hope you’re enjoying Jenny’s story so far. Things will heat up quite a bit in book two as they venture to the fae world and more than one character will reckon with past sins. Will Jenny forgive Variel? Will his true character be revealed? Will Bevan be drawn into darkness? Will he and Daisy collaborate to throw Piers down a faery well?
The answer to some of these things is yes, and others no. Haha!
Books two and three, Bat out of Hell and The Devil Went Down to Florida, are coming soon! In the meantime, if you never read Fae Sworn, my series set in the faery world, it’s a good time to give it a whirl. It precedes some of the events of this book and Daisy and Orson are some of my personal favorite characters…
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Daisy
My life has taken a pretty weird turn, I thought, as I stepped into the faery realm with my new husband-to-be at my side.
Orson was a sexy, muscular gruagach from the House of Clover. Gruagach were the faeries that tended the cows, and I had gathered that other faeries looked down on them, but this was okay with me considering I didn’t like the other faeries.
The first thing everyone should know about faeries is that most of them are assholes.
I mean, you’ve heard the stories, right?
They steal babies? They play tricks? They offer you food and next thing you know, a hundred years go by?
It had been centuries since humans had been allowed into this realm, but we’d made this bargain, and I was the crazy witch who had decided to be the spokesperson for humankind. I had agreed to marry a man I didn’t really know at all, and leave behind everything I knew, but then…to say I had some issues with my grandmother and the witch community was an understatement.
Sometimes you just have to jump on a new opportunity when it comes up.
Now I was standing before Queen Morgana of the faeries, trying to look like I wasn’t going to take any shit from her. I was good at that expression. This might be one reason I didn’t have a lot of friends back in the Chicago witch community. My family was wealthy, and I had magic everyone wanted to make use of, and my parents had been murdered when I was a kid. If this sounds like the combination that leads to not trusting other people, and maybe even super-villainry, well, yeah, it does. But I’m a pretty awesome person anyway all things considered. I like having friends as long as they don’t try to fucking use me.
Most people I’ve ever met only want to use me.
“Daisy Pendleton.” A handsome blonde fairy male was standing in front of the queen’s throne, consulting the paper on which I had signed my name and intention to be a part of the faery realm. “That is your name, correct?”
“Yes, I am the one and only Daisy Pendleton.” Gotta lay down the ground rules. “As you can see, I brought myself and twelve more witches to be faery brides, as per the agreement. You have their names there. We expect to be treated well here, and we’ll reward you in return with more power in the magical world.”
I had been escorted to an outdoor throne, within a hall formed of cypress trees. The throne ‘room’ was like a little island, surrounded by pools of water with lily pads and lush aquatic flowers blooming under mangrove and other strange trees. All up and down the line of trees, faery guards with crests on their golden armor and attendants in flowing fabrics were watching the scene.
The faery queen was seated in a throne behind the blonde faery. She wore a long, diaphanous gown over a way-too-thin body, and a veil over her face, so I had no idea what she was thinking. She whispered something to the man.
“Queen Morgana welcomes you to the realm and looks forward to a long and fruitful alliance,” he said.
“Splendid,” I said, sweetly, but not nicely, if you know what I mean. Like, bitch, show me your face if you want some respect.
Look, I had been warned to never trust the faeries. Even as a kid, every witch and warlock was probably told the same stories. They never lied, but they loved to trick you. They were an alien species without much emotion. They lived for centuries and they didn’t respect us