Genres: LGBTQ+, Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Publisher: Monster House Books
Publication Date: September 12, 2017
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About the Book
Dark Fae. Romance. Evil Plots. High school. Our heroines could be in for the greatest adventure ever.
If only they could decide whether to kill or kiss each other.
High school sophomore Syl Skye is an ordinary girl. At least, she’s trying to be. School photographer and all-around geek, she introverts hard and keeps her crush on sexy-hot glam-Goth alt-rock star Euphoria on the down-low. But when a freak accident Awakens her slumbering power, Syl is forced to accept a destiny she never wanted—as the last sleeper-princess of the fair Fae.
Suddenly hunted by the dark Fae, Syl’s pretty sure things can’t get any worse. Until she discovers her secret crush, Euphoria, is really a dark Circuit Fae able to harness the killing magic in technology. Even worse, she’s been sent to destroy Syl.
With mean girls and magic and dark Fae trying to kill her, it’ll take more than just “clap if you believe in fairies” to save Syl’s bacon—not to mention, her heart.
Perfect for readers of romance, urban fantasy, fairy stories and LGBT.
In this scene, the dark Fae princess-assassin Euphoria discovers that Syl, the girl she’s been crushing on is really the fair Fae sleeper-princess she’s come to murder.
Syl’s the seventh and last sleeper-princess. I can feel it in my bones, in my blood. But most of all, I feel it in my heart—the truth of her. Not to mention she can see through Glamouries and she can read my aura.
She’s the last sleeper-princess all right—sweet, innocent, pure. A beacon of white flame against the crushing darkness.
I am that darkness. And I should not be anywhere near her.
Famous last words, Roue. I couldn’t stay away from her if all of UnderHollow depended on it.
Come to think of it, it probably does.
But Agravaine’s plan is garbage. Infecting the previous six sleeper-princesses with Moribund, blowing their fuses and draining them of their life-forces, even their blood.
All that, and the hearthstone is no more healed than when we began.
Without it, my world is doomed.
It might be emo, but I fight with myself anyway as I head down the hall, away from Syl, dodging students and trying not to look back over my shoulder. I’m taking her to Homecoming. And on the heels of that, The exact opposite of staying away from her. Plus, it’s a bad idea for her to be at the Homecoming concert, in the audience, under Agravaine’s scrutiny.
But back there, looking into those stormy grey eyes, I was captivated. That spark that flares between her and me whenever we touch… It burns me too.
I couldn’t deny her anything.
Truth is, I’ve missed her. The way the long winter misses the summer.
Okay, that was definitely emo.
I go to my locker. Fiann tries to meet me halfway, but one look at my grim-dark glare, and she finds something else to occupy her attention. Good girl. I thumb open my locker. I never use the padlock. No one would dare put shaving cream all over my stuff.
All over her camera and everything. I just don’t get it. Dark Fae and fair Fae might want to kill one another, but we never stoop to such petty bullying. And while I like a lot of things about humans, the mean-girling is not one of them. I’m glad Syl’s not like that.
A pang of guilt seizes me. I didn’t realize keeping my distance would be so hard on her. Time passes differently for Faekind in UnderHollow. In the blink of my eye, a hundred years might pass in the mortal realm. I was trying to protect her. By hurting her? Good going, Roue.
Gah! I grab my trig book. I’m so torn. Stay away from her or keep her close?
It was only one day that we spent together. One day. Why do I feel so connected to her? And her to me?
Because one second, one minute, one day can change your life.
It changed mine.
And that’s what decides me. Right here and now, standing in a high school hallway, I decide. I failed to protect the six sleeper-princesses.
Now I vow to protect the seventh.
As much as I don’t want to admit she is the seventh, her words come thundering back. “I can see your aura.” I slam my locker overly hard. Why did it have to be her? Because you always fall for the wrong girl, Roue. In my heart, from the very beginning, I’ve known who she is—what she is.
The same way I know what I am. Her Huntress, her executioner.
No. Not this time.
This time, I’ll save her.
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About the Author
Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance–where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.
She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she’s clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.
She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.
GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.
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