dwarves. Always have. Even the short of stature, not officially dwarfish among
us. Used to have a big crush on Wallace Shawn from My Dinner with Andre and of
course Star Trek Deep Space Nine. (See how I work Sci-Fi into everything I do?
Heh.) But then along came Peter Dinklage. Frankly, it was goodbye Wallace and
I first saw
Dinklage in The Station Agent. A good little film that had me laughing when one
of the characters nearly drove over him. Trust me. I know I sound sick, but
it’s funny! Then I saw him in Game of Thrones as Tyrion. I knew right away I’d
be hooked on the show, even though I don’t have a TV! And hey, I’ve been proven
to be right. Dinklage is getting wonderful reviews for his work on the show. I,
still in the grips of my dwarf love, have written a story with a dwarf. A
snarky, flippant, bossy dwarf named Otis. Gee, I wonder who Otis reminds of?
order not to have people underestimate the power of this dwarf, I’ve made him
the keeper of the blue light. In the original Grimm fairy tale The Blue Light,
the dwarf just kind of appears. He’s somehow linked to the object but then
again, he appears at the bottom of well in smoke. Yuck! My dwarves certainly do
not take the troll road! They take the high road and the prefer a non-smoking
environment thank you very much. So, first thing, I got Otis out of the well
and gave him the object of power. And a wife. Darn it. Cause I wanted him to be
happy … but, you know. Now he can only be my book crush and not my book
Nik can be
your book boyfriend, though. As beta of the wolf pack, he works closely with
Otis in ridding the forest of the evil witch Petrina. If he plays his cards
right, Otis just might let him in on a few secrets.
he’s shorter doesn’t mean Otis doesn’t have the smarts to get the job done. And
did I mention he recues Nik’s love interest, Caroline from her father?
sagely* A short man is definitely good to find! If you don’t believe me, try
out Otis and his no-cussing-allowed
wife Estrella in Darkest Magic, out now from Decadent Publishing.
Excerpt: When Caroline
feet pounded out the rhythm of fear on the forest floor. The sound stank of
agony, of struggling, doomed prey. How many times had she heard it, thrilled to
it, while hunting? But now she was the hunted, her beating heart desperate to
father closed in. His hot breath seared her shoulder blades, his warmth and
scent getting closer, closer. The muscles in her back twitched in anticipation
of the agony caused by the metal slicing through her flesh. How many more
seconds would it take? One footstep. Two. Three. Oh, God!
life ended, but not from behind. Something big, blue, and fast hit her from the
side, knocking off her feet. Swept along with it, her trajectory unknown, she
looked behind her to find her father long gone. What the hell? What could be
faster than a wolf? Nothing. It’s
impossible. I must be dreaming. Already dead. Caroline closed her eyes and
surrendered to an unjust fate. It’s over.
Done. No more.
few moments later, the movement stopped. She was placed on the cool grass. Her
final resting place.
“Hey, lady. Do you think you can walk from
looked up into the face of a tiny, panting man dressed in green velvet, half
bent-over with his hands on his knees. Impossible.
I’m hallucinating. Shutting her eyes against the image, sure this was only
her fertile imagination gone haywire, she focused on letting go.
not exactly light, you know. You could lay off the ice cream any time.”
gasped and bolted to sitting. “What did you say? Are you calling me fat?” She
did a brief check of her torso, arms, and legs. No, not fat. Was it possible
she weighed more in death? Or was this little man merely a whiny wimp? After
all, she was used to the strength of wolves. “Who the hell are you, anyway?”
inhaled, puffed out his chest, and brought himself up to his full, rather
stubby height. “Oren Thelonius Icapod Snodgrass.”
mouth fell open. She tried several times to blink the man away, but it didn’t
call me Otis, for short.”
can’t be serious.” Death was a lot stranger than she’d ever imagined.
Epperstein’s alpha lost his mate two years ago and took an evil witch as his
new bride. Ever since then, Eli’s leadership has become violent, bordering on
insane. When Eli attacks him, Nik’s healing powers mysteriously vanish. He
can’t defend himself, nor protect the wolf he secretly loves. Only through the
help of a foul-mouthed witch and an overly-dramatic dwarf will he save her –
but their assistance comes at a price.
tried for two years to lure Nik into her bed and can’t understand his
hesitation.After all, she senses their
mating bond loud and clear. Then Nik disappears. She confronts her father who
tells her Nik is dead, and she’s next on his chopping block.Without Nik to protect her, she flees the
pack and is kidnapped by a man half her size.
last, the young wolves have one last chance to ignite their bond. But love must
wait when battle looms. Eli and his wife attack, and aren’t above using dirty
tricks to win. If Nik and Caroline survive the battle, the dwarf and his wife
will require them to make a promise that will change their lives forever…
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of
romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate,
tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit
her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty
thoughts for the sake of future explorers.