Happy Thursday, friends! Today, I have decided to drop the title of my Fae-Cursed sequel. Why? I dunno, why not? As an author, I should be doing all the pre-release hype and at least teasing the title a little. Well, I’m not going to. I’m not convinced my pre-release hype has that much effect anyway. I was meandering through my Facebook memories this morning and found myself from two years ago having the exact same excitement about dropping the title of The Nameless, so I figure why not go rogue and do the same with the sequel today? There are no rules, right? And punk rock is at the heart of the Fae-Cursed story, so let’s go!
A word on the Fae-Cursed universe. The first book, The Nameless, introduces cursed twins, Lucky and Chance, who lost their real names and their mortality in early 1900s New York City to a powerful Fae monarch. They lived until present day without any interaction or interference from the Fae, but when Lucky makes a bold move only he could manage, the Otherworld takes notice of the twins. Along the way with their touring punk band and bassist named Johnny, they also meet a woman who has mysterious ties to their past. That’s when everything gets weird.
The sequel follows the twins into a new unknown, one where it seems like the whole of the Otherworld has them in its sights. Also one where powerful beings beyond the Fae have also taken notice. At least now they have a crew who knows their secret for the first time in their lives. Becka and Johnny stick by the twins’ sides as they navigate a whole new web of Fae intrigue and intricacies, war, fate, and history.
But first, a very small excerpt:
“You were looking for me,” he says in a soft and smooth tone that seems to dance along the wave caps.
I swallow the jitters that rise at the sound of him and say, “I wasn’t, actually.”
I don’t look up at him though, of course, I want to, so I don’t know what expression he’s wearing when he says, “You have been for days.”
Damn. I guess there’s no denying it to him. How does he even know?
“I didn’t want to, though.”
What a pathetic defense. I think he shifts and I know his eyes are on me. I can feel his attention deep in my bones.
“Nonetheless,” he says quietly.
That one word nearly brings my eyes up. I think that tone is amusement but I can’t say for sure. Still, I stubbornly deny him my full attention, like that will make this any easier.
My gut is full of butterflies and the tremors echo outward into my limbs. The worst part of this isn’t even that he’s right. It’s an inkling of an idea that I had earlier today. I take a long breath in hopes the shake won’t come through in the words I’m about to say.
“I have something for you, if you choose to accept. As payment.”
The Stolen releases August 16th.
Aj Elmore, Author 