Spotlight & Giveaway: Enchanting the Fae Queen by Stephanie Burgis

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Stephanie Burgis to HJ!

Hi Stephanie and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Enchanting the Fae Queen!

Thanks so much for having me here.
 

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

Enchanting the Fae Queen is a fantasy rom-com starring a notoriously wicked queen and a famously chaste and noble general who have been nemeses for years. When the fae queen indulges in some light kidnapping, they both end up thrown into a lethal fae tournament, and their only way to survive is to work together…and finally figure out just how perfectly they’re suited for each other after all.
 

Please share your favorite line(s) or quote from this book:

No one was allowed to kill the Golden Beacon on her watch!
…No one apart from her, obviously. But that was different.

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

This book includes kidnapping as a love language, banter for days, delicious fae food, magic and gods, and a dangerous game of truth-telling in a private tent.

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

He’s ready to resist her beauty, but he can’t resist the brilliant mind behind the frothy, silly persona she puts on to fool most of her enemies into underestimating her.
…And even though she hates the empire he has sworn to defend, she can’t resist the genuine kindness and principles at his core.

Did any scene have you blushing, crying or laughing while writing it? And Why?

I loved writing every new challenge in the fae tournament and watching Gerard and Lorelei gradually realize just how perfectly they work as a partnership, despite all their previous years of antagonism. Here’s one snippet from the end of their first challenge, where Lorelei was shocked by a major decision Gerard had made:

As Lorelei met his clear, amber gaze, something inside her chest twisted in one final act of resistance . . . and then subsided in defeat.
He truly was a good man, despite his misguided allegiance. And she . . .
Well. Fortunately, Lorelei was utterly heartless. Everyone knew that, and she thanked Sylvana now for that blessing . . .

Because if she hadn’t been, right now, she would be in desperate trouble.

[Author’s note: She is, in fact, already in VERY desperate trouble, even if she refuses to admit it. 😉 ]
 

Readers should read this book….

For a fun, romantic and empowering escape full of magical adventures and unexpected true love.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have in the works?

I’m currently working on the third and final fantasy rom-com in the Queens of Villainy trilogy, Melting the Ice Queen, which will be published within the next year by Tor Bramble! I’ll also be publishing the third novella in my Unexpected Adventures of Lady & Lord Riven series, which began with A Marriage of Undead Inconvenience.
 

Thanks for blogging at HJ!

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Excerpt from Enchanting the Fae Queen:

Chapter One

In a palatial, centuries-old villa in the heart of Fiora, capital city of the Serafin Empire
Twenty-five years ago

Gerard de Moireul was eight years old when his grandmother summoned him to witness his parents’ execution.

He didn’t realize, at first, why the servants were bothering to wake him at all. It had been weeks since he’d been left at his grandmother’s villa, and in all that time, he had never met her nor been attended in his room by any of her household staff. After the first long day without any food, he’d finally found his own way to the kitchens, where a grim-faced older man had grudgingly served him a breakfast of plain, unbuttered toast and a small clay cup of well water.

Under the judgmental gazes of all the kitchen staff, Gerard hadn’t dared ask for any more, no matter how loudly his stomach rumbled. From then onwards, though, he’d made a shamefaced pilgrimage to the kitchen twice a day, eating his meager portions as swiftly as possible and trying to ignore the way the room went deafeningly silent every time he entered. He’d spent the rest of his hours wandering the long marble galleries, all of them lined with impressive busts and statues but devoid of human life.

He couldn’t even look out through the windows at passersby, as every single pane of glass in the villa had been covered and sealed by immovable black silk curtains before his arrival.

When hard, impatient hands shook his shoulder early one morning and harsh voices demanded that he wake, his first, desperate hope was that his parents were finally back from whatever urgent trip had taken them from him for the past two weeks. He didn’t argue when he was presented with bright white, ruffled clothes, the sort that might be worn for one of his mother’s famously luxuriant parties, where Imperial archdukes and the Emperor himself often mingled as guests with scandalous opera singers and heroic generals.

Curly hair tamed by a ruthless comb and unfamiliar clothes stiff against his skin, he scrambled thankfully into the grand carriage with curtained windows that waited inside the villa’s sheltered outer courtyard . . .

And then stumbled to a halt as he took in the apparition who waited for him there. Dark eyes glittered with fury in her pale, stretched-thin face. Giant ruby clips studded her white hair, and even more jewelry flashed on every patch of skin exposed by her low-cut, celebratory gown.

