It’s Promo Friday! A day to show the world what you’ve got and promote it!
Do you like f/f? Two girls falling in love in a fairy tale with each other instead of a prince?
I’ve got a couple such fairy tales coming out soon, courtesy of Nine Star Press.
The first is Fairest, my previous publication with Prizm Books, returning, reborn and polished up in Once Upon a Rainbow, a collection of LGBTQ+ fairytales.
Fairest is a combination of Sleeping Beauty, Snow White with a dash of Cinderella thrown in for good measure.
Here’s the latest blurb for Fairest…
All of my life, I’ve been haunted by her dark eyes. At birth, she cursed me to prick my finger on the spindle and sleep for a century. She appears in my dreams, my reflections, shaping my desires. Who is she? My guardian has only revealed a few enigmatic words as to her identity, the fairest of them all. Follow me into the lonely Forest of Tears where the dwarves dwell, walking where she once walked. Gaze into the depths of the magic mirror which reveals her secrets. For I refuse to fear her, even if I should.
Here’s an excerpt from its pages…
MY FIRST MEMORY was of her dark eyes. They captured all the colors of my infant universe, even as they threatened to swallow me.
Her eyes should have been terrifying, but they weren’t.
Her blood red lips moved, shaping words I could not recall.
My parents remembered them only too well, as did everyone else who’d gathered at the castle for my christening.
“I, too, have a gift for this child. She shall grow up, with all the beauty and promise of the dawn, but her sun will never rise.”
My mother told me she nearly swooned with terror at the look of sheer malevolence the witch gave to the sunbeams playing about my cradle. She wanted to stop the witch from speaking, as did my father.
No one could move, no matter how much they wished to. Everyone stood still, spellbound by the witch’s gaze.
“Before the sun sets on the eve of her sixteenth year, the princess shall prick her finger on a spindle. With the first drop of her blood, a sleeping curse will fall upon her, claiming her for a hundred years.”
My mother tried to call in another witch to remove the curse. My father burned every spindle he could find.
For all their efforts, nothing could remove the curse.
The witch had disappeared into a cloud of green smoke. No one could find her after my christening, despite many attempts. The only thing she left behind, besides her curse, were dreams of dark eyes.
I wondered if she’d been real. Her appearance was the sort of thing I’d heard about in old legends. The way she haunted my dreams was too much like giggled tales of falling in love.
Fairest and Once Upon a Rainbow are available at…
Nine Star Press: https://ninestarpress.com/product/once-upon-a-rainbow-volume-one/
My second f/f fantasy tale, At Her Service, will be making its grand debut in Once Upon a Rainbow 2 on January 18, 2017.
This time, it’s all Cinderella with a gender bending twist. 🙂
Here’s a blurb, telling you what it’s about…
Cinders would much rather fondle her mistress’s bony feet than go to a ball. Magic whisks her away, in spite of herself to a night of lights, dancing, and mystery where she discovers her true heart’s desire. For nothing is what it seems where enchantment, fairy godmothers, and princes are concerned.
Here’s an unedited excerpt…
“Those are the slippers I want.” Those were always the slippers my lady wanted. Sometimes she wore the most uncomfortable things, especially when she was about to attend a ball or party. It was as if she wanted herself to suffer. “Bring them to me.”
I bent over to fish her glass slipper out of the bits of scarf. Once I had it, I tried to extricate the other slipper as gently as I could from the tangled sleeves of another pair of gowns. When I had both slippers in hand, I walked over to my mistress’ chair.
“You know what to do.” She let her voice grow husky.
Of course. This little ritual of putting on her slippers had become second nature to me.
I’d kneel, right before my mistress’ feet. I didn’t dare look at her face, but I could stare at her ankles as long as I wished. They were bony, but the shape of the protruding bone was exquisite.
Every time I looked at it, I wanted to run my fingers over it.
The glass slipper was too small for her foot. I had to work her flesh into the shoe. It’s an art I’ve managed to perfect, over the years. Stroking the arch of her foot, I slide her toes into the slipper. The flesh shivers at my touch, so it wiggles its way into the shoe’s interior. Once it’s there, I tickle her heel, so it quivers its way into the back of the slipper.
It’s a service no other maid can provide. I’m the only one capable of getting those glass slippers on my mistress’ feet. It’s why she keeps me around, even though I’m a terrible servant.