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My name is Marbrey Small, but my vision has always been large. By hard work and study, I got myself off the street and built a business from the ground up.

Now my magic is changing and mechanical people are beginning to look like you and me. Others have claimed it is my fault, but can I be blamed for things out of my control?

My lover is trying to protect me from the fallout, but even a duke can’t fight back against the magistrate all alone. This is my story of how a street rat became a duke’s lover and the beacon of hope and hate.

Birthday Contest #2

Today we celebrate Amber’s birthday! We have 5 Gears prize packs and a few gift cards giveaways. Each pack comes with a unique Gears necklace, and yes it is open to international winners too!

As always for the first contest, let’s all wish Amber a Happy Birthday!

Today is My Birthday & First Contest!

Today is my birthday. I turn 51 this year, so yay I made it another year. We will be running several contests today. One of my closest friends is visiting this week to celebrate with me which is always fun. Later I will be going to see the new Ghostbusters. I’ve been a lifelong movie junkie. I love movies, even bad ones 🙂

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My name is Marbrey Small, but my vision has always been large. By hard work and study, I got myself off the street and built a business from the ground up.

Now my magic is changing and mechanical people are beginning to look like you and me. Others have claimed it is my fault, but can I be blamed for things out of my control?

My lover is trying to protect me from the fallout, but even a duke can’t fight back against the magistrate all alone. This is my story of how a street rat became a duke’s lover and the beacon of hope and hate.

Blog Story #13

“Once Tatiana contacts the dark king someone from his court will visit you. They have different tests and maybe he will be able to test your roots.” Amon reassured him.

Or it would’ve been reassuring if Finn didn’t worry everything. “What do you think he’s going to do?”

“What do you mean?” Cian asked.

“Is he going to want me in his court or will he see me as a problem?” Historically unknown royals showing up had never been well received by the ruling class.

“King Eohric isn’t worried about anyone taking his throne. He’s been an established ruler since before my grandparents were alive. He rules with fair but ruthless hand. Unfortunately the fae kingdom is known for its infighting and violence so the number of royals isn’t that great. He will more than likely fight with Tatiana to keep you in his kingdom.”

“I’m not sure if that is better or worse than I expected. I would still like to investigate the murders. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to stay here.” Being a cop was the only job he ever wanted and he had a job to do. Maybe it originally wasn’t given to him with the best of intentions but it was his.

Cian snorted. “Do you actually think you’ll be able to go back to your life?”

A cold ball of nerves and worry curled in Finn’s stomach. “What do you mean? I work for the paranormal police, becoming a fae shouldn’t affect my job.”

Amon patted Finn’s shoulder, the feel more condescending than reassuring. “Dear one, the royals will never allow you to go back above. You are their kin and they will want to protect you. There aren’t more than a handful of winged royals. No matter which court you end up in you will be considered precious. You will have guards assigned to you as soon as you step foot outside of your quarters again.

“So what am I supposed to do with my life? Sit in my suite and be pampered? I grew up with a single mother who worked her ass off for me to have everything I needed. I’m not going to become a court royal and suck up to the queen or king all day!” Finn’s wings flared out again under the force of his ire.

“Good to know,” a rich, velvety voice spoke behind him.

Finn spun around. Wind whipped through the air slamming the stranger into the wall outside his suite.

“Shit.” Finn raced over to help the other man to his feet. “Sorry about that. However I did it.”

The man he had helped to his feet gave him a wide grin. Smooth golden brown skin graced cheekbones only a sculpture could capture. His gold-flecked eyes lit with interest as he examined Finn beneath a shaggy mass of black hair that hung to his shoulders. “Greetings young royal, I’m Criss Shadehold your new guard.” He flicked a glance up and down Finn’s body. “Let me know if you need me to guard you inside or outside the bedchamber. The closer I am, the better I can protect you.”

Even as socially awkward as Finn was he couldn’t miss the blatant invitation.

“He is fine without a personal guard,” Amon snarled. He stepped between Finn and Criss blocking Finn’s view of the handsome newcomer.

“With you guarding him I doubt he’d last the day. Wasn’t it one of yours that was murdered five days ago?” Criss taunted.

Finn tried to see Amon’s face, but the guard blocked Finn from stepping around him.

“That was ruled an accident,” Amon stated, his voice colder than Finn had heard so far.

“Your court is having a lot of accidents lately,” Criss replied.

“I hear yours had a few yourself,” Cian stepped into the conversation.

“Excuse me but could someone tell me what is going on?” Finn wasn’t an idiot but he’d gone from being ignored by pretty much everyone to becoming a bone of contention between two powerful factions. He’d like to return to being unknown as soon as possible. Unfortunately he had a feeling that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon, if at all.

