Virtual Book Tour Dates: 8/12/14 – 8/19/14Genres: New Adult Paranormal Romance (Sweet)Tour Promo Price: $.99Blurb:When Ianthe began her career as a faery godmother, she stumbled so badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again. After a long suspension, she’s finally been given a chance to redeem herself…but everything on this latest assignment is going wrong.
But why?
Worse, she definitely doesn’t need an attractive mortal man distracting her from her duties. Of course, needs and wants are two different things.
Briak has had his eye on Ianthe for a very, very long time, but he’s been waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Despite the fact all hell’s about to break loose on his watch, he can’t resist the opportunity to insert himself into her earthly assignment. Can he convince Ianthe of her true calling and thereby win her heart? Or will his subterfuge ultimately cost him her love?
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Sunlight filtered into the office, tinkling musically as it bounced off a globe standing to the far side of the room. A lone dust mote floated through the air to fall onto the crystalline floorboards and as it hit, Ianthe Hypericum cringed when she heard it clack against the floor, like the tinny clap of an iron breakfast bell. Normally the sound didn’t bother her. Normally she found it lovely.
Not today.
Nervous sweat ran down Ianthe’s back as she awaited her latest assignment. Maybe the Faery Godmother High Council hadn’t changed their decision. Maybe Ms. Siabelle had called her in to revoke her wand for good.
Why wouldn’t she? After all, so many of her recent assignments had ended in disaster. The High Council frowned upon her performance even before Snow White’s daughter had run off with that traveling band of thieves. Ianthe still couldn’t quite figure out how it had happened. She’d spent nearly fourteen hundred years on probation for it. How it hadn’t driven her crazy enough to join those in the dark side of the groves, she had no idea. It’d been a close call.
Some faery godmother she’d turned out to be! She didn’t want to think what might happen if she blew another assignment. They’d turn her out, maybe send her to the shoemaker’s shop as punishment, and she didn’t want that. Everyone knew the shoemaker’s shop was a dungeon compared to the human world.
What a disgrace for her family, if the council banished her there! They were having a hard enough time, socially, dealing with her failure with the Snow White family. Banishment would undo them. She had to succeed at this assignment, she just had to!
The door opened and an older woman, wearing a gray Armani suit, stepped through.
Ianthe stood and curtseyed, her lilac taffeta skirt rustling. “Good morning, Ms. Siabelle.”
The old woman pushed her glasses up her pert nose with a thick finger. “Ah, Ianthe. I see you’re on time, for once.” She scuttled around the huge oak desk like an overweight crab.
Ianthe folded her hands in her lap, twisting her fingers as she waited for her boss to settle down.
“I trust all is well.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said. “The Smith-Weiss affair’s all cleaned up.”
“They’re happy, then?” Ms. Siabelle asked.
Ianthe bit her lip. Hard. No, she wouldn’t say the couple was happy. Not unless the faery godparent council had changed its definition of single parent households. Still, she made her report on her latest assignment. “The couple is—April is…Chuck will be—” She blew out a deep breath. “They’ll get there. Plenty of babies grow up without their fathers. It’s for the best.”
“Is it?”
“April Smith and Charles Weiss weren’t made for each other, no matter how much we wish it.” She frowned at the old faery godmother. “You knew there were problems going into that assignment.”
Ms. Siabelle remained quiet in the face of Ianthe’s accusation. She twitched the platinum chain on her glasses and turned her attention to her computer. “Yes, well, that isn’t the issue today.” Adjusting her glasses to her liking, she turned her head, gaze softening as she peered at Ianthe.
Ianthe could feel a million tiny lightning bolts trying to find their way into her heart. She could barely breathe under the elderly overseer’s gaze and she begged the faery gods to be on her side, just this once.
Ms. Siabelle cleared her throat.
Here it came. Ianthe tried not to cringe.
“The Faery Godparent High Council has decided to give you another chance, child.”
She blinked. “Say that again?” Unbelievable!
“I said we’ve decided in your favor.” Ms. Siabelle turned in her chair, and standing, crossed the room to a tall filing cabinet. Batting away a stray sunbeam, she wrapped old fingers around the silver handle gracing the top drawer, tugged it open, and drew a finger in the air above the files. They flipped by themselves, one after another, as if she pulled them. But she held her finger too high. “If the couple can’t make a go of it even after what you’ve done, it’s not your fault.”
“I did try.”
“I told the council so. Ah, here we are.” She stepped back as one file slid free. It spun in the air before her a moment, then Ms. Siabelle reached out and took hold of the thin folder. Ianthe wrung her hands as Ms. Siabelle sat back down and began to read. “Hmm… It says here that you’re to be assigned to a young man.” Her brow rose. “And his soon-to-be ex-wife.”
