Derailed
A Circuit Fae Prequel Novella
by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
Publication
date: January 23rd 2018
Published by:
Monster House Books
Genres: Urban
Fantasy, Young Adult
Syl Skye. Rouen Rivoche.
Star-crossed lovers who should be mortal enemies. This is the story of how they
met.
BLURB
A nightly excursion to DC. A goth-rock show. One innocent train ride.
That’s all it takes for high school sophomore Syl Skye’s perfectly normal world
to come crashing down.
Because unbeknownst to her, she’s a sleeper-princess of the fair Fae—a
vessel of Fae power that has yet to Awaken—and there are dark Fae who want her
dead, dead, dead.
Rouen Rivoche is one of those dark Fae. Bound to the Agravaine the dark
Fae Huntsman who is dedicated to wiping out all sleeper-princesses, Rouen has
no choice but to hunt Syl down and spill her blood.
But a chance meeting in a nightclub, a brush of their hands, a lingering
look… Despite herself, Rouen is attracted to Syl. And when she lets Syl get
away…that’s when their troubles really begin.
After all, every couple has their issues, right?
Find out how Syl and Rouen met in this new prequel novella to MORIBUND,
Book 1 of the Circuit Fae…
THE CIRCUIT FAE
.5. Derailed (Moribund prequel novella) – January 23, 2018
1. Moribund – September 12, 2017
2. Ouroboros – March 27, 1018
Perfect for readers of romance, urban fantasy, fairy stories and LGBT.
“Moribund is a little bit Throne of Glass, a little bit Buffy,
and a whole lot sexy.” – Skye Allen, author of The Songbird Thief
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EXCERPT:
In this scene, Syl and her squad are
at a club where Euphoria’s playing. Syl’s never seen Euphoria, and she’s
excited, but Fiann’s acting weird, treating Syl poorly and trying to bully her
into double-dating the Dickinson twins, Brody and Bryce. Syl ducks into the
bathroom to catch her breath.
* * * *
I take a deep breath and pat the
nail where it rests secretly against my skin. Okay, Syl. It’s go-time. I shove
the door open. Head held high, I step out into the flashing lights of the club,
and bam! run right into someone.
“Steady on.” Strong hands keep me
from falling on my butt, and during our awkward two-step, I catch a glimpse of
raven-dark hair and sapphire-blue eyes ringed in gold. Her deep chuckle is like
rolling thunder.
“I-I’m sorry.” I look up, brushing
my red curls out of my face.
Whoa. My poor heart. She’s gorgeous.
Her eyes are all intense and glowy as she searches my face. The ache in my
chest gets worse—but also, somehow better.
What is happening? I reach out and
touch her hand. Where I want to feel skin, I feel the leather of a glove.
Still, a jolt passes between us.
She lingers, her pretty face a bit
dazed. She looks from our touching hands back up. “You…”
She feels it too. Whatever it is.
And dear heaven and all the angels,
she’s… Wow. She’s something else. High cheekbones, full lips curved into a
smile that’s part mischief, part mayhem. Her bronze skin holds an inner glow
even in the dim light of the club, and those eyes… When she looks at me, the
club, the flashing lights, all the people—everything falls away and there is
only the two of us.
“Who are you?” she whispers, and I
hear it because she’s leaned in close, so close I can feel her warm breath on
my cheek.
“I…” Introduce yourself already! But
I’m all tongue-tied, frozen like the world’s biggest dork. My fingers find the
strip of skin between her glove and her sleeve. Ohhhh…so warm and silky, and…
What the heck are you doing, Syl?
She chuckles again, more rumbly,
rolling thunder. “Are you all right?”
Yes. No. Urgggg… I step back, my
cheeks on fire. She smells like all the good things in autumn—crisp leaves and
harvest moons and sultry bourbon vanilla. Whoa. I’m getting a little swoony.
“I-I’m fine. Really. Are you?”
“Yes, but I’d like to…” She swallows
hard, seeming almost shy beneath her super-cool exterior. She licks her bottom
lip, and I nearly pass out right there. “Will you meet me after the show?”
Did mine ears deceive me? Girl works
fast! Plus, I can tell she’s at least a year older than me. “I…” Say something,
silly!
“I’m sorry.” She pulls her hand from
mine and steps away.
The loss of her touch leaves me
cold. Moments from losing her to the crowd, I pluck up my courage. “What’s your
name?”
That smile curves her lips like a
kept secret. “I’m Euphoria.”
Euphoria. Whaaaaaaaaatttt?
Seriously, Syl, only you could carry on an entire freakin conversation with
your goth idol and not even recognize her.
But no…there’s something else, some
other reason I didn’t recognize her right off the bat. I just can’t put my
finger on it. Plus, I’m still swoony.
“I have to go.” She leans in,
whispers in my ear, “After?”
I feel like only my heart can answer
that question, but before I can even blink, she’s gone. Like gone-gone. One
moment she’s in front of me; the next she’s vanished. Poof!
Euphoria. And she wants to see me
“after.”
Crazy. This is crazy.
I shade my eyes from the
blue-and-red houselights and look to the stage. After about ten minutes, the
house music fades away, and the stage goes dark.
A lone silhouette appears there,
backlit. It’s her.
Heat races through my body, my hand
tingling from her touch. My stomach does a lazy barrel-roll, and those
butterflies everyone’s always told me about? Yeah, apparently mine are Olympic
gymnasts, because my whole stomach feels like it’s going for the Gold.
Oooookay. Chill out. I touch the
iron nail beneath my dress. Gotta thank Glamma for the lucky pendant.
I step out of the bathroom and
beeline toward the stage. I feel feverish, mad as hatter and a March hare all
rolled into one.
I only know this: I have to see her
again.
I’ve always hated crowds, but
without another thought, I push my way to the stage. Toward Euphoria, and
toward the “after” that will bring me back to her.
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Author Info
Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty
urban fantasy YA romance--where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take
names, and fall in love against all odds.
She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair
folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she's clapping right now), dancing with
dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess
(hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding
love, romance, and their own inner power.
She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.
GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds
of authors make their dream of being published a reality.
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