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If you guess the eighth Freya Snow book, you would be right!

If you haven't caught up on the series so far, I would advise doing so before reading ahead to the sample chapter.

Luckily for anyone needing to catch up, the boxset of books 1-3 is currently on sale for only 99c.

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Book 7

“We’re back,” Freya called as she got back to the apartment she and Alex were renting. It had only been two weeks, but after so long on the move, that practically made it home.
Alex grinned as she got out of the bathroom, her long, silky black hair still wet from the shower. She was wearing shorts and a tank top to combat the southern Spanish heat, and Freya was definitely not complaining, though she was slightly envious. Whenever she showed off that much skin, it just revealed how many scars she had.
“How did hunting for more car-sickness potion go?”
“We were successful,” Amber chimed in from beside Freya.
Amber, being a ghost, usually wasn’t visible to anyone but Freya, but after so long of it being just the two of them, Freya was now almost constantly extending her awareness of Amber to Alex as well.
Not that Amber was constantly around. She didn’t want to intrude on the couple. But every time they went somewhere new, she would help Freya find the local magical community so that she could get any supplies she needed.
“I also got burgers for lunch,” Freya said, holding up a plastic bag. “Have I mentioned how cool it is that you can get booze at McDonald’s in Europe?”
“Only every time we go.”
Freya pouted. “It’s not my fault. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had enough control over my powers to drink alcohol?”
Alex smiled, giving Freya a light kiss on the cheek before taking the bag. “I know,” she said.
“And that’s my cue to leave,” Amber said.
Freya smirked. “You’re just leaving so that you don’t have to watch us eat cheeseburgers when you can’t have any.”
“Even if I were alive, I wouldn’t be having a cheeseburger.”
Freya did a mock gasp. “Is this where we learn one of your terrible, deep dark secrets? Like - gasp - that you’re lactose intolerant? Or is that you’re vegetarian?”
“Neither,” Amber said with a wry look. “It’s not kosher.”
She disappeared at that, leaving Freya to nod at the empty space.
“Yeah okay, that makes sense,” Freya said, folding her arms and glaring at the empty space. “You know that you disappearing like that isn’t funny, right?”
Alex smirked at her girlfriend. “Yeah, but it’s exactly the kind of unfunny joke you would tell. How did you not realise you two were related?”
Freya shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t know what being related to someone was like before. I didn’t have a frame of reference.”
“No, I know, it’s just funny. I mean, you even look alike.”
Freya snorted. “Yeah, with my Elemental-green eyes and Demon-pale skin.”
Alex rolled her eyes. “I meant in the face.”
“Well, I’m face-blind, so there’s your answer there.”
“Plus, what do you mean Demon-pale skin? I’ve seen Demons with dark skin.”
“Huh... I guess you’re right. I suppose I just assumed. Caroline is pretty pale too.”
“Maybe you’re related to her as well.”
“Don’t even joke. Could you imagine if my life got that convoluted?”
“You say that as if it isn’t already,” Alex said with a smirk before biting her lip, glancing down. “So, hey, want to go down to the beach this afternoon?”
“Yeah, sure, I guess. Why?”
“No reason.”
“Really? Because you look like you have a reason...”
Alex rolled her eyes once more. “Can you please just let me surprise you with something this once?”
“Okay, okay!” Freya said, lifting her hands in mock-surrender. “Beach it is.”


