Yasmine Galenorn--New York Times Bestselling Author

Preorders, A Contest, & Part Two of The Wish Factor

Good Afternoon, Peeps!

I hope your May is beautiful and bright. Samwise and I renewed our vows for our 25th anniversary and it was wonderful. We had friends come in from Kansas, Hawai'i, and Denver, as well as friends from where we lived in Olympia, and new friends here. It was magickal and both Samwise and I felt like it was truly a renewal--in our tradition we don't vow till 'death do us part' but 'as long as love shall last.' This was a way to acknowledge our love is still strong enough to bind us together. I thought you'd like to see a couple pictures from the yard, which we beautified for the big day (we were going to hold the handfasting outside...and...it rained! ~laughing~).

The Silver Stag, Harvest Song, & Night Myst

If you missed THE SILVER STAG, I urge you to give it a try now. I'm SO loving writing this new series and see it going on for at least eight books, if not more. It speaks to me in a way that is both magickal and exciting. OAK & THORNS, book 2, should be out in late June to early July!

And you can now preorder HARVEST SONG in e-fomat and audio format! Print (in trade-size only) will be available after the e-release (May 15th, 2018). This is book 20 of Otherworld--one last book to go next year.

And exciting news--I have the rights back to my Indigo Court Series! I'll be re-releasing them all with new covers, in e-format, starting June 18th with NIGHT MYST. If you haven't had the chance to read this series, it's one I'm very proud of and encourage you to give it a chance! It's dark, gritty, and hot.

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The Wish Factor (Part 2)

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. 

If you missed Part 1, you can read it HERE.

So...the story of how Bubba and Maddy met--from Bubba's point of view. Part 2:

And that, would mean life spent as a cat rather than a cjinn. Younger Son knew all too well what happened to cjinns like him. Most often, they ended up being stripped of their powers, for their own safety and the safety of others. After that, they usually wandered off, leaving the realm of fire for a place where they could find a home with others and be taken care of.

Younger Son understood the reasoning. A cjinn without his powers would be like...well...a day without a sunbeam. It just didn’t make sense. Even though he was young, he understood the beginnings of feeling humiliated, of feeling like a disappointment…And too many cjinns delighted in making it rough on those who couldn’t pass muster.

He had already contemplated running away. If he couldn’t manage his wish-craft, then it would be his mother who would have to strip his powers, and he didn’t want to put her in that position. So far, she still encouraged and believed in him. He couldn’t bear to lose that love.

As far as his father, Tarjan, he wasn’t quite so patient. But Tarjan was away for the moment, and it gave Younger Son breathing room. The massive Forest cat had gone in search of a new place for them to settle. The realm of fire was home turf, of course, but Tarjan came from a family of wanderers. His line had always been nomads, never settling for long in one place.

“We’re explorers,” Tarjan had said. “We don’t settle for one land. I’m going ahead, looking for a new place for us to claim. A place where the cjinns are rare, where we can stand out and make a difference.”

Mollikins had sadly acquiesced. “I’d be more than content to stay here,” she said. “But I’ll go with you, and so will our children. I guess it can’t hurt to have a look elsewhere.”

And so, they were waiting on their father to return, and Younger Son could only hope that by the time Tarjan returned, he would know his name, and not be left behind.


“You can do it! You can do it!” Headley’s encouragement was annoying, but right now Younger Son decided he could use all the cheerleading he could get.

“I’ll get it this time,” he said. He closed his eyes, focusing on the space in front of him. He wanted a mouse. A mouse would taste so good right now, and be so much fun to play with. He squeezed his eyes tight, focusing, directing all his will toward the grassy spot in front of him. Then, with the single-minded intention, he wished.

I wish for a mouse. Right here. In front of me.

There was a sparkle in the air, a sudden rush through his head, as though the wind had blown into one ear and out the other.

And then, slowly, a mouse began to appear! First its feet, then the body, then tail and ears and head. And then it was really there.

The mouse took one look at him, squeaked and turned to run, but he caught it, landing his paw on its back. Rather than play with it, because in truth—he was too afraid it would vanish, Younger Son administered the killing bite that his mother had taught him. He held it by the neck, shaking his head as he proudly carried it over to her and dropped it by her feet.

They all waited.

Younger Son listened, closing his eyes, hoping that the Great Cjinn would whisper his name to him. But...nothing. No sound. No name.

Letting out a sigh of dejection, he hung his head, but his sisters bounced around him, congratulating him on manifesting the mouse as though he had done some great, heroic deed. Feeling mollified, he raised his head and beamed at his mother. Headley and Katrina and Deidre were right. For once, his wishing had turned out all right.

Mollikins nuzzled his head. She looked down at the mouse, turning it over with her paw. “Very good. You did a good job. I’m very proud of you, Younger Son.”

“I didn’t hear my name,” he admitted, once again casting his gaze toward the ground.

“That’s all right. It will come. You will hear your name and take your place in the Lineage Book. It just takes some cjinns a little longer. But the fact that you actually manifested your mouse, and you caught it and killed it, shows that you’re on the right track.”

She let out a purr, and then began grooming his head.

He rolled over with a purr of contentment so she could reach his belly with her tongue. Grateful for his mother’s love, and for her belief in him, he decided that he would try even harder. Surely, at some point, he would learn his name.

Part 3: Coming in June

That's all for this month. Next month's newsletter will go out on June 2nd!

Yasmine Galenorn