Yasmine Galenorn--New York Times Bestselling Author

Welcome to Beach Reads Month!

Happy Summer Solstice!

Can you believe we're already almost halfway through the year? I took this picture last night in my yard--we have lovely foxglove coming up everywhere. It's my favorite flower, though I'm careful with it because, of course, it contains a natural form of digitalis. But I absolutely love the flowers and they always make me smile.

So this month I have another Maddy excerpt for you, from Demon's Delight, a handpicked recommendation for you, and a reminder that you can preorder WITCHING HOUR for your summer reading!

Witching Hour: Wild Hunt #7

When you dance with death, you have to learn how to roll the bones...

Release Date: JULY 8th, 2019



(No preorder on print. Print will be available via Amazon.com shortly after/with e-release)

Raven BoneTalker, also known as the Daughter of Bones, is one of the Ante-Fae—the dangerous, unpredictable predecessors to the Fae Races. But Raven is young, and she likes interacting with mortals, so she’s opened a business—the Witching Hour—where she takes on clients with ghostly problems. Mostly she reads cards, boots out the odd poltergeist, or helps grieving families contact their loved ones for closure.

But when Lana, one of her friends, comes begging for help, things take a dark turn. Raven investigates what seems like a simple haunting on the surface. But the more she delves into the case, the more she realizes that this is no simple ghost. As Raven untangles a web of secrets and deceits kept for over fifty years, she finds herself in danger, facing not only a ghostly threat, but also a danger that is very much alive.

The Silver Mist: Wild Hunt #6

Available now!



The Wild Hunt is on the trail of the Tuathan Brotherhood—a hate group terrorizing humans and shifters alike. Their investigation takes them over to the Olympic Peninsula, where they plunge into the heart of the haunted old-growth forest in a desperate attempt to stop the group before they strike again.

Meanwhile, one of Herne’s friends turns to the Wild Hunt. He’s unwittingly unleashed a terrifying spirit who threatens Port Ludlow with the fury of her storms. Now, they must not only locate Rafé, who has vanished while undercover in the forest, but they must also appease the Cailleach before she destroys the entire community and everyone within it.

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My name is Trixie Towers.
The adventure of my life is on the horizon. I can feel it.
It’s lingering in my bones, in my elven soul. When my grandmother pays me an unexpected visit she says it’s time for me to return home to my father, the King of the Elves. That my father needs me, that change is in the air.

I am the elven heir, their princess. And I’m needed. Finally.
What awaits me is nothing I could have imagined.

Quests with our enemies for ancient artifacts?
The giants awakening to crush the earth as we know it?
Oh, and an unwanted, outlawed soul mating?

My father would strangle me for that last one.

I hadn’t planned for any of this. But it’s happening.
My name is Trixie Towers, and this is my shocking journey.

That's it for this time, folks! Below you'll find the second excerpt of the new Maddy novella. I encourage you to hang out with my on my blog and YouTube channel through the next few months--I've got a lot planned, leading up to a very special surprise coming later this year (I wish I could tell you now, but I'm holding off just a little--but no, it has nothing to do with Otherworld or a movie. But it's GREAT, I do tell you that!).

The next regular newsletter will be out July 1st, though you may hear from me about something a little earlier than that. 

Brightest Blessings, Yasmine Galenorn

Here's the second excerpt of DEMON'S DELIGHT--the new Maddy novella. As I said with The Wish Factor, if I find this posted anywhere on the web, the excerpts will stop. So enjoy it in the newsletter, peeps! I'll be putting the novella up for sale once you've had a chance to read it! 

And if you haven't read Maddy's other books, you can find buy links here: Bewitching Bedlam Series and BEWITCHING BEDLAM, the first novel in the series, is free!

If you missed last month's excerpt, you can read it here:


A Bewitching Bedlam Novella
Copyright 2019, Yasmine Galenorn
All rights reserved


“I don’t know if he’s told them or not. I was too angry to ask. It’s one thing to call me a bitch to my face and tell me you don’t think I’m worthy to marry your son, but it’s a whole different matter when you attack my daughter.” Sandy had pushed through the adoption papers quickly, and Jenna was her daughter legally now. Both had been thrilled. “They practically called us Dirt Witches.”

Dirt Witches? That was an insult above and beyond good taste.

Real classy, that. I’m surprised you didn’t deck them.”

“I thought about it, I’ll tell you that.”

“If they cause any trouble at the wedding, that’s the last event on this island they’ll ever attend. I like Max, but nobody messes up my wedding—or hurts my best friend in the process.”

I wanted to drape my arm around her for a hug, but I was still too sore.

Sandy had been a laugh-it-off type of woman all her life, until she had become Jenna’s guardian, and until she had met Max. Even when her ex had dumped her for a waiter, she had managed to plow through it with a smile. At some of the darkest times in our past, Sandy had been the one cheerleading us on. She was the eternal optimist, but now it was pretty clear her glass was looking half-empty.

