CRAZY LITTLE SPRING CALLED LOVEEight Magical Stories of Fantasy Romance
Stars and Stone Books
Featuring: Elsa Carruthers, M.T. DeSantis, Traci Douglass, A.E. Hayes, L.J. Longo, Cara McKinnon, Sheri Queen, and Mary Rogers
This delightful fantasy romance anthology features eight magical stories inspired by the awakenings and renewal of springtime. If you love gods and goddesses, fairies, djinn, druids, mermaids, sirens, and magic of all varieties, Crazy Little Spring Called Love delivers!
|Traci Douglass - "When Hermes Met Eos"One night. Two star-crossed immortals. Will their vibrant connection survive beyond sunrise? Sheri Queen - "The Girl with a Broken Wing" A story of courage and sacrifice--and finding love where you never thought to look. Cara McKinnon - "Love at Dawn" Sometimes mortals need a little push from a god and goddess to fall in love… M.T. DeSantis - "A Hunt for Love" Can a djinn and a clueless guy beat the clock, avoid the curse, and maybe even find true love? L.J. Longo – “Seaweed and Silk” A mermaid: hundreds of miles from her home on the ice, on a ship with a troll, a goblin wizard, and a pack of wolves. What else can go wrong? Oh, right. A flippin’ sea monster. Mary Rogers – “Spring Fling” A druid’s bargain gives Carson revenge against his former lover Carrie–at the price of her memories of them together. But did she truly steal his magic all those years ago? Or was the real theft his heart? Elsa Carruthers – “Welded” Welding Witch, Rena, is on the run. She's not looking for love, but all the magic in the world can't keep the sparks from flying when her rivals, Nate and Duke, find her. A.E. Hayes – “A Siren’s Song of Spring” She is sworn to sing men to their deaths. Until one sails into her heart.|
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Excerpt from M.T. DeSantis's story: A Hunt for Love
|Three hundred years, eight months, two weeks, five days, seven hours, six minutes, and twenty-three seconds. That’s how long it’s been since I was last out of my planter. So, when someone rubs the side of my home, I’m understandably thrilled. A brilliant silver light surrounds me, eradicating the soul-crushing sorrow I’ve felt for so long. In a flash, I’m out in the sunshine, wearing my favorite pale blue sundress, and facing a startled-looking, but kind of cute, human male, who I instantly know is named Adam Jones. Djinn magic is useful that way.
“What the…?” Adam jumps back. Brown eyes go wide above solid cheekbones, and well-muscled, but not bulky, arms go slack at his sides.
“Congratulations, Adam Jones!” I trill like a game show host. Coming out of the planter means the magic updates my cultural knowledge to the current times. “You have called upon Janessa, djinn of the planter, and I shall grant you three wishes.” I flick my wrist, and a silver wand with a star on top appears in my left hand. I point the wand at my lucky new master like a reporter might shove a microphone at a superstar. “So, what’ll it be?”
Adam doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even move, except to blink a few times.
Uh, hello? I just offered this guy three wishes. Why isn’t he asking me for riches beyond his wildest dreams or a harem of beautiful women? Not that I’m complaining too much. The longer he takes to make up his mind, the longer I get to stay outside. It’s one of those perfect spring days, where the breeze flutters the ends of my waist-length auburn hair. The sun warms my skin, and a deep breath brings the scent of fresh grass into my nose. Yeah, you just keep deliberating, Adam.
“I must have dozed off.” Adam rubs his eyes and leaves them closed for a long time. When he opens them, they pop wide again. “You’re still here!” He flinches. “I’m talking to my dreams.”
“I’m not a dream.” I stop basking in the glory of daytime long enough to wave my wand. Some harmless silver sparkles float through the air. There’s nothing worse than a master in denial. Well, except for being stuck in darkness for over three hundred years, but I digress. “My name’s Janessa. I’m a djinn, and you rubbed my planter. So, now you get three wishes.” Honestly, has this guy never seen Aladdin?
He snorts. “Right. I’m supposed to believe you came out of my dead grandmother’s planter, somehow knowing my name, and are now going to grant me any three wishes I want.”
“Not any.” Maybe he really has never seen Aladdin. A flick of my wand makes a scroll with three bullet points unroll in midair. I tap each point as I read it off. “The standard limitations apply—no killing, no resurrecting, no falling in love. Other than that, you got it.” I tap the top of the scroll, and it disappears.
“This is ridiculous.” Adam turns his back on me and hurries away with long, powerful strides.
I take a moment to admire his backside, which is accentuated nicely by his jeans, before teleporting in front of him.
“Ah!” He jumps back again. “Listen, dream fairy lady—”
“Djinn.” Ugh, I’m so sick of people mistaking me for a fairy. Do I have wings? No. “And I’m not a dream. You rubbed the planter. You get three wishes, excluding the limitations mentioned earlier, and I’m not leaving until you make them.” Which is a technicality. I can’t leave until he makes them. Not that I want to go back in the planter for another three hundred years, but I don’t want to follow a confused guy around for the rest of my existence either. I poke him in the chest with my wand, and a patch of his shirt sparkles silver. “Now, get wishing.”
To his credit, Adam doesn’t huff away this time. He folds his arms and taps his chin with one pointer finger. “Okay. Fine. If my life is going to insist on being ridiculous, I’ll fight fire with fire. No falling in love, but I bet if I wish for a scavenger hunt to find my one true love before dinner—”
The words take over my body. The arm holding my wand thrusts skyward. “It is done.” A silvery-pink lightning bolt streaks from the top point of the star. There’s a clap of thunder, and a single sheet of paper floats toward the ground.
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M.T. DeSantis currently resides in a small city on the U.S. eastern seaboard. When not writing, she can be found practicing yoga, attempting to answer trivia questions at restaurants, or plotting her next adventure. Website: mtdesantis.blogspot.com Facebook: desantismauthor Twitter: @desantismt Goodreads: M.T. DeSantis Amazon: M.T. DeSantis