I’ve retitled my most recent novel once again to be a bit more fitting. I feel like I’ve been working on this book forever but by the end of tomorrow I’ll order a proof copy for myself and a few friends to read over for a final edit.
I’m really proud of myself for what I’ve done with this story but I’m also terrified that no one else will appreciate it. I feel like I’ve poured my soul into this one, at least partially, and really hope my readers (few as they may be) can connect with the characters.
I can’t wait to read it as an actual physical book so that I can get around to setting a publishing date. I’m hoping to get this done before the end of the year but who knows.
I’m super excited to share this with the world. I really like the story and I think you guys will too!
For those of you without money who are interested, I’m looking for reviewers and will give a free PDF or MOBI of Wildflower Crown in exchange for an honest review to be posted on Amazon, Goodreads, and your blog. You can comment below or use the contact form on my “contact” page to ask about getting a copy.
The woman kept to the shadows, avoiding the torches that lit the streets. A hood concealed her face and black cloth was thrown over the basket in her arms. Little whimpers came from the basket, but the woman shushed it, moving through the unfamiliar village slowly. She avoided the men walking home from the pub and went farther to the outskirts of town where there were smaller houses stuffed with squalling children.
Fog rose up from the ground in the cold night air. The streets were tracks of dirt that the recent rain had turned into mud, and it sucked at the woman’s boots as she struggled to keep herself unnoticed. A pitiful cry came from the basket in her arms. The woman paused to reach her hand in and stroke the baby’s cheek. She was rewarded with a happy gurgle.
The woman was caught off guard. She looked at the baby, so sweet and small and innocent. Had she gone far enough south? The king would be hunting her, she knew. It had been a foolish thing to take revenge on the king, but she hadn’t counted on getting pregnant. The baby’s father had no idea where they were, or that the baby existed, but it was for the best. The babe could live out an anonymous childhood away from the chaos of her own life.
A child’s cry rang out in the night, but it wasn’t her baby. The woman froze and listened hard to find where the noise was coming from. The child called out again, and the woman determined that it was the little house across the street. The roof was crumbling and the door was hanging at an angle. As the crying continued, a light was lit. The woman could see it through the shuttered window.
Wild has been running her whole life from a power she never asked for. Determined to fill her life with excitement and fun, she’s done everything she could to push her dark secret from her mind. When outlaws come to her with a proposition to infiltrate the castle and switch places with the princess, she immediately accepts the job. What could be more fun than being a princess?
Daivat’s life has always been structured and orderly. He wakes every day at dawn and practices tirelessly at his knife work. His dream is to be a member of the king’s personal guard, but first he must prove himself by keeping an eye on the imposter princess while she fools visiting nobles into thinking she’s real royalty.
As the queen struggles to keep the kingdom from war and the real princess fights to survive the outlaws, Wild and Daivat must endure each other as their personalities collide. Can Daivat bring order to Wild’s life, or will Wild turn Daivat’s life upside down?
Now, this might not be that exciting as I’ve had variations of this cover posted around the site when I thought there would be an earlier publishing date, but here is the official cover! (Alright, so the font might change, but that’s it, I swear!)
Wildflower Crown will be coming out in the beginning of June, the 1st or 2nd depending on how Amazon handles things. All that’s left to do is proofreading and deciding if I’m going to stick with the alternative ending I just came up with two days ago! I’m really excited about this book, so I hope you all like it and don’t get sick of me talking about it constantly for the next few months 🙂
Originally, Kiss of The Fey was called Woman of Fire, Man of Ice. Why? Because I didn’t have any better ideas. Xenos was literally made of ice and Johara had a fiery passion. It all fit, right? However, I decided that the title didn’t really work with the book. It was too cliché, I felt, and it just didn’t convey the message that I wanted to get across. It was just a bit too literal and silly.
After tons of different titles were scribbled down and rejected, I decided on Kiss of The Fey. There are a few reason, all of them fairly obvious once you think about it.
The literal kiss. Xenos kisses Johara, which wakes her up. However, Xenos isn’t a fairy. He’s not magical. Why is his kiss in the title? Well, if you look up the word “fey”, the Scottish definition is “marked by a foreboding of death or calamity.” That fits very nicely, doesn’t it?
The figurative kiss. Going with what people typically assume when they hear “fey,” the fairy Kasmira “kissed” both Johara and Xenos with her magic. Without it, we wouldn’t have had much of a story, so it’s a pretty important part.
It’s not a very exciting explanation, nothing secretive that involves spies or explosions, but there you go. The meaning behind the title.