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Feather Fall
Evelyn Elliott
Series: Spell Slave, book two
Release date: April 22,2016
Wacky author interview blitz!
(Treat it like a
speed question quiz, it hurts less that way – preferably 5 words for answers,
but some questions are so much more demanding…)
Growing up, which board game were you most competitive playing?
None. Death to board
games.
Grossest thing you ever held in your hand.
Half-digested rat
corpse.
Which reality show would you win? The Amazing Race – Big Brother
– Top Chef
Top Chef! I’m
amazing.
You’ve been kidnapped. You can call on the characters from the
last television show you watched to attempt to rescue you. Who is your only
hope?
Finn from Adventure
Time. Uh-oh.
If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill
himself, is it considered a hostage situation?
Definitely, yes.
Why do we park in a driveway and drive on the parkway?
Because English is
weird.
You wake up in the middle of the night and Thor is sitting in
your room staring at you…what are the first five words out of your mouth?
“Up for round two?”
Your 90’s celeb crush?
I was a baby then!
Name a song you can’t dance to.
Any of them.
If you were a salad, what kind of dressing would you have?
None. Au natural
salad.
Blurb:
Hero and criminal. Brute force and subtle
charm. Jonathan White and Crow Belcane are polar opposites, but if they want to
rescue the man they both love, they’ll have to work together.
After visiting his former lover, Crow knows
only one thing: he loves Regis and he will do anything to reclaim him. But
before his very eyes, Regis is abducted. Kidnapped by high-end slavers. Only
Regis’s infuriating partner, Jonathan—a dangerous vigilante—is willing to help.
To infiltrate the slave ring, Jonathan and
Crow disguise themselves as master and pet. As a slave, Crow is pushed to his
limit. He’s chained, branded, whipped, and forced to obey Jonathan’s every
order. But the longer he spends at Jonathan’s feet, the more natural his
disguise begins to feel—and the more he likes it. As much as he hates Jonathan,
they make a good team.
Both of them are devoted to Regis. Despite
the overwhelming attraction between them, Jonathan is unwilling to betray his
partner, and Crow is unwilling to come between them. But once the three of them
are together again, all bets are off.
Categories: BDSM, Bisexual,
Fantasy, M/M Romance, Romance, Menage/Poly
65,000 words – 260 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Christine Griffin
Excerpt:
Crow followed Jonathan to the lodging house.
Jonathan looked like he was going to explode with rage the entire walk home.
Crow prayed they didn’t come across anyone looking for a fight.
When they strode in, the woman at the
counter scowled. “Your boy’s only been gone two days,” she said to Jonathan.
“Already bringing whores home?”
Jonathan waved her away. “He’s a friend,
Marta.”
“Friend,” she muttered. “Yeah, all right.”
She sniffed. “Long as you send him on his way when you’re done with him. Don’t
want him harassing my patrons.” She bustled down the hall. Crow stared after
her in shock.
“She thought you were a prostitute,”
Jonathan said helpfully. He opened the door, then locked it behind Crow.
Immediately, he went to the back door and swept it open. He went into the
garden and hugged Chartreuse around her neck. His grip was white, and his
entire body was rigid. “Fucking slavers,” he muttered. “Fucking disgusting.”
Crow leaned against the doorway, arms
folded. “Why did the innkeeper think I was a prostitute? Do you often pick up
whores?”
Jonathan rolled his eyes at the joke. But he
relaxed a little, and he went back inside with Crow. He shut the door. His
fingers rested on the knob. “So,” he said.
“So,” Crow said.
Jonathan looked away, hands clenched. “I
need a favor.”
“A favor?”
“Will you teach me how to—” Jonathan
grimaced. “How to be charming.”
“What?”
“Charming,” Jonathan said, like his teeth
were being pulled. “It’s just this—this thing you do. I mean, let’s be honest
with each other for a moment. You’re a terrible person, and yet every single
person that meets you instantly likes you. How do you do that? Show me. I need
to improve my acting skills.”
Crow didn’t want to teach Jonathan anything.