As far as places to watch the sunset went, Freya thought to herself, the Balcon de Europa wasn’t bad. Far from it, in fact. Just a year ago, that would have meant nothing coming from her. She’d never left England, and she had barely ever left the North-East.
The past year had changed that, as she supposed being on the run always would.
“You’re burning up,” Alex said as she came back to where Freya was standing, holding their drinks in her hand.
Freya frowned. Despite her paper white skin, she didn’t burn in the sun. When she looked down at her arms, however, she realised that that wasn’t what Alex had meant. Her arms were covered in faint flames that flickered gently across her skin.
“Oops,” Freya said with a sheepish smile. She had a habit of doing that in the direct sunlight sometimes. As if she wanted to join in with the sun.
“Do you need me to dampen your magic?” Alex asked.
Freya shook her head, the flames fading. “I think I’m finally getting the hang of these powers.”
Alex grinned at that. “That you are,” she said before leaning forward, capturing Freya’s lips in hers.
Kissing hadn’t been easy in the early days. Freya had been too liable to go up in flames. But after so many months, it took a particularly good lay for her to worry about setting Alex alight anymore.
When Freya pulled away, she linked her arm through Alex’s, turning back to the ocean to watch the sunset. Of course, it was setting over to their right, but the colour change over the ocean was still nice to watch.
“So,” Freya said, “we’ve been here a while. It must be getting time to move again.”
Alex nodded. “I was thinking that we could hit the road the day after tomorrow.”
“Where will we be going this time? Are we still heading east?”
Alex got a faraway look at that. “I’ve actually been thinking about that, Freya.”
Freya frowned a little at her serious tone.
“I am happy being with you, no matter where we are. I could stay on the move with you forever. But... I think I want something more.”
“Like what?”
“Like taking the fight to the rest of the Enhanced.”
Freya bit her lip a little at that. “Alex... Do you really think we can take on an army on our own?”
“I’m not thinking of doing this on our own. I’m not convinced that all of the Enhanced are so gung-ho about restarting the War. I know I wasn’t. I don’t think any of my batch-siblings would be, either.”
“We met one of your batch-siblings, remember? He wasn’t exactly easy to convince.”
“But we did convince him.”
“So you want to try and contact him again?”
Alex nodded. “I can’t guarantee that the others will listen, but it might give us a starting chance. A chance to stop running from them. I mean, that rune Amber helped you craft stops the Council of Light from finding you, so we just need to stop the Enhanced and then...”
“And then?”
Alex took the hand that wasn’t linked through Freya’s arm, reaching into her pocket. Out of the pocket, she drew a small box.
Freya frowned. The box looked like... Well, it looked like the kind that jewellery came in. But neither of them really wore jewellery.
Alex flipped open the box, revealing a small diamond ring inside.
“Is that...?” Freya barely managed to whisper, her breath catching in her throat.
Was Alex really doing this?
Sure, they had run away together, but Freya hadn’t allowed herself to think more long-term than their next destination. Not when their enemies were so close behind.
“It’s a promise,” Alex told her. “A promise that we’ll stop the Enhanced, and then you and I can go wherever we want and stay put. We can have a normal, happy life together. Just you and me.”
Freya’s face heated up at that, and she wasn’t sure if it was a blush or flames, but she found that she didn’t care, she was too busy drawing Alex into her arms, holding her tight.
“I think I love the sound of that,” she eventually admitted.
Alex let out a relieved laugh at that as Freya pulled away, taking the ring and putting it on Freya’s finger.
“We’ll have to get you one,” Freya said.
Alex blinked, before laughing. “I didn’t think of that...”
Freya grinned at her girlfriend before wrapping her hands around her waist, drawing her close and kissing her. Alex wrapped her own hands around Freya’s sides, gasping a little at the ferocity of Freya’s kiss.
Freya never wanted the moment to end.

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Okay, so, if you're on my Lady Ruth newsletter, you probably already know this, but I was supposed to write a newsletter-exclusive epilogue short story to the series.

Which I did.

Only, it wasn't so much an epilogue, as it was a prologue for an entirely new series set in the 1920s.

I kind of really want to write this series, but I want to know just how much people actually want to read it before I make any real in-roads into development.

So, I've released the short story to the Lady Ruth newsletter with the caveat that it is canon for now, but if people want me to write the series proper, it will be removed from canon and replaced with the new series, which will be slightly altered. For example, the romance will be far more of a slow burn and I'll probably change Lu's name, given that it was originally a call back to the meta-fiction of the Lady Ruth books, but that quickly becomes weird with a full-blown story for reasons...

