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Yes, Jareth, First Lord is being re-released by FreedomInk Publishing. Newly edited, and with added chapters–including the wedding and wedding night–Jareth is leading the way for the second book in the series, Viviane, First Lady.

And the Pre-Sale Event is now open! You can now pre-order your copy of Jareth, First Lord from FreedomInk.

And the PreSale price includes a 1st print book + a Redds button featuring the cover art of  ‘Jareth, First Lord’ courtesy of the CEO at FreedomInk!

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Excerpt:

“Before you follow the breadcrumbs back to your rooms, may I tempt you with a glass of wine? It’s not late yet and there’s still a nice fire in the fireplace. It would be a shame to let it go to waste by not enjoying it,” he suggested.

“Lord Jareth, I don’t want to keep you from any business you have. You must be busy these days. You needn’t entertain me to the detriment of your estate or clan.”

She looked as if she would enjoy the fire, but was too shy to say so. Something must have reminded her of her late husband,  a deep sadness suddenly filled her eyes with tears. Jareth reached out to comfort her and she flinched at his touch.

“Viviane, I know how much grief you still carry. I would enjoy your company tonight, if you can manage,” he continued. “I keep my evenings free to unwind from the day. It has been most generous of you to share your evening, but if you feel you must leave, I’ll understand.”

Viviane stood motionless for a moment, tears threatening to spill over onto her face. Jareth was afraid she was going to run to her room, fling herself on the bed, and cry herself to sleep. For some reason, her emotion was affecting him more strongly than it should. Maybe it was the personal tragedies they shared.

“Thank you, milord, but spending another evening in tears won’t help anything, will it?” she replied, dabbing at the few tears which had escaped. “It hasn’t so far, anyway. Perhaps a glass of wine and a warm fire would be better, if you’re sure I won’t interrupt anything else you had to do.”

“Wine and a fire it is, Viviane. And no, crying yourself to sleep every night doesn’t help, though it sometimes seems you have no choice. I know how much it hurts, the loss. It gets easier to bear after a while. I don’t know that you miss them any less, but you find a way to live with it and move on.”