Release days are exciting, whether one of my own books is coming out or I’m helping another author to spread the word about theirs. Today it’s the turn of Kasia Bacon and another of her fabulous Elven warriors. I’m a fan of her Order Series (especially the Mutt 😉 ) and I’m delighted to welcome Kasia today, as I’ve waited for this book, which tells the story of the Highlander’s cousin, Verhan. And let me tell you… if you liked The Mutt and The Highlander, you’ll adore Twenty-one Arrow Salute!
So, happy release day to Kasia Bacon and her archers… and here’s the lady herself!
It’s lovely to be back on Jackie’s fabulous blog, and this time around I’m actually delivering the goods! Lemme throw my imaginary hat into the air. Woohoo!
Twenty-one Arrow Salute
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Verhan Tŭrryés of Black Mountain is a handful.
Freshly enlisted in the Highland Regiment, he does all he can to steer clear of responsibility and commitment. Just not his cup of mead, that. Loose of tongue and even looser of morals, he rarely misses an opportunity to get into trouble—and into the other archers’ knickers, too.
In a unit composed almost entirely of Dark Elves, Hernan Seinnés, with his green eyes and auburn hair, is an outsider. When Verhan, up the creek again, is blackmailed into helping Hernan, he never expects to fall for him. But during the long hours spent training Hernan for the Honour Guard, feelings strike the Highlander right in the heart—and with the force of an arrow.
Unversed in relationships, Verhan finally plucks up enough courage to tell Hernan how he feels, only to drive the Asirhwӱnian away instead. If Verhan can swallow his pride, he might get one last chance to show Hernan what he means to him—and maybe this time he can hit the mark.
Listen—I’ll be frank. Everything about Verhan’s novella and the direction it took from the start came as a bit of surprise. That’s why I never prepare detailed outlines for my stories in advance. It’s a wasted effort, I’ll tell ya, given how pushy and inconsiderate my characters are towards me in my head. I’ve accepted that I’m nothing more but a mouthpiece for the bastards. sighs
So here we are, looking at a story that’s a little different than my others—due to its more pronounced New Adult feel than I typically write. It’s also a tad longer than my previous instalments. I hope you’ll find a way to deal with that hardship. 😉
Is this a book for fans of fantasy alone? Well, no. While making worlds and sticking to the main principles of my genre are extremely important to me, I often say that the vibe of my stories is actually quite current, fantasy setting or not. So if in general you enjoy reading about young soldiers who struggle with the challenges of early adulthood and pesky feelingzzz, this might be a book for you. Consider the humorous banter and foul language an added bonus. But be warned: Verhan and Hernan happen to be Queen Nae’amh’s Royal Archers and are also, err, stunning long-haired Elves equipped with pretty pointy ears and big, massive…bows.
Right. Let’s get right to it, then, shall we?
Here is a little excerpt from Twenty-One Arrow Salute to whet your appetite.
I’m hoping to be back soon with yet another story, so you’ll be hearing from me again. Oh, and before I go, if you wish to receive freebies and learn about new releases, sign up for my newsletter. waves
Excerpt from Twenty-one Arrow Salute by Kasia Bacon
Slowly, I approached him from the rear and placed my hands on his hips.
That first time I touched him, my heart downright assailed my rib cage, beating out a rhythm violent enough to cause me internal damage. To my dismay, I felt more riled up by that innocent contact than the last time I had my trousers around my ankles and a bulky sergeant pressed against the wall. Silently swearing, I tried shutting down those thoughts and refocusing.
And so we moved in a half circle, gliding through the air, in tune with one another.
The sweet spiciness of his scent reminded me of darhê. Hyperaware of the warmth emanating from his body, I lost all sense of time. It might’ve been a few minutes or an hour before we came to a stop.
As if bewitched, both of us remained still. It was Hernan who eventually turned his head to the side. He looked up at me over his shoulder.
The air seemed to shimmer around him, the edges of my vision distorted. I took in his smooth, flushed skin embellished with a few freckles. His slightly parted lips, plump and rosy. His wide, pale eyes, as green as a forest fern. All the colours that defined him filled me with a sense of wonder.
A moment of panic descended on me without warning, forcing me to jump back. Abruptly. My throat felt parched, so I gave a little cough. “That was…uh…good.” I tried to diminish the shaking of my voice and almost succeeded.
About Kasia Bacon
A linguist and an avid reader with a particular fondness for fantasy and paranormal genres, KASIA BACON lives in London with her husband. When not tearing her hair out over a translating project, she writes stories about the shenanigans of emotionally constipated assassins and sexy Elves. Otherwise, she can be found shaking her loins at a Zumba class, binging on anime or admiring throwing knives on Pinterest. She has a mild coffee and lemon tart addiction. A lover of MMA and Muay Thai, she also enjoys nature and the great outdoors. She dreams of becoming independently wealthy, leaving the city and moving into her wooden mini-manor—located in the heart of stunning forests resembling those of the Elven Country depicted in her tales.
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