Return to Wylderland with Bound Beauty! A war is about to begin between the forgotten people of Wylderland and the cruel might of Bitterhelm. Beings of prophecy and legend unite in the epic third chapter of the Wylder Tales Series, a slowburn gothic re-telling of Beauty and the Beast.
“I thought perchance you would like to go for a walk today.” Vynasha held her breath. “This coming from the prince who wouldn’t let me walk across my room alone?” She followed the stitched pattern of silver leaves on her new dress and purposely brushed against his hand. He stilled beneath her touch, and his piercing stare heated with the echo of desire once again. “It has been three days.” She leaned into his touch and savored the rush of his power coursing through their bond. Not too much, just enough to feed her starving body of the magick it craved. “Meaning you believe I’m strong enough?” Grendel looked away and began to lay out the layers over her bed. “Meaning I will be here to catch you if you should fall.” Balos stiffened slightly at the sight, then relaxed when she placed a hand against his back. I’m with you, she silently vowed.
Hidden within the shadows, Vynasha carefully reached for her magick. The day’s trials had weakened her, but Grandmother had taught her to pace herself, and with every moon her endurance grew. The flowers lining the door frame began to shed more violet petals as they gradually wilted. Balos stiffened slightly at the sight, then relaxed when she placed a hand against his back. I’m with you, she silently vowed.
“I am sorry for what happened to you,” she began, keeping her eyes on the leader, the beast with tusks who had offered a single, almost lucid thought. Vynasha ignored the prince’s muted groan as she released him and took her first step toward the cursed monsters, palms open before her. “Please, let me help?”
Still, she couldn’t deny how the persistent itch beneath her skin abated with him beside her, holding her hand. It shouldn’t have mattered. Truly, she hated how easily she gave in to these feelings. She could never tell him. Grendel had bound her life to his. Even if she were to leave, to beg the wylderfolk to take her back into their home, she would never be rid of him. And the longer she remained in the prince’s castle, the less she wanted to be free.
While I aim for crafting my ongoing revision of Bound Beauty, I thought it might be fun to share a series of ficlets out-of-order scenes. I've been collecting these to keep the lore of this series fresh in my head, and uncovered a few gems along the way. Be forewarned, these may contain minor spoilers for the series. But if you enjoy your fantasy in smaller doses, this may be perfect for you. Happy reading, fellow wylderoflk...
Craving Beauty art by Magdalena (Bubug) and the scene that inspired it!
While I aim for crafting my ongoing revision of Bound Beauty, I thought it might be fun to share a series of ficlets out-of-order scenes. I've been collecting these to keep the lore of this series fresh in my head, and uncovered a few gems along the way. Be forewarned, these may contain minor spoilers for the series. But if you enjoy your fantasy in smaller doses, this may be perfect for you. Happy reading, fellow wylderoflk...
When I started publishing, I focused on blogging more than sending newsletters, social media, or even ads. Since having my second kid and moving into a new home, it's been more difficult to make time for blogging on top of work and writing. But with the new year I'm back again, hoping to dive back fully into my first online social love. Meanwhile, enjoy a peek into (and maybe even pre-order...) Bound Beauty today. Please keep in mind, this teaser will be most appreciated if you've read Craving and Scarred (or don't mind spoilers). Now that you've been duly warned, let's return to Wylderland...
Now Available through KDP! Grab Your Copy Today! Behind the Scenes I had a surreal moment recently when my sister-in-law reached out to share that her mother was reading the 2012 edition of Silver Hollow. Besides the usual embarrassment I feel when someone reads my older work, I was surprised to learn her mom was in... Continue Reading →