But they were in this mess together, and if Jonathan slipped up and ruined his
disguise, then they would both be in terrible danger. Crow saw on the bed.
“Fine. Come here.”
Jonathan circled the bed like a wary animal.
He sat far away from Crow.
“First lesson,” Crow said. “Body language.”
“What? Why does that matter?”
“You need to relax. If you look nervous,
everyone else will become nervous, too.”
“I don’t feel relaxed,” Jonathan groaned.
“You don’t have to feel relaxed. You have to
look relaxed.” Crow leaned against the headboard and splayed his legs. “See?
Like this.”
“I can’t fake it the way you can.” Jonathan
popped his fingers, then cracked his neck. He stretched his legs out, then
touched his toes. Finally, he rolled his shoulders and let out a breath. He did
seem a little less tense now.
“Good,” Crow said. “Now. Lesson two. Just be
nice. Observe people. Give them compliments. Listen to what they say. It’s
easy.”
“Really?”
“Of course. I mean, that’s how I seduced you
the night I met you.”
And the room became weirdly silent.
The night they’d met. Right. The night Crow
had waltzed in, spent a few minutes talking to Jonathan, and then stripped his
pants off. Crow winced. It was probably a raw wound for Jonathan, considering
the fact Crow had—at the time—been part of a plot to kill him. He shifted to
the middle of the bed. He crossed his legs. “Look at me.”
“What?”
“I want to teach you about sexual tension.
It’s important. We need to investigate the House of Red Silk, but if we stall
too long, Madam Karis might realize we’re up to no good. You must keep her
attention. If she becomes impatient, pretend to be interested in a slave.”
“Interested? How do I do that?”
“Like this.” Crow leaned in. He lowered his
eyelashes and tilted his head a little. His gaze slowly went from Jonathan’s
hands, to his chest, then—ever so slowly—he met Jonathan’s eyes and held them.
The air between them felt thin as paper, as though if he moved one inch closer,
the barrier between them would tear.
Jonathan jerked back.
His face was unreadable, but his eyes were
wide, pupils blown. Crow put his hand on Jonathan’s arm, and Jonathan jerked.
“Tension is a sense of anticipation,” Crow said. “Stretch out that moment. Make
it clear you want him.”
Jonathan skirted away to the edge of the
bed. “Oh, come on,” Crow said. “If you can’t do it with me, how are you going
to do it with a stranger?”
“I keep thinking about that time you
threatened to skin me,” Jonathan snapped.
“That happened once.”
The light outside had faded. Twilight lit
the garden. Crow felt exhausted from his façade. He got up to draw the
curtains.
“No, wait,” Jonathan said. “I….”
Crow glanced back.
Jonathan had a painfully awkward look on his
face. He blew out his breath. “Sorry. You’re right.” He got up. He rubbed his
face. When his hand moved away, his expression was cool again. He scanned
Crow’s face, then—hesitantly—touched Crow’s jaw, then his collarbone. He
crowded Crow against the wall. Their chests didn’t touch, not quite.
Heat flickered through Crow’s body, and he
was aware, powerfully aware, of how long it had been since he’d trusted someone
to touch him. He shuddered.
Then Jonathan pulled away. “Like that?”
“Yeah,” Crow said. “Like that.”
Jonathan shut up and went to bed. He lay
fully clothed on the mattress, alone by himself. Crow swept up a pile of
blankets and dumped them on the floor by the wall. He burrowed into his little
nest and closed his eyes. He didn’t sleep. Where was Regis? Locked in a cage
somewhere? Sold?
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It’s all about the author…
If you encountered Evelyn Elliott, you’d see
a small soft-spoken woman wearing a sundress. At first, she seems like a
perfectly normal woman. Do not be deceived.
Her hobbies include watching grisly horror
movies, torturing her characters, and tending to her flower garden. She enjoys
long walks in the park and collecting the souls of small children.
Whenever she reads a book, she always roots
for the villain.
Avoid her at all costs. Certainly do not
locate her Goodreads. Do not dare friend her on Facebook, either. She will only
corrupt you.
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