Nope, first you have to read the synopsis.
After the events on Samhain Eve things have calmed down for High King Eamon and his Fianna. The Unseelie Court is under new rule, and Eamon is happily married—and with an heir on the way! But just when it seems like things couldn’t be better, reports of changelings keep coming into BPAFF (Bureau of Protection Against Fair Folk). With the risk of children being changed out in their cribs, especially when a royal heir is weeks from being born, Eamon enlists the help of Aeden Mac Cool, Commander of Na Fianna, and Cassandra Whalen, Director of BPAFF, to deal with the threat before it escalates. Riots, Faerie rebels, and road trips with the King of the Unseelie—it’s just a typical day, right?
The book is releasing on August 31st. Fun, yes??? (WPFP's birthday, actually. It'll be two years old ... my how time flies...)
This scene is part of a larger scene, you can find the other parts on this link here, listed in order.
“Now what?” Rory asked.
“We wait,” I told him, opening the closet and pushing the fallen clothes and toys to one side before I stepped in. “I’ll wait in here, you should hide under one of the beds.”
He gave me a longsuffering look before he sighed and lowered himself onto his stomach to worm under the bed nearest the door. “This is going to be one of those plans that backfires on me, isn’t it?”
“Quit complaining. You know I always have your back, kid,” I told him with a grunt as I fought the door closed. It was tight but I could watch the window through the slats, the most likely way the Faerie would come in.
“You know this might just be happening because they’re not taking babies,” Rory said, his voice muffled from under the bed.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, people usually ward against Faeries with iron over the cradles, and stuff. The most susceptible time for changeling exchanges is the first six months of a baby’s life, but a lot of people stop warding after a year or two at the most if they even bother to go that long. The faeries might just have realized it’s easier.”
“That is true. In fact it would make more sense for them to do it like this because, as you said, parents aren’t nearly as careful with kindergarteners as they are with infants.”
“At least I don’t have to hide in a crib,” Rory said and shifted with a slight whimper. “Ow, there’s a dragon poking my back. How much longer do you think we’ll have to wait?”
“Probably no longer than midnight,” I said, still watching the window and the pale moonlight seeping through. “Now hush.”
Rory grumbled something else, but settled down. After a while, I thought I heard him snoring and was about to wake him up when I saw a shadow cross the window, playing over the floor of the room. “Rory,” I hissed.
“Hm, wha’ ow!” he jumped, and there was a thump as he hit his head on the underside of the bed.
“Hush, I think he’s coming.”
I froze, watching the window as it opened very slowly and quietly; just wide enough for a dark, slim figure to slip through with a bundle clutched tightly to his chest. He went to the beds where we had put pillows under the blankets to make it look like the boys were still there. I waited until he had moved past me before I flung the door to the closet open and leapt out.
And now, finally, the cover!
Hazel wanted me to let you know that all comments that you leave on the participating posts in this reveal count towards a giveaway so ... go comment. Someone is going to win ebook copies of the two previous books, and that someone might be you.