Happy Sunday, Merry Summer, Good Day.  Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where a bunch of really awesome writers share their work in ten sentences or less.  I barely made the deadline today, being all caught up in weed pulling and edits, which are kind of similar if you  think about it.  No? Maybe I’ve been out in the sun too long.

And so to the business at hand. I’m sharing from my upcoming release,  Gryffon Hall, an m/m fantasy inspired by the fairy tale Beauty and the Beast.  I’ve jumped ahead from where we left off.  It’s the morning after the feast and Wryler, still in his bed, is feeling the affects of too much wine.  Unbeknownst to him, the wheels of his fate kept turning while he slept it off.

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The door burst open and Wryler’s father marched in, followed closely by his first minister, Fenwale Cook. They were both smiling, which made Wryler want to leap from the bed and throw himself out the window. No good ever came from his father smiling.

“Still lounging in bed, I see,” Lord Glimmerveen said in a booming voice. “You did well at the feast last night, so I won’t hold it against you, not on this fine morning. Isn’t it a fine morning, Wryler?” Lord Glimmerveen stood with his hands on his hips, breathing deeply on the wide-sodden funk of Wryler’s room.

“I wouldn’t know, Father, for as you noted, I’m still in bed.” He glared at the intruders, but they didn’t seem to notice. Instead they drew closer and hovered over him as if he were sitting on a couch in his father’s study, dressed and presentable instead of miserable in his nightshirt.

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Gryffon Hall ~ Release date August 30, 2016

Useless fourth son of the Lord of Glimmerveen, Wryler dreams of getting married and escaping the rustic confines of his father’s castle. A wealthy merchant’s son seems to hold the key to Wryler’s safe if somewhat dreary future. However, the arrival of a mysterious stranger on the eve of Wryler’s betrothal sends his plans into disarray and Wryler finds himself traded off in marriage to one of the most notorious rogues in the land.

Is Lord Aeric Rouchet the barbarian he appears to be, or is he something much worse? Separated from his family and thrust into a strange and dangerous new life at the foreboding Gryffon Hall, Wryler must unravel the secret of his husband’s shadowed life and defeat the curse which threatens not only his growing affection for the barbarian in his bed, but the lives of everyone the Lord of Gryffon Hall is sworn to protect.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight to ten sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com