Yasmine Galenorn--New York Times Bestselling Author

April Showers Bring...Bubba in Flowers?

The Wish Factor, Harvest Song Preorder, & Indigo Court News!

I have so much to tell you about this month that it's hard to know where to begin. News about the Indigo Court, about Harvest Song, the start of a free short story I'm serializing in my newsletter ONLY!

I'll start with a little personal news--my husband and I are renewing our vows on April 28th. Our 25th anniversary is on May 1st, so we decided to have a renewal handfasting! 

My second piece of news is--I have the rights to the Indigo Court Series back! I can't tell you just how incredibly happy this makes me. I'll be re-releasing them at the rate of one a month, starting in July in e-format, and I've got gorgeous new covers for them! Find out more on my series page

New Covers of the Indigo Court Books
Harvest Song Cover

Preorder Harvest Song

HARVEST SONG comes out on May 15, 2018. You can preorder the e-versions or the audio versions. PRINT will be available through Amazon only (print on demand) and only after the release date. 

Book 20 (out of 21) in the Otherworld Series, Delilah has quite a struggle in front of her. 

Shadow Wing sends Yerghan the Blade after us. The warrior led the battle alongside Telazhar during the Scorching Wars, and was banished to the Sub-Realms along with the ancient necromancer. Now, his new mission: kill my sisters and me. When Yerghan attacks my home, Shade finds himself fighting for his life. Deep in a coma, he’s lost in the Realm of Wandering Souls. My sisters and I must journey there to find him and bring him back. But in order to do so, we must face our darkest fears, or forever risk losing my love among the mists of limbo. 

The Silver Stag Cover

The Silver Stag!

I am SO thrilled with the wonderful response to the SILVER STAG! If you missed it, here's your chance to pick it up! I'm working on book 2--Oak & Thorns--now!

Join Ember Kearney as she is enlisted by the Wild Hunt, bound to keep the war between the Fae Courts from spilling out into the mortal world.

Next Month

Below, you'll find the first part of The Wish Factor, the short story that only YOU, my newsletter readers, get a first look at! 

Next month's newsletter will go out on May 5th with more news, and the next part of the story. :) Until then, have a wonderful month! And don't forget--if you love my books, think about leaving me a good review on Amazon or Goodreads or tell your friends. Thank you!

The Wish Factor cover

The Wish Factor

For the next few months, I will be serializing a short story I wrote about Bubba's origins. For those who haven't read any of the Bewitching Bedlam books so far, Bubba is a cjinn--he's part cat, part djinn, and he lives with Maddy, a 387 year old witch, on Bedlam Island in the San Juan Islands. 

When fun-loving witch Maddy Gallowglass moves to Bedlam to restore an old mansion and turn it into a magical bed-and-breakfast, the last thing she expects is to meet her match in the gorgeous vampire Aegis, a former servant of Apollo. 

Please do not post ANY of the story excerpts online anywhere or I won't be able to continue offering these perks. 

So...the story of how Bubba and Maddy met--from Bubba's point of view:

The Wish Factor
Part One

He wasn’t very good at his wishing yet, although his mother kept telling him “It will come, Younger Son. The power will come.” She spoke convincingly, with love in her voice, and every time she reassured him, he felt better. All he had to do was grow a little older, and keep practicing, and everything would be fine.

He wasn’t sure if he believed her. Sometimes she didn’t sound entirely convinced, but he appreciated her trying. Meanwhile, his brother and sisters all had seemed to get the hang of wishing without a problem. They popped in and out, were summoning up mice and conjuring toys while Younger Son sat in the corner, focusing, desperate to make the hairball on the floor vanish. It hadn’t felt good coming up, and now it seemed to mock him, sitting there, a pile of fluff and spit.

“Listen to me. My brother didn’t get his first wish right until he was a year older than you. And even if it takes you longer, I have faith. I can sense the magic in you.” Mollikins, his mother, a beautiful calico cjinn, gave him a lick on the head. It didn’t do much for his cowlick, but he started to purr, secure in the knowledge that she loved him no matter what.

It didn’t help any that he hadn’t heard his name yet, either, but Mollikins assured him that, too, would come. “You know that you’ll hear your name when you find your power. So quit fretting. Go play. It’s a beautiful day out, and the moths are swarming.”

Still fretting, Younger Son bounded outside to chase the bugs and have a tumble with his siblings, trying not to envy them. But his sisters had been given their names already, and his brother—Older Son—seemed on the verge of receiving his. All cjinn’s discovered their real name when they perfected the Wish Factor and Younger Son was feeling more and more of an outsider each day as his siblings grew and he didn’t. Besides being stunted magically, he was also the runt of the litter, born last and weighing a good pound less than the others.

He was doing his best to be happy for them. After all, it wasn’t their faults they were developing normally.

Katrina had been given her name when she was able to manifest her first bowl of food. She had announced it to the others proudly, with a glow that set her long, black fur to glistening.

Second, came Headley. Headley had heard her name during an orgiastic romp with some catnip. They had all been lolling around in a garden, enjoying the unexpected surprise of a catnip plant, when she had jumped up and raced over to her mother yelling, “I’m Headley! I’m Headley!”

Then, Deirdre had fallen into a puddle. It was deep enough that it could drown a young cjinn, but she had managed to transport herself out with a wish. As the others watched, horrified, she quit struggling, vanished, and then appeared beside Mollikins, shaking the water off. And she had learned her name.

And Older Son seemed closer than ever. He kept saying that he felt like it was on the tip of his tongue, although he could be lying—trying to save face. But truth was, his wishing was getting better and better while Younger Son’s...was not.

Oh, it wasn’t that he didn’t try. He kept practicing his wishes, wishing for a mouse, wishing for butterflies to chase, wishing for anything to happen. But so far, not much had manifested. His wishes were rapidly approaching a hope and a prayer than any real magic.

Disgruntled, he wandered over to a patch of tall grass and watched his sisters from a safe distance, where he snuggled down behind a patch of bramblelions, thinking.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself, the truth was, he could manage to wish up things. But the results had scared him. Like the time he had wished for a mouse, and found himself stuck inside a mouse hole. Luckily, Mollikins had been keeping an eye on him closely, and she realized what happened before any damage was done. She had managed to wish him back to her side, but if she hadn’t been there, he might have suffocated.

And so Younger Son spent his days playing, trying to resign himself with the idea that maybe, just maybe, he really was a runt. Maybe he never would develop his powers in a way where they worked consistently.

Part two coming in May


Yasmine Galenorn