Today I am so pleased to welcome Kasia Bacon to Joyfully Jay. Kasia has come to reveal the cover for her upcoming release, The Highlander. She has also brought along an exclusive excerpt and a giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!
I’m delighted to reveal the cover of The Highlander—the second installment in my fantasy Order series and continuation of The Mutt
It was a great pleasure to work with Marek Frankowski—the talented artist and illustrator behind this stunning cover design.
The ebook, already available for pre-order, will be released on Amazon and KU on 31st August.
Many thanks to Jay for hosting me!
I hope you will take part in the giveaway and enjoy this exclusive excerpt from The Highlander.
A deathly hush fell over the camp an hour after the evening bugle call.
All was quiet.
Except for my tentmate Ghor, whose whistling snores grated on my nerves. The oblivious bastard didn’t even realise his luck. Consumed by envy at his ability to put his head down and drift off, I entertained the idea of snapping his neck. Or suffocating him with a pillow. Or punching his nose into his brain. All of those would take only a moment.
I shifted onto my back and stared into the darkness that veiled the canvas roof. My breath came out in little plumes of grey in front of my face; my nipples stood at attention. Were my toes frostbitten? In contrast to the heat of the southern Empire, the supposedly temperate climate of the Elven Country translated, in reality, to freezing. I pulled the blankets tighter around me.
They said soft beds made soft soldiers. The stiffness of my army-issued bedroll bore testimony to why the Elven forces acquired the reputation of the toughest in the world. The fucking thing dug into my shoulder blades and hips, which had been tender to begin with, courtesy of Cián’s meaty fists. My squad’s hyoshie remained hell-bent on defeating me in combat sparring. Good on him for having goals.
I concentrated on the dull ache and relaxed into it. My father had taught me to embrace pain. With time, not only had I learnt to let it soothe me, but I’d grown to savour it.
Rare were the occasions when I managed to extract more than a wink of shut-eye from the night. More often than not, even if I did doze off, I’d stir shortly afterwards.
Sleep had never come easily to me. Not since the age of seven, when I woke to the news of a battle won and my mother proclaimed its hero. Its dead hero. A week later, a sinewy stranger by the name of Lu Feninghan arrived to claim me as his son. I remember he wore a hooded doublet, and I had to crane my neck to examine the two curved swords strapped to his back.
His intention to take me away to the Empire didn’t sit well with the enraged members of my clan—the powerful Féyes clan. The only thing that restrained them from ripping the man to shreds was the writ in his possession affixed with the Queen’s seal. Not even the fact that my father turned out to be the Grand Master of the Order appeased my relatives; he was still a human. The royal consent permitting me to leave the Elven Country stood in contradiction to the law, which stated that maternal half-breeds belonged with their mothers’ families.
It didn’t take much guessing to figure out which services the head of the Assassin’s Guild must’ve pledged to the Crown in exchange for this departure from the rules. Only my father’s closest enforcers knew how many contract hits it amassed to. Queen Nae’amh dealt harshly with disloyal subjects, no matter how prominent, and those who misstepped couldn’t count on second chances. That lesson on the value of blood as currency etched itself in my mind.
Two sleep-inducing techniques had worked for me throughout my teenage years. One involved knocking myself out from exertion. Running did the trick for a while, but wooden dummy training—both with a knife and barehanded—proved superior. Its repetitive relentlessness drained me of energy. The raw burn in my knuckles, forearms and shins calmed me and sent me crashing afterwards.
On the nights when everything else failed, I resorted to my emergency tactic: drinking fortified mead. I’d kept a flagon under my bed ever since I’d turned fourteen.
Given the chronic nature of my sleep-deprivation, I held no expectations of coming across an ultimate remedy. Certainly not at the camp. Until one night, when a fair-haired Highlander, armed with a lopsided smirk and a black glint in his bottomless eyes, sneaked into my bed.
The first time he did so almost cost the idiot a blade to the throat. Who would try to creep up on an assassin? I’d recognised his scent in time to just barely graze his skin. Yet it only halted him for an instant. He murmured in his mountain brogue, “What the hell is it with you and my neck?” Then he’d found his way under my covers and wrapped himself around me.
Just like that.
As if he belonged there.
The disconcerting truth of it was—he did. I knew it deep in my bones.
Otherwise, why would I sleep soundly when by his side, feeling his warm body pressed against mine?
