Violet Fox

Blurb

I think I finally remember the rest of that bar joke: a fae, a werewolf, and a vampire walk into a bar…

Nope. Still don’t remember, but trust me, you’re in for a laugh.

After I failed to take out the dean, Drystan, my partner in crime, only went and got himself arrested. Then my werewolf bodyguard, Conan, vanished, and now he’s MIA, leaving me to the mercy of the school’s resident mean girls.

To make matters worse, there’s a new dean in charge. By the order of his father, the king, Prince Levington has had to hand over his position to the king’s most trusted advisor, Vincent von Brandt, and the decrepit old vampire even makes the sleazy Levington Straus look like Mary Poppins.

Yet hope is on my side. It turns out that the old dean is willing to help me reunite with my sister, and together with the Secret Alliance of the Fae, we can overthrow his father and set the fae free.

With a new vampire king, life will surely be better for all three races.

It’s just unfortunate that I am in love with three men, one a fae, one a vampire, and another a werewolf, and I guess I finally figured out the punchline to that bar joke.

I’m so screwed.

Excerpt

I arrive at Vincent’s office, which used to be Levington’s before he got downgraded to assistant dean.

Perfect. Now all the memories of the times that that smug vampire prince and his pet werewolf terrorized me come to mind, and it’s the perfect resolve I need.

There comes movement from inside the office, and I know the bastard senses my presence. He’s a vamp. His senses are ridiculously sharp.

He doesn’t speak. He just waits for my arrival, and something fishy is definitely going on. Why won’t he fight?

I raise my hand, forming a sharp stalagmite as the temperature in the hallway suddenly drops. Taking one long, deep breath, I watch as a cloud escapes my lips, and this is it…

The moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

It’s now or never.

Fight.

Because only fighting can bring about freedom…

Time to set my people free.

I storm into the room, running straight towards the vampire as I raise my weapon high, thrusting it right through his chest

Vincent Von Brandt’s red eyes widen in horror as I push him against the wall, delving that weapon in deeper, and now he gazes down at my spear of ice.

Blood blossoms his clean, white shirt, but I don’t stop. I thrust that stalagmite in deeper and deeper, loving every gargled sound his mouth makes as I slowly take away his life.

This was how I always envisioned killing Levington, but not anymore… That vampire prince is our one-way ticket to freedom, and I can’t blow this chance.

So this sorry excuse of a creature will have to do.

Honestly, for a vampire, I never found him all that intimidating. Sure, he’s grotesquely handsome in a way that only an aged vampire could be, and the one time I ever did deem him a threat was when he insinuated that he was on to me and Levington in the hallway, but in reality, he’s nothing special. Just another tool.

Vincent’s usually smooth-backed, jet black hair falls over his eyes as the life slowly slips away from him, and for a moment, I see a glimpse of the man he used to be.

Levington is special in that regard since he was born a vampire, but this chump had once been a normal, run of the mill human born some thousands of years ago.

Well, it’s long overdue that he died. He has already lived beyond the normal scope of a human lifespan. So it’s time he left this world for good.

The red from Vincent’s eyes starts to fade as he becomes human once again. My fae magic is sucking the immortality right out of him, and it’s horrific to see. Although vamps can age, they will never die, since they constantly rejuvenate their bodies with venom.

It may be hard to believe, but an eternally youthful appearance is not highly desired in vampire society. Gray hair and lined skin is considered beautiful because it shows wisdom and experience.

Hence why many of the nobles resemble men who are fifty plus. Because who wants to look like a twenty-one-year-old punk for the rest of their immortal lives?

Makes sense, considering I’m that twenty-one-year-old punk.

But I’m no ordinary punk. I’m a fae, and I’m about to end this mother fucker…

Vincent’s skin becomes sunken and shallow as he finally becomes what he should have been all along.

A corpse.

It’s not only blood that pumps out of his wound but venom too. The poison constantly rejuvenates his body, giving him immortality.

Surprisingly, Vincent’s original eye color had been blue all along, just like mine…

The shine starts to fade from his eyes as he’s getting closer and closer to death, and I bet he’s seeing that famous so-called light right now that the humans always depict in their movies.

Or the fiery pits of hell, considering he was a monster.

There’s no place in heaven for a vampire after all.

Just before I snuff the life out of him forever, he focuses his pale, blue eyes on me, whispering from that thin, shriveled mouth, “You fool… you played right into his trap…”

My eyes expand. Whose trap? Levington’s?

A raspy laugh escapes him, and as if reading my thoughts, he breathes one more word before he’s gone forever, “The… the king… “

And just like that, he’s dead.

The silence that follows next is deafening. All I hear now is my pounding heart.

Shit.

The king was on to us all along…

Time to get Gossamer.

Author Bio

Violet Fox is a lover of foxes and the colour purple…

When she’s not writing about werewolves, vampires, and faeries, she can be found watching cute fox videos online, or drinking a ridiculous amount of tea and coffee.

Tell us about yourself.

I am an author from Liverpool in the UK, and currently I am working on my series Fae Incarcerated under Violet Fox. Under K.L. Rymer, I have written Merlin’s Supernatural Academy, and under Kaylee Rymer, I’ve written Her Ugly Monster, a Beauty and the Beast retelling.

When did you know you wanted to be an author?

When I was 12. I made a book out of treasury tags once and a hole puncher, and starting writing a fairytale about a mermaid.

What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?

Yes, I love paranormal romance, fantasy romance and young adult. But I do read in a variety of genres.

Is your book for adults, young adults or children?