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I’m currently doing a giveaway of the Pup Trilogy (the first three books, including the short stories) on Goodreads. Just follow this link to enter.

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Both of these giveaways will end on the 14th of October 2016, but if you missed them, you can always get the first book for free here, and you can get access to review copies of my books here.

I’m back with a vengeance, people. Here’s how it’s going down.


Starting tomorrow (because I started drinking on the plane home), I am doing a proper launch of CanonAuties. This means regular updates on all of the canonical autistic characters out there.


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The Hunt Rewrite

I’m rewriting the first Freya Snow book. I’m not doing anything too drastic, I’m just hoping to clean it up a little. I’m posting (unedited) chapters on Wattpad and Tumblr when I finish them. This will probably precede a rebranding of the series (keep an eye out for new covers).

The Summer Write-a-thon

Still going, but I’ve added a spin-off mermaid romance (between Freya Snow books 6 and 7). So now I’m halfway through book 5 of 7.

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What’s a street team? It’s my collective of beta readers/reviewers. They get my books early and for free. If you’re a fan of the series, it’s the best place to be. Right now, Freya Snow beta readers can read the next three books in the series, and Lady Ruth beta readers can read the whole trilogy. All I ask is that you tell me if you spot any mistakes. Reviewers will get these books as soon as they’re done with the beta readers (again, early and for free) in exchange for short, honest reviews when the books release.

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In order to celebrate reaching 100 followers on Tumblr (for my author blog, at least), I’ve decided to do a giveaway. There are ten copies of the Freya Snow Pup Trilogy (Books 1-3) to win.

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Today won’t be a new flash fiction piece. Instead, I thought I would share part of the first chapter of the second book.

Freya couldn’t help but grin as she headed out of school, knowing that she wouldn’t have to return until September. Provided that she decided to come back here for sixth form. Her last GCSE exam – which had, annoyingly, been French listening, which always tripped her up – was over and done with.

Her grin was mostly down to the fact that this marked the end of her frumpy uniform and having to take subjects she hated. Goodbye all language-based subjects. From now on, she would only focus on what she was good at. Not to mention the freedom to leave during lunch and free periods.

Of course, Freya should have known that such things never last long. Just as she was leaving the building, a rat-faced girl with shoulder-length, dark hair approached. Freya recognised her as Jamie, Damon’s girlfriend. Jamie hated Freya and made no effort to hide it. She seemed convinced that Freya was trying to steal Damon from her and dealt with it by spreading nasty rumours about Freya around school.

Not that anyone believed them. Freya was known for having no friends, doing well in school, and being a “teacher’s pet.” No one was ready to believe that at night she headed into town in tight leather outfits and screwed anyone who looked at her.

Though, Freya did suppose that her armour for Demon-hunting was mostly leather. She wondered if she had been sloppy with her glamours and Jamie had seen her one night. It might go towards explaining the basis for the strange rumour she had generated, Freya decided, despite the usual ones being “crazy.”

“You bitch!” Jamie screamed, before slapping her across the face.

Freya instinctively clenched her fist, but managed to stop herself from igniting it in flame, or using it to remove some of Jamie’s teeth.

“You bloody boyfriend stealer!” Jamie continued, still screaming through tears.

Freya put all of her effort into clamping down on her anger as a crowd began to form. The last thing she needed was to reveal her magic over something as trivial as getting back at Jamie. Also, it would be wrong, but that thought alone probably wouldn’t have stopped her from at least setting the screeching girl’s hair alight.

“I hope you two are happy together, you bloody slut! What nasty little tricks did you use to seduce him, huh? Bloody tramp!”

Freya actually let herself laugh aloud at that. Damon had no filter, and had never really twigged that his best friend being a girl would make talking about his sex life awkward. She knew exactly what Jamie had done with him, and the hypocrisy was hilarious to her.

Oh, grow the hell up, Jamie,” Freya told her, not noticing the low vibration beneath her cold words that had Jamie staring at her like a deer in the headlights.

