Hello, everyone! Thank you, Ally, for allowing me to swing by again đ„° (You’re always welcome!-Ally)
A couple of days ago, The Blood Witch was released. It’s a story I wrote for National I am in Control Day. If you don’t know me, I write stories for all those silly days out there – today, for example, it’s National Black Forest Cake Day. Always nice with an excuse to eat cake, right?
National I am in Control Day is observed annually on March 30th. It was created because when, back in 1981, there was an assassin attempt on Ronald Reagan, the secretary of state told everyone at a press conference that he was in control. Chaos erupted since some folks thought he was trying to take over after Reagan when he had no right to do so.
Sometimes it doesn’t take much to create a holiday đ
I seldom read stories where the characters are royalty – some, of course, but I’ve never gone looking for a story with a king or a queen, and I’ve most definitely never written one.
I’m Swedish, and Sweden is a monarchy. The royal family is mostly there as decoration and a waste of money. In case you didn’t catch it in my tone, I’m not a fan. I don’t dislike the king as such, the poor sod never had a choice, and I would never want to trade places with him, but…
So when I decided to write a king, I also decided there would be no fancy clothes, balls, princesses in expensive dresses, and the king would not be there as some kind of ornament.
Conri is a werewolf, and he rules over Northbridge, a small city. The world is divided into areas, most pretty small, and the supernatural population are ruled by a king or queen. The supes have fewer rights than humans – they’re not allowed to own businesses, they’re not allowed any higher education, the legal system doesn’t treat them fairly and so on.
To make sure no supernatural being is lying about their race, there are blood tests when applying for school and other things.
Nick is a blood witch, and as a blood witch, he can change blood. This makes him a great asset to a kingdom, but blood witches are often kept prisoner by their kings or queens so they can be forced to work for them. Nick managed to escape his former king, and he has no plans of going back to working for a king ever again.
He’s managed to hide in Northbridge for six years, but one day he outs himself, and now the king demands he come and pay his respects.
I loved writing this one, and who knows, I might write more kings in the future LOL
Excerpt:
A blood witchâConri had a blood witch in his kingdom, and it could earn him power and freedom beyond any kingâs dreams. He wasnât sure how it would work, but it was what heâd heardâa blood witch could strengthen a kingâs power in ways no one else could. Conri had promised no harm would come to the man whoâd saved Cellica, but now the little shit refused to pay his respects, and Conri was running out of options. People flocked around him. They came to Twilight, his nightclub, simply to be close to him. His bed never lacked lovers, and his schedule didnât have any gaps unless he put them thereâwhich he tried to do as often as possible. Everyone wanted to be close to the king, and when he summoned someone, they showed up. He did not beg for anyoneâs attention. He didnât have to. He was king. The fucking witch. âIâm going to talk to him.â He grabbed his phone and called Urien, his second in command. Most would frown at a werewolf having a vampire as his closest ally, but it worked great. Conri didnât do packs, so he didnât have a beta, and if heâd picked an alpha from another shifter group, all hell would break loose. Urien was a godsend. As soon as the call connected, he spoke. âWill you be in soon?â Urien slept through the day, so Conri couldnât fault him for not being in earlierâit was the only downside with having a vampire as his second. âIâm already in the building. There was some trouble by the stage. Itâs sorted.â Conri hummed. In one area of the bar, they had live performances during opening hours. If there was trouble, it often started there. âIâm going out for a bit. You can reach me on my cell.â He ushered Zephirah out of the office and locked the door. âIâll come with you.â Zephirah fluffed her hair. âNo, Iâm going alone.â She pouted. âBut it could be dangerous.â He gave her an impassive look until she snarled âFine!â and stomped away. Conri feared sheâd become a problem one day soon. The closer he came to the house where the blood witch lived, the deeper his frown became. Blood witches were wealthy beyond belief, and yet this one lived in the worst part of the city. Cellica lived here because the pack had shunned her. Sheâd broken a matingâno one ever did. The male sheâd been mated to had been picked for her and wasnât her true mate. He had personally made sure the mate wouldnât come back. He could do nothing about how the pack treated her, not without becoming a member, and he wasnât going to. He had tried to move her to a better area which she had refused, but she had allowed him to pay her rent a couple of times when things had been worse than usual. He jogged up the stairs of the decrepit building where heâd been told the blood witch had his apartment and knocked on his door. âHello?â Conri frowned at the door but didnât reply. When the footsteps moved away, he knocked again. âYes?â âOpen the door.â Conri would not shout through a closed door. âNo.â âOpen the door or Iâll open it myself.â âIâm calling the cops.â Conri cursed. âI only want to talk to you.â âDonât patronize me.â Conri frowned again. He wasnât patronizing. âI wasnât.â âHow naive do you think I am?â According to Cellica, the man was short, slim, and young-looking. Conri had been thirty-one when heâd become king, and heâd ruled this city for eleven years. When Cellica had said young-looking, heâd assumed the witch was in his early twentiesâa pup. Someone he could intimidate and control. The months leading up to this day had told him the witch wasnât easily intimidated. âOpen the door.â âI think not. Calling the cops now.â Conri growled. âIâm the king.â âI donât care.â For a second, anger flared in his chest, then he pursed his lips. âYouâre not human, which means you belong to me.â âIâm human. Now go away.â A second later, Conri heard the witch talk on the phone, informing someoneâthe police most likelyâthere was someone trying to break into his apartment. Conri growled. âIâll be back.â He gave the door a soft knock before slinking down the stairs and out on the street. He walked to the back of the building and counted the windows. The tiny balconies didnât look sturdy enough to carry his weight, but it was worth a try. Buy The Blood Witch: JMS Books :: Amazon :: books2read.com/TheBloodWitch
About The Blood Witch
Nick Adore has been in hiding for six years. He does his best to pass himself off as human and only wants to be left alone. But one day, he walks in on a robbery. Instead of quietly walking away, he reveals himself as a blood witch, and now the werewolf king demands to see him.
Conri Biast is king. He has been the king of Norbridge for eleven years, but someone is trying to take him down. For months, he’s known there’s a blood witch in his territory who refuses to pay his respects, and that puts him on the top of his list of suspects. But when he goes to confront the witch, things don’t turn out the way he’d planned. The witch is his mate.
 Nick doesn’t want to be anywhere near Conri. Being close to kings always ends with him getting hurt, but he finds himself sucked into the power struggle. Conri doesn’t know who he can trust, but he knows he needs Nick by his side. Together, they’re strong, but are they strong enough to keep the throne?
Gay Paranormal Romance: 43,009 words
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About Holly Day:
According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserve a story. If sheâll have the time to write them remains to be seen. She lives in rural Sweden with a husband, four children, more pets than most, and wouldnât last a day without coffee.
Holly gets up at the crack of dawn most days of the week to write gay romance stories. She believes in equality in fiction and in real life. Diversity matters. Representation matters. Visibility matters. We can change the world one story at the time.
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