QSFes Sam Burns and W.M. Fawkes have a new MM urban fantasy out: A Dragon’s Fortune.
Cillian Roarke is the world’s sweetest dragon. He’s a great boss, a good person, and he spends his days making honey-glazed caramel treats in the shape of bunnies for his bakery, Honey Bunny. Still, the highlight of every day is watching the adorable college student who’s Much Too Young For Him stuff his face full of Cillian’s sweet buns.
Finnick West is a college student who dreams of baked goods, much to the consternation of his figure-skating partner. She’s not offended by the temptation, but by Finnick’s continuing failure to ask out the cute baker. With pressure from all sides, Finn knows it’s time to take something for himself, if only he can catch Hot Baker’s eye.
While the two of them work up the nerve to ask each other out, an assassination attempt reveals forces working to not only stop their interspecies romance in its tracks, but destroy everything and everyone they love.
A Dragon’s Fortune is part of the Magic Emporium Series. Each book stands alone, but each one features an appearance by Marden’s Magic Emporium, a shop that can appear anywhere, but only once and only when someone’s in dire need. This book contains dragons, ice skating, a whole bunch of sugar, and a guaranteed HEA.
Closest I’d gotten to a relationship in a year was making moon eyes at an older man who clearly wasn’t interested.
And that didn’t stop me from shooting a bright smile at him when I stepped up to place my order. “Heya. Can I please get a quad Americano?”
Hot Baker raised a thick brown eyebrow at me. He glanced past my head at the clock over the door. It was already past seven. They didn’t close until nine, but it wasn’t an hour that sane, well-adjusted people started downing that much caffeine.
“And if I can bribe you to stay open late, I’ve got—” I dug in my pocket and pulled out my student ID, an open roll of Tums, and half a pen.
Half . . . a pen.
Oh god—I reached back in and grabbed the other half. My fingertips came back stained inky black. I frowned down at my pitiful messy fingers and sighed, forgetting the whole reason I’d come—to woo my baker man.
Nope . . . Nope. To get my paper done.
“How about I make you a double dirty chai?” he asked.
Dirty? That word, dripping from those lips, had me perking up in interest. He had a wide, full mouth, and his bottom lip was usually flushed from biting it so often. Who cared about inky fingers when he was throwing words like “dirty” around?
“Double dirty?” My voice was absolutely overflowing with innuendo; he had to hear it.
Already, he’d turned away toward the espresso machine and the pitcher of chai they made every day. “You’ll get the kick from the espresso, but the caffeine in the tea’s more drawn out.”
I’d lined up cupid’s arrow, pulled, and let it fly, and Hot Baker stayed as oblivious as ever.
Oh well. I wiped my inky fingers on my jeans and shrugged. “Oh. Okay. Yeah, that sounds really great. I’ll have one of those.”
Sam lives in the Midwest with husband and cat, which is even less exciting than it sounds, so she’s not sure why you’re still reading this.
She specializes in LGBTQIA+ fiction, usually with a romantic element. There’s sometimes intrigue and violence, usually a little sex, and almost always some swearing in her work. Her writing is light and happy, though, so if you’re looking for a dark gritty reality, you’ve come to the wrong author.
About W.M. Fawkes
W.M. Fawkes is an author of LGBTQ+ urban fantasy and paranormal romance. She lives with her partner in a house owned by three halloween-hued felines that dabble regularly in shadow walking.