Copper Veins
Copper Legacy, #3
by Jennifer Allis Provost
Publication date: July 26th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy
by Jennifer Allis Provost
Publication date: July 26th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy
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Sara’s pretty sure her life is
perfect.
Not only are she and Micah
finally married, her father, who’d been missing since the Magic Wars, has been
found. Actually, he just strode up to the manor’s front door, but whatever.
Sara knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.
But Baudoin Corbeau isn’t content
to return to family life. He’s decided that he will be the force of change in
the Mundane world, and lead the Elemental resistance to victory with his
children at his side. What’s worse, Baudoin doesn’t approve of Sara’s marriage,
and makes every attempt to separate her from Micah.
After a visit to the Mundane
realm leaves Sara, Max and Sadie imprisoned by the Peacekeepers, Sara’s doubts
creep to the surface. Is her father right? Does she belong in the Mundane
realm, not the Otherworld? Is Micah really the right man–make that elf–for her?
Was marrying him a mistake?
Previous
books in the series:
We
walked all the way back to the manor instead of traveling by the much faster
metal pathways. While he didn’t say as much, I understood that Micah wanted the
extra time to clear his head, and I was content to while away the rest of the
morning with him. “I’m still a bit… grumpy about being cheated out of our
wedding night,” I muttered as we walked.
“Grumpy?”
Micah repeated. We’d stopped beside a stream to relax and splash some cool
water on our faces. “That is not quite the word I would have chosen.”
“Really?”
I’d found a stubby branch, and was doodling in the mud while I sat on a rock,
my back to the water. “And what word would you choose, General Silverstrand?”
“Hush.
I have not filled that role for a long, long time.” He leaned over and nuzzled
the soft spot behind my ear. “Lonely. Bereft. Frustrated. Unmarried.”
“Micah,
it’s only been one night.”
“Yes,
but until our marriage is consummated, we are not as one. The officiant said as
much during our ritual.”
I
recalled the actual words of the ceremony—at the time, I’d been too elated to
dissect their meaning, but Corporal Rawson had said, “And once you know her as
your wife, you are forever joined as one.” I hadn’t realized that that was what they meant, but I suppose
it made sense. At least it was an easier requirement than babies.
“Are
all marriages like that?” I asked. I felt Micah’s mouth curl into a smile.
“I
don’t know. I have only been married once.” He nipped at my ear and added, “As
for this marriage, I know that I must lie with you to seal our vows.”
“Well,”
I murmured, stretching my neck for more kisses, “I guess we’d better get on
that.”
“I
agree.” Micah leaned forward to kiss me on the mouth, but he halted when he saw
the result of my mud doodles. I had stabbed and slashed at the ground until it
looked like a rabid buffalo had churned up the soil. “Sara, what is troubling
you?”
Normally,
I would have denied any troubles in favor of more kissing, but that’s pretty
hard to do when the evidence is right in front of you. “Do… do you think it’s
weird that Dad just showed up? I mean, we’ve been looking for him forever, and
he just walks right up to the front door?”
Micah
pursed his lips, taking a deep breath before he replied. “Weird? Perhaps.
However, your father’s return is an unprecedented turn of good fortune. And on
our wedding day, no less.”
“I
love it when you say that.”
“What?”
“‘Our
wedding day.’”
Micah
took the stick from me and pulled me to my feet. “Soon, I will be telling you
about our wedding night.” He tossed the stick into the stream and tugged me
back toward the road and the manor. “Come, my love, my wife, and let me bring
you home.”
Author Info
Jennifer Allis Provost writes
books about faeries, orcs and elves. Zombies too. She grew up in the wilds of
Western Massachusetts and had read every book in the local library by age
twelve. (It was a small library). An early love of mythology and folklore led
to her epic fantasy series, The Chronicles of Parthalan, and her day job as a
cubicle monkey helped shape her urban fantasy, Copper Girl. When she’s not
writing about things that go bump in the night (and sometimes during the day)
she’s working on her MFA in Creative Nonfiction.
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