Because Faery Godmonster (Collector’s Edition)

Chainmail and Velvet, Book 1

by Sionnach Wintergreen

Because Fairy Godmonster - Sionnach Wintergreen - Chainmail and Velvet, Book 1
Part of the Chainmail and Velvet series:
Editions:Kindle - Collector's Edition: $ 2.99
Pages: 105

How can they get together with a monster in their way?

The warrior-priest. Gossamer wants true love. But his faery godmonster, a gigantic, winged, two-headed beast named Puff-puff, is determined to keep him "safe"--even from a broken heart.

The necromancer. Pox is a sexy fugitive. An exiled aristocrat, his ego is as big as a dragon's maw. He has no time for love. Still, that brawny Gossamer might make a fine manservant.

**This gay romantic comedy contains four graphic, sexually explicit scenes and is intended for adults only.
(It also contains crude humor, a love story, and a big scary monster.)

This collector's edition features a brand new cover, improved formatting, and the first chapter of the second book in the Chainmail and Velvet series!

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Pairings: MM
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Fairy Tales Revisited, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Friends to Lovers, Love Can Heal / Redemption, Opposites Attract, Slow Burning Love, Star-Crossed Lovers
Word Count: 26,550
Setting: a fantasy land
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Excerpt:

Gossamer:

I wake and find myself alone in our room; Kiona’s bed is empty. I straighten it before leaving. I know the innkeeper’s hirelings will make the beds and clean the rooms after we leave, but I can’t help it. I don’t like leaving messes for others.

I find Henley downstairs, simultaneously trying to coax some coin from the breakfast crowd and woo some straw-headed, big-bottomed village wench. She isn’t the same one he retired with last night. This one has most of her teeth. She gives me a territorial scowl as I take a seat beside Henley. I ignore her. “Where’s Kiona?  Shopping?”

“Trying to replace Garboil.”

“Poor Garboil.”  I sigh. “I guess we could use another companion. But why did she leave us here?”

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“Probably so she could pick up another misfit stray. She knows if she tried to get another yeti wizard one of us would tell her no.”  He makes the strings of his lute shriek. “What do you wanna bet she comes back with a fae barbarian or a vampire monk?”

“Yeah, or something really preposterous—like a dwarven bard.”

He glares and seems about to retort when Toothy Village Wench pipes up. “You’d better scat, cockfucker. The bard here and I’ve got designs on working our breakfast off up in his room.”

I try to quell my amusement—and a sudden urge to vomit. “I only work with him. But if you decide to go through with it, I’ll be happy to tend whatever pustules you develop afterward.”

Henley puts down his lute to laugh and swings an arm around his latest conquest. “Don’t mind Goss, my lovely. He can’t help it—knobgoblins just have big mouths.”

Toothy regards me with narrowed eyes. “Never seen no knobgoblins before.”

“Hobgoblin,” I correct her. “I’m a hobgoblin.”

She shakes her head. "You look human to me."

I'm trying to decide if that was a compliment when Henley lands a cockpunch. It was a light hit, but pain shoots through me. My tusks errupt on either side of my jaw, either side of my chin, and under it. I hunch over, all tusky. The wench looks ready to scream in my face, so I don’t bother to show her the dorsal stripe of short spines running down my back. "Not quite human." I retract my tusks. "They're called tusks, but they function more like claws. I can extend them at will, but they usually only show if I'm provoked."

Henley snickers. My balls are still throbbing. I'm not amused. The wench draws back a bit, frowning, more repulsed now than scared. “Ewww….”

I give her my most courteous smile and bow slightly. “Well met.”

Henley grins ear to ear, his little waxed moustache and pointy beard enhancing the breadth of his mouth. “He’s a knobgoblin because he gobbles knob.”

I grab him by his forelock and bounce his head against the table. Henley. Bane of my existence. And also my best friend.

I grin as he holds his head and swears. “I guess," I say casually, "that makes you a bat, since you’re always flying in and out of caves.”

The wench continues surveying me with befuddled disgust. Henley rubs his head. His face is dark and fierce. Then he rears back, laughing and slurps from his tankard. He shrugs. “Caves are handy. I need a wide hole to plant my wood.”

I’ve seen Henley’s cock. It gets lost in his trousers. I’m surprised he doesn’t need tweezers to piss. Although I could have said something to this effect, I offer him a crooked, good-natured smile. I’m a polite hobgoblin. Actually, most of my kin are well-mannered despite our reputation as baby-snatchers and orphan-eaters. And even those of us who do indulge in an orphan once in a while use proper utensils.

The door’s hinges squeal like sick rats and Kiona enters with a shaft of morning light and a stranger carrying a purple parasol dripping with black lace. Henley and I rush to Kiona’s side, leaving Henley’s wench looking forlorn beside the hearth. The stranger closes his parasol—and somehow manages to do this with a rather masculine style for a man with a parasol. His eyes are stag brown and bright in the inn's gloom.

Pox.

Fully alert, with the spring morning’s chill still clinging to his clothes, he is unfathomably beautiful. It’s more than that eerie nightsprite etherealness or that typical wild fae glamour; there’s something sweet and vulnerable about his face, something hidden, something remote and lonely. He reminds me of a graveyard no one visits.

He regards me with an aloof disdain. There’s not a hint of recognition in that beautiful gaze. My heart drops to the floor. I grind it beneath my boot. It’s for the best, really.

For the best, my monster echoes somewhere within my skull. At least someone’s happy.

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About the Author

Sionnach Wintergreen is a genderqueer author of epic fantasy and adult fantasy. Her character-driven stories usually involve misfits because she has always been one. Her experiences as a bartender, dominatrix, preschool teacher, and grant writer for an animal rescue group color her works. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband and five spoiled rotten furkids. She also has a wonderful adult human son.


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