In early 2005, I’d been writing and submitting for about five years. After a big pile of rejections, I was getting tired of the whole thing. Still, I had this book in my head, about elves and other paranormal beings based in my hometown,
. So I started plugging away, deciding this would be my last big shot. If it didn’t sell, I’d bag the whole writing thing and find something else to do with my time. I got started and realized I loved this story—the plot, the characters, the setting—everything about it was great! Detroit
That summer, my life went to hell. My mother died, after a long illness, but without a lot of warning. Three weeks later, my brother passed away at the age of 53, due to lingering complications from a car accident many years earlier. Funny how I didn’t have time to write much that summer. By the time I got back to my computer, along about January of 2006, I discovered there was too much grief still associated with the book. Much as I loved the story, I couldn’t bring myself to work on it. Instead, I went back and polished up a few books I’d already finished and submitted.
By spring, I’d given myself a new ultimatum. By now I had three books that were freshly polished. I’d exhausted my venues with each of them for traditional publishing, but I hadn’t looked at digital-first. I decided it was time. I submitted one each to three different publishers: Triskelion, The Wild Rose Press, and Cerridwen Press/Ellora’s Cave.
Imagine my surprise when all three sold. Suddenly I didn’t have one publisher, I had three. I got busy writing sequels. I sold more stories, most paranormal, many of them more and more erotic, and somewhere along the way I managed to finish that not-but-not-erotic book about Elves in
. Only thing was, it wasn’t a good fit for any of my publishers. Detroit
Then along came Carina Press. The day they opened their doors, I sent in my submission. A while later I got a lovely email from Angela James offering to contract my book. After discussions with my editor, we came up with the name Urban Arcana for the series—because of course she wanted to see stories for each of the other characters.
Keep reading for a snippet of Motor City Fae, the book that almost didn’t happen. Read to the very end to find out how to enter to win a $20.00 gift certificate.
Book I of Urban Arcana
By Cindy Spencer Pape
Coming June 2010 from Carina Press
Ric Thornhill’s assignment just got a lot more complicated. The more time he spends with Meagan, the harder it is to see her as a political tool to prevent an all-out war between humans and Fae.
Now Meagan’s in a race to master her newly released powers in time to prevent the conflict, convince a jealous Queen not to strip Ric of his powers, and find out if she can build a life that straddles two worlds.
was a truly odd place. Detroit
Ric Thornhill’s vintage Jaguar convertible roared down
, a wide car-clogged boulevard lined with all manner of businesses from elegant boutiques to seedy liquor stores. To his right loomed an enormous stone church that could have been in medieval Woodward Avenue . On the left was a strip mall with a Chinese restaurant, a nail salon and a paycheck advance center. Europe
Find Emery of Rose’s long-lost daughter before the next Seelie Council meeting, or live out a miserable human lifespan as a powerless mortal. That was the geas that his boss, the elven queen, had cast on Ric. In other words, find the girl or die. His death sentence would simply take forty or fifty years to be carried out. The geas was a result of telling Her Majesty off the last time she’d sent him on a fool’s errand. One would think he’d have learned by now to keep his mouth shut. The sad part was that on this job, he’d have done his best anyway. The fate of both realms could hang in the balance if he didn’t.
In over eight centuries of existence, he’d been in plenty of sticky situations, but none as bad as this. He’d started the search in
, where Emery had died. No luck there. He’d also tried New York , the hometown of Emery’s human wife. Nothing. Two other agents of the queen had mysteriously disappeared or been killed and now Ric was the only one left. And he was here in , Windsor Ontario on nothing more than a hunch held by one of Emery’s cousins. Aidan Greene believed his missing relative was somewhere nearby. Now Ric only had five days remaining and he’d gotten nowhere but here, which wasn’t good. Detroit
The place was dismal and depressing—hot, gray and muggy on this August afternoon and the five-o’clock Friday traffic royally sucked. Ric had spent the last week checking out every new-age shop, so-called psychic and alternative club in the area—every place he could think of that a half-Fae would be drawn to. If his mediocre scrying skills hadn’t led him to the right place this time, he was probably toast. He was supposed to be at a certain corner in
at a certain time. Yeah, he had lots of info to go on. Royal Oak
He accelerated through a yellow light, cranked up the volume on his stereo and settled his black Ray-Ban sunglasses on his nose despite the overcast day. What the hell, might as well go down in style.
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If you enjoyed the excerpt, by all means watch for more. I’ll be visiting blogs all month! Also, I’m running a contest. All you have to do is pop over to my website, go to the “contact Cindy” page, and tell me which blog you saw me on and answer the question of the day. At the end of June, I’ll be giving away a $20.00 gift card to your choice of Borders, B&N, or Amazon. You can enter once for each blog stop.
Today’s question: Name the heroine of
Fae. Motor City
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