Freya quickly headed to the front gate where Damon, as always, was waiting for her. He hadn’t had an exam today, so he wasn’t in his uniform. Instead, he was wearing his usual black jeans and black t-shirt, despite the warm weather. Not that Freya could talk, since her own aversion to colour only made an exception for blood red. Plus, any t-shirt that fit Damon like that was nothing to complain about. The tight fabric showed off the wiry muscles beneath his skin, all across his lanky frame.

Okay, so maybe Jamie’s accusations weren’t completely unfounded. Freya had always been attracted to her best friend, but it had been made clear to her over the years that he didn’t feel the same way. So, she buried those feelings and focused on just being his friend. Especially since his friendship wasn’t something she was willing to lose.

He grinned as he noticed her approaching, a few strands of his long, jet-black hair escaping his ponytail to fall across his dark, almost-red eyes. She might have blushed, if her approach hadn’t resulted in her inhaling a sudden waft of cigarette smoke. She choked back a cough, as she always did. As much as she hated the smell of cigarettes, she was also kind of glad that Damon had started, since the smell was such a turn-off for her. It made it much easier to not act the fool in his presence.

“What did you do to Jamie?” Freya asked with a raised eyebrow as he tossed his tab to the floor before falling in-step with her as they headed towards his place.

He shrugged. “I broke up with her.”

“Why?” She could think of several reasons, but she didn’t understand why it had taken so long.

“She told me that I had to stop talking to you. I told her to shove it.”

Freya couldn’t help but snort. “That might explain why she slapped me.”

“Sorry,” Damon told her, his tone completely genuine. “So, did somebody call her an ambulance already, or…?”

Freya rolled her eyes. “I held myself back. Barely. I swear, I don’t know what you saw in her.”

He shrugged, which pretty much answered her question. He was a teenage boy and she was a willing girl he didn’t find questionable. A pretty low bar, which made Freya feel all the worse about him ignoring her. Not that it had been such a bad plan in the past. Freya had mostly been indifferent to all of Damon’s other girlfriends. Much like the rest of his friend group, Freya didn’t know them too well, and they had made it clear that, while they wouldn’t actively bully her, she wasn’t welcome to hang out with them. The problem with Jamie was that she had been the only recurring girlfriend, and she was the only one with an active hatred of Freya.

“So…” Damon started once more. “This means I no longer have a date for prom tomorrow.”

Freya rolled her eyes, feeling little sympathy. “Join the club.” She wouldn’t have even agreed to go if her foster mother, Margaret, hadn’t found out about it and bought her a new dress, assuming that she wanted to go.

“Well, why don’t we go together?” Damon asked and Freya’s heart skipped a beat. “You know, as friends.”

She almost sighed at herself before replying. “Sure, why not?”


It always amazed Freya how quickly time with Damon seemed to fly. It felt as if they had only just left school when they reached his place.

“Be two minutes,” Freya told him as she headed into the bathroom to change into her workout gear.

She wondered, as she so often did, if the girl who had broken into her magic while scared and alone in the school toilets would recognise her now. She hadn’t grown any taller, but her physique had changed. She wasn’t really thinner, except perhaps a little around her face, but many of her curves were now the result of muscle rather than fat.
Maybe it wasn’t that she looked that different, she thought. Maybe it was just that she no longer hated how she looked. The spark of confidence had returned to her wild green eyes and a smile was gracing her lips far more regularly than in the past.

Her workout gear consisted of black joggers and a white vest, with white and pink trainers. It was more practical than fashionable but she didn’t think she could really justify spending her pocket money on anything fancier, given how expensive workout gear could get.

Freya moved back through to the training room, where Damon was waiting for her. Damon’s uncle worked in private security and had a thing for collecting weapons. He had taught Damon to use modern firearms, ancient melee weapons, and martial arts in what Freya assumed was an effort to grow his confidence after years of living with his abusive father.

For Freya, it was more than convenient. Amber, the ghost her mother had charged with keeping an eye on her, could teach her magic, but there was no way she could teach her the practical skills she needed to accompany that magic in a fight. Not that Amber was too happy with her fighting, anyway.

