Hello everyone! I'm Lex Chase and I want to thank Tali Spencer for having me here today to kick off the Bayou Fairy Tale Blog Tour! Bayou is the sequel to Americana Fairy Tale and tells the tale of fuck-up fairy tale princess dude Taylor Hatfield and his true love a jackass redneck huntsman by the name of Corentin Devereaux. After they saved the world once, their quiet retired life is interrupted when destiny comes knocking. Rude. It's up to Taylor and Corentin to save Enchants and mundanes from the machinations of one apple turned rotten to the core.
Tali asked me to share a snippet of my latest WIP which, problem as I'm currently working on Urban Fairy Tale, the final book in The Screw-Up Princess and Skillful Huntsman series. And everywhere you look it's spoilers all over the freaking place.
Yeah. It's like that. So instead, I'm sharing a snippet of one of my DSP Publications releases coming in 2017 called Grow. It's a post-apocalyptic tale of after humanity as we know it goes extinct and a new race evolves called blooms. One curious bloom named Iris defies the law as he tries to uncover the ancient history of a creature once called "man." Enjoy!
Grow by Lex Chase
Coming 2017 from DSP Publications
Iris stared at the markings on the pages. None of them made a damn bit of sense as they had said. He had been at it for hours. If anyone caught him after lights out with contraband, there would be a swift, severe punishment. Execution even. Torture if he was lucky.
He compared the symbols one more time to the thick cover with the blue, fluffy lop-eared creature and the fuzzy orange one with pointy ears.
He put his finger on the blue one and rubbed over the worn, stained fibers. He tried to sound it out.
“Dooooawg,” he said and tried his luck with the orange thing. “Caaaat-tuh.”
Maybe? he thought. Was that close?
No one could know he could read.
A flicker of torchlight flittered through the crawl space grate and Iris slinked away into the back corner. He smashed himself to the wet, rusty walls and held his breath.
Footsteps paused before the grate. Beads of sweat flushed across Iris’s forehead.
His pen lay just outside the grate in plain view.
Fuck! The pen! The pen! They’d take his fingers for having the ancient item.
He closed his eyes. “Don’t look down,” he whispered. “Don’t look down.”
The night watchman turned away, and Iris relaxed. Relieved.
Until the man’s foot crunched on the plastic casing of the pen.
Shit. The man jerked back at the unusual sound, hunting in a panic for the offending source.
Iris scrambled out of the hidden entrance to the crawl space. He had to get away. Sneaking around the corner, Iris crashed chest to chest with the night watchman. Both stumbled back then Iris immediately snapped to attention. Swallowing hard, he cast a discreet glance to the man’s insignia badge. He internally groaned at the image of a wasp.
“What are you doing up in the dark, Harvester?” Wasp asked, narrowing his eyes.
Iris kept his eyes forward. “I have reason to believe I have discovered contraband, sir.”
Wasp frowned. “How so?” he held up the pen. “This strange stick?”
“Yes, sir,” Iris said. “I have examined it. I have found it can make marks.”
Wasp held it up to the torchlight and squinted at the yellow barrel. “Make marks? Like in clay and sand?”
“No, sir,” Iris said. “On hard surfaces. Where no marks can be made without tools.”
Wasp gasped, stumbling in shock. “Hard surfaces?” He handed it back quickly.
Iris hoped that would be the end of it and Wasp would continue on his way. Simply tell him to return to his quarters and wait for light time.
“Show me,” Wasp commanded.
Iris’s heart hammered. If he didn’t he’d raise too much suspicion and Wasp would report back to his hive. He nodded and held the pen in one hand and held out his opposite palm.
“Watch,” Iris said softly. He steadied his breathing as he made a squiggle in purple ink across the meat of his thumb.
Wasp slapped a hand to his mouth to hold in a strangled gasp. “Where did you find this?”
“Amaryllis,” Iris lied. “When we had harvested the Sis-Stems, he had taken it for himself.” It wasn’t a complete lie. One of the Sis-Stems had bartered with him during her relocation. She had given him what she called a book and the pen in exchange to be planted in the north. She had been the one to show him how to use the pen.
“Amaryllis?” Wasp repeated the name. “I’ve never heard of him.”
Iris kept his expression even. “He came from the grove beyond to assist in the mass harvest after the flood. He has since returned to his grove.” The grove beyond was a good enough excuse. That place remained a mystery to most since it was nearly impossible to get to over Gaia’s blood. Or as the Sis-Stem had told him was once called the ocean.
“Interesting.” Wasp said. His tone indicated disbelief. He stepped in closer to Iris’s personal space. Iris winced from the closeness and his metallic scent. “Tell me, Harvester. Who are you protecting?”
Oh yeah. What is up with that? Now I know Tali loves her sci-fi and fantasy like burning. (Omg Thick as Ice you guys. Thick as Ice!) But you guys share with me what is one of your favorite sci-fi films and why? I need something for my Netflix queue!
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Genre: Urban Fantasy Fairy Tale Series: The Screw-Up Princess and Skillful Huntsman Trilogy: Book Two (A Fairy Tales of the Open Road Novel) Length: Novel Published: October 19, 2015 Publisher: Dreamspinner Press ISBN: 978-1-62798-499-7 Buy: Paperback or eBook
Blurb: Modern day fairy tale princess Taylor Hatfield has problems. One: he’s a guy. Two: he’s Sleeping Beauty, the most useless princess in existence. Throw in his true love, Corentin Devereaux, a huntsman descended from child-eating witches, and Taylor’s younger brother, Atticus—this generation’s Snow White—who tried to kill him. That didn’t go so hot.
For two years, Taylor and Corentin live their Happily Ever After. But Corentin’s cursed to lose his memory every seven days, including his life with Taylor—a painful reminder that he can’t provide for the man he loves. Taylor insists Corentin has the strength to succeed, and when Taylor discovers a way to break the curse, he is more than willing to pay the cost.
When an enchanted blizzard devastates Corentin’s hometown of New Orleans, Taylor is convinced Atticus is to blame and grows desperate to find him amidst the Big Easy turned frozen wasteland. Corentin believes Taylor is chasing a ghost while he chases the ghosts of his own past. Old tensions scratch open scars, leaving both to wonder if they have each other’s best interests at heart. The clock is ticking until Corentin loses his memory, and the rabbit hole goes so deep they may never come out.
About the Author:
Lex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.”
Now, she’s on a mission to make the world a hell of a lot more interesting. Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure—and depending on how she feels that day—Lex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. Her pride is in telling stories of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. If you’re going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love.
Lex is a pop culture diva, her DVR is constantly backlogged, and unapologetically loved the ending of Lost. She wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind. She is grateful for and humbled by all the readers. She knows very well she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them and welcomes feedback.
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I'm having a Down on the Bayou Giveaway where one lucky winner will walk away with a magical fairy tale prize pack! From Corentin's mini journal, to a delicious bottle of Disney's Snow White perfume, Lex Chase swag annnndddd.... [caption id="attachment_2769" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
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