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Title: Across Jaspen Bay
Age and Genre: NA Low Fantasy
Word Count: 119,000
Josephine may be small in stature but it’s her temper that’s really short. No one can set her off like her younger, irresponsible brothers. She spends more time than she’d care to admit trying to keep them out of danger. Edward is in line to the throne for goodness sakes! They should not be in tavern brawls or sailing around with pirates. After another all-night out, Sephine is ready to kill them. On her way into town, she’s stopped by her younger sister’s tutor; he can’t find Vivie.
She’d never expected Vivie to be in any trouble, she was the ‘perfect little princess’. But Edward is sure the Duke of Elmbank is responsible for her disappearance. His newly betrothed wife-to-be, told him she was suspicious of her uncle and fears Fandora’s recent misfortune may also be connected. But she has no proof. They can’t toss around accusations at their closest ally, especially when Edward promised to investigate the Duke in secret. Instead, they follow the whispers and clues to the southern shores of Jaspen Bay.
There Edward and Sephine find the Duke has assembled an enormous fleet of ships. He’s got revenge in his grasp. His first target is the King of Fandora; his own brother. Next, he’ll go after Valedonia and the sibling’s home. If he fulfills his own desire, his son will be rewarded by a greater power… or so he thinks. Now the young royals must try to find Vivie and stop the impending attack.
First 250 Words:
Edward and Gabe had played cards all night. That in itself was not out of the ordinary, but Gabe was bored. When he was bored, he became restless. And being restless was never good while sitting at a card table. He’d humored the men longer than he expected; it was time to have some fun.
Dawn’s grey light crept through the taverns perfectly polished windows revealing a suffocating haze within the room. By the time the sun fully rose, the place would be an oven. Gabe didn’t particularly care, but the other men, visibly uncomfortable with the heat, pulled and fanned their cotton shirts away from their chests in a poor attempt to circulate the air. Not that it would do much good; it was too thick and humid. The sweltering summer had long worn out its welcome. Poor buggers.
Cards in hand, Gabe peered over at his older brother. Edward had grown restless as well. Hand through his black hair, pinched the base of his neck; his tell on boredom. Why had they stayed so long? Although each insisted he could win it back with one more game, the strangers had already lost most of their money. A quick glance at them wiping sweat from their scruffy russet faces, brows furrowed, concentrating on their hand, reminded Gabe why he was still there… he had a reputation to uphold.
He cleared his throat and gave Edward a mischievous smile. “Do you feel a draft?”