Criss pushed his way into the room. “Despite your pretty impressive air magic, you are vulnerable. There are a few factions who don’t appreciate newer, more powerful entries into the battle for power. You coming in with royal blood and poised to be a king and or queen favorite won’t sit right with many people. The fact you have beautiful and impressive wings will just feed into the jealousy and people will either try to kill you or bed you.”

“Interesting that you don’t even bother stating you wanted to bed him while he’s so vulnerable,” Amon hissed.

“And I don’t supposed you’ve done any flirting of your own?” Criss asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That is because he’s gorgeous not because I want to raise my status?”

“Really?” Criss’s apparent disbelief had Finn questioning everything he’d learned about Amon since they’d met.

Was Amon only helping him because he wanted a better position in the court. He’d like to say no but when has anyone ever helped him without wanting anything in return. For he first time since the entire thing started Finn deeply missed Axel. His vampire partner might have lost patience with Finn from time to time but he’d always been good at breaking things down. Right now Finn would kill for a political cheat sheet that would tell him which fae belonged where and what their political motivations would be.

Looked as if life among the fae wasn’t any easier than life with humans.

Blog Story #12

Chapter Six

It was decided by the queen that Finn would stay in her court but that they would send a note to the Dark Fae King Eohric to let him know of the new royal member.

“See to it that Finn gets quarters in the royal wing,” Tatiana ordered.

“Yes, your highness,” Amon said. He bowed low but when Finn followed his lead Tatiana spoke.

“You are a royal Finn, you do not bow so low to others. I am your queen and it is proper to just bow your head in my presence. You will not grovel before family.”

Finn took care not to let his eyes not to wander to Prince Oisin who had bowed when he approached the queen. “As you wish, your majesty.” Finn bowed only his head and when he lifted his gaze, Tatiana smiled her approval.

Amon grabbed Finn’s arm and moved him backwards while bowing until they were out of the queen’s sight.

They both let out a sigh.

“I hope you two don’t think you are escaping without me,” Cian muttered.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Amon flashed a bright-toothed smile.

“Good. Because I already know which rooms are available in the royal wing.”

“How do you know that?” Amon asked.

“I flirted with a girl from housekeeping. “ Cian smirked.

“Good job,” Finn praised.

“Thank you, my lord.”

Finn rolled his eyes. His small dealing with fae had sapped his energy already. Tatiana was terrifying.

“Just show us where he is to go,” Amon placed a hand on Finn’s arm and continued to drag him around.

Finn would’ve argued but he appreciated the support. Without these men he would’ve floundered badly when dealing with the queen. Prince Oisin had remained behind when they left the throne room and Finn couldn’t regret not dragging him along. The prince might’ve said he liked Finn, but the vibes he gave out said differently.

The stone halls became more elegant the further into the castle they walked. Bare stone gave way to thin carpets which gave way to luxurious carpets and large brilliant paintings on the walls. The bare tables changed to elegantly carved side tables covered in glass blown vases filled with flowers. Floral scented air wafted down the halls. Finn took a deep breath to suck in the amazing smell.

“Tatiana’s favorite. They were named after her,” Cian pointed to fat pink flowers with delicate petals and an incredible odor. “They are called Tatiana’s blush.”

Amon snorted. “I doubt she can blush any more.”

“Careful my friend, the walls have ears,” Cian cautioned.

Finn glanced around, his gaze sliding off the servants standing around pretending not to stare. As a cop Finn knew better than to assume no one was listening to private conversation. They didn’t say anything else until they reached an ornately carved door.

“This is yours.” Cian waved a hand toward the door.

Finn turned the handle and pushed the door open. Inside was a beautiful sitting room larger than Finn’s living room. “Wow.”

“Well, you are royalty, what did you expect?” Cian asked.

He had expected to be thrown in jail for daring to impersonate royalty. Finn wisely decided not to share that idea in case someone took him up on it.

Once all three of them were in Finn’s suite he asked his question. “What do I do now?”

“What do you mean?” Amon asked.

“I was given the serum because there were murders happening in the court and they wanted someone inside. What do I do now?” Finn passed back and forth not allowing time for either man to answer. “I’m completely out of my comfort zone here. I was a police detective this morning and this afternoon I’m part of the royal family and no one knows how.” His wings fluttered frantically as he continued to stomp back and forth. He only came to a standstill when Amon grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Easy, sweet boy.” Amon pressed his fingers to Finn’s collarbone.

Finn sucked in his breath when his wings returned to his back and Amon wrapped his arms around him. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to calm you. You’ve being overwhelmed. Transforming into a fae and meeting the queen has been too much to you for you to do in one day.”

Finn scowled and pushed Amon away. “I’m not a princess needing to be saved. I’m a cop!”

Amon smirked. “You might not be a princess but you are a prince and you might be in need of saving. Do you want to contact your old unit? They are the ones who persuaded you to take an unknown serum and I’m not sure what they would’ve done to you if it had worked as they wished.”

