What happens when a pixie outcast seizes the throne of Faerie… while her beloved elf prince becomes a wanted criminal?
Sassy pixie Calla loves the prankster life, even if it does make her an outcast among other fae. But everything changes when Calla’s magic erases an evil blight destroying the Faerie realm. That’s when the pariah pixie becomes something unexpected: a Fae Queen.
Yet no sooner does Calla take the crown than a new and unstoppable plague appears. Things get even worse when Calla’s longtime crush, the elf Prince ‘Dare’ Darius, appears to have masterminded the outbreak before fleeing to the mountains. According to the Faerie elders, there’s only one way to end this disease…
Calla must hunt down Dare and destroy him.
Yeah. Like that will ever happen.
Instead of killing anyone, Calla vows to cure the plague while proving Dare’s innocence. And if she must pull a few mega-pranks to make it all happen? Not a problem. Even so, the path ahead is still fraught with trouble. Secret enemies scheme to manipulate the outbreak—as well as Calla’s feelings for Dare—in order to bring our favorite prankster down, once and for all.Pixieland Diaries Series1. Pixieland Diaries2. Calla3. Dare4. Winter Prince5. Ley Queen
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This morning, I wake up with a plan. Brace for the drumroll…
Ba ba ba ba ba BAAAAAAA!
And here it is…
Now that I’m Queen of the Summer Fae, I shall flush some seriously crappy stuff out of my realm. And because this diary will surely become a major historical document, I will list the two poopy things in question.
My Massive, Idealistic, And Yet Totally Achievable Goals As Queen
One. Free the human changelings who are trapped in Faerie.
Two. Make the Elven High Council accept all fae as co-rulers, not just those of the snooty and pointy-eared variety.
Together, I call this my Changeling-Council Plan. These two things have been my main obsession for years, so long as you don’t count Prince Dare.
Which brings me to the present moment. I lie curled under the covers in my royal bedroom (which is totally pink and cute) and consider my next move. There are lots of folks I should consult about my Changeling-Council Plan. But there’s only one person who never-not-once questioned that I’d eventually kick the council’s butt and redefine changeling-hood.
Keeping a diary means being brutally honest. Here goes. There’s a secret goal on my previous list of queenly stuff.
I don’t have anything more specific at this point. What can I say? I’m only sixteen.
But I do know what I need from Dare in terms of my Changeling-Council Plan. After all, the guy grew up in the winter court. Talk about knowing how to get stuff done. And the fact that Dare lives half-way across Faerie isn’t a problem, either. The prince and I have a secret way of contacting each other that’s worked since we were kids: we appear to one another as ghosts.
So it should be easy to talk to Dare and chat about my Changeling-Council Plan.
It isn’t, though.
There are two big issues in my way this morning. To begin with, I’ve got a supernatural and tickly feeling crawling up my back. And when I say ethereal tickles, you think impending doom. The last time I got this sensation, the Fartburger Trolls launched a surprise attack on Pixieland. I stopped them with a prank, but it was still a close call.
The second issue is far more serious. I cannot, not, NOT be the first one to ghost-call the prince.
Why? Last night, Dare and I went on a sleigh ride and totally smooched. Although it was my first kiss, I know the rules. Dare must begin contact with moi, not the other way around.
So instead of getting ghosty, I shall spend my morning drawing something that is completely unrelated to Dare.
Like a tree.
Christina Bauer thinks that fantasy books are like bacon: they just make life better. All of which is why she writes romance novels that feature demons, dragons, wizards, witches, elves, elementals, and a bunch of random stuff that she brainstorms while riding the Boston T. Oh, and she includes lots of humor and kick-ass chicks, too.
Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.
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