the battle.

Fey Court Trilogy-Fairy Tales really do come true.

Do the Fey exist? In Grace’s world they do, but she doesn’t know it yet. Her life long friend, Ian, may want more than…just friends. Follow Grace and Ian into the world of the Seelie and Unseelie Courts where she finds that prophecies may choose your destiny but that was before a half human girl come to the throne. Interpretation is half the battle.

Fey Court Trilogy-Fairy Tales really do come true.

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A guy’s smile can say a thousand words-Fey Court Trilogy

The difference is in each of their smiles.  Ian has that boyish sweet smile that says I’m dangerous, but good.  Pike’s smile says I’m all bad boy but I want to show you I can be good.  And Kin is all devil smile with a hint of secret ambition behind every lip curve.  Jane Austen doesn’t know everything!

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Destiny Quotes-Fey Court Trilogy

Sometimes one’s destiny is intertwined with another’s so much that you cannot change it no matter what you do.img_6291-4

Fey Court Trilogy Series Teaser-Enjoy! Some choices cannot be undone.

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We stood saying goodbye to friends when the busboy pushed Ian from the back.  “Excuse me!” he told Ian rather rudely turning his deep dark eyes in my direction.  It was Christian from school.  I could’ve have sworn Christian winked at Ian.  Being the second time to hear him speak, his voice seemed dark, deeper than before.  Deeper than I first thought.  The kind that belonged to boys you didn’t get involved with because they were bad news. Christian simply said, “Incoming.”

Ian waved at the door towards hurrying us to the parking lot.  I glanced in time to see Kin coming our way with some guy being choked under his arm and ducking my head to ask about Christian at the same time, “Did that Christian guy from school say something to you?”

“No, why?” Another glance told me Kin had knocked the guy to the ground and shoved him aside. A boy from school who he taunted for the last year about doing his homework for Kin. A bully once, a bully always. The guy didn’t know how to accept “no” from anyone.

“Nothing, I just noticed he winked at you. And since you are a guy, I considered it odd.”

“He owed me a favor,” he shrugged putting one hand in his Levis and one on my back. My back cinched feeling the heat of his hand through the thin shirt and jacket all the same. A look back gave me my answer. Christian was blocking Kin off.

“Was he paying you back?” I didn’t know they really knew each other. Guess they were both bike “dudes” as Caylie would put it, but wouldn’t have thought friends.

“He is and we are not.”

My confusion didn’t add up“Not what?” And it sounded like he just answered my thoughts. The way his face perked, reacted said as much. The sound of his tone made me think. “Er…never mind.”

“Out the door now!”  Ian was distracted once more watching the front door, inside the restaurant, and outside all at one time. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he had it down to an art. Though never catching him doing the kind of magical mishaps I was prone to, he had a few unexplainable incidents himself. I had to remind myself that Ian was a dark and dangerous guy whether I knew him well or not. He had his secrets. But I was tired of safe. Tired of hiding. Tired of holding back. He knew my hangups and hasn’t run yet. It was time he came clean with his own. I wanted the truth. “Did you have some type of sense of knowing when trouble is coming?”

He laughed. “If it were so, I’d have predicted you.” He didn’t explain even with my prodding.

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fey court promo “Why do you irritate me intentionally?  And please stop following me halfway down the interstate if you hate me!”

Kin’s wicked smile, almost wolfish in appearance, spread across his face like he was so glad I asked.  He darted eyes to Ian now standing in the standard male-versus-male stance.  “Your boyfriend here could tell you a few things if he’d talk.  Having trouble with that still, tree boy?”  He gestured to Ian.

Tears spring up out of my eyes.  My throat closed up.  “His name is IAN!  Say it.  Not too hard for your pea brain!”

“No pea-sized anything coming from here, babe!”  He flexed his hugeness in front of me assuming I would be impressed with the whole package.  “You will be mine, Grace.  One way or another.”

Contradicting idiot!

