Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Rise and Fall Flash Fiction- The Argument

The Argument
Kaye Draper

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Alain pushed the sleep-rumpled hair out of his eyes and rolled over on his belly to regard Henrick. The gorgeous Risen lay on his back with arms tucked under his head and his raven wings folded beneath him. He turned to Alain and gave him a fond smile.
“Finally awake?” The redhead asked, reaching out to tousle Alain’s hair.
Alain captured his hand and pressed a kiss into the palm. “Who’s fault is that?”
Henrick turned that fascinating shade of red, his blush clashing with his flaming hair. “Mmm…”
Alain grinned up at him, continuing their conversation from the night before. “Just let me do it.”
Henrick stared at him for a moment, then sighed. “No. No way.”
Alain narrowed his eyes at the big man. “Chicken.”
“Is it really that important to you?” Henrick said, although Alain could tell he already knew the answer.
“Yes,” Alain said immediately. “I want to see how you look.” He gave Henrick a dreamy look.
The Risen frowned. “No.”
They were still arguing when they descended to breakfast, and Win and Reeve overheard them as they came down the stairs.
“It won’t hurt much, and then it will go numb right after anyway,” Alain said, insistent. Who knew his big, glorious preternatural warrior was such a coward. “Look, I’ll do it quick.”
Henrick threw up his hands. “No. It's not the pain I’m afraid of anyway.”
Alain paused at the bottom of the stairs to stare up at Henrick. “You’re embarrassed, aren’t you? Chicken.”
Henrick crossed his arms and glowered, his blue eyes murderous. “Stop calling me a chicken.”
Alain smirked. “Bah-gawk!”
Henrick glared at him for a moment more, and Alain began to wonder if he might actually be angry for real.
Then the redhead tilted his head and mischief came into his eyes. One moment he was a towering red-haired, black-winged Risen. The next moment, Alain was staring down at the red and black chicken that had taken his place.
The human blinked in surprise. Then he burst into laughter.
He joined his brother Reeve and Henrick's sister Win at the table, where the newlyweds sat sipping coffee and watching Alain and Henrick’s antics. Alain popped into the kitchen long enough to obtain a tray of steaming flapjacks and sausage. He sat down to dig in, and the chicken hopped up to perch on the end of his plank bench.
“You aren’t seriously going to stay like that,” Alain said around a mouthful of buttery heaven. “You are ridiculous. I’m telling you, just let me do it.”
The chicken merely ruffled its feathers and tucked its head under a wing as if settling in for a nap.
Alain finished his breakfast, laughing all the while.
He glanced up when he was done to find Reeve slightly red about the ears and studying his coffee cup. Win grinned at Alain. He must have missed an inside joke.
He stood and stretched. Taking his dishes back to the kitchen, he left them with the innkeeper with a nod of thanks. Then he returned to the common area. “Well,” he said to no one in particular. “I was going to ask Henrick if he wanted to come to the general store with me, thought he might like to go for a stroll…but apparently he’s too chicken.
Henrick fluttered down from his perch and strutted over to the door, where he regarded Alain with beady eyes. Alain rolled his eyes and went to stand over him. “You can’t go like that.”
His only answer was a firm bah-gawk from his featherbrained companion.
A couple of hours later, Alain returned to the inn, his spirits notably the worse for wear. He came through the door chastising the chicken, completely oblivious to the fact that Win and Reeve had been joined by their cousins Dal and Iris.
“I can’t believe you are being so childish,” he was saying as he held the door open for the chicken. “I told you, I just want to do it once. What’s the big deal? If you don’t like it, I’ll take it out. You can do it to me too, if you want.”
He strode by the others, oblivious to their round eyes. “Never mind,” he said to the chicken Henrick. “I’m tired of arguing with you. You can’t even give me this one little thing.”
A wave of energy rolled over him and Alain spun to find Henrick back in his real form. “Fine!” He said, grabbing Alain’s wrist and dragging him toward the stairs. “Fine, let’s do it right now and get it over with!”
Alain grinned as he was hauled up the stairs toward their shared room. Finally.
Win, Dal, Reeve, and Iris sat down to a game of cards. Win hummed as she dealt out the cards, but Reeve sat back and tapped his finger on the table, looking pissed. Every once in a while he glanced toward the stairs.
Dal couldn’t help but poke at him.
“They’re being awfully quiet up there,” he said, picking up his cards. “I wonder what in the world they could be doing?”
Iris raised an eyebrow. Win opened her mouth as if to say something, but there was a bang from upstairs and Alain came running down the stairs. “Hey, Win,” he said, a bit breathless. “Do you have an old handkerchief I could borrow. I’m pretty sure he’s going to bleed.”
Reeve made a choked noise and high-tailed it to the kitchen. Alain tilted his head and watched him go. “What’s wrong with him?”
Win laughed. “Indigestion.” Then she followed him back up the stairs. “I’ve got an old one you can use. I don’t mind if it gets stained. But are you really going to make him bleed? It shouldn’t be that bad, should it?”
Alain shrugged. “You never know. I’ve done it plenty of times back in Hurst. Sometimes you get a bleeder.”
A few moments later, Win returned to find Reeve sitting at the table with the others, clutching his cards and looking ill. She sat beside him with a smile.
“Are you really okay with that?” He demanded.
Win shrugged and gave him a placid look. “Of course. They can do what they want.”
They had barely made it through a hand of cards when Alain and Henrick came down the stairs. Alain was grinning. He patted Henrick on the shoulder. “You look dashing. I knew you would.”
Henrick lifted a big hand to tug at the new earring that graced his earlobe. “Hmph.”
Dal glanced from Reeve’s confused face to Win’s smirk and burst out laughing. “All that was about an earring?”
Henrick glared at Dal, then Alain. “See, people are staring at me. I knew they’d stare!”
Alain petted his red head affectionately. Then he noticed the others staring at them from the table. “What?” He asked, surprised. “What did you think we were arguing about?”
Win only smiled. “Me? An earring, of course. You borrowed it from me yesterday, after all.”
Reeve put his head in his hands and looked like he was about to fall over.
But Dal, ever the font of circumspect delicacy piped up, “Alain, we thought you were a beast!”
Alain frowned at him in feigned confusion. “You guys need a hobby.” He stood on tiptoes to whisper in Henrick’s ear, at a clearly audible stage whisper. “We’ll talk about that other thing later.”

