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Book Title: Deliciously Enchanted (D’Vaire, Book 37)
Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley
Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: June 15, 2023
Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Tropes: Fated mates
Themes: Love
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 91 500
It is not a standalone story, but does not end on a cliffhanger.
Mixing friendship and devotion, two mates perfect an enchanting recipe for eternal love.
Blurb
Henry Gennevios is an enchanter with little magic, but his lack of sorcery doesn’t bother him. Growing up in the chaos of his parents’ matebond, Henry escaped into his passion for food. Now, Henry is a famous chef with dozens of restaurants, best-selling cookbooks, and a successful line of kitchen products with his name slapped on them.
Seristyn Cith-Oridi was raised in his father’s elf tribe, but he’s a hybrid with no friends and a father who dictates every aspect of his life. His family life is tumultuous, but Seristyn has quietly rebelled since he was a child. He devotes his ample energy to dance classes and chasing his dreams.
On an otherwise ordinary morning, Seristyn and Henry meet. Instantly infatuated, they follow elven tradition and are mated within a few days. Despite the challenges Fate soon throws in their path, Henry and Seristyn are equally determined to build a matebond full of love and friendship.
Excerpt
The hybrid’s beautiful mouth curved into a welcoming smile with a hint of sultriness. His jaw was squared off, and those remarkable eyes were charmingly tilted upward. Henry wasn’t sure what he’d done to please Fate, but he could not fault her taste, and he thanked the goddess for not forgetting to give the magicless Gennevios a mate.
“Hi,” the gorgeous vision said to Henry. “I’m Seristyn.”
“Salut, Seristyn. Enchanté. Je suis Henri,” Henry said, then shook his head swiftly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I chose French. I’m Henry. It’s lovely to meet you.”
“You have a bit of an accent, is French your first language?”
“It is. I detect a hint of something in your voice too, is Elvish your native tongue?”
“Yeah, it’s what I speak at home. But I don’t use it anywhere else.”
Henry nodded and tried to ignore the color creeping up his neck. The idea that he might have a mate had occurred to him, but Henry hadn’t known how to handle the thought. Yes, Henry had wanted the other half of his soul. However, he didn’t have social skills outside of business, and he hated being uncomfortable or embarrassed.
“It’s lovely to meet you.”
“You said that already,” Seristyn replied with a small grin. “I’m glad I’m not the only nervous one. Meeting my mate is scarier than I imagined.”
Relieved that he wasn’t alone in his discomfort, Henry returned Seristyn’s smile. “I’m unsure what we do next.”
“Exchange phone numbers, maybe?”
“Excellent idea,” Henry said, then grimaced. His mind was still spinning. “I can’t remember my number right now.”
“You don’t have to,” Seristyn assured him. “Get out your phone, and you can text me.”
“Merci,” Henry replied, too frazzled to translate his thoughts into English.
“I have a dance class now, but I could skip it if you wanted to talk or whatever we’re supposed to do right now.”
Henry shook his head and tried desperately to get his bearings, but his hands were sweaty, and he remained completely flummoxed. “Non. I mean, no, I have a meeting to get to. Go to your dance class.”
“Great, can I talk to you later?”
“Of course. Anytime, Seristyn.”
“I just wanted to say before I go that today’s the best day of my life.”
Honored and pleased, Henry nearly sighed aloud as warmth flowed into him and his heart. “Mine too.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Henry.”
“Oui. Yes, I look forward to it.”
Henry waved awkwardly as Seristyn passed him, with his smile still in place, to attend his dance class. His eyes fell closed as the smell of pain au chocolat faded with each step Seristyn took away from him. Then a thought occurred to Henry that had him stomping a foot.
“Seristyn. You’re an elf.”
With a chuckle, Seristyn turned around in the quiet hall.
“I know,” he called out.
“We have seventy-two hours to combine our souls.”
“If we follow elven tradition.”
Feeling foolish and hoping he hadn’t offended Seristyn, Henry internally berated himself for his suddenly sluggish brain. “I should have asked. You’re a hybrid, a shifter? What kind?”
“Griffin, but no beast.”
There was a sadness in Seristyn’s voice that told Henry his mate would’ve preferred otherwise. “Do you want to follow elven tradition?”
“You’re a sorcerer, what kind?”
“Enchanteur, but I have no magic.”
“Would it be okay if we followed elven tradition?”
Henry nodded quickly. His thoughts were finally kicking into gear, though his heart continued to thud heavily in his chest. “I would like very much to honor your people. And I vow to do my part to build a matebond with you.”
Seristyn’s gorgeous smile flashed again, and Henry unconsciously mirrored it. “I’m happy I met you, Henry, and I’ll do my part too.”
“Should we discuss the details and everything later?” Henry asked with a quick glance at his watch. His meeting was scheduled for five minutes ago, but Seristyn was the other half of his soul. The dean of Starlight University would have to wait.
“Yeah, I don’t even know where to begin.”
Planning and organizing were Henry’s strengths. “Leave it to me, I can handle whatever arrangements are necessary. I’ll put together a list of questions and be ready to get to work once we have a chance to talk later.”
“Great, I’ll talk to you then.”
“Get to your class before you’re any later.”
“I met my mate, they’ll understand,” Seristyn assured him but turned to leave again. “Oh, Henry, did I mention how beautiful you are?”
His cheeks on fire, Henry swallowed. “Thank you. I’ve never seen anyone as gorgeous as you. Fate has blessed me.”
“I feel the same way. Have a great day, Henry, I can’t wait to talk to you later.”
“You too, Seristyn,” Henry said and watched his mate walk away.
About the Author
Jessamyn Kingley has published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area, she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.
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