“This,” his grandmother hissed, “is the price of weakness and treason. Keep your eyes open, show no sorrow, and learn it well, or I will end this shameful family line forever.”

Gerard might not yet know about the scandal that had swept the continent for weeks—the bribes accepted, the secrets sold to enemies of the Empire, the soldiers’ lives lost in consequence—but even at eight years old, he could sense the deadly truth in his grandmother’s hissed warning.

So he kept his eyes open through everything that followed. As the Emperor’s own personal executioner read out the list of treasonous crimes that had been committed, the crowd bayed with ravenous hunger and rage, and his parents were beheaded in front of him.

Under his grandmother’s icy gaze, he didn’t dare shed a single tear.

By the time he returned with her to his new home, Gerard thought his head and heart were both completely numb. Then, the next day, he was woken once again—this time, to be sent away to a military academy where every student and teacher knew exactly who he was and what his parents had done.

Perhaps his grandmother hoped that his classmates would fulfil her own deepest wishes, so he would not survive to shame the family in his turn. But Gerard had listened and learned his lesson well.

He would never forget it.

He was twenty-two years of age when he found himself unexpectedly in charge of a full battalion. All three of his commanding officers had been shot, and he and his men were left boxed within a valley with no options for retreat. However, Gerard had spent years studying military history and strategy in the dusty academy library that had been his refuge when he was younger. He could see exactly how to turn this seeming trap into a bottleneck for their opponents—and the astonishing, turnaround victory achieved under his command was the first step in an inexorable progression.

By the time he was twenty-five years old, court gossips and newspaper reporters alike were calling him the Empire’s Golden Beacon. Breathless reports crossed the continent—both within and without the collected archduchies of the Serafin Empire—with news of his unstoppable triumphs in battle, paeans to the shining, golden hair that (according to one influential poet) symbolically lit his men’s way to victory, and his relentless, ascetic self-control in every aspect of his life. By twenty-six, he was a multi-awarded general; at thirty years of age, he became the youngest ever high general of the Serafin Empire. He was appointed to the post by Emperor Otto II, son of the very same emperor who had attended Gerard’s mother’s parties and then decreed her bloody execution.

Now, as the Imperial high priest serenely wafted an incense burner over Gerard’s head to signify the Pantheon’s blessing upon him as the Empire’s chief defender and sword of justice, Gerard breathed in the heady scent and gazed across the packed audience of clapping royals, aristocrats, military officers, and newspaper journalists.

No matter how desperately they tried, none of those gathered reporters or court gossips had ever managed to attach a single scandal to his name.

They never would.

His grandmother was no longer alive to witness the event, but he could still hear the last words she had uttered when he’d attended her final bedside ten years earlier.

“It’s up to you now,” she’d rasped, her dark eyes as fierce and as furious as ever despite the physical agony wracking her body. “You’re all that’s left of our family line. Make it matter.”

He fully intended to . . . no matter how provoking, dangerous, and unsettling the nemesis who had chosen to plant herself in his path, doing her reckless best to ruin everything.

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Book Info:

Stephanie Burgis delivers another irreverent, sparkling, and sexy installment in the Queens of Villainy series, where a seductive fae queen meets her unexpected match in the enemy empire’s valiant general.

Queen Lorelei is a notorious fae seductress, with a trail of broken hearts in her wake. But behind her glamorous lifestyle and sparkling mask lurks a dangerously intelligent woman who’d do anything to keep her people safe, including kidnap the empire’s most famous hero.

The virtuous high general Gerard de Moireul represents all that is moral and true. He has to, after his parents were executed for treason. The last thing he needs is the Queen of Balravia, who showers glitter and rainbow-colored sparkles everywhere she goes without the slightest regard for good taste, decorum, or royal dignity.

They’re opposites in every way, but when they’re swept up together in a grand–and deadly–fae tournament, they discover all of each other’s most hidden truths–and how perfectly they might be suited for each other after all.
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Meet the Author:

Stephanie Burgis grew up in Michigan (USA), but now lives in Wales with her husband and two kids, surrounded by mountains, castles and coffee shops. She writes sparkling fantasy rom-coms for adults, including Wooing the Witch Queen (the first in the Queens of Villainy trilogy), the Regency Dragons series, the Harwood Spellbook series, and more. She has also had eight fun MG fantasy novels published, including the Raven Crown duology and the Dragon with a Chocolate Heart trilogy. A graduate of the Clarion West workshop, she has had over forty short stories published in various magazines and anthologies, and many of them are included in her collection Touchstones. You can find excerpts from all of her novels and novellas (and links to many of her short stories) at her website.
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