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COMING 2.2.22

Author Alora Carter and I are so pleased to bring you The Little Morsel, a heartwarming tale about the healing power of love (and applesauce). ❤ It will be available in e-book (currently up for preorder), paperback, as well as a darling hardcover edition.


Synopsis:

Feral, a retired war hero with ancient bones and thinning scales, has been living in a dragon retirement home for several centuries. There, his daily routine is always the same: wake up with creaky joints, force down the stale protein bars from Bites of Knights, avoid the caterwauling old females on the shuffleboard court, and then return to bed to dream of flying.

But when a tiny stray human shows up at his front boulder, Feral’s ho-hum world is turned upside down. Once a tentative agreement not to eat this strange little ‘morsel’ is forged, the two of them embark on a journey for applesauce that ends with each of them saving the other’s life – in more ways than one.

THE LITTLE MORSEL is a warm, lighthearted adventure that shines a delicate light on loneliness, neglect, found family, and purpose. Multifaceted and relatable, it is a story that can be enjoyed by children and adults alike.


The paperback and hardcover editions will be available on 2.2.22 ☺️

Updated: Dec 29, 2021

When Zayn, your smoking hot boss, tells you never to touch the cache of deluxe tattoo ink locked away in his office, you listen to him… until the day you run out of your own ink, your squirming client is on the verge of peeing his pants, and your boss is nowhere to be found. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?


I fully expected Zayn to yell at me when he returned to the shop. What I didn't expect was the fresh cobra tattoo on my client’s butt magically springing to life. Or for Zayn’s peculiar pet parrot to reveal the interdimensional filing cabinet hiding in the back of his office. And, oh, did I mention that my gorgeous, magic-ink-hoarding boss is actually an incubus?


Now – through (mostly) no fault of my own – we have to venture into a strange and distant land where a never-ending list of lethal flora, fauna, and fae await us. When you add in my Jewish mother’s string of poorly-timed, hysterical phone calls, there is one thing I’m grateful for: There’s no cell service in the fae realm.



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