Sunday Snippet from my gay Victorian fae romance, Oak King Holly King – available now wherever fine books are found!
Butcher rose from the bed with a shocking amount of grace for a man of his stature, his long limbs tangling and untangling themselves in a languid fluidity as he stretched. Wren found himself transfixed by the sight of him. Likewise transfixed by the tiny blue flame, which Butcher set down on the bed-post, where it neither fell nor burned through the wood, but continued to flicker and glow. A shuffling sound drew Wren’s attention from it, and he belatedly saw Butcher had begun to collect the scattered papers.
Wren rushed to intercept him. “That’s all right—I’ll handle it.”
Butcher paused, then handed his sheaves to Wren, who realized as he took them that Butcher had collected them in order.
“Your pardon,” Butcher said. Then, “I was curious.”
Curiosity killed the cat—but satisfaction brought it back. The childish rhyme rose unbidden to the forefront of Wren’s mind. He dropped his gaze from Butcher’s face to the top-most page in the stack, whereupon a slender and beautiful knight embraced a wild, bearded lord. The marginal illustration neatly summarized the entire manuscript. If Butcher had seen this and not been put off by it, then perhaps…? It seemed too much to hope for, and yet the existence of the fae realm had seemed just as impossible before Wren had visited it himself last night.
And wouldn’t it be nice, for once, not to have to keep secrets?
Oak King Holly King is a gay Victorian fae romance, available now wherever fine books are found!
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