New World Magic Series: Urban Fantasy Romance by Kim Alexander ➱ Series Book Sale Tour with Giveaway
Pure
New World Magic Book 1
by Kim Alexander
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
‘A unicorn walks into a bar….’ That is not a joke. Look, I’m a bartender, I have nothing to do with the xenos. I don’t care if it’s an elf or a vampire--as long as they don’t bother me, I steer clear. I have my reasons--you can see them in the scars on my neck. I never wanted to get involved. But my life changed for the second time when I saved the life of a unicorn. I made an enemy of something old--old and evil, and whatever it was, it’ll be back for another try. I also made a friend when I decided to help March. He’s only been a human man for a day. I’m responsible for him now. He’s my friend…and maybe something more. Maybe a lot more. It doesn’t matter to me that he isn’t magical anymore. I don’t care if he’s not PURE. But he does. From best-selling author Kim Alexander, a modern fairy tale of magic, love, and redemption.
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The March Effect
New World Magic Book 2
A unicorn walks into a bar…and leaves with my heart. He’s gone, and now I have a unicorn-named-March-shaped hole in my life. But, I get it. Unicorns aren't meant to live in a world where they have to deal with putting gas in the car, getting groceries, and paying cell phone bills. I'm trying to get past this. Really, I am. It's just that everyone constantly talks about him, from his immortal ex-girlfriend, to reality TV-obsessed Fae, to even my own fully-human friends. Even his enemies are still obsessed with him. I learned that the hard way. Did I mention the part where I end up on the run—again—from an old, powerful enemy of his? Yeah. Fun times. I just want to be left to get over my broken heart while watching home improvement shows and eating ice cream. But mysterious disappearances, murder, and a quest for affordable real estate in Washington D.C. keep getting in the way. Maybe that's just life. Sometimes we get what we want. Sometimes, we get what we need. And sometimes, we get what we deserve. I guess you could call it…The March Effect.
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The Great Shatter
New World Magic Book 3
A unicorn walks into a bar...except there are no unicorns or bars in the court of the Unseelie fae, which sucks because Marly could really use a drink.
Honestly, going from human to vampire, to something not quite mortal would drive anyone to drink. Being hounded by a grudge-holding kitsune didn't help, either. But when the king of the Unseelie fae declared Marly his queen and the hope of his people, it seemed her troubles were over, and off they went to his magical kingdom in a reality-tv-worthy happily ever after.
Except it's more hard landing than happy ending. Marly is thrown into the crosshairs of ancient hatreds where war masquerades as etiquette, shadows must beg for light, and things with tentacles are just waiting for something to go wrong. And something is going wrong...very wrong.
With every mis-step, she stumbles closer to the edge of a darkness waiting to consume her, and the king's love is like a poison that can cure or kill. Her only hope is to unveil the truth dancing in the great mirrors in the sky, even if that sky comes crashing down.
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A Poisoned Garden
New World Magic Book 4
"Dude," I said, "You are never going to guess what happened to me last night."
He swung his long braid back over his shoulder, set down the knife and said, "Love, twue love?"
"Ha, no. I rescued a unicorn."
He squinted at me. "Is that code for something?"
I looked around for the source of the stink and that's when I saw the vamp standing in the doorway. She was pretty, like they mostly all are objectively attractive, but of course she smelled like trash. I mean, she was dead. There were a lot of disappointed Twilight fans when the xenos revealed themselves.
March looked at me with those green-brown eyes and I swear I would have told him my whole life story, anything he wanted to know, and handed him my bra for an encore, but instead I said, "Ruby.”
"Can you change back and forth? Like a werewolf or something?"
He looked offended. "They are a different class of creature altogether. But yes, I can—I could. I've been a man many times through the years. I've always found it illuminating."
"Hey," I said, "at least I don't cover the windows with tinfoil."
He looked dubious. "Does that work?"
"Ask my ex. According to him it was to keep out aliens."
His eyes got wide. "There are aliens?"
"Only when he was off his meds." You aren't supposed to date people you're in group therapy with, as it turns out, for a good reason. Those bitches are crazy.
And one thing I know about every story between a mortal and one of his kind, they always end the same way. He will never fall in love. Not with you, not with anyone, not with anything but his own freedom.
I was close enough to catch his pine forest smell and feel the warmth of his body and strength of his back. This is a dangerous idea, I reminded myself. Was this your idea? Is this what you really want? It should have been too dark to see the question in his eyes, but I could see it, and I knew what my answer would be; yes, yes, yes
"Every stick of wood, every fish, every drop of water. Even a shiny stone. Everything. When they are played together in the right combination, something wonderful can happen."