Fae Incarcerated is for adults since it has some steamy scenes. Merlin’s Supernatural Academy can be read by older teens, and her Ugly Monster can be read by teens.

What is your current release or project?

I try to aim for every 6 to 8 weeks at the most.

Tell us about the key characters

The key characters in Fae Incarcerated are Gossamer, Levington, Conan, and Drystan. It’s a reverse harem with a fae, a vampire, and a werewolf. Since I liked reading about all three, I wasn’t sure which supernatural race I wanted to write about first, so I just decided to create a harem with all three.

What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?

Here is the blurb below…

Want to hear a joke? A fae, a werewolf, and a vampire walk into a bar…

Well, it turns out I’ve forgotten the rest of the joke, but do not despair. My life has become one big joke right now, and I’ve got the pretty gossamer wings to prove it.

There I was on the streets, stealing whatever I could get my hands on so I could feed my sister, and then I was arrested and sent to Fairborn Reform for Unruly Fae.

Fairborn is the last stop before prison. Fae of all kind are given a second chance to become upstanding citizens for a bunch of mean vampires who think they’re better than us. To make matters worse, the school is run by a vampire jerk by the name of Levington Straus, along with his broody werewolf companion Conan Grey.

But when I meet Drystan Wildflower, a rebel fae who plans to free the school, my hopes are lifted. With Drystan’s help, maybe I can escape and reunite with my little sister.

That’s if I don’t do something stupid first, like falling in love with the dean and his grumpy werewolf companion. Oh, and don’t forget to add a pretty rebel fae to the mix too.

Yeah, I’m doomed.

Share an excerpt

Dean Levington proceeds with his boring lecture, and all the while I can feel Bryony’s probing gaze.

She’s out for my blood, just like someone else I know.

At least she’s not looking at the dean right now, who’s breathing a cloud of sparkling faery dust.

Wait. That’s my faery dust.

It spreads from his mouth like a contagion, and now the dean throws a hand over his mouth, muttering, “Shit…”

People start whispering, turning my way. I try to hide under my desk, wishing I could die or something.

I guess it’s true what they say about glitter. It does get everywhere.

Hooded Girl seems to be pleased with me, however. So for that, I’m proud. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be proud of.

So Levington has my faery dust inside his lungs? Big deal.

Bryony seems to think it’s a big deal, and once again she looks as if she wants to vanquish me.

“Fuck!” the dean snaps, and it looks as if he’ll have to get a surgical facemask lest he wants to spread my glitter everywhere.

With his hand pressed to his mouth and nose, he turns to the class. “I guess class is dismissed. I seem to be exuding some strange, sparkling substance…”

He sweeps out of the room, and the class falls absolutely silent. No one knows what to do. We all just remain in our seats.

Suddenly, the class breaks into a round of applause, cheering and hooting like a pack of wild chimpanzees, and now they all congratulate me.

Despite my embarrassment, I smile.

Have I just surpassed phase two?

…

I have no idea why my feet urge me. After all, they’re taking me in the direction of the dean’s office.

For some reason, I felt compelled to check on him.

Conan must be wandering the halls looking for me but who cares. I have a vampire to look for.

I’m not sure why, but I feel a little guilty about making a fool out of him in front of class. It’s his fault after all. He was the one who decided to prey on me in the first place, and now he’s breathing my faery dust.

Still, it can’t be good for his lungs.

What am I saying? He’s the monster who threatened to hurt my little sister; he deserves everything he’s about to get.

I arrive at his office, taking a few moments to compose myself. If I can just turn back now and go and find Conan, then I can forget all about this and let that monster suffer alone with my faery dust.

Yet why do I knock on his door?

“It’s open…” a dark voice comes from inside, and I shiver.

There’s just something off-putting about that voice, but at the same time, it’s… inviting. Now I’m finally starting to understand why women fall prey to these beasts.

They exude sexuality. It’s in their DNA.

Slowly, I enter the room, and a gasp leaves me instantly. My glitter hovers through the air like dust motes. It settles on bookshelves, and on the dean’s shiny desk.

The vampire stands before the window, silhouetted against the light like a shadow. I blink.

How is he not bursting into flames? That’s daylight. It’s bad for vamps, right? All I can see of him is his gleaming red eyes, and every fiber in my body is telling me to run.

It’s a predator after all. It’s dangerous.

But when I see that venom dripping from his pointed fangs, I let out a small, helpless moan, and my body betrays me.

I gush inside my panties, hating myself for being turned on by a vampire of all things.

They’re monsters. His venom could kill me!

The dean hisses, breathing out a cloud of faery dust, and then he shoots across the room. He presses me against the door, and those dripping fangs are inches from my face.

My wings flippity-flap behind me as he crushes me with his body, and he really is strong. One snap and I could break.

Yet the thought only delights me further, and now I throw my head back, offering him my neck.

I will surely regret this tomorrow, but deep down I know I have won. After all, his breath is warm on my neck, and vampires are cold-blooded.

It seems I’ve changed the very essence of this beast.

Do you have a favorite scene?

The scene above. It was the moment I started to see the attraction between the two characters, Gossamer and Levington. I had a crazy idea about a vampire falling for a faery and, well, I decided to write it. I was worried it would come across cheesy and stupid, but so far, I’ve received good feedback.

What advice would you give a beginner?

The only way to get through writers block is to just write. Sounds hard, but it’s the only way to beat it I’ve found. At the end, you’ve overcome a block and written something, even if it’s not the best. You can always edit it when your brain is in a better state.

And just write your ideas, even if they seem dumb. Someone may enjoy them too, you never know.

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