Ianthe sat up straighter. A divorce? Oh, no. More battles over the children. She found being saddled with the choice of which parent would be best heartbreaking. “Surely you must be mistaken. Isn’t there some forlorn lover I can look after instead?” This guy was probably as ugly as the frog prince, while the wife, well… she’d met some doozies!
“No, the assignment is quite clear. You’re to assist Randall and Mallory Davies.” Ms. Siabelle shut the gleaming folder and folded her hands atop it. “According to their files, it’s a clear case. Randall’s not sure he wants the divorce and Mallory—well, I don’t see why she couldn’t be persuaded to drop the case. Should be a piece of cake, as they say down there.”
She’d said that about Snow White’s daughter, but Ianthe thought better of reminding her. “I’m not sure.”
“Are you saying you don’t want the assignment, my dear? I thought you hoped for a chance to get your wand and title back.” Her nose twitched. “And everything else that goes with it. Coaches and ball gowns and such.”
All of which had gone out of style with the age of classic faery tales. Right now, Ianthe didn’t feel like contradicting her. “I do, ma’am. It’s just that—”
“Good. I’ll see the paperwork’s sent through; meanwhile—” She wiggled her finger over the file and it rose from the desktop, floating like a bird into Ianthe’s less than eager hands. “Why don’t you get started?” She shook her head sadly. “Seems Randall and Mallory are in dire need of a happy ending, as you’ll see.”
Ianthe sighed. The pages flipped open before her, and she took in the photographs. Randall, his employees. One stood out: a man with a handsome angular face, tousled brown hair, and deep, coffee-colored eyes.
She leaned forward to study the picture, wondering who he was. Too handsome to ignore, she thought. Was he the reason for the couple’s troubles? She could see that being the case.
Maybe this assignment wasn’t going to be so bad, after all.
She shoved the file into her oversized purse and exited the office to take to the hall, a renewed confidence in her gait. She could do this. Surely, she would finally live down that fiasco of an assignment with Snow White’s daughter. Maybe it would even garner her a promotion. Full Godmotherhood!
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About the Author:
Juli D. Revezzo is a Florida girl, with a love of fantasy, science fiction, and Arthurian legend, so much so she gained a B.A. in English and American Literature. She loves writing stories with fantastical elements whether it be a full-on fantasy, or a story set in this world-slightly askew. She has been published in short form in Eternal Haunted Summer, Dark Things II: Cat Crimes (a charity anthology for cat related charities), Luna Station Quarterly, Potnia, By Blood, Bone, and Blade (forthcoming charity anthologies by Biblioteca Alexandrina); Crossing the River, An Anthology in Honor of Sacred Journeys; The Scribing Ibis: An Anthology of Pagan Fiction in Honor of Thoth, and Twisted Dreams Magazine. She’s the author of The Antique Magic series and the Paranormal Romance Harshad Wars series.
She is a member of the Independent Author Network and the Magic Appreciation Tour. Come learn more about her at http://julidrevezzo.com
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Fresh Spin on an Auld Tale
by Juli D. Revezzo
Authors have looked to the past for inspiration forever. Plato looked to his own past to create the myth of Atlantis. So is it any wonder, then, that modern authors may rewrite, and rewrite again, and revisit ad nauseam, tales and myths to build their own stories?
Myths and legends inform many works of modern media, from books like Twilight’s hints at Beauty and the Beast to blatant re-imaginings in recent movies such as Snow White and The Huntsman, Maleficent, and more.
For as much as I’ve loved such stories, they always make me a bit uncomfortable. Where is the original spark in the writer if he just sits down to tell an old story? I mean you’re basically just taking a well-known story andregurgitating—I mean reciting it for a new audience. I always thought, after a while, that gets boring. But then I remembered Joseph Campbell, who said that there are no new stories. All are just retellings of the ancient myths. We’ve just turned gods and goddesses into fairy queens, fairy godmothers—and indeed even Jedis. :)
So it was both easy for me to write my own faery tale-based novel, CHANGELING’S CROWN, and incredibly hard! Snow White, Cinderella, Red Riding Hood, they’ve all been stars down through the ages.
What new angle was there to add to their tales? So I looked a little deeper into their tales and casts. And there I alighted on the faery godmothers. You know them well: the motherly figures that flit in when the heroine princess needs her most, to preserve her beauty, or to find just the right dress and coach to get the princess to the ball on time?
I began to wonder, where did these benevolent figures come from? How did they know to do what they do? And you know what I found? Not too many of the myths and stories actually covered that question! Here was a story untold, I thought, and with a little bit of wishing dust, I caught the attention of one faery godmother in training. I even conned—er, managed—to get her to tell me her story. And wow. Seems being an official faery godmother is a lot harder than I thought! J Therein was an interesting story, filled with intrigue, romance, and a dash of humor. Would you like to know a little more about it?I hope you enjoy it. If you’d like to check it out, CHANGELING’S CROWN is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords and in paperback from Createspace.
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