Book Title: Tattered Allegiance: MM Fantasy Romance: A Luminia Novel
Author and Publisher: Lee Colgin
Cover Artist: RJ Creatives
Release Date: July 27, 2023
Genre: MM Fantasy Romance
Tropes: friends to lovers, found family, only one hayloft
Themes: standing up for your loved ones
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 50 000 words/ 190 pages
It is a standalone story and also book 1 in new series. It does not end on a cliffhanger.
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A pure blood faerie and a human/faerie halfling grow from boyhood sweethearts to spicy fated mates destined to stand up for the underdogs who need them.
Blurb
Turmoil is brewing in the southern lands. Hushed voices whisper of war. When humans revolt against Fae authority, which perilous path will a young mixling choose?
Rahz
I love Jindal with all my heart, but he’s full fae and I’m only a mixling. He doesn’t grasp how much harder life is for me. As the chasm yawns between us, I’m afraid we’ll lose everything we’ve built.
Jindal
Rahz is my world, and whether he believes it or not, I’d do anything for him. Even when we struggle, my fealty is true. And so is my love. I refuse to let anything tear us apart.
Danger arrives in a royal carriage, gilded with jewels and trailing colorful silks. A loathsome pledge. A demanded oath. A cursed registry.
Can Rahz and Jindal weather the oncoming storm, or will a tattered allegiance break their vows and shatter their hearts?
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Tattered Allegiance is the first book in Lee Colgin’s new Luminia Series. Surrender to an enchanting tale of friends-to-lovers romance. Immerse yourself in Rahz and Jindal’s fantasy world full of apricot pastries, mischievous bullies, young crushes, mysterious gatekeeping bogeymen, and lots of spicy times in the hayloft. A steamy MM paranormal love story in which being queer is normal and accepted, being a bully is uncalled for, and being childhood sweethearts is one in a million!
I put my weight into the massage, dragging my hands over Jindal’s shoulders, down his arms, and back to his neck until every tight muscle has turned to putty beneath my fingers. Then I gather his delicate wings, tuck them in the way he likes, and lie down next to him.
He rolls to face me, his expression dopey as though he’s high off poppy.“Thanks, Rahz.” Even his voice has a dreamy quality to it.
“My pleasure.” Our knees bump as we curl into each other.
He gives a half-hearted push on my shoulder. “Roll over. I’ll do you.”
“I’m good.” Besides, I just want to look at him. I’ll never tire of his lovely face. Those orange eyes stare straight into my soul.
“You sure? Because that was amazing, and you look like you need it too.”
“Another time.” My stress isn’t of the bodily variety but of the mind. A simple massage won’t help. “Plus, you look about as strong as a wet noodle right now.”
He presses a fingertip to my nose and smooshes. “Your fault.”
“Indeed.” I nibble his fingertip.
His gaze narrows. “What’s wrong?”
It’s impossible to hide anything from Jindal. He reads me like a book. “We don’t need to talk about it now. You’re tired.”
“Not too tired for you. Tell me. What’s got this crinkle in your forehead making an appearance?” He runs his finger over it as if to soothe, and I try to relax my face.
Best be out with it, then. “Vander says there’s fighting in the south between the humans and the fae. Whispers of a human uprising.”
Jindal frowns. “Since when do you listen to what Vander has to say?”
“Since he returned from the merchant routes. I don’t think he’d lie about this, Jin. It’s too important.”
“I don’t trust Vander. Probably he wanted to rile you up.”
I shake my head. “I think he was trying to get a handle on where I’d stand if I had to choose. Fae or human? And Vander isn’t the only one worried about this.”
Jindal scrunches his brow and stiffens. “My father doesn’t count.”
“Why not?”
“He gets his rumors from the gossips in Clodhill. You know how they can be. Always poking around in everyone’s business.”
“Just because they’re unsavory doesn’t mean they’re wrong.”
The quality of Jindal’s gaze shifts, like he’s peering into my soul and finds a bit of dust to be swept away. “You’re really worried about this?”
“You’re not?”
“We’re quite far away from the squabbles. It’s safe here.”
“For now.”
He blinks. “Luminia has been peaceful for millennia. We all prosper. Why would anyone want to fight?”
I bite my tongue. Do we all prosper? What of Bessa? We love her, and she loves us, but what would her life have been if she’d been free to choose her fate? If she hadn’t needed work? If Jindal’s father hadn’t hired her to care for his baby when Jindal’s mother went dormant? Would she have a family of her own? Children? These are the sorts of things I’ve been wondering about and haven’t got any answers for.
And there’s my own mother to consider. A human who raised her mixed-blood child all alone when my fae father couldn’t be bothered. We’re treated well enough, but the other mothers weren’t expected to clean the schoolhouse on weekends. Weren’t expected to scrub floors, polish silver, or wax windows. No, those chores always fall to the humans among us, and everyone acts as if this is fair and normal. I can’t help but wonder why.
Why aren’t we all equal?
No, not everyone prospers in Luminia. At least not the same amount.
Jindal kisses me, a gentle press of lips, followed by a whisper. “You’ve left me out of the conversation again. What are you thinking about so hard that you can’t say it aloud?”
I didn’t mean for this to happen. We’ve had such a nice day and an even better night. I want to snuggle him close and drift off to a dreamless sleep with the smell of his hair in my nose.
Maybe there’s nothing to worry about after all. Maybe he’s right. The south is so far away, and things here are peaceful.
“I’m sorry I brought it up.”
He purses his lips at my nonanswer but doesn’t push. Sweet Jindal. Neither of us likes to argue, but sometimes that means simple disagreements fester. This doesn’t feel simple, and I’m not ready to pick through the thorns this conversation would bring up. Another day. Another night.
“You can always talk to me.” He tucks his head beneath my chin.
I tighten my arms around him and pull us as close as two people can be. “I know.”
But I don’t.
Lee Colgin has loved vampires since she read Dracula on a hot, sunny beach at 13 years old. She lives in North Carolina with lots of dogs and her husband. No, he’s not a vampire, but she loves him anyway. Lee likes to workout so she can eat the maximum amount of cookies with her pizza. Ask her how much she can bench press.
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