We are pretty sure that Collector’s Edition of Small Magics from Subterranean will include the entirety of Curran POV for those who want to own it in print. We considering an audio edition. If we go that route, any voice recommendations for Curran?
Also, I am contractually obligated to promote this so, hang on.
From Kayleigh at Avon:
I’m pleased to share that one of your titles is a KissClub Book of the Month! If you could, could you please schedule some promo from your social media accounts?
For Facebook and Instagram:
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Behold, I promoed and all was well. 😛
A little snippet for you to bribe you through sitting for the promo.
A red-haired vampire rose from the raider table and wove his way toward her. He was short by vampire standards, just under six feet, and his armor didn’t fit right, bulging too much in the waist and drooping off the shoulder. A large dark grey patch cut across his chest, the dull, rough texture in contrast to the smooth obsidian surface. A spot where nanothreads had lost integrity. Ten to one, he had taken the armor from a dead man and didn’t know how to repair it properly. The repair window after the armor had been compromised was short. If time ran out, the nanothreads lost their elasticity and ability to connect. He might as well have duct taped a hunk of plastic to his chest.
The vampire halted by her table. “Don’t see many humans on Karhari. You’re my first.”
Maud drank her mint tea.
The vampire grinned, showing off his fangs. A universal vampire come on. Look at my teeth, baby. Take it all in.
“I’ve seen bigger.”
The grin vanished. The vampire leaned forward, about to say something he would regret.
“Move on,” she told him.
A bigger shape loomed behind the raider. A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, a huge breach of etiquette. The raider spun around and took a step back, bumping into the table.
A much larger vampire stepped closer to the raider. His syn-armor swallowed the light, good enough to pass at any vampire House. A wealth of dark hair fell to his shoulders. One of his eyes was missing, replaced by a bionic implant. A long black cloak completed the outfit.
So subtle. He only needed some alien creature to perch on his shoulder and the costume would be complete. The first time she met him she’d laughed in his face.
The smaller vampire wasn’t laughing. His hand went to his bloodsword and stayed there. Renouard’s reputation preceded him.
Renouard grinned. “My friend, I don’t think you know who that is. That, my lord, is the Sariv.”
“And why would I care?” the raider growled.
Renouard’s eye sparked. “Oh, you don’t know the story. I love this story. Several years ago, a human woman married the second son of the Marshall of House Ervan. She left Earth and went to live with him on his planet. They had a daughter.”
He motioned at Helen. Helen growled low in her throat.
“Yes, that charming child right there. But the precious son of the Marshal erred. And his House did what Houses usually do. They cast him, his wife, and their child out to this cyst on the anus of the galaxy.”
“And?” the raider asked.
“And her husband took money from House Kor and betrayed them. They cut off his limbs and stuck his head on a pike on their House wall.”
The raider shrugged. “It happens.”
“Fourteen souls had layed their hands on this woman’s husband.” Renouard grinned again. “How many do you think are still alive?”
The raider shook his head. “I don’t give bur’s ass…”
“None. And neither are their siblings or their parents or any of the other relatives who chose to be involved. House Kor sent her a writ of submission because if she kept going, there would be none of them left.”
The raider stared at him, his face bewildered.
Renouard spoke slowly, as if to a child, his voice quiet and intimate, yet suffused with menace. “She nearly killed a House by herself. And here you are in a junkyard reject armor posturing in front of her. She’ll cut out your heart and feed it to her young. Move away before you lose face.”
The smaller vampire looked at her, looked at Renouard, cursed, and walked away. Renouard moved a chair to the table and sat.
“No,” Maud said.
“I’m leaving in ten minutes. I won’t be back in this quadrant for at least six months. Last chance, Maud.”
“No.” She might as well shoot herself in the head.
Renouard leaned forward. “Come on. Come with me, my lady. Aren’t you tired of this rock? Of always watching your back? Of keeping a child alive, feeding, paying for her water? Don’t you think she would do better with someone else? We’ll sell your pretty hybrid and sail around the galaxy. All the places we could go, all the money we could spend…”
She slid the tip of her sword against his thigh under the table.
He stopped. “It’s like that, then?”
“You have a very short memory. Or maybe you’re just a glutton for punishment.”
Renouard got up. “Fine. Let’s talk again in six months. Rot here until I come back.”
He turned and walked to the door. She watched until it shut behind him. The building hummed, announcing a flyer taking off.
“I don’t like him,” Helen said.
“Neither do I, my flower. Neither do I.”