QSFer Jo Tannah has a new Fantasy MM Romance out:
When you let your heart lead the way, magic happens.
In Kizerain, preparations are underway for Yula, a once in a lifetime Royal festivity. Everyone is excited, except Anwyll and Pedr.
Prince Anwyll had always dreaded winter, but this year, he’s turning twenty-five, and for the first time since his birth, the nation will be simultaneously celebrating three momentous events—his birthday, his ascension to the throne, and the identity of his chosen consort.
Pedr Gardner is a talented botanist whose days are spent experimenting to create new varieties of plants and designing gardens. As a recipient of a much sought after royal invitation, he needs to present the king with a unique gift. Unfortunately, he’s coming up blank.
When a handsome man walks into Pedr’s garden, they strike up a conversation that soon evolves into friendship and finally love. As Yula draws nearer, Anwyll has to find a way to make Pedr his.
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Anwyll rested his chin on a hand, his gaze wandering over to the window. Outside, tree branches swayed in the breeze, their leaves falling and drifting in the wind. The season had turned and it was close to winter. A cold breeze caressed his cheek and a sweet, fresh fragrance wafted into the room. His back stiffened, he closed his eyes and he leaned back heavily into his chair in shock. A longing, close to an ache, tugged at his heart.
“Anwyll, what is it, my son?”
He opened his eyes and became conscious of the worried looks on his companions faces. Anwyll let out a soft breath even as he began to feel the gentle tug gain strength.
“I feel a heart calling mine, Father.”
Gasps of surprised disbelief echoed within the room. Turning abruptly, Fiacre motioned for the aides, secretaries and servants to leave the room. In seconds, the room was emptied of all save the five of them.
“Explain yourself, Anwyll. Tell us what it is you felt, exactly,” Fiacre ordered, his eyes intently focusing on his.
As Anwyll narrated what he felt, he saw hope rise in his uncle’s eyes. When he turned to look at his father, he saw the glimmer of unshed tears of relief in them.
“If I understand it correctly, your chosen is close by,” Llewellyn said.
“It is highly probable, Llewellyn. Yes, Anwyll’s chosen may live very close to us,” Fiacre said.
“But why only now?” Lairgnen asked. “Why is it, if indeed he is living very near us, hasn’t Anwyll felt him before?”
“Because I have never smelled them before,” Anwyll said. Standing from his chair, he walked toward the open window and looked down.
Other than the sunlit gardens of the palace grounds, he could only see the heavy clouds float beneath the plateau’s edges. Just then, a gust of wind rose from below, bringing with it a strong scent of sweet, lemony fragrance. He inhaled deeper, relishing the bouquet of his chosen, but his satisfaction turned to curiosity.
“I smell flowers,” he said, cocking his head to the side as he tried to describe the final note reaching his nose. It held just a hint of cloves and something else he couldn’t quite place. He took a long, indrawn whiff before realizing what it was. “I smell ice.”
I am a wife, mother and blogger by day, a writer by night. It can be difficult to say the least but it is a challenge that keeps me on my toes.
I grew up listening to folk tales my father and nannies told either to entertain us children or to send home a message. These narratives I kept with me and finally I wrote them down in a journal way back when I kept one. Going through junk led to a long forgotten box and in it was the journal. Reading over the stories of romance, science fiction and horror I had taken time to put to paper, brought to light that these were tales I never met in my readings.
The tales I write are fictional but all of them are based on what I grew up with and still dream about. That they have an M/M twist is simply for my pleasure. And I hope, yours as well.
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