We are so excited to be able to bring you the cover reveal for Bayou Fairy Tale …the second book in Lex Chase’s Fairy Tales of the Open Road Trilogy, due for release 19th October. Just like the author herself, it’s vibrant and full of personality, we love it! And Macky, who absolutely adored the first book in the series, Americana Fairy Tale can’t wait to get her hands on this one. Go check out the cover and there’s a fabulous excerpt just to whet the appetite.
Bayou Fairy Tale
Release Date: 19th October
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Series: Fairy Tales of the Open Road Trilogy
Genre: Urban Fantasy M/M Romance
Length: 294 pages
Screw-up Princess and Skillful Huntsman Trilogy: Book Two
A Fairy Tales of the Open Road Novel
Modern day fairy-tale princess Taylor Hatfield has problems. One: he’s a guy. Two: he’s Sleeping Beauty, the most useless princess in existence. Throw in his true love, Corentin Devereaux, a huntsman descended from child-eating witches, and Taylor’s younger brother, Atticus—this generation’s Snow White—who tried to kill him. That didn’t go so hot.
For two years, Taylor and Corentin live their Happily Ever After. But Corentin is cursed to lose his memory every seven days, including his life with Taylor—a painful reminder that he can’t provide for the man he loves. Taylor insists Corentin has the strength to succeed, and when Taylor discovers a way to break the curse, he is more than willing to pay the cost.
When an enchanted blizzard devastates Corentin’s hometown of New Orleans, Taylor is convinced Atticus is to blame and grows desperate to find him amid the Big Easy turned frozen wasteland. Corentin believes Taylor is chasing a ghost while he chases the ghosts of his own past. Old tensions scratch open scars, leaving both to wonder if they have each other’s best interests at heart. The clock is ticking until Corentin loses his memory and the rabbit hole goes so deep they may never come out.
Bayou Fairy Tale by Lex Chase
It was an unexpected but half-planned surprise when Corentin joined Taylor in the shower. Taylor didn’t think he’d take the bait. But a few carefully orchestrated hints on Taylor’s part let Corentin know a morning frolic would make anyone start the day with an extra spring in their step.
As Taylor toweled off his long hair, he considered his split ends for a moment. He sighed. It seemed only female princesses had perfect hair. He recalled Miss Miriam suggesting to Devon that he should do something to tidy up his appearance. He didn’t catch all of the conversation, but there was a bit where Miss Miriam described him as a gangly street rat. Taylor had kept it in, taking the high road. It wasn’t going to solve anything to tell Miss Miriam to go fuck herself—though he thought about it—especially when she was the only kindergarten teacher in the three counties who brought her class to the library.
It also wouldn’t help to let his words fly, not with the sleeping dragon that now inhabited his soul. She must stay asleep at all costs. He decided the dragon was a girl and named her Zee, after Princess Zellandine, his ancient ancestor. Contrary to the historical texts, Princess Zellandine wasn’t a passive Sleeping Beauty, but Sleeping Dragon, the Dragon Slayer. It was pretty cool once Taylor had time to digest it all—despite being depicted as the most worthless princess in pop culture, who excelled at power napping.
He stared at himself in the foggy mirror, lost in his contemplation, when a warm hand rested on his hip.
Corentin slipped behind him like a passing trail of smoke. They watched each other in the mirror, and Taylor sized them up as a pair.
Corentin wasn’t even close to his type back then. He was dirty, rugged, had a knack for being an insufferable shit, and was everything Taylor never wanted. The intricate tree tattoo that wound up Corentin’s left arm warned him and yet fascinated him. The seven branches scrawled across Corentin’s chest and over his back. Every branch had their leaves today. But one by one, the leaves would fall away, and Corentin would leave him again.
Taylor should have run. It had been so easy in the past to tell a would-be suitor to get lost. Taylor’s type had been the clean-cut, blond yuppie Adonises. Type-A Prince Charmings, so he could run about and be the wild princess arm candy.
But Corentin never approached Taylor as a suitor, or even a friend, and not even remotely an ally. But that fateful night they kissed…. Corentin was perfect. Even with his faults and horrid habits, as well as Taylor’s ever-expanding list of princess Enchant rules he had to live by and even more faults, Corentin was the Prince Charming who had been in front of Taylor’s face the day they met.
