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Susan M. Sailors
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As Jennifer Carter recovers from her grandmother Lily’s death, she is told that her grandmother had fairie blood—by none other than the king of the fairies himself—and that he wants her to become the new guardian of her grandmother’s rose garden, which protects a mound of fairie magic. Asyan immediately feels that he and Jennifer are perfect for one another, and he is determined to convince her that they can overcome being from such different worlds, despite all of her doubts and worries. A little stray magic helps them along as Asyan’s well-meaning but meddlesome family decides to push this couple toward their happily ever after.
Jennifer Carter rubbed her head and was surprised not to feel an enormous lump forming. She tried to force her eyes open so she could see where she was. When she finally did, she wasn’t happy.
She’d been minding her own business in her own garden when someone had whacked her on the head with a shovel. Her shovel. Now she found herself in a room done to death in Victorian silks and velvets. Every piece of furniture around her was plush and lush and squishy and every surface textured and patterned elaborately. Her vision was a blur of purples and pinks and blues, and her head should have been pounding. But it actually felt fine. She was confused, but she didn’t really hurt. She crawled out from under the covers and stood up to look at herself in one of the many mirrors. She was shocked by what she saw. She wore a heavily brocaded blue dressing gown she’d never seen before. Her hands and face were free of dirt and her hair was clean, curled, and piled on top of her head. Sure, it wasn’t as terrifying as waking up tied to a chair in an old warehouse, but it was equally unsettling.
A door opened and a very tall blond man walked in. Jennifer backed away for a second, but then her indignation forced itself to the surface.
“Who are you and why am I here?” she demanded.
As the man turned to face her, she was stunned by his beauty. His long blond hair was tied neatly at his nape and his eyes were violet. His pale features were flawless and very aristocratic. But there was something else as well, something that seemed to sweep over her as she looked at him. He was much taller than she was and had very broad shoulders. She could imagine how easily he had been able to conk her on the head and carry her swiftly to his vehicle. However, this image didn’t work on a certain level because he had on something very similar to her dressing gown, except it was lavender and actually much frillier, with lace cascading from the sleeves and collar.
“My name is Asyan,” he said. “And you are my guest for the time being.”
“That doesn’t really tell me who you are.” She eyed him carefully, not knowing what to expect. She’d rapidly concluded that this guy must be crazy and her surroundings were questionable. People just didn’t make bedrooms like this anymore. She doubted anyone took tea or made polite conversation in a bedroom like this one. And while she prided herself on being a modern woman, she couldn’t help being suspicious of any man wearing something that resembled a dress.
Asyan looked into her eyes for a moment and she felt as though he were testing her. He took a few more steps toward her, and she found she couldn’t move back as she wanted to. He replied, “I’m the king of the fairies.”
“Oh,” Jennifer said, her voice rising a bit. She considered this, then chose to ignore the statement. It only proved that her initial apprehensive reaction to him had been accurate. It made it much easier to ignore the strange presence he seemed to have. “Do you usually hit fair damsels over the head with shovels and drag them off to your boudoir?”
“I didn’t hit you over the head with anything,” he began.
She broke in. “Someone sure did!”
“With anything but magic,” he finished, as if explaining something to a very confused person. “If you thought it was a shovel, it’s because that is what made the most sense to you.”
Jennifer did not like being condescended to by anyone, especially not insane kidnappers. “It didn’t make any sense to me at all, I’ll have you know. I wasn’t doing anything wrong and I never have. Why would anyone want to hurt me?”
“I’m quite aware of the fact you did not know you were doing anything wrong,” he said. He looked around. “Won’t you sit down so we can talk more civilly?”
"When Jennifer moves into the home her grandmother left her, she finds that she has inherited a lot more than she realized. The spectacular rose gardens are actually under the care of the king of the fairies and his clan, and when she meets the king, Asyan, magic happens....This sweet romance with minimal conflict is charming and refreshing." --
"Night Gardening is a refreshing romantic fantasy, about fairies and humans. It is the story of what happens when the King of the fairies and a young mortal female named Jennifer Carter meet when she decides to dig in her rose garden which happens to hold great magic for the fairy world. Susan Sailors writes a refreshing romantic fantasy that leaves you wanting to know what happens next. Each character was wonderfully written with precise and flare. It is going to be one for my keeper shelf and I can’t wait for the next installment in the series." Rating 5/5, Reviewed by Zollyanna, Night Owl Romance Reviews
Book Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
No. of Pages: 206
Paper Weight (lb): 9.0
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