I sighed. I hadn’t had a restful night since Ervyn’s squad had left a fortnight before to practice mounted archery skills on the plains and hills around the camp. I wanted to think these incidents unrelated, but I considered lying to myself a pointless exercise.
All at once, I found myself overwhelmed by a pang of yearning for his lips on mine. Insatiable and impertinent. Insistent. The mere memory of the way he would grip my chin and pull me down to meet his mouth—so rough and entitled—sent blood rushing to my groin. Why did
I love the way he took liberties with my body? Why did I allow it? At the end of the day, we both realised I could obliterate him in two strikes if I wanted.
He’d come to see me prior to his departure. I’d wished he’d kissed me then. But he just pressed a hard, slick object into my palm. He’d been gone before I managed to look at it. A blue crystal of some kind, gemlike and pretty, had lain in my opened fist, its colour vaguely familiar. I’d taken to carrying it around in my pocket for reasons I didn’t stew over.
Increasingly loud snores from across the tent interrupted my train of thought. Certain that sleep would continue to elude me, I turned onto my stomach and reached under my cot. Blindly, I felt for the round-bellied bottle I’d placed there. A moment later I sat on the bed cross-legged, downing long swallows of the familiar warmth. Once the initial burning dissipated in my throat, I closed my eyes, stretched my neck and took some long breaths.
The tap, tap, tap outside my tent alerted me to someone’s presence. Two sets of footsteps came from opposite directions. One lighter and quicker; the other—unhurried but purposeful.
I reinserted the stopper into the neck of the flagon and put it away. Silently, I got up and positioned myself by the tent entrance.
“You’d better have a reason to be wandering around after the curfew.” Cián kept his voice low as he addressed the visitor, but I recognised it nonetheless.
“Aye, sir.” My heart jumped at the combination of a mountain lilt and throaty tone. “I do.”
“Care to share?”
The brief pause that followed suggested not so much. I smirked.
“Hyoshie Hélk just finished debriefing my squad. I’m heading out to my tent, sir.”
“And you’re lurking here because…?”
“I stopped to take a leak, sir.”
“Right here?” Suspicion tinted Cián’s response. “Is the concept of a latrine alien to you, Morryés?”
“We rode for hours, sir. My bladder’s bursting.”
“My heart bleeds for you,” the hyoshie sneered.
I found a small gap between the edges of the canvas folds and peeked outside. The light given off by the watch-fires allowed me, just barely, to make out the unfolding events.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t hold it anymore.” Ervyn reached for the ties at his waist and pulled at them, unfazed, with the clear intention of whipping out his cock.
I smothered a snicker.
Cián shook his head with disdain. “Whatever is wrong with you, Morryés, is not a small thing.” He spat on the ground, then turned and walked away, muttering insults about mountain savages that defamed their mothers.
I drew aside one flap of the tent.
Ervyn’s eyes met mine as if he’d known I’d been watching him all along. He winked and grinned. “Ain’t nothing small about that, though.” Grabbing his crotch, he thrust his hips forward, his unfastened trousers loosening all the more.
I fought an urge to roll my eyes but couldn’t help smiling back. I widened the opening of the tent for him.
He didn’t hesitate. Before slipping inside, he cast a sideways glance in the direction where Cián had vanished. “He’s still sniffing around you then, the fucker?”
That caused him to narrow his eyes. He made a grab at the back of my head. “Tey helvêt mu-ehrs es, riénh né bac derrve.” A hint of agitation added an edge to his words.
I hadn’t the first clue what he’d said, although I recognised the word mine and a curse thrown in. Still, his unceremonious touch coupled with his rhotic accent seemed good enough for my cock to tent the front of my trousers. And it only got better when he drew me close and shoved his tongue into my mouth.
For years I couldn’t stand people touching me in any way other than during a fight. Yet there I was, shivering with desire, yielding to his velvety strokes as he—insolent and all-conquering—toyed with me however he willed.
Something raw raced to the surface of my skin and clawed to get out every time he did this.
So I didn’t stab him, punch him or push him away. Instead, I busied myself with sucking on his tongue and producing pathetic whimpers from my throat.
I, Lochan of the famed Féyes clan, know all about fighting.
As a half-breed Elf, I have struggled against prejudice and feelings of inadequacy.
A recluse by nature, I have battled my aversion to touch and interaction with others.
To become an assassin of The Order, I have learnt to overcome the limitations of my mind and body.
