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“You should wear blouses like that more often. It suits you.” He unleashed a tendril of power. Most women would turn from anger to near swooning from this much.

“Thank you.” She leaned forward and licked her lips.

He didn’t realize it would take so little to get on her good side. “And that skirt shows off your legs beautifully.”

“You think so?” She turned her leg as if to get a better view. “I worried it would be too short.”

“No, it’s just the right length.” He swallowed as heat set his blood pumping.

“You look amazing…in that color.” A faint blush colored her cheeks as she leaned closer, her eyes darkening. “Want to tell me more… alone?”

Now he was getting somewhere. Why did he think this was going to be hard? He was nearly five thousand years old Incubus. No woman could resist him. “I don’t think I can wait the long ride back to camp.” He traced her hand with his finger. “Let’s get a hotel room and let Travis pick us up in the morning. Late.”

“Damon.” A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “You’re too predictable.” She pulled her hand away and stood. “Pizzas are ready. You guys finished?”

“What?” How did she go from scorching hot to formal in a blink?

But Renee didn’t answer him. She sauntered up to the counter and paid for the food while he gawked at her. Was I just played? Impossible. That’s never happened to me… ever.

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Author Photo AndreaAndrea R. Cooper writes fantasy, paranormal, historical and romantic suspense.

Her favorite childhood memories revolved around creating vibrant characters for her friends, and then acting out their adventures. Inside her fantasy worlds of darkened forests, dragon-filled glades, and iced islands, nothing was banned. From the ethereal Elvin to the most maligned Vampires, all were welcome in her fictional realities, a stark contrast to her home, where the magical and mythical was forbidden.

 

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Happy Halloween! Here’s an excerpt from my favorite fairytale involving a pumpkin, Fairy Trouble

available now for pre-order, released on November 9th and features 4 fairytale re-tellings by 4 different authors.

Modern MagicWhat if Cinderella ditched the prince’s ball and sent her fairy godmother to find love in her place?

Excerpt:

Esmeralda hovered lower and caught a whiff of cinnamon and baking bread and sighed. Food was one of the things she envied about humans. So many choices and such wonderful aromas. A few times, she’d tried to deviate from her diet of honey and flower nectars but regretted it, retching for days afterward. Lowering down, she paused outside a bakery with its doors open, and the smells wafting from inside made her place a hand over her stomach.

She closed her eyes briefly, indulging in the mouthwatering scents. Transforming into human-size, she wondered if just a nibble or a lick of icing would make her bemoan it later. She kept her invisibility shield up, debating, when a solid weight suddenly smacked into her back, and she crumbled to the ground. Her shield shattered.

“Oooaf. Sorry about that,” a man in a baker’s apron said. “I didn’t see you there.” A tray full of cinnamon rolls and muffins had spilled out onto the street. “Are you okay?” The man rose and offered her a hand.

“Y-you can see me?” she asked, her voice squeaking.

“Well, now I can.” Icing clung to his apron and other stains were smeared across the front. Most of the stains appeared newly made. She’d made a mess of his food.

“Sorry. I can fix this.” Where was her wand? She glanced around. It had pierced a muffin.

“A little early for a costume party.” He bent down and returned the salvageable muffins— the ones that hadn’t landed face down on the sidewalk— to the tray.

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Author Photo AndreaAndrea R. Cooper writes fantasy, paranormal, historical and romantic suspense.

Her favorite childhood memories revolved around creating vibrant characters for her friends, and then acting out their adventures. Inside her fantasy worlds of darkened forests, dragon-filled glades, and iced islands, nothing was banned. From the ethereal Elvin to the most maligned Vampires, all were welcome in her fictional realities, a stark contrast to her home, where the magical and mythical was forbidden.

 

Six of the Best #Vikings #6BestHop

VIKING FLAME ANDREA R COOPER (2)Bram smirked, but climbed down the side of the ship and into the rowboat. The first mate, one who always glared at him with a bleeding gummed snarl, and scurvy, snatch the oar. Without waiting for Bram to settle into the boat, the man pushed off with the oars. Bram fell against the back of the boat with a grunt.

“I paid your Captain handsomely to see me safely to shore.”

“Aye.” The man rowed, but his scowl did not lessen. Cliffs rose up on one side of the ocean and waves churned against the rocks.

Near the beach, the man quit rowing and yanked out a knife.

Bram didn’t move. “You go against your Captain’s orders t—”

“You made it to shore. That’s all we’s promised.” He spat at Bram’s boots. “No one said anything about you living afterwards.” When he dove forward, Bram ducked to the side and snatched the sailor’s arm, pinning it to his side. When the sailor slung with his free arm, Bram increased the pressure until the man was on his knees.