“They were going to have me claim to be a duke’s child and use it as an in.”

“And what would happen after you claimed the duke’s estate? Did they expect a cut of your supposed inheritance?”

“I don’t know.” He had been stupidly naive to trust his boss. “Are there even any murders happening?”

“Yes,” Cian frowned. “There have been four murders. We would appreciate any help you can give.”

“Good.” At least one thing they told him was true.

Blog Post #11

Note: I misspelled Tatiana wrong in last posting.

Chapter Four

Finn’s clenched his hands then shook them out to release the tension. How did he find himself in these situations. He should’ve listened to his mother and become a college professor of literature, or history, or anything that kept him among bookstacks and not in questionable fae kingdoms.

Amon gripped Finn’s right shoulder in a comforting hold. “Stay strong handsome, we’ll get through this.”

He didn’t get a chance to ask what he needed to get through when they reached an enormous set of double doors. A soldier stood on either side a spear in their right hand and a sword on their hips. At first glance they appeared similar but more like brothers than twins.

They crossed spears to block their way.

“Step aside,” Prince Oisin ordered. “We are here by order of Queen Tatiana.”

The guards eyed him with suspicion but moved the spears to let them pass. Cian stepped forward and pulled the door open, motioning the prince forward.

Oisin nodded then passed Cian without a word. Amon motioned Finn forward.

Finn followed with Amon at his back.

They stepped from a relatively quiet hall into a noisy throne room. Finn tried to take everything in as he walked. High ceiling soared above their heads and long windows let in the sunlight, sparkling across the unlit crystal chandeliers.

On a dais at the end of the hall stood two enormous gold thrones. A woman in a glittering gold and silver gown sat languidly on one, a diamond tiara graced her brow, an accent to her incredible beauty.

Finn, in his slacks and discount dress shirt felt more than a little underdressed. He straightened his spine. If he were going to be introduced to royalty he wouldn’t come into the encounter appearing ashamed to be there. His wings fluttered out his anxiety almost sending him to the floor. He quickly moved his feet and leaned forward to prevent falling backwards.

Prince Oisin sailed forward willing to stomp on anyone in his path. The other attendants must know him well because they fled from his path. They didn’t stop until they reached the bottom of the stairs to the thrones.

“What have you brought me Oisin?” Tatiana asked.

Oisin bowed, Amon pressed a hand to the middle of Finn’s back forcing him to bow too. He glared over his shoulder at the other fae. It wasn’t like he didn’t know to bow to a queen. Amon whispered something Finn didn’t hear.

Wings burst from Finn’s back. He bit his bottom lip to hold back a scream.

“Where did you find him?” the queen asked, her voice harsh and demanding.

“He was an officer who took the serum,” Cian said.

“Did he now?” Tatiana leaned forward to get a better look at Finn. “Come forward.”

Finn straightened and took several steps until he was beside the prince.

“The serum wouldn’t give you wings. Who are you parents.”

“I don’t know of my father’s origins. My mother was a human.”

“Interesting.” Tatiana’s eyes gleamed as if she wanted to take Finn apart and see what made him tick.

“I’m afraid they couldn’t identify my fae origins.”

“Come up here. Let me feel your magic.” Tatiana waved him closer.

Finn almost opened his mouth to deny he had any magic but he had no doubt that his denial wouldn’t be appreciated. Instead, for once, he kept his thoughts to himself and climbed up the short set of stairs then stood there waiting for further instruction.

Tatiana examined his thoroughly. “You might be part of the dark court. You have their coloring.”

“I might,” Finn agreed.

“Give me your hands,” the queen commanded.

Finn held out his hands palms up quite proud when they didn’t shake. This close, the queen’s power rolled across him in heady waves. He locked his knees to remain upright. Before he could take his hands back Tatiana placed her palms across him.

If he thought her magic strong before, the strong wave swirled into a tornado force that swirled across his skin, like a sandstorm, rubbing him raw. Finn lost track of how long he stood there, fighting against the pressure and refusing to drop to his knees. Without warning, the invading magic vanished. Finn swayed on his feet.

“You are quite the strong one, aren’t you child,” Tatiana’s calculating expression worried him. “I’m sure you will bring value to either court.”

“What court does he belong to, your majesty?” Prince Oisin dared to ask.

Tatiana offered a shining smile. “To both. He is a descendent of both. He has light and dark magic inside him. Where it came from I can’t quite tell. Some it is rather far in his ancestors. That doesn’t stop him from belonging to us. I will have the court doctor run further tests to see where his talents might lie. Until then you are a welcome addition to my court. We will see who can hold your allegiance.”

Amon rushed up to grab Finn’s arm and guide him back up the stops. Finn wondered if he had just won a stay of execution. A shiver went up his spine. If he chose the other court one day he might not live to see the following sunrise.