#NewRelease! Flip the Trope: #Romance Gone Wild
I’m excited to announce my new Heartland Fae series! The first story in the series, “Eva’s Homecoming,” is making its debut in this fabulous anthology edited by USA Today best-selling author Virginia Nelson. Twelve authors, twelve great stories. Read on for more details on the anthology plus an excerpt from Eva’s Homecoming. Happy reading!
Title: Flip The Trope: Romance Gone Wild
Edited by: Virginia Nelson
Genre: Adult, contemporary and paranormal romance
Heat Levels: Sweet, Spicy, Hot
Word count/pages: 243K/896pp
Cover Artist:Virginia Nelson
Release date: August 24, 2021
We heard the readers asking for something different, and we’ve delivered! Twelve brand new, romance stories all in one great anthology–and each one flips at least one beloved romance trope. From sweet contemporary romance to spicy paranormals, this anthology includes multiple USA Today bestselling authors and other names you know and love. Each story is marked with genre and heat level, so settle down to have your expectations twisted and fall in love with unusual heroes!
Stories in this collection:
- Eva’s Homecoming – Celia Breslin
- Whims of Witches – L. J. Longo
- Small Town Prince Charming – Megan Slayer
- Damaged and the Damned – USA Today Bestselling author Deena Remiel
- The Man of My Dreams – David von Schlichten
- A Timeless Heart – Siobhan Muir
- Back to Grace – USA Today Bestselling author Katie Kenyhercz
- Asta and the She Wolves – Marci Baun
- The O’Connell Way – Jambrea Jo Jones
- Plays and Parchment – Heather Geoffries
- Angels and Demons, Inc. – Louise McGinnis
- Her Wolfy Prince – USA Today Bestselling author Virginia Nelson
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Eva’s Homecoming Excerpt
(After several years away Eva O’Reilly is finally home. Sadly, with her mother’s sudden passing and no other living relatives, Eva is alone. And hurting.
Angus of the Tuatha Dé Danaan is elated his one true love has finally returned. There are just two problems: she can’t see him or remember the Fae folk even exist…)
…Angus stood in the center of the garden, throat tight and burning, a huge gulp of air trapped in his lungs.
Around him, a dozen diminutive flower fairies cavorted among the flora, chortling with glee. “She’s here, she’s here, our Eva is here!”
His gaze targeted the back door, body taut as he awaited his first glimpse of the female he loved. The only one he would ever love. Mo chroí, my heart. My heart walks the world, outside my body. “Come back to me.”
His voice was barely audible above the incessant chatter of the flower fairies. “We sang to her. She heard us! She liked it.”
“Hush,” he commanded, and they fell silent, vibrating with gleeful anticipation.
Seven years without her. The longest, loneliest bloody years of his basically eternal existence…
Eva stared out at the yard with haunted, brown eyes. Dark circles like the ones she’d sported months ago at the wake and funeral marred the perfection of her milky skin. He wanted to lay gentle kisses on her eyelids, nip the tip of her nose with its light dusting of freckles, lave her lips with his tongue then push it between those perfect lips…
“See me, Eva,” he whispered.
“See us,” Rosina echoed.
Eva cocked her head and touched her ear as if in response to their words. The incessant giggling of the flower fairies ceased, an expectant hush falling over the garden.
Though consumed with sorrow, Eva surveyed the yard with appreciation. Angus and the flower fairies had been tending to the yard and garden since she’d left. There was little to be done in the winter months but in the Fall, they’d trimmed and raked, then planted, pruned, and watered in Spring and Summer. Jasmine, lavender, and other blooming plants scented the air, and he watched his female take a deep breath.
Her shoulders seemed to lose some tension as she took in the neatly trimmed yard and carefully curated garden. “It’s perfect,” she said.
Angus’s heart swelled with pride at a job well done only to stutter in agony when her lovely brown eyes lingered on the central spot where he stood yet looked right through him.
“No. No, no, no,” he whispered. See me this time, Eva. Let the curse be gone.
Mrs. Murphy joined Eva near the door. “He tended it for you. From the moment you went off to school.”
“What?” Eva scanned the yard, then returned her attention to the spot where he stood surrounded by the flower fairies, all of them quivering with excitement.
“The garden, girl. He looked after it for you.”
Lines formed in Eva’s forehead, and her attention shifted to Mrs. Murphy. “I don’t understand, who did?”
He bowed his head and rubbed his brow. Each time she returns she still cannot See. My fault. All of this. Mine.