Then he watched in complete satisfaction as Henrick’s confused face turned from white to that adorable lobster red in a flash while Reeve was suddenly overcome by a coughing fit. 

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Sunday, August 14, 2016

New e-book out today! Rise and Fall, Earth and Sky Book 2

When I wrote Earth and Sky, I wrote it with a nice happy ending. But I always knew there was so much more to this world, so many ideas living inside my head. So I am beyond geeked out to share with you that the EARTH AND SKY SAGA is now... a saga. Book 2, RISE AND FALL comes out today, and there are two more books soon to follow.

Book 2 follows the story of Wren and Ville's children, Henrick and Win as they get up to the sort of trouble only the Varg-Wei family can. Forbidden love, magic, and just a touch of steampunk. Oh--and there's airship pirates...

      The war has ended, but the world isn't the peaceful utopia the Fallen emperor and Shifter queen envisioned for their powerful mixed-breed children.
      Henrick knew there would be trouble when he followed his sister to a shady tavern on the border lands, but he never imagined his fiery twin's penchant for mayhem could be quite this bad.
      Drawn into his sister's mischief, Henrick helps her elope with her human lover—a man of an outcast race who is little more than a slave. But Henrick soon finds himself swept up in a taboo love affair of his own—and race and social class are the least of his problems.
      While attempting save the lives of his soulmate and his sister from the hands of slavers and air pirates, Henrick finds himself embroiled in the machinations of a madman—a Shifter bent on framing Henrick and Win's parents for murder and starting a world war. Now he must journey into the desert wastes and through the infamous Floating City to save the ones he loves.

      A big brother's work is never done.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Random Book Review- Half A King by Joe Abercrombie

Book reviews aren't something I do often...if ever...on my blog. But I just enjoyed this so much I had to.

I want to preface this by saying that I am a romance/fantasy/paranormal/magic/adventure sort of girl. Straight up or "hard" fantasy usually isn't my thing. (Though I am a LOTR geek- but that predates being legally old enough to buy smutty books...) So it is amazing to me that it dawned on me to even try this book--let alone love it.

The thing that caught my attention when browsing in my local used book store was the beautiful cover.
Then I read the description- a one-handed weakling of a prince that everyone hates is suddenly king? Well, okay! I love an underdog.

But it was more than that. This book was engaging from the beginning to end. It is full of twists and turns, and watching the main character grow into a "deep cunning man" is absolutely amazing. I won't say too much more because I don't want to ruin the plot. Just read it!