As her tears subsided, I leaned forward. “You know that you have to talk to Max about this before his folks arrive. Max has to stand up for you. And we can’t just go on hope they’ll be polite and not cause problems at our wedding.”

Sandy grimaced, then downed the rest of her Port, and refilled our glasses. “I know,” she said. “I realize that. But it’s not going to be easy. He was brought up to respect the Pride.”

“Of course he was, but he made it work for Gracie and he can smooth it over for you. Interactions with relatives never are easy, love. I admit I’m rather grateful Aegis doesn’t have any living relatives that we know of.”

Sandy took a deep breath and nodded. “We’ll get through it. So, what’s going on? We haven’t had the chance to talk about anything except wedding plans for the past few weeks. Did you manage to clear out the attic?”

A few weeks back, Aegis—my fiancé and one of the hottest vampires around—and I had discovered a secret room in the attic. We had also managed to trigger an ancient curse that had sent me into the Underworld to plead with Ereshkigal for not only my life, but an end to the hex.

That was right before my ex had kidnapped me, beat the crap out of me, and then went tumbling over the side of a cliff, freefalling his way to his death.

“Yeah, and we’ve turned it into a nice storage room. We thought about making it another bedroom. We could advertise it as the ‘cursed bedroom’ or some such gimmick, but that sort of thing makes me really uneasy. I don’t trust that it wouldn’t backfire on us.”

“Good point.”

“It’s been one hell of a holiday season, that much I’ll say. But now, things were going smoothly, and the Bewitching Bedlam bed-and-breakfast is operating at full capacity, so it’s all good, I guess.” I paused as Kelson peeked back in.

“Maddy, Ralph is here. He says it’s important.” She rolled her eyes, staring at the ceiling.

I glanced at Sandy. Ralph Greyhoof was a pain in the ass. He and his brothers ran the Hearts Desire Inn down the road, and they were the muskiest, horniest group of satyrs ever. Ralph and I had finally developed a truce, of sorts, after a whole lot antipathy on his part, that had led to both injuries and death. But truthfully, I had to admit, when he wasn’t being a lecher or paranoid, he wasn’t half-bad. Ralph was just someone easiest to take in small doses.

“All right, send him in. But if he’s here to whine about his relationship again, I’m booting his ass. I’ve given him all the free advice I intend to.” I glanced at Sandy. “Let’s break out the wine. Port isn’t going to do it.”

She laughed, standing. “I’ll go get a bottle. Red Velvet Magic? It’s got chocolate undertones, and I’ve got a bottle in the car.”

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

As she ducked out of the room, Ralph entered.

“Sandy,” he said, giving her a friendly nod as they passed each other.

Ralph was gorgeous, I had to give him that. He was six-three, with shiny brown hair down to his butt. The hair on his legs was the same color, and his hooves had an ebony sheen to them, they had obviously been polished. The paunch he had developed was gone, probably thanks to the encouragement of his girlfriend. But Ivy Vine, a wood nymph, was also a demanding, high-maintenance chick, and Ralph was constantly asking me how to make her happy. Part of me wanted to tell him to dump her. She obviously wasn’t in love with the Ralph she had first met—just the one she wanted to make him over into. But Ralph was so much more palatable to be around since he had taken up with her.

“What’s up, girl?” Ralph dropped on the sofa, his voice cheerful. My hopes raised that maybe this was a social visit, rather than him wanting a makeshift therapist.

“Shortly, my blood alcohol level. How’s it hanging, Ralph?” I shifted, wincing. I was healing up, all right, but lately, I’d had more than my share of shakeups and I could use some nice, boring evenings playing Scrabble with Aegis, Max, and Sandy.

“Not bad. I can’t stay long, but I wanted to give you something. I found it in a vintage shop and…Well, you’ve been so helpful with your advice, and seeing that you’re getting married soon, I thought you might like this.” He handed me a gift-wrapped present. “It’s just a little engagement present.”

I stared at the box. It was wrapped in pink and gold paper, and tied with a gorgeous gold ribbon. I had the feeling either the clerk or Ivy had been responsible for the wrapping. I took the box, trying to find the right words.

“Thank you, Ralph. I never expected you to buy me anything.” I gave him a warm smile. Sometimes, my cynical shell felt like it was cracking just a little.

“What’s going on?” Aegis asked, entering the room. He crossed to where I was sitting and gave me a long kiss, his lips cool against mine. Dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a black mesh muscle shirt, he filled both of them out nicely. Aegis’s hair was pulled back in a tight braid, and his eyes were gleaming—his vampiric glamour fully charged. He and the Bedlam Boys were playing a gig down at the Utopia, and Aegis had pulled out all the stops to give the audience what they wanted.


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