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Publication Date: May 31, 2015
Genre:
Fantasy, Romance, New Adult, Paranormal
Digital ISBN: 978-0-9965756-4-5
Print
ISBN: 978-0-9965756-5-2
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A Bitter Betrayal
Stella
Stonewall exposed her scaly side to save the man she loves, the soulful and
sexy Ewan Bristol. But her troubles have only just begun. A treacherous
betrayal at the hands of a trusted confidante leaves her running for her life.
An Impossible Choice
An
unlikely savior offers Stella a way out, but it means leaving everything—and
everyone—behind. Can she give up the only home, the only friends she’s ever
known to save herself?
A Chance to Have It All
Stella
learns of an ancient curse that, if lifted, could change everything. To alter
the course of history she must trust her former lover Rowan Gresham, and she
must trust the machinations of fate: that she may be the key to it all.
Betrayal
Foretold is a fast-paced, emotional ride through the mesmerizing world of
Thayer. This third book in the Descended of Dragons series, a new adult fantasy
romance, is a can’t-put-it-down story of loss and self-invention, of survival,
and of the selfless pursuit to secure the happiness of friends.
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Excerpt (792 words)
Time
spent alone is precious.
It’s
cleansing, it’s rejuvenating, it’s fortifying—until it’s not. I had
soul-searched and introspected until my deficiencies clung to me like a throng
of specters.
Over
the last few days, the people of Thayer had learned dragons were not, in fact,
wiped out hundreds of years before, and word had spread like wildfire that I
was a member of the notoriously villainous species. My world turned upside down
in a flash, and the capricious tide of public sentiment turned against me.
I
sat, licking deep emotional wounds in the primitive cabin deserted only days
before by the three Drakontos dragons—and my relatives—my Grandmother Bay, my
Uncle Eiven, and my cousin Stryde. An official Radix committee and the
Thayerian authorities conducted searches and quizzed my known associates to
learn both my whereabouts and the extent of their knowledge.
My
friends had proved faithful and generous in the days since I’d fled our magical
grad school, Radix Citadel for Supernatural Learning, or The Root, as most
commonly referred to it. But my friends couldn’t be expected to spend every
waking moment at my cabin hideaway. Ewan, Boone and Timbra, and sometimes Layla
visited when there was no risk of being followed, but it hadn’t been frequently
enough to stave off my loneliness.
My
arms hung at my sides as I stood in the center of the cabin, too restless to
sit, to read, to think. The absence of sound was so prevalent that every tiny
noise seemed to roar in contrast: the scratch of a branch against the roof, the
drag-tick of an old clock, the whistle of wind through the dense forest.
“Hello,”
a deep voice called from outside. “Stell?”
Ewan.
Thank God. I raced through the cabin door and found him standing just beyond
the front porch. Ewan Bristol rarely deviated from wearing black, and when he
did, it wasn’t far. A dark blue V-neck lent contrast to his skin, which tanned
easily and well.
I
crashed into him, holding him close, and delighted in the solidness of him.
Ewan always smelled of the forest, of juniper or fir, and I inhaled his scent
while I had the opportunity; before he could leave again. I closed my eyes and
absorbed the comfort of his arms, of his warm body.
It
wasn’t just that I was so lonely I’d begun talking to the furniture. I missed
the sexy squint his eyes took on, the uneven slide of his lips when he thought
I was funny or clever. I missed the way his mouth went slack when my top
slipped to reveal too much cleavage. I missed his level-headed advice and
unyielding support. I missed the way people stopped and listened when he spoke.
I missed Ewan.
“Hi,”
I said and beamed up at him. His pleasure mirrored mine. It was there for me to
see, completely unguarded in the depths of his dark eyes.
He
kissed me high on the cheekbone before finding my mouth. Think me arrogant if you
like, but I’ve always considered Ewan and me the best kissers ever to lay lips
on one another. My mouth fit perfectly against his, his full lips complementing
my smaller ones. With a groan, he pulled me so tightly into him I gasped for
breath. He had missed me, too.
My
Radix-issued personal interactive assistant, which I’d named Pia, chirped from
the cabin just as I felt a buzz through the fabric of Ewan’s shorts.
“Stella,”
Pia called, “you have received a message from Dean Livia Miles.” I shot a
questioning glance at Ewan, who shrugged and fumbled in his pocket for his own
device.
When
I didn’t answer right away, Pia repeated the notification. “Stella, you have
received a message from Dean Livia Miles.”
I
hurried inside to see what Dean Miles could possibly be sending. The last I’d
heard, she was on a vicious rampage to condemn and disgrace me.
When
I emerged from the cabin, still scrolling to access the message, Ewan’s posture
was bunched, coiled. A toy soldier wound too tight.
I
dropped my arms to my sides, still clutching Pia in one hand. “Ewan? Ewan,
what’s wrong?”
When
he looked up, his dark eyes were black holes within his blood-drained face.
Someone
died. What else could produce such a severe response?
“She…”
Ewan cleared his throat. “She sent the entire school your journal entry.”
“What?
Who did? What are you talking about? What journal entry?”
His
face held such pity. “Dean Miles. She sent the entire campus a student journal
entry you wrote detailing your dragon, your family…everything.” Ewan whispered
the last. He walked to the fire pit and slid onto a log seat.  |
| Jen Crane |
About the Author
Though
she grew up on a working cattle ranch, Jen Crane has been into fantasy and
sci-fi since seeing a bootleg tape of The
Princess Bride.
Jen has a
master’s degree and solid work histories in government and non-profit
administration. But just in the nick of time she pronounced life too real for nonfiction. She now creates
endearing characters and alternate realms filled with adventure, magic, and
love.
Jen is
happily living out her dream in The South with her husband and three children,
striking that delicate balance between inspiration and frustration.
Book 2 in
Jen's new fantasy romance series, Descended of Dragons, was selected by
iTunes/iBooks as "Our Pick" in fantasy/sci-fi.
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