I would have liked more romance... .but that's just me.

I thought the twists were well over by the last chapter, but the author kept me going "What?!" til the last page. Wonderfully executed.

And even better, if you are daunted by fantasy- it isn't a long book, for it's genre, clocking in at just 345 pages.

Friday, July 8, 2016

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Have a great weekend, my friends.


Saturday, June 25, 2016

Earth and Sky Extra- Hustle And The Bustle

Hustle and the Bustle
Kaye Draper

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Ibbe took her plate to the sideboard and examined the fruit bowl. She didn’t particularly need to eat, but she did enjoy fruit. And if she ate unnecessarily, maybe she would gain some padding. She thought of Wren’s voracious appetite and suppressed a smile.

The sound of boot heels in the hallway announced Marshall’s arrival. He strode to the table and pulled out a chair, then paused for a moment, brown wings outspread in surprise. Ibbe straightened her spine and kept her attention on transferring pieces of tart green apple and plump berries onto her plate.

“Ibbe—what is that thing on your ass?” Marshall whispered.
Ibbe deigned to give him a glare over her shoulder, resettling her own wings before she continued her task. “Marshall, don’t say ass.”

Her brother straightened and came to join her at the sideboard. “Sorry, sorry,” he said amiably. “What is that device perched on your…fanny?”

Ibbe gritted her teeth and turned to make her way to the table. “Bustle, Marshall. It’s called a bustle. They’ve been around for hundreds of years. They’re becoming quite popular in town these days. All the human girls are wearing them.”

Marshall trailed her to the table, where she had set her plate down and begun to set out glasses and silverware for the others.

“Honestly,” Marshall said, tilting his head to watch her form as she moved. “That’s Godsawful.”

Ibbe ignored him.

He followed her around the table, reaching out a hand to poke at her dress.

“What are you doing?” She said, whirling to face him. then, realizing she had lost to his teasing, she turned away to pour out fresh blackberry juice for everyone.

Marashall sidled closer. “I just want to touch it.” He poked at her again. “What’s it made out of?” He pinched the bustle. “Padding of some sort?”

She swatted his hand away.

“It’s strange though,” Marshal muttered, thoughtful. “It reminds me of something…”

His contemplation was interrupted by the arrival of Ville and Wren.
“Good morning,” Ville said with his typical good natured smile.

The wolf followed him, her frizzy red hair hastily pinned up into a messy bun, and wearing one of Ibbe’s borrowed dresses. She was a wonderfully wild thing, as always.

Marshall’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of the dress, which fit Ibbe perfectly, but on Wren brushed the floor and stretched painfully tight over her generous bottom.

Ibbe cleared her throat. Her brother was an idiot. “There’s fruit on the sideboard,” she said to the other woman. “And the cook is bringing a plate of meat for you.”

Wren made her way to the sideboard and started helping herself, still looking like she was half asleep. Marshall grinned and went to join her.

“Oh! You have one too,” he cooed, right before he reached out and grabbed a double handful of the redhead’s generous bottom.

Wren didn’t immediately murder him the way Ibbe expected. Instead, plate still in hand, she slowly turned to regard him with a glare that should have withered him where he stood.

“What do you think you are doing?” Her brown eyes narrowed as the wolf in them came closer to the surface, and her alpha aura surged. “Let go of my ass!”

His hands still wandering, Marshall turned to his sister as if he were a tattling child. “Ibbe, she said ass. I thought we weren’t supposed to say ass.”

He finally relented and released the Shifter. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I thought you had a bustle too!”

Ville crossed his arms over his broad chest, his face serene, but his blue eyes snapping with anger, and his massive raven-black wings half spread. “You knew it wasn’t a bustle.”

Marshall came to a halt in front of him, out of earshot of Wren, who was now ignoring them in favor of the newly arrived tray of roasted meats. He clapped his hands together as if praying. “Forgive me,” he begged. “I just couldn’t help it!”

Ville raised an eyebrow, then went to join Wren, commenting on her heaping plate as he looked over her shoulder. Tilting his head Marshall’s way, he very slowly and deliberately stroked a hand over that lovely bottom.

At a look from Wren, he smiled patiently. “Dust,” he assured her. “I was just brushing it off.”

Wren shook her head and went back to her food, Ignoring the fact that Ville was still fondling her curves.

The dark Fallen ruler gave Marshall a smirk.