Her first encounter with a Demon had been an accident. He had latched onto her, thinking she would be easy prey. And she almost was. The second encounter, however, had been a little more down to Freya. She had sensed the Demon, not the other way around. She had been ready to ignore it, but enough pestering got Amber to admit that the high crime rate in the city was a little more supernatural than originally thought.
Though, they had turned out to be after Freya anyway, so it had all worked out.

Freya didn’t necessarily go looking for trouble, but in this city, it was hard to avoid. Not to mention, she was actually getting kind of good at taking down Demons. She liked it. It made her feel like she was doing something worthwhile for once, and not just running in place until the next set of exams.

“You ready to get your arse handed to you?” she asked Damon as she approached, picking up two small swords. Damon tended to prefer one longsword, but Freya liked to dual-wield.

“You wish,” he countered with a grin.

She was cautious, as she always was. Damon was Magic Sensitive, meaning that he was immune to spells not directed specifically at him and so often saw through the glamours she used to hide her Demon-related injuries, but he was still mortal, with no knowledge of magic. She had to be careful not to reflexively use her magic when sparring with him.

Damon was quick and he was strong, but she was quicker and stronger. He’d only had a few months’ head start on her and she’d thrown herself into training with more determination than he had.

It wasn’t long before his blade was knocked from his hand, clanging to the floor, and one of hers was at his neck, while the other was at his crotch.


He rolled his eyes, lifting his open-spread hands to tell her she’d won.

“I don’t know what it is with you and the knife to the crotch,” he said, shaking his head.

She shrugged. “Extra reinforcement to stop you from trying anything.”

As much as Damon might have thought it silly, Freya had found it a particularly effective strategy.

“Want to go another round?” Damon asked, but they heard the door open before he could answer.

“Damon?” his uncle called from the front room.

“Yeah,” Damon called back.

“Freya with you?”

“Yep,” Freya confirmed.

“Good,” his uncle said, entering the room, “because this pizza is a bit bigger than the three of us can handle, I think.” He held up a carrier bag which was straining to contain the biggest pizza Freya had ever seen.

“Wait, three of us?” Damon asked. “I thought Charlie had to stay in Durham overnight.”

“Yeah. Evelyn’s in town. We’re working a job together for the next couple of weeks.”

Freya paled as much as her already milky white skin would allow. She had been avoiding Evelyn ever since they had first met. She was a Dark Witch and had made it perfectly clear that she knew what Freya was. On the one hand, Freya was tempted to ask her questions and figure out if there were any other magic beings in the area. But, on the other, Dark Witches tended to hang around with Demons, just like the ones Freya tended to kill.

“Actually, Margaret wants me home in the next little while,” Freya lied. “She’s planning on getting takeaway to celebrate my last exam.”

“Aw, really?” Damon asked. “I thought we were going to finally finish Space Warrior: Redemption.”

Freya shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry. I guess we’ll just have to save it until next time.”

“Are you going right now?” Damon’s uncle asked.

Freya pulled her phone out, pretending to check the time.

“You know, I’d better. It’s getting late.”

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Damon said. “What time do you want me to pick you up?”

“Pick her up?” his uncle asked.

“I, um… I broke up with Jamie,” Damon admitted.

“Again?” His uncle didn’t seem the least bit surprised.

Damon shrugged. “Yeah. So, I’m going with Freya instead.”

“You know, you don’t have to humour this tool just because he got himself into a mess,” his uncle told Freya.

“I didn’t have any other plans,” she reasoned, making sure all of her stuff was in her bag.

“It’s not like I asked her as, like, my second choice. We’re just going as friends so that neither of us are going alone,”

Damon tried to defend.

“Yeah, that sounds completely different,” his uncle replied sarcastically. “You need a lift?” he asked Freya.

“Nah. I could use the walk.”

“Alright then.”

“See you tomorrow at, say, six?”

Freya nodded. “Sounds good. See you then.”

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