New Release | Grave-Reaping Hermit by Everlyn C Thompson #uf #urbanfantasy #newrelease #bookboost
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New Release | Grave-Reaping Hermit by Everlyn C Thompson #uf #urbanfantasy #newrelease #bookboost



Title Grave-Reaping Hermit


Author Everlyn C Thompson


Genre Urban Fantasy


Publisher The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb


When self-professed hermit Theodora Edwards is attacked by a dark fae and infected with his magic, she finds herself thrust into the supernatural spotlight as the first possible changeling in centuries. As if surviving the transition isn’t hard enough, Theo has to deal with an attempted abduction by her newly turned vampire ex-husband, unwanted courting offers from salacious fae suitors, and her growing attraction to the guardian of the gate to Fairie. Caught in a cruel tug of war between the queen of the fae and a surly law-enforcement agent, Theo must find a way to free herself before she loses her hard-earned independence for good.


Excerpt


I opened my eyes, slightly surprised I was still in my own bed. Farranen looked down at me, his eyes a storm of dark green that I could see even in the near-darkness. His thumb gently stroked my neck while his fingers had slid deeper into my hair, not gripping or pulling, just resting, like they belonged there.


“What are you doing?” I whispered.


I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer. Whatever he was doing felt good. Too good. I didn’t want him to stop and that scared me. I didn’t like giving someone else control over my happiness.


Little zings of sensation continued to radiate from where he touched me.


“Your magic calls to me.” Part of his stony expression dropped, and I could see astonishment and maybe a little fear. “You’ve started the change.”


“No.” Apprehension crept into my awareness, pushing aside some of the warm fuzzy feelings.


“The magic is in you.” It would have sounded hokey if he hadn’t been so sincere. I’d have to remember that line the next time I was writing.


“No, it’s not.” Great, Theo, argue with a fae who was probably an expert on magic. Real productive.


His smile was hesitant and, for some reason, helped to calm my rising panic. “The magic is there. It senses my magic and responds. Do you not feel it too?”


I nodded, not quite ready to give his theory verbal affirmation.


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Author Biography


Born and raised on the beautiful Canadian prairies, Everlyn prefers to spend her time outdoors with her family kayaking, skating, fishing, and hunting. She loves reading and writing about vampires, witches, fae and zombies that get to find their own version of happily ever after.


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