QSFer Geneva Vand has a new FF contemporary romance out: The Taste of Winter.
Hailey has always wanted to keep believing in magic, but her world feels extremely ordinary. What magic exists for a too snarky, mousy-haired, accountant in training to find? Except there’s a unicorn playing in the park.
Lizzie just wanted a moment to relax. The falling snow lured her into the dark playground where she was sure no one would see her. Except someone does, and that someone is wonderful and perfect.
Lizzie’s worlds collide when she finds her pretty stranger in a campus coffee shop. Can she set aside her ingrained caution long enough to let Hailey in? And can Hailey convince Lizzie that she’s ready to keep Lizzie, magical complications and all?
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Excerpt
Chapter One
Hailey
My feet stuttered to a stop on the sidewalk and I stared with wide eyes into the snow-covered park.
What.
The.
Actual.
Fuck.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a second and then blinked them open again.
Nope, it was still there.
I tugged my stretchy gray glove down to bare the back of my wrist and pinched a bit of skin between my teeth for a second. I dropped my hand and waited to wake up for what seemed like an appropriate amount of time—though really, how would I know?
But I waited, and when I decided to be done waiting, it was still there.
Okay.
There was probably a unicorn in the park. There was a unicorn in the park, and it was playing in the snow like a puppy. Or like a foal, I guess.
Or I was hallucinating. It was ten o’clock on Thursday of finals week, and I had drunk enough coffee today to sustain a national guard platoon, so that was totally possible.
But a tiny little part of me—the part of me that was still a little girl who wanted to believe in magic that I was trying desperately to hold onto—really wanted to believe that unicorns were real and there was one right in front of me.
But that was impossible, right? I was definitely hallucinating after spending too much time staring at my laptop screen while drinking too many caramel mochas.
Then the unicorn started playing in the deeper snow that had drifted into the dips under the swing set—so cute—and got its horn stuck in one of the chains. At that point, I decided that this was way too ridiculous to be a hallucination.
I slapped my gloved hand over my mouth to stifle my slightly hysterical giggle. Stuff like this just didn’t happen to me. I was the one who stubbornly believed in magic even though absolutely nothing even remotely magical ever happened in my life. I was going to college to become a small business accountant for fuck’s sake; it didn’t get much less magical than that. Well, unless you were a small business owner that needed an accountant, I guess, but still. Mousy-haired, brown-eyed, too-skinny-to-be-fashionably-slender, accountants in training did not see unicorns in the park.
The unicorn made a small sound of distress and jerked its head, its horn pulling roughly at the chain it was stuck in. The rough clinking sound jolted me out of my frozen disbelief, and I dropped my hand.
I gnawed on my lip anxiously as I watched the unicorn tug futilely against the chains. When a particularly hard tug sent it spinning around in a prancing circle to keep its balance and it managed to get the entire swing—hard rubber seat and all—wrapped around its head, I frowned and stepped off the sidewalk.
There was no way I could leave it like that, potential hallucination or not.
I walked as quietly as I could, not wanting to startle the poor thing. The going was a bit difficult, what with it being well after dark and the streetlights along the sidewalk being the only light nearby. While the ugly pole lights easily provided enough light to see into the park, they didn’t quite provide enough light to walk competently though drifted snow over slightly uneven ground. I did not, however, fall before I reached the swing set, so I was calling the journey a win.
The unicorn was distracted enough that it didn’t see me until I stumbled over the little log that surrounded the swing set’s base. I didn’t know how it managed to be oblivious until then because my winter coat was loud, and my breathing was loud, I had sworn a few times, my footsteps were clumsy and loud, and my messenger bag rubbed—loudly—against my butt. I was just, in general, loud. Maybe the noise from the swing’s chains blocked out everything else? It was probably overwhelming, all around its head like that.
Whatever the reason, I stepped over the little log undetected, but the crunch of snow under my next step had the unicorn freezing in place.
I paused, eyeing that big body and pointy horn warily. I took another cautious step forward, hesitating again when the unicorn turned its head to see me better.
“Gooood, hor—goooood unicorny,” I singsonged quietly as I moved forward slowly. “I’m just going to get the yucky chains off your head. Please don’t stab me.”
It snorted. If it were human, I would have said the sound was amused.
Standing in front of the pretty supernatural creature now, I reached up and tentatively patted its nose. The unicorn bumped its nose into my palm and wiggled its lips against my glove. I wasn’t hugely familiar with horses—or horse-type creatures—but I was taking the lack of biting as a good sign.
“Alright, so we just have to get the swing off your head, and then we can pull the chain off your horn. Okay?”
It stamped at the ground at couple times and lowered its head. It didn’t have to lower its head too far. It seemed sort of small for a horse? It was dainty and pretty and its shoulders—withers?—only reached my chest. I was somewhat less than average height for a woman—okay, fine, I was short—so that seemed way smaller than any pictures of horses I’d ever seen.
Whatever. It wasn’t actually a horse, was it? So it didn’t matter what sizes horses usually came in. And its short stature made this easier, so yay.
Author Bio
Geneva Vand has finally settled down for the long term in Chicago, IL, where her husband and two cats keep her company. Before that, you could mostly find her in Maine, Washington, or Idaho. Her loves include cross stitching, indie nail polish, and stories of all kinds.
Eventually, she decided to start adding her own stories to the world. So far she’s sticking to romance. Her books tend toward light, low-heat escapism with a focus on LGBTQ+ characters.
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