Little Goddess: Book Five
By Amy Lane
The elf queen who infected the werewolf population isn’t going away—and neither are the two heartbeats that will soon be the children in Cory’s arms.
Cory’s used to throwing herself physically into the fray, but as their enemy gets closer and more dangerous, she’s forced to choose between her safety and the people sworn to protect her. Her guardians are tired of worrying about Cory and her unborn children, and Cory is getting plain tired.
The preternatural world isn’t her only worry—basic human birthing rituals are going to be a pain in the ass for a woman whose children will be sidhe. Cory’s mother is still fuzzy on the concept of a polyamorous multispecies marriage and sets her up with an OBGYN obsessed with the inhuman silhouettes of her babies.
Cory doesn’t want her children born in the middle of a turf war, but the people she and Green have nurtured and fought for aren’t about to let her face this enemy alone. This battle is for queen and home, and the babies quickening in Cory’s body are a symbol of hope. Cory’s going to have to give up the idea of being a weapon and embrace the idea of being a mother, or she’ll let down those depending on her most.
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So to start with–the entire series is on sale. (I think I’ve posted about this a lot!) Every book except the last two is either free or reduced–you can find them HERE at amazon, or HERE at DSPP but your other outlets will have them too.
And to finish with…
Well, I’m having a hard time writing this blogpost, because for the moment, this book is the end.
I left it in a good place. There are some threads I can follow in the future, but for right now… we can take a breath. There’s peace. Cory and her lovers are together, and the babies are safe and all is right with the world.
But I’m not ready for it to be like that, honestly. This was my baby– for a while, I was the only one who believed in her. Then Elizabeth and Lynn believed in her, and that seemed to be enough.
I was reminded that she’s grown a little this morning, when someone sent me a 5* review (HERE at LoveBytes) in which a long time devoted reader of my Little Goddess waxed lyrical and broke my heart.
She’s not a blockbuster–she may never be. She’s not a bestseller–and again, I guess that’s what was meant to happen. But she was my first. Her first book was derivative and Mary Sue and all the things people accuse it of being because it was MY first, and I was finding my voice. Her second book–Wounded–was WAY THE HELL BETTER, because it was all Cory and all Bracken, and all Green, and I was learning the characters who are way different than you are sometimes your very very favorites. The third one was painful and overwrought–I was in a painful, stretched thin place in my life, during which I sat in the front seat of my car and tried to stop crying before I put on my makeup and went in to work. I had a boss who hated me–chased me down a corridor while seven months pregnant and stalked my class to catch my kids falling asleep. The fourth one was kick ass because it was my sixth book and I had some confidence and I was learning to trust myself and I had a BLAST.
And this one–the fifth–was my fiftieth book, maybe. And I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to make as much as a lot of my others. And it was a labor (pun intended) of love.
I loved going back to this world. I loved writing complex storylines with multiple points of view. I loved writing girl parts of all things–you don’t know how much you miss tits until you’ve written nothing but peen for six years. I loved seeing 200K of world building and development culminate into something big and glorious. You don’t get to write a lot of that in romance. People prefer 70-90K books, and world building scares people–and publishers–a LOT.
But I had to write it. I’d left people in the lurch for over seven years by the time it came out. That wasn’t nice–it was time.
So anyway, it’s out today–and I love it, and I’m proud of it. And I know I love all of them, and I’m proud of all of them, but this one’s special.
She was my first, and this is her last, at least for a while.
If you haven’t read her– now is the time. If you have, I hope you love this final installment.
And if you do love it?
Let me know.
It’s sort of a gift.