Magic plays a large roll in Lover Enslaved and the Thieves of Aurion series, so it got me thinking. If I could have any magical ability, what would it be?
The ability to teleport to any place I want? Cool, think of all the money I'd be saving on gas. Or how about the ability to communicate with animals? Finally I'd know what my dog really thinks about me. Plus, it'd come in handy the next time I'm trekking through the woods and overhear a couple of bears exchanging their favorite honey barbecued hiker recipes.
Clearly, the possibilities are endless.
So how about you? What would your magical ability be? Leave your answer in the comment section or email me at jodiredford@jodiredford.com and you'll be entered for the chance to win an ebook copy of Lover Enslaved and your very own mini fairy house.
Isn't it cute? The house stands about 4" tall (perfect height for keeping a certain sprite from stuffing her rear-end inside)and is signed on the bottom by the artist.
I'll randomly draw a name around 8 pm Eastern time, so be sure to check back and see if you're a winner.
Well today’s the day. The big day I’ve been waiting for just about forever—the release of my debut novel, Lover Enslaved. I mulled over how best to write an interesting, bland-free introductory post and decided I’d leave the hard work for the obnoxious loveable sprite who plays a vital role in the book. After some heavy begging and an eventual bribe of shirtless cabana boys, I finally talked her into it.
Disclaimer: The above author claims no responsibility for the shameless self plugging sure to ensue from the guest poster. Furthermore, no amount of cajoling or week long temper tantrums will coerce said author into writing a spin off series involving a super hero sprite who roams the planet handing out fashion citations.
From the desk of Piper—super hero sprite (Hah, like I was going to let that opportunity slip by).
When the human asked me to pen some sparkling repartee for her blog thingymajig I was flattered and almost forgave her giving me a minor role in the book. Really, we all know I should have been the heroine. So Mara has legs up to here and boobs out to there, but can she yodel the Aurion national anthem? Okay, maybe she can. Moving on…
This brings us to Dash. In all honesty, if I were sixty inches taller, I’d get me some of that. Hello, look at those muscles. Let’s just say my wings are all aquiver. But I digress. Um, what was I talking about? Oh yes, the story. Well, Mara and Dash are thrust together and forced to do the evil Queen Nalia’s bidding. Yadda yadda, pooh pooh pooh, I save the day. Yep, that’s it in a nutshell.
Fine, if you want to know more, take a gander below.
P.S.—I’m still waiting on the cabana boys.
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Sometimes love is the only prize worth stealing...
Thieves of Aurion, Book 1
Mara Sheppard has no love for the Fae, but to free her brother from prison, she’ll do whatever the treacherous Queen Nalia asks. Even kidnap Dashael Rhyder, a womanizing thief.
She should have known the deal would go sour.
It’s almost too easy to bait and trap Dashael. Resisting his potent Fae allure isn’t. Especially since Nalia’s unexpected demand for a missing, magical rune means Mara will have to hold strong far longer than she’d planned.
Dashael’s best shot at escaping? Seduce her. If he can survive a few dozen of his closest enemies out for blood and the queen’s scheme to make him her personal stud…he might just make it.
Then his game of seduction trips over a snag named Mara, and he falls. Hard. For a commitment-phobic thief, love might as well be a prison sentence. Yet the idea of losing her makes him miserable.
Mara can’t deny that her enemy has stolen her heart. But their love is about to be tested by a lifetime of secrets. The risk may not be worth it. Especially if a life together means death for one of them.
Warning: Contains one or more of the following: Hot, sexy thieves, pain-in-the-butt sprites, handcuffs, intriguing new uses for a silk bed curtain, and scorching, shake-the-ceiling-tiles sex.
Yes, it's true. My body despises me. With a capital D. For some insane reason, I thought I could pull weeds for eight hours today. You see, I had no problem doing something like that. Ten years ago. Yep, there's the source of my little problem. Age. As if the size six jeans hanging in my closet aren't enough torment. But that's a gripe for another day. Instead, I'm going to self-medicate myself with chocolate. Lucky me, I found this great recipe from Cooks.com
Besides, who needs to fit into size six jeans anyway?
CHERRY FUDGE BROWNIES
1 box fudge brownie mix 1 can cherry pie filling 1 sm. jar marshmallow cream
Mix fudge brownie mix by directions on box. Pour into pan. Place cherry pie filling in drops on top of brownie mix. Place a drop of marshmallow cream beside cherries. Swirl marshmallow cream through brownie mix by pulling a knife through batter. Bake until brownies are done by directions on box.
Isn't it cute? The house stands about 4" tall (perfect height for keeping a certain sprite from stuffing her rear-end inside)and is signed on the bottom by the artist.
