Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Elizabeth A. Lance
School is out for Tony Gunari, and now it’s time to grow up, to be what he was meant to be, a Sióga Feiceann -- a Fae assassin. After years of hiding what he truly was from his nearest and dearest friends, Tony has decided to travel to New York and discover the whole secret of his legacy including what really happened to his father. The Fae war is in full swing so Tony decides that while he’s at it; he’s going to kick a little Dark Fae butt.
Jillian O’Neal is a Sorceress, sent by her parents from Ireland to train with a man named Nico in New York. Her tough, sassy attitude sometimes gets her into trouble, but she could never have imagined the trouble meeting someone like Tony Gunari, a real Sióga Feiceann, was going to cause her especially when she realizes that her duty is to protect him at all costs.
When Tony meets Jillian he is instantly intrigued by the fireball throwing, Irish witch with a sassy attitude. Protecting her becomes his number one priority. Who knows…
With a bit of Irish luck they may just have a chance to save the world and fall in love…
About the Author:
Elizabeth A. Lance lives with her husband, Brandon, their two tweens, three sassy cats that think they own the house and two crazy German Sheppard-Husky mix puppies. She is the author of the Agents for the Crown Regency series as well as the Young Adult series, Soul Mates. She loves to hear from her fans and can be reached at
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“So, you know,” Nicolae sighed and sank into his black leather chair. “You know what you are.”
I stayed quiet for a moment; waiting to see if he would continue, give me a hint of why he hadn’t told me.
“I suppose it was inevitable. Your mother never could keep a secret, so-- I assume she is the one who told you?”
Now, that was a shock. As far as I knew, Mom was oblivious to the Fae and all the crap that had been going on for the past year. “No. Mom didn’t say a thing, Uncle Nicu.”
“Then, how did you find out?”
“My fault, I’m afraid,” Max said stepping forward. “I sort of exposed him to some Fae warriors.”
“You what? I should kill you! Do you know what you have done?” Nicolae jumped out of his chair and drew a silver dagger from a wrist sheath.
“Uncle! You don’t want to do that!” I shouted, but it was too late. Max had already gone on defensive mode and pulled one of his own swords from his hip…Veritas. They were hidden by Fae magic until they were needed and then, well, watch out. Max was deadly with them. I suppose I should be thankful he didn’t pull Aequitas as well.
“Antony, just who the hell did you bring to my club?” Nicolae asked backing away from Max.
“Uncle, please put the dagger away. Max, back down, please.” I stood between them, hoping for some peace.
“Who. Is. He. Antony?” Nicolae sheathed his dagger, but continued to stand in a threatening manner.
“Tones…” Max cautioned me, but I knew my Uncle.
“Whoa! Just chill Uncle Nicu. A lot has happened in the past year, and Max is a huge part of it, Dude. I’ll explain, but only if I have your word and stuff that you’ll sit down and listen. And you won’t try to kill Max.”
Nicolae glared at us, but he finally conceded and sat down in his chair. I glanced at Max and watched him sheath Veritas, which then vanished from his side. He leaned against the wall near the door, and far from Nicolae, just in case Uncle Nicu got it in his head to go after him again.
“Okay… okay,” I said, not sure where to begin. “So, you know there’s a war going on out there, right Dude?”
Nicolae nodded. “Between the Light and Dark Fae, yes, I know. What does that have to do with you? Either of you?”
“Well, the Light Fae, as you call them, have a Faerie Mound in southern Indiana. Just a few blocks from school actually.”
Nicolae frowned. “I thought they were only in the major cities. What are they doing there?”
“For the most part they are, but the King of Light and Illusion needed a place where the Dark Fae would not think to look for him. Not that it matters now, they’ve known approximately where it is since last October,” Max said with a frown.
“Beside the point, Max.”
“Not really, Tones. The point is, we have a Faerie Mound back home, I found out that I’m related to the King of Light and Illusion and he sent warriors to protect me. You saw them, and got exposed as a Sióga Feiceann. And then the Unseelie found us.”
“Yeah, what Max said.” I sat down on the corner of Nicolae’s desk. At least he wasn’t jumping out of his seat trying to kill Max again. That was progress.
“So let me get this straight. You--” Nicolae pointed at Max, “--are related to the King of the Light Fae. And you--” Nicolae pointed at me, “--brought him to New York? Are you out of your ever lovin’ mind?”