"You were playing me?"
"We vibrated together. We struck a chord."
I could sort of see that. It was like music, made of light. "Huh. You really are something."
"Yes," he agreed. "But what?"
…everyone tried out the new drinks I've been working on; Campari for bitter, rose liqueur for sweet, prosecco for the spark. Just like life, right?
Quotes from The March Effect
! Hi, I’m Lauren C, and I’ll be your investigator!” She stuck out her hand. Her nails were sparkly green, and so were her eyes. I took a closer look.
“Hi, Lauren C,” I said slowly. Then I took her hand, because it seemed rude to leave a xeno hanging. “What kind of investigator?”
“From the Seelie Court, of course.” She gave me a brisk handshake. “You had a busy year, and the court decided to launch an inquiry.”
When the harpy spoke, her mouth moved, but not in time to the words. Then she smiled, which was somehow worse, the expression never coming near her wild, marigold eyes. “I thought I smelled dark fae. What brings you so far from the Unseelie Court?”
The Unseelie Court. Okay. Well then. This was bad and getting worse.
His were darker than hers, and far less friendly. If it was supposed to help him pass as human, I guess it was a start. He’d probably need to work on the swirling, hip length hair, and the blue cast to his pale skin. He looked like something painted on the side of a van.
“The king requires that you call me Chad,” said the Unseelie fae. “Cool story,” said Claudio. “But no one is calling you Chad.”
The fae looked surprised. “The king has carefully researched human behavior. There is a gathering at the sea where the chosen ones fornicate. The most perfect of them was Chad, and so am I to be.”
“I think they’re watching Bachelors in Paradise over
there,” I told Claudio. To the Unseelie fae I said, “Not going to happen.”
“Nope,” agreed Claudio. “Chad is the worst.”
Now the fae looked indignant. “I am the worst.”
The fae gave a critical look around the bar. “It smells, it’s dark, and there’s something on this wood that feels unpleasant under my hand.”
“Ah,” Claudio said, “you’ve looked us up on Yelp.
Want a drink?”
“So is this how it’s going to be?” I asked, coming up
for a breath. “You’ll just appear?”
“I don’t have a phone,” he reminded me, setting me back on my feet, “or else I would have sent you a text.” He had a point. “I could leave,” he added, looking innocently at the sky, “and then come back when you’re ready. I could send a letter, if I had a stamp.”
They were poised to attack again, and if I wasn’t about to get squashed, I would have spent more time noticing how gorgeous, how un-human they both looked. Light and dark chess pieces. They fired.
Oh, shit.
Sasha jerked his chin at March and asked, “What is
that doing here? Do you get a lot of unicorns?”
“Sure,” I told him. “They come rolling in great herds off the tundra, oh, no wait, that’s caribou.”
“Ruby,” said March, in his slow, sweet voice. “Who’s your friend?”
They both needed me, but it remained to be seen if they could be in the same room without burning each other down.
“Are you two in a fight?” asked Claudio. The two magical creatures turned to look at him. They’d forgotten he was there.
“We were literally on the field of battle ten minutes ago, what do you think?” asked Sasha.
Claudio gave him a look I recognized as You’ve Been Downgraded. “I meant you and your boyfriend the king.”
“I like that t-shirt,” I told him. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were a Fugazi fan, though.”
“I like bands,” he replied. Then he looked concerned. “This is a band, right? Like Firefall?”
“Pretty much exactly the same thing,” I said. “So take it off.”
“In magic, there is no luck. There is only balance.
I wanted to sit and think of reasons why my best friend couldn’t possibly be a vicious, cold-blooded killer. I kept coming back to her night time sunglasses. What if only part of her came back as a human, and the other part came back hungry? Hungry, and angry.
. “What’s it called when you have so little in common you’re practically the same?”
She smiled wryly. “A rom-com with a body count.”
He said he felt like he was being pulled along by the current—in our time river—and you were the only thing he could hang onto.”
“I’m like a temporal life raft that maybe has a hole in it?”
March smiled but didn’t meet my eye. “Can I tell you something?” I nodded, bracing myself. “I kind of always assume everyone is talking about me.”
Kim Alexander grew up in the wilds of Long Island, NY and slowly drifted south until she reached Key West. After spending ten rum-soaked years as a DJ in the Keys, she moved to Washington DC, where she lives with two cats, an angry fish, and her extremely patient husband who tells her she needs to write at least ten more books if she intends to retire in Thailand, so thank you for your patronage.
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