“Cease, or I will break your arm.” If it wasn’t for his pledge to Morga, he’d have snapped the man’s arm already. Once his contract was signed with the Laird, then he’d be free to fight in Ireland—or at least against other Vikings and rival Irishmen. The man continued to struggle, “Or perhaps a leg as well? What will your Captain say if you return without your weapon and injured? Will he be merciful and allow you to recover or throw you to the sharks?”

“Heathen scum!” He twisted his body to escape Bram’s grip.

As he did, Bram snapped the man’s wrist backward and the first mate let out a howl before the blade came closer to Bram’s chest.

“Now, hand me the knife.” When the man glared at him, he increased pressure on the bent wrist. “Or this heathen might do worse so that not even the sharks would want you.”

The first mate gulped and released his hold of the knife.

Bram broke his hold and snatched the blade out of the air before it hit the water. “Tell your Captain, I will not forget his hospitality nor will any of my eight brothers.”

The man paled. “What brings you to our island? To rape our women and pillage our churches?”

“No.” Bram rose and tucked the small blade into his boot. “To find my bride.”

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Author Photo AndreaAndrea R. Cooper writes fantasy, paranormal, historical and romantic suspense.

Her favorite childhood memories revolved around creating vibrant characters for her friends, and then acting out their adventures. Inside her fantasy worlds of darkened forests, dragon-filled glades, and iced islands, nothing was banned. From the ethereal Elvin to the most maligned Vampires, all were welcome in her fictional realities, a stark contrast to her home, where the magical and mythical was forbidden.

 

Modern Magic – New Release #fairytale retelling

Modern Magic

This spellbinding anthology features modern and sexy spins on four classic fairy tales that will enchant you by Jennifer DeCuir, Stephanie Cage, Andrea R. Cooper, and Nancy C. Weeks.

What if Cinderella ditched the prince’s ball and sent her fairy godmother to find love in her place?

Suppose a streetwise hero hired to steal an all-powerful Genie (stuck in a flash drive rather than a brass lamp) for a tech company ended up running for his life with the CEO’s gorgeous, intelligent daughter?

Or what if the bed that a certain golden-tressed girl accidentally napped in belonged to the hot and famous middle brother of a notorious boy band?

Can you envision the sparks that might fly if a bitter and downright beastly wheelchair-bound woman propositioned a handsome bookseller to stay with her in exchange for her rare book collection?

EXCERPTFairy Trouble

His smile made her heart flutter faster than her wings. Even though he worked in a bakery, muscles filled out the sleeves of his white chef’s jacket, and his stomach was flat. The blue in his eyes was brighter than a summer day.

“Look, I know it’s late notice and we don’t know each other, but are you going to the ball tomorrow? It’s a costume one, and you can even wear a mask if you want.” He cocked his head to the side as he tucked the empty tray under his arm.

“And your fairy costume and indigo hair might win you the grand prize.”

“What’s the reward?” She twirled her wand, dropped it, and then scrambled after it.

“A dance with the prince.”

“Excuse me?” Her ears perked up. Did this guy know Cindy’s prince? She glanced at the name embroidered on his jacket: Ryan.

“Well, he’s not a real prince”—her shoulders slumped—“but he’s richer than any prince.” Ryan’s eyes narrowed slightly as if judging her. “The billionaire heir of Murphy Enterprises?” He seemed to be looking for some kind of recognition.

She placed a hand on her hip. “Am I supposed to know who that is?”

For a moment, he stared at her. “You really don’t know, do you?” She shook her head. Humans were so difficult. Fairies always spoke what was on their minds. “No, I don’t know this Murphy or his enterprises.”

A taxi honked as it swerved around a slow bus. There were more people on the streets now, and she wanted to just poof away to go find Cindy, but she couldn’t with this human standing before her. And for some reason, she liked the idea of him thinking she was a human, too. If she went poof before his eyes, he’d think he was losing his mind, since humans by and large didn’t know fairies existed—unless they were one of the lucky ones who had a fairy godmother. And those few who did know often didn’t believe.

 

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Author Photo AndreaAndrea R. Cooper writes fantasy, paranormal, historical and romantic suspense.

Her favorite childhood memories revolved around creating vibrant characters for her friends, and then acting out their adventures. Inside her fantasy worlds of darkened forests, dragon-filled glades, and iced islands, nothing was banned. From the ethereal Elvin to the most maligned Vampires, all were welcome in her fictional realities, a stark contrast to her home, where the magical and mythical was forbidden.