Book info:
Title: Nemesis
Author: Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
Series: Circuit Fae #4
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: March 26th 2019
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Synopsis:
“I found the writing to be on par with Queen [Sarah J. ] Maas and Elise Kova; I recommend this to anyone who enjoys a good fantasy read that steps out of the box and makes a name for itself.” – FairestSkyeBooks
What would you do if your beloved girlfriend suddenly became your worst enemy?
That dilemma’s all too real for Syl Skye, the last princess of the fair Fae.Even though Syl is all things sun and Summer, she’s drawn to her polar opposite, Rouen Rivoche, the dark Fae princess-assassin of the Winter Court.
They should be mortal enemies, but they’re best friends. Girlfriends. In love.
That is, until Roue falls under a dark spell that makes her forget all about Syl, their lives and their love. Now Roue rules Dark Faerie as a cruel and cold Queen. A Circuit Fae who can harness the killing magic in technology, she wants nothing more than to destroy Syl and her fair Fae people.
But when an old enemy brings both Faerie realms to the brink of destruction, only their queens, Syl and Rouen, can save the day—and only if they can put their differences aside for two seconds and team up.
With the clock’s ticking on Syl and Roue’s relationship—not to mention all of Faerie—will Rouen remember the love she and Syl once shared, or is she destined to be Syl’s nemesis forever?
Excerpt:
outside the arcade bar, smelling the alcohol, the sweaty press of human bodies,
the coppery-rich tang of blood, a headache pulses behind my eyes.
Fae queen cranky.
opens, spilling the sounds of pinball machines and fighting games and a group
of drunk college dudes into the street. One’s got toilet paper stuck to his
shoe, and they all stink of beer and stupidity. My nose wrinkles. I keep
walking, even though my dark urges try to make me linger.
easy blood right there.
you.
drunk his friends have to hold him up. His breath could knock a harpy off a
hell wagon. “Hey, sweetie-pie!”
keep walking. The last thing this guy really wants is for me to turn around.
answer means no, pal.”
I hear a disgusted snort from the shadows. Wrapped in her cobwebby green gown
and red cloaks, the bain sidhe lingers nearby in a trash-filled alleyway.
What’s she doing here? Generally speaking, bain sidhe exist for one reason: to
wail for the Doom or Death of the royal family. She hobbles over to the gutter,
snatches an empty Big Mac container, sniffs it.
she’s not going to be any help, either.
sinews in my neck creak as I turn toward Mr Sweetie Pie. On my periphery, the
bain sidhe mutters as she tears at the Styrofoam with serrated teeth. “Starting
a fight…”
couldn’t quite here you from over there. Why don’t you say that again?”
my height, the look in my eyes, or maybe it’s the timbre of my voice—like I’m
going to rip his spleen out and eat it right here—makes Sweetie Pie back off a
step. I’m looking at him like he’s dinner, my dark self licking her chops. His
blood smells delicious. Wasteland’s Moribund circuits pull and whine hungrily.
gazes. “That’s what I thought.”
caliber doesn’t need to waste time with bozos.
A beer bottle shatters on the ground, peppering my boots with glass. “You
should smile more,” Sweetie Pie catcalls. “Because you’re one heck of a bi—”
hold up Wasteland, and the black circuitry leaps at my command. Its power slams
into me, dark, sinister. Unforgiving.
Moribund chains lash from my mother’s violin. Circuitry zapping, they wrap the
drunk college guys up like living mummies, swallowing their screams. Across the
street, a couple turns to look, but I renew my Glamoury, bolstering it with the
power of Dark Faerie. Shimmers cascade over my skin as the magic settles into
place.
three-ring circus in the middle of the street, and no one would bat an eyelash.
bi—”
Grinning my face off, I don’t stop the laugh bubbling up my throat. It feels so
damn good. I revel in my power, letting it dizzy me. The Moribund chains tighten
around them, ravenous and chittering, undulating like ink. They want to devour
their prey, but I hold them in check.
for you. Every huntress needs a Wild Hunt.”
side, her six-inch claws clackering hungrily as she looks at them with her
black-pool eyes.
begging. “Please don’t hurt me, please—”
predators, they’re prey, they change their tune. “Quiet. I’m trying to
concentrate.”
Moribund magic with dark Fae magic—but I’m feeling strong, reckless.
center of my dark Fae realm. Wham! Its
throbbing power slams into me, filling me up with storm and shadow until I’m
sure my skin will split. In a flood, inky black power erupts from me in thrashing
tendrils, like I’m some kind of sea witch rising from the depths.
mingling with the Moribund chains, and explode into a thousand smaller tendrils
that wrap them up in liquid darkness. All except Sweetie Pie. He watches,
freaking out as his friends drop to all fours, their bodies warping, snapping
as they transform into—
sidhe squints a black-pool eye at me and sucks at her teeth.
the Hunt. Fiann had her Môrgrim.
got her Glamma’s Grimm… “My Grymm.”
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Author Bio:
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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