1) What fairytale(s) have you chosen to retell and why?
Beauty and the Beast. I write paranormal romance and urban fantasy. I loved the idea of the “beast” being a true supernatural being.
2) What makes your story unique?
My Beauty is no damsel, but a strong woman who can fight her own battles, literally. She is a huntress and fighting supernaturals is her life.
3) What was your favorite fairy tale growing up and why?
It’s a toss up between Beauty and the Beast and Aladdin. I hated that Disney never gave us a sequel to B&B.
4) Who was your favorite villain?
Loki, but if we’re talking strictly fairytales than I’d have to say Ursula. She wasn’t a jealous woman seeking to destroy the heroine, but a woman with an agenda. She wanted power and Ariel was just collateral damage.
5) Is this a standalone or do you have more books planned?
The Huntress and the Thorn Court is book one. Book two, The Huntress and the Splintered Court, will conclude my heroine’s tale, but I can’t say yet if it’ll be the end of the series. One of my other characters might want the spotlight in my series The World of the Hunter Order.
The Huntress and the Thorn Court
What happens at the Thorn Court stays at the Thorn Court.
Isabel is not your average princess. All she wants to do is keep peace among the preternatural community, but when she mistakenly kills an innocent werewolf, the cost of peace may be a steeper price than she’s willing to pay.
Gideon is a beast of a man. As the pack alpha he has to be. When an opportunity to discover a traitor in his pack practically lands on his lap, he’s driven to seize it, even if it means taking the incredibly tempting, smart mouthed Princess of The Order, Isabel, as his prisoner.
Will Isabel be able to resist the forbidden sexy beast or will this beauty lose any chance she has of becoming the next leader of The Order?
Gideon stepped closer. The domineering way he moved, and the intensity he fixated on me would have made lesser beings tremble, but I refused to recoil. I had to look up at him when he stopped.
“You will never speak to me like that again,” he demanded in a hushed voice that was more daunting then if he yelled.
“What, like you’re an idiot?” I sneered. His jaw clenched and his nose flared as he breathed out.
With the adrenaline still pumping through me from the attack, I didn’t see how provoking him could end badly. All I could think was I wasn’t in his pack. He didn’t control me.
“If you act like an idiot, then I’ll talk to you like an idiot.”
“You think you’re brave, don’t you?” he stepped forward. I had no choice but to retreat in order to maintain what little space there was between us, but Gideon continued his advance until I was stuck between him and the wall. I could feel the heat of his body radiating off him. His scent filled my lungs, as my breathing grew heavier from his nearness. “But you’re foolish. You risked your life and everything I’ve built, war between our two clans, for what, to prove you were being watched too closely? Well congratulations.”
“You arrogant, egotistical bastard,” I spat putting as much hostility into the words as I could. How dare he make me feel guilty for attempting to do the very thing he’d asked me to?
“You naïve, incompetent princess,” he growled.
We stood there glaring at the other. I don’t know who moved first but without warning Gideon’s lips were against mine.
About the Author:
S. K. Gregory is an author, editor and blogger. She currently resides in Northern Ireland.
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