“You’re thinking harder than I do,” Corentin whispered in Taylor’s ear. The warmth of his Creole accent made Taylor’s stomach clench. Corentin explored the flat of Taylor’s lower belly and scraped his nails across the intricate dragon tattoo just over his groin. “Stop it,” he ordered before planting a kiss on Taylor’s shoulder.
“You stop it,” Taylor said and gave Corentin a playful swat. “You’re going to wake up Zee.”
“That’s not all that’s waking up.” Corentin chuckled conspiratorially, and Taylor watched himself get hard in the mirror.
“I hope it’s in your notes that Zee blew up the microwave last time.” Taylor tried his best stern warning expression, but it broke quickly when Corentin took him in hand and pumped.
“I suppose I blew your mind, hmm?” Corentin nipped Taylor’s earlobe.
Taylor glared but couldn’t resist riding Corentin’s hand. “I so fucking hate you.” He turned around to face Corentin, and Corentin’s expression held not a shred of remorse. He leaned back into the edge of the sink, and Corentin crouched before him. Taylor gawked wide-eyed and his face heated.
“Do you know how bright red you are right now?” Corentin smirked as he settled at his knees.
“Shut the fuck up,” Taylor managed to curse three seconds before his head fell back with a heady groan.
“Oh no! Storyteller, no, no, no, no! Oh hell! Honeysuckle! Get the fire extinguisher!” Ringo screeched from the downstairs kitchen.
“Fuck! Zee!” Taylor jerked forward and shoved Corentin off him. He scrambled for a towel and then dashed out of the bathroom, with Corentin close behind.
Taylor couldn’t get his footing on the steps but caught himself before he went ass over teakettle. He slid across the throw rug and collided into the doorjamb of the kitchen with a loud thud he’d definitely be feeling tomorrow.
“What is it?” Taylor panted through the throbbing ache in his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” Corentin asked from behind Taylor. His firm tone suggested he was ready to defend his home.
Ringo’s pixie wife, Honeysuckle, manned the human-sized fire extinguisher as jets of foam exploded over the oven.
Taylor brought his arms up over his face to protect himself from the chemicals, and Corentin pulled Taylor against him in a protective grasp.
With a few final blasts of foam, Honeysuckle puffed a silver curl from her face. “And that’s how it’s done,” she said and then grunted in apparent satisfaction.
Taylor inched into the kitchen, careful not to slip in the foam coating the floors. “Do I dare ask what happened?”
Ringo sniffed, large tears welling in his humongous eyes. “My frittata…,” he croaked and gestured at the foam-filled pan.
Fairy Tales of the Open Road Book #1
Modern fairy-tale princess Taylor Hatfield has problems. One: he’s a guy. Two: his perfect brother Atticus is the reincarnation of Snow White. Three: Taylor has no idea which princess he is supposed to be. Four: Taylor just left his prince (a girl) at the altar. Despite his enchanted lineage, Taylor is desperate to find his Happily Ever After away from magic, witches, and stuffy traditions. Regrettably, destiny has other plans for him. Dammit.
When word reaches Taylor that Idi the Witchking has captured Atticus, Taylor is determined to save his brother. He enlists the help of rakish and insufferable Corentin Devereaux, likewise of enchanted lineage. A malicious spell sends Taylor and Corentin on a road trip through the kitschy nostalgia of roadside Americana. To save Atticus, they must solve the puzzles put forth by Idi the Witchking. As they struggle, Taylor and Corentin’s volatile partnership sparks a flash of something more. But princesses have many enemies, and Taylor must keep his wits about him because there’s nothing worse than losing your heart… or your head.
Meet Lex Chase
Lex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.” Now, she’s on a mission to make the world a hell of a lot more interesting.
Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure—and depending on how she feels that day—Lex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. Her pride is in telling stories of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. If you’re going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love.
Lex is a pop culture diva, her DVR is constantly backlogged, and unapologetically loved the ending of Lost. She wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind.
She is grateful for and humbled by all the readers. She knows very well she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them and welcomes feedback.