Returning to the table, Wren gave Ibbe an eye roll that said she knew full well what the men were up to, but didn’t give a whit. She knew who was really in control in this situation, and it wasn’t the two blockhead males.

Ibbe pulled out her chair and attempted to sit, but her bustle got in the way, making the maneuver awkward and uncomfortable.

“Oh, for the love of the Gods!” she muttered, abandoning the attempt and flouncing from the room to go change her clothes.

Marshall and Ville glanced at each other and burst out laughing, leaving Wren to arch a questioning brow at them.

Marshall patted her hand. “Imitation is a type of flattery you know, dear.” He winked.

Wren snorted. “absurd. Ibbe hates me. Besides, who in their right mind would want an ass like mine?” She said around a mouthful of bacon.

Ville hid a smile behind his glass of juice as the men shared a knowing smile.

We aren’t supposed to say ass, “Marshall reminded her primly, as he got the whole meat tray and sat it by her elbow.


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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

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Monday, June 13, 2016

Earth and Sky Extra- Morning Mischief

Morning Mischief
Kaye Draper

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Wren indulged in a full-body stretch, warm and content. It was new to her, waking up slowly to warmth and happiness, rather than weariness and war. She turned her head, pillowed on her lover’s arm, to find Ville regarding her with a soft smile. “Good morning,” the Fallen Angel breathed, reaching out to tuck a curl behind her ear.

Wren smiled back, like a child presented with candy. “Were you watching me sleep?”

He winked at her. “Actually, I was hoping you would wake up soon.” He arched an eyebrow and sent a meaningful glance toward the surface where she slept.

Win gasped when she realized that she was lying on one raven-black wing. She must have rolled onto it in the night. “Oh Gods! I’m sorry!”
Ibbe curled her lip as the scent of roasted meet wafted at her. The angel-winged Fallen moved the tray she carried out to one side to avoid the fumes. Their guest was depraved. What kind of creature actually ate seared cow flesh? She heaved a mental sigh.

Cresting the top of the winding staircase that led from the more public areas of the Aerie, she made her way down the cool corridor toward Ville’s private suite. Thankfully, Ville had left before dawn yesterday to lead practice drills with some young recruits, and wasn’t expected back until this afternoon. She wouldn’t have to worry about interrupting anything…not that she allowed herself to even think about what she might be interrupting. 

She stifled a shudder. What was her cousin thinking, letting the enemy into his bed? He was the empeor for the love of the Gods!

She raised a hand to knock on the wooden door, but stopped when she heard a distinctive hiss from the other side of the portal.

“Get off it!” Ville’s deep voice urged, somewhat breathless. “It’s gone numb.”

Wren’s voice warbled with a mixture of humor and horror. “Oh—Oh Gods, I’m sorry. I’m not used to this yet.”

Ville moaned. “Neither am I. I’m used to waking up alone.”

“Gods, it’s so huge, I can barely lift it. Wait…does rubbing it help?” Wren asked, her voice urgent.

“Yes. That feels wonderful!” Ville groaned and Ibbe felt herself flush. “Don’t stop, the feeling’s coming back,” he all but purred in that rich bass.

“I’m getting on top,” Wren said firmly.

A laugh and a stifled grunt from Ville. “Not so rough. No—yes, harder. Oh Gods!”

“Oh be quiet and take it like a man. You’re being dramatic,” the Shifter demanded.

“Oh—“ He let out an ecstatic moan and silence descended.

Wren froze at the sound of a crash outside the bedroom door. Patting Ville’s back, she climbed off the bed and went to see what the commotion was.

She opened the door and glanced from the scattered tray of food to Ville. “The hallway is empty. What was that all about?”

He shrugged and rolled his shoulders around experimentally extending and flexing his wings. “Thanks for the massage. The wing muscles feel much better now.”

Downstairs, Ibbe reached the dining room, her wings half spread in agitation, and found her brother lounging at the table reading the paper. “Don’t go upstairs,” she advised with a shudder. Shifters are such beasts. She’s…so aggressive!”  

Marshall grinned at his sister’s flaming cheeks. She was a warrior, but she could be such a prude sometimes. “Well in that case, maybe I should...”

Ibbe narrowed her eyes at him then gave him a simpering smile. He had made the same mistake Ibbe had in thinking the girl was alone. “Well, you could…but I think Ville’s got it handled.”

Marshall sank back in his seat and sighed. “Ah well. Can’t blame a man for trying.”

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