The Hunt For Snow
by S.E. Babin
Fairytale League #1
Publication Date: October 20, 2014
Genres: Urban Fantasy
Synopsis
Fairytales with a twist! Snow has successfully avoided her past for years … until now. With an evil queen bent on her destruction and a hunter bent on her seduction, she has no choice but to run. Who will find her first? S.E. Babin presents The Hunt for Snow, Book 1 of her exciting, new fantasy series, Fairytale League. Every ten years a convention is held in a neutral location where people from all the realms come together and reunite. This is no ordinary conference, though, because everyone who shows up holds a place of honor in the legends of old. But there’s one person who doesn’t care that Earth is neutral territory. The Evil Queen, Naomi, is out to settle a score, and she’s brought along one of her most talented henchman to teach the one who got away a harsh lesson. Snow’s past is shrouded in mystery. Mild cryptozoologist by day, private investigator by night, Snow is dead set on one thing — staying far away from the Huntsman who haunts her dreams. When she shows up to the conference with her two best friends in tow, things start going awry right away. Mere minutes after arriving, they find themselves thrust back into the world they’ve tried so hard to avoid. Now, along with the help of her friends, Snow is struggling to stay one step ahead of the queen who wants to destroy her — and the Huntsman who wants to possess her at all costs. The hunt for Snow is on. But who will find her first?
So
where does a girl go when she’s hurt and upset? I don’t know, but
this girl went back to the bar. I sidled up to it, grabbed a stool
and gestured the big, friendly guy over. “Vodka, straight. Not the
cheap stuff.” I had to give him credit. His eyebrow only rose a
fraction of an inch before he rumbled his big body over to all the
glorious booze and poured me a healthy shot. I took it back in one
gulp, enjoying the slow burn of the booze, and gestured for another
one. He obliged, so I knocked that one back too.
I
asked him for a coke with a shot of vodka and watched his strong,
capable hands while wondering what his story was. He slid it over to
me with the ease of someone with years of experience in the same job,
offered me a slight smile, and left me there to stew. Maybe for the
best. I wouldn’t be very good company right now.
“Did
someone take your Sig?” The cool voice intruded into my maudlin
thoughts. “Tsk, tsk, it’s a sad day when a pretty girl like you
sits at the bar crying over her lost hardware.”
I
snorted and twisted in my seat to look at Robin. I picked up my drink
and clinked it against his. “Cyndi feels sorry for me,” I said
without preamble.
His
brow crinkled adorably and he burst into guffaws. “Sorry? For you?”
I
let him have his moment. I hadn’t confided in him in years, so he
had no idea of the extent of my bone-deep loneliness. “She replaced
all of my clothing with frilly garments. Pink. Purple. Pastel. Skinny
jeans.” I made a gagging noise.
His
laughter abruptly stopped. “Christ.” He turned a panicked look to
me. “Did you kill her?”
About the Author
S.E. Babin has a passion for writing books with a paranormal twist. Whether it's romance or mystery, she loves turning the norm into the extraordinary. Her early love of reading turned into a curious exploration to see whether or not she could write her own novel. This resulted in her spending way too much time in the library, killing any chance of her becoming a cheerleader or anything even remotely cool. She lives in Texas with her family and a passive aggressive dachshund.
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