But denying the power Ervyn Morryés holds over me might be the one fight I lose. The truth is—damn it all—the relentless Highlander brings me to my knees.
Note: This novelette is the second in the Order Series, and not a stand-alone installment. Reading THE MUTT is crucial for its full enjoyment.
A linguist and an avid reader with a particular fondness for fantasy and paranormal genres, <strong>KASIA BACON</strong> lives in London with her husband. When not tearing her hair out over a translating project, she writes stories about the shenanigans of emotionally constipated assassins and sexy Elves. Otherwise, she can be found shaking her loins at a Zumba class, binging on anime or admiring throwing knives on Pinterest. She has a mild coffee and lemon tart addiction. A lover of MMA and Muay Thai, she also enjoys nature and the great outdoors. She dreams of becoming independently wealthy, leaving the city and moving into her wooden mini-manor—located in the heart of stunning forests resembling those of the Elven Country depicted in her tales.
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Congrats on your upcoming book release, Kasia. I kinda hope the highlander would actually appear on that cover, actually. 😀
Favorite fantasy beings, for me it’s either dragon or gryffon as these creatures seem indestructable. I love it ever more if they’re actually shifters (I couldn’t just pick one, I’m greedy like that. :p ).
It’s good to be greedy in this case, Didi, me thinks!! 😉 I’m totally with you on dragons.
And it is Ervyn, the title character, on the cover 😉 He prefers leather trousers to a kilt and likes showing off his abs. Not that I complain. 😉
This is a great series. Kasia has a great voice and there are the best kind of elves. Definitely check it out. (Don’t enter me in the giveaway)
Aww, Michelle made me blush. It is a rare occurrence 😉
LOve the new cover.
Yay *jumps up and down*
I’m so happy there is more on the Order… I loved the two books I’ve read so far, I’ve eagerly waiting for more. As for my fav fantasy beings, Elves, of course, ever since I first read the Lord of the Rings…
A girl after my own heart 😉
And thank you, Susana, I’m ecstatic you think so!!
Gorgeous cover! The artwork is incredible. I would even hang a print of it in my home office or something. It’s that amazing!!! Also, my favorite fantasy being is also elves. Anything with elves makes me a happy person.
I couldn’t agree more. And yes, Johanna, my hubs had the same idea. He gifted me this cover–framed–on my birthday. It looks bloody fantastic on my wall. 😉
Congrats on the release, sweetie! <3 the cover!!
Aww, Liv. Thanks, lovely.
Congrats on the release! My favorite fantasy beings are elves and dragons because they are usually both mysterious and often rather sly.
I like your reasoning here, Jen 😉 And thanks so much!
Well done! My favourite fantasy beings are dragons and seers (if you count them). Pegasi are pretty cool as well!
Ooooo. I’m fascinated with seers. I might have an idea for a teensy-weensy story about one, too…
What an excerpt and cover! They are definitely a winning combination!
Hurraaahh! 😉 *fist pump*
oops! Dragons of course!
Why? Because they can swoop down and flutter their long lashes after which they whisk you away into the clouds!
Well, isn’t that just the best reason, Diane!!
Great cover. Right now my favorite fantasy beings are fae because they’re strong yet appear fragile sometimes, they’re usually physically beautiful but there are still ones that aren’t, they’re long lived, some have magic, they can be tricky. So many reasons I love them.
Fae are lovely and fierce. *nods* And thank you, Lisa!
Congrats on your release. I love dragons and unicorns.
Thank you, Debra! And good choice! 😉
Lovely cover – and it has an elf! I’m there 🙂
Aww, thanks! A sexy Elf would be my pick as well, Annette 😉
Congratulations, Kasia! Thanks for sharing your lovely new cover.
I’m a fan of dragons and also of werewolves. They both have a lot of power.
Thank you, Kareni! Oh yes, lots of power. Which works great with a side of vulnerability.
Congratulations, Kasia! The cover looks amazing , I’m starting the first novelette right now. I adore fantasy novels that feature elves, but they are so rare, it’s almost sad! Can’t wait to read about the world you created!
Yay, score! 😉 Thank you so much, Marta, and can I just say I totally agree with you. I’m all for more fantasy and more Elves in M/M.
I’m delighted to announce that Annette P. is our winner! Congrats, Annette! You’ll find your prize in your email today. 😉 Thanks for participating.