I hated the reference to Ian and the word boyfriend in one sentence, but was accustomed to it since everyone saw us together all the time.  I wondered sometimes if that’s the real reason Caylie had distanced herself from the two of us.  I wasn’t dumb.  Ignoring the “boyfriend” comment I told him the same words from earlier through gritted teeth very slowly, “Buzz off!”

He huffed and stomped out the revolving Rec Center doors with a finger to his temple aimed my direction.  “You have two days tree boy.  After that, she’s mine.”

He mumbled loud enough for me to hear, “Parting is such sweet sorrow.  Soon!”  He turned and said cruelly, “Very soon, Queen of the Damned.”

 “Corrosively rude!” I shouted.   If you swallow evil words left unsaid, one only harms his stomach.  Sir Winston Churchill. I tried to practice this regularly, but Kin was such pure evil.  And I never said aloud my profound wisdom-like advice.  Who’d liste?  Not those who need it..  Add this to my five-alarm fire list of the ten worst days of my life.

Behind me the thin, not much bigger than a matchstick lady, Gladys was showing a flashy curved O with her dentures half hanging out.  I recomposed myself enough to tell the ladies I would make sure Ian got me home safe and they could go.  They all hugged and left with arms waving to and fro in a hissy with the night’s events.  I caught the tail end of Gladys saying, “…when I get my hands on him, I’ll…” and she disappeared halfway out the door.  Her friend Helga nodded and responded to Gladys, “She should hook up with the cute one who comes with her.  He’s a dreamboat.”

She just called Ian a dreamboat. I stood there watching the door, not wanting to face Ian with all my failure to hold myself together.  Ian always seemed to me as if he was older in years than he really was.  He was proactive and made it look easy to solve anything.

“Just ignore him.  He’s just trying to get to you.”  Ian turned me around with a swift, but gentle tug on my arm.  I’d been standing so stiff I nearly tumbled into him when he pulled.  Like playing the game “Trust” when we were in third grade.

“Sorry!”  I said as I stepped on his foot.  He just smiled.  I silently asked if he would please not smile like that for I can’t focus when he does.  He dropped the smile.  Hey!

“I’m okay.  Years of practice.  I’ll just never understand his obsession with me. What happens in two days?”

Ian didn’t comment or answer the question.  He picked up my things on the table, placed them neatly in my bag, and gestured for me to go.  I watched him do all this and then follow out the door.

The rest of the Rec workers followed behind.  After the in house library ladies felt the need to give me their enchanting motherly pep talks to stay away from the one person I tried very hard to stay away from, I thanked them and proceeded to the outer doors.

Through the final front door I reminded Ian, “Saved again, I know!”  Not the least bit upset by him doing it, I tried to sound annoyed by waving my hand up flat in the air towards him.

“Do you not want to be saved?”

I turned too fast not realizing how close he was following and ran into him.  “Sorry!  No!  Yes!  I mean—“

”Yes!” he stepped back.  Dropping my shoulders at not hiding my emotions better, I was too obvious lately. Well, actually I was really good at hiding them from everyone else except Ian. He tipped my chin as a slow grin crept across his face. I gasped at the touch, but stopped it midway biting my bottom lip.  “Yes, you want to be saved?” he tipped my head up and down slowly watching my lips.  “No, you don’t? Which one?”  His hand stayed there tipping my head side to side.

This isn’t how best friends act.  He is just teasing me because he’s figured out my heart drops to my stomach every time he’s present.  And he touched me. I did the one thing I felt hid my feelings well, I rolled my eyes, shrugged my shoulders, and told a lie. “Yes, I like that you save me from Kin.  But no, I shouldn’t always need to be saved.  I can take care of myself.”

“Can you?” he simply said.

Anger rose in me, “Yes!  Patronizing me doesn’t win me over either.  I could have handled him without you.”

He wanted to argue the point, but it wouldn’t help matters.  He knew this about me.  He shrugged, “You’re right.  You’re stronger than I give credit.  I was just trying to protect you.  Am I…winning you over?”