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Targeted Age Group:: 14+
A fae beast. A wild beauty. A curse that could doom them both.
As town greenwitch, Aster’s dedicated her life to defending her people from the nightmarish fae of the forest. Yet despite her best efforts, each year a girl is taken as a tithe by the Beast who rules the Folkwood. None ever return.
And this year, the Beast claims Aster.
Trapped in a cursed palace, taunted by mischievous, invisible servants, Aster despairs of ever making it home. Then the Beast offers her a bargain – if she can restore his rose garden and break the curse on his court, he will set her free.
But healing the enchanted garden requires more than just growing flowers. It forces Aster to open her heart and face the shadows of her past to discover a power of her own…
In doing so, she sees a softer side to the Beast’s savage beauty and dark magic. As feelings blossom between the two of them, Aster faces an impossible choice: her people or her heart.
Can Aster break the curse and save her people? Or will she doom the Beast-and her people-forever?
*A retelling of Beauty and the Beast, An Enchantment of Thorns is the first in a new series of interconnected fairy tale retellings that feature strong heroines, swoon-worthy heroes, clean romance, and magical happy ever afters.*
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What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
My co-author and I just finished writing a series of retellings inspired by the Arabian Nights tales. We always knew we wanted to do a Beauty and the Beast retelling next as it's one of our favorite fairy tales. We also love fae stories, so it made sense to combine the fairy tale element with some of our favorite fae folklore.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Our main character Aster is a greenwitch and is inspired by the Beauty character from the original fairy tale. Aster is sensible, level-headed, and takes her duties of protecting her family and her town very seriously. Thorne was inspired by the Beast character, he's dark, brooding, and mysterious, and he and Aster have a lot to learn from each other!
Book Excerpt/Sample
The Folkwood loomed before us, a dark tangle of gnarled trees, winding ivy, and velvet mosses.
Beside me, my eldest sister clutched her bow, lilac eyes narrowed as she squinted into the misty depths of the forest. Laurel held her lean body as taut as her weapon, poised and ready to fire one of her iron-tipped arrows at the first shimmer of pixie dust or flutter of a translucent wing.
My hand hovered over the string of dried rowan berries around my neck, rolling the vibrant beads between my thumb and fingertips, my gaze darting between the branches for the glittering eyes of an imp or sprite—or worse—that might be watching us from the trees.
It was rare that I was called out right to the forest’s edge, uncomfortably close to the fae territory within.
And you couldn’t trust the fae, or the Folkwood.
I dropped my hand from my necklace to my satchel, wondering whether I’d brought enough supplies with me to hold back the encroaching trees and undergrowth. They’d already spread much farther onto the farmland than I’d expected. With spring rapidly approaching, the threat from the Folkwood should be getting better, not worse.
Farmer Barric Hawley shifted behind us, his weathered cheeks reddening as he watched the two of us take in the impenetrable wall of brambles and branches, sticky buds like tiny green tongues tasting the clear farmland air beyond the trees. Trees he should have been making sure were kept back.
I repressed the urge to glare at him as he began fidgeting with the flat cap he held in his hands.
Farmer Hawley flinched as I turned back to him, launching into a defense even before I’d spoken. “It’s been even worse than usual this winter, Aster,” he said quickly. “More Little Folk meddling on the farm. I’ve been finding whole pails of milk gone sour, lines of winter cabbages rotting in the ground. And I’ve lost half our pigs. They keep wandering into the wood.” He scrubbed the back of his hand over the sweat beading on his brow. “It’s been hard to find time to keep a check on the tree line.”
My lips pinched together. Securing the border between the Folkwood and Rosehill was more important than anything else Farmer Hawley had to do on the farm. Not to mention, he hadn’t said a word to us about pigs disappearing into the forest over the winter. That was concerning. The Folkwood was always at its wildest during winter, and we had to stay especially vigilant.
I made a mental note to ask around and find out whether any others who lived on the outer edges of Rosehill had seen any livestock go missing.
Pressing down the swell of irritation in my stomach, I addressed Farmer Hawley in a calm, authoritative voice. “Why now?”
The farmer blinked. “Sorry?”
“You said this has been going on all winter.” I scuffed the heel of my boot over the rich earth, kicking up a cloud of chocolate-colored dust and allowing my anger to disperse with it on the breeze. “Why call us out now?”
A shadow flickered over the farmer’s strained expression. “It’s—well—it’s my wife. Eliss.” His eyes closed briefly. “The children say they’ve seen her in the forest. Nairn almost went in after her.”
My hand flew to my chest, a wave of dizziness washing over me.
Beside me, my sister clicked her tongue, her brow pinching into a frown as she lowered her arrow a fraction. “Your wife should know better—”
“Laurel,” I interrupted quickly, “Eliss died last fall.”
Laurel’s grip on her bow instantly tightened again, and she lifted the arrow so it pointed into the dark of the wood.
My heart fluttered fast and loose, my mouth drying as I peered in the direction of her arrow.
The púca.
Of all the fae we could have discovered at the edge of the Folkwood, this particular, shapeshifting fae was the worst of all.
Author Bio:
Elm Vince and Helena Rookwood are both YA fantasy authors who specialize in fairytale retellings and fae stories. They've been friends since before they were old enough to read. Their mothers were friends before that, and their grandmothers were friends before that. They both love fairy tales, strong female leads, and hate-to-love romances, so these feature in all the stories they write.
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