Title: Savage
Beauty
Author: Casey
L. Bond
Genre: YA Epic
Fantasy, Fairy Tale Retelling
Editor: Stacy
Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen
Cover Designer:
Melissa Stevens/ The Illustrated Author Design Services
Blurb:
Once upon a time, a beautiful queen was cursed by a dark faery. That curse, inherited by twin princesses, Aura and Luna, binds their lives in the strangest of ways. At an early age, the girls were more than sisters. They were the strongest of allies until a combination of jealousy, anger and dark magic tore their relationship to shreds.
Once upon a time, a beautiful queen was cursed by a dark faery. That curse, inherited by twin princesses, Aura and Luna, binds their lives in the strangest of ways. At an early age, the girls were more than sisters. They were the strongest of allies until a combination of jealousy, anger and dark magic tore their relationship to shreds.
Aura took
everything from Luna: her home, her family, and her love by murdering the
prince who’d chosen her instead of Aura.
Luna wants
revenge, but she’s running out of time. She must sever the magical bond tying
her life to Aura’s before their eighteenth birthday or be bound to her forever.
In desperation, she seeks help from a dark fae prince, but the price is steep –
a piece of her soul.
Fate is a real
witch. Luna was willing to give up anything to stop her sister, until Prince
Phillip of Grithim, the brother of the only man she’s ever loved, falls into
her life. Neither of them can fight their attraction, despite their guilt.
With Aura
hell-bent on destroying everything she holds dear, Luna must decide whether she
wants revenge or Phillip. She can’t have both, and in the end, this may be a
battle both sisters lose.
**Savage Beauty
is a fairy tale retelling of Sleeping Beauty... with fae witches. :)
Author Bio:
Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.
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Excerpt:
“I was going to try to hike
out of here in the morning. I’m glad you woke, actually. I was hoping you could
give me directions?” I would have asked her to lead me to the edge of the dark
forest, but she wasn’t what I expected. She hadn’t hurt me yet, but it was
clear that she didn’t want me in her home. And I didn’t want to push my luck by
staying any longer where I wasn’t welcome.
“Do you have any idea what
today is?” she countered.
My God, she was beautiful. I
shook my head to clear it. What was significant about today? I had no idea.
“It’s the first day of
autumn,” she said dryly. “The equinox. The fae will celebrate. They’ll be
hunting in the forest today, and some are very fond of the taste of human
flesh.”
Well, damn. I stared at her pointed
ears and gulped. “Are you fond of it?”
Her lips curved into a cruel
smile. “Not particularly.”
“Should I leave tonight
then? Before daylight?”
“It’s midnight. While some
are already celebrating, others are already in the wood, waiting for some
unsuspecting prey to waltz by.
I watched an unfamiliar
emotion roll over her features. “You’ve been my guest, you say? Have you poked
your nose anywhere it doesn’t belong?” Her eyes narrowed as she waited for my
response.
“I’ve eaten from your
garden, slept in your chair, and washed in your creek. I’ve made friends with
Cat, whom I will continue to call Cat until you divulge her name. And I’ve
tidied things a little. I promise to send food to replace what I took from your
garden as soon as I get home.”
Her head ticked to the side.
“You cleaned my house?”
“Just the kitchen and
sitting room. I kept this door closed as much as I could. It won’t quite shut,
and the other door is locked.”
She flicked her eyes at the
small gap in the bedroom door and then smiled at me. “I know you weren’t in
there.”
“How?”
“Because if you had picked
those locks, you wouldn’t be standing in front of me now.”
She left me and Cat behind
as she walked out of the room, her footsteps completely quiet. I looked down at
my furry friend and she looked up at me and then followed her master. It felt
wrong to stay in the young woman’s bedroom, and since I didn’t sense an
immediate danger from her, I followed Cat, dabbing at the stinging wound on my
neck.
A growl came from the main
room just as I stepped into it. “You moved my things.”
“I told you I cleaned,” I
defended.
“Yes, well you shouldn’t
have touched my things! Now, how will I find what I need?” She scowled at the
shelf and the spices arrayed on them.
“They’re in alphabetical
order.”
“Alphabe—” Her word faded
away as she took in my handiwork. I thought she liked it until she gripped the
counter and swiveled her head toward me. “Perhaps now is the perfect time for
you to walk through the dark forest.”
“Do you overreact to
organized spices and kindness very often, or are you just cranky because you
woke from your nap?” I snapped, immediately regretting the words. I wasn’t a
coward, but neither did I want to die at the hands of a fae witch.
To my surprise, she didn’t
gut me. Instead, a slow smile stretched over her lips, as brilliant as I’d
imagined. Not that I’d imagined she had those small fangs...
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