Deliciously Saucy

Hello, my lovely minions of chaos. I hope you’re all doing well. Things on my end have (surprisingly) been truckin’ along. I’ve been getting a LOT of writing and editing done. Heck yeah, witches! But that’s not what we’re here to talk about.

We’re here to talk about Mórrígan’s Curse.

Wanna see how shiny the cover is??? Wanna know what the blurb is? WANNA READ A CHAPTER FROM OWEN’S POINT-OF-VIEW!?!!?!?

ARE. YOU. READY. FOR. THIS!?!?!?!?

Such glory. Much beauty. Lots of kick-ass, take-names attitude 😎

I LOVES EEEEET!

What story is held betwixt the covers, you ask?

All magic comes with a price, and Team Sibyl is going to learn that the hard way…

Samantha Anders successfully forged bonds with her cousins, repairing her soul. But it came at a cost: she’s draining their lives. As Sam’s godling powers grow, her abilities become harder to control.

They’re not the only ones fighting to survive…

The Ravenhart curse is haunting Vincent. Grief is stirring dark feelings, driving him to fits of madness. With each passing day, his gruesome nightmares take him closer and closer to the edge of despair.

And a sinister voice invites him to give in…

With lives hanging in the balance, Team Sibyl will have to pay a price to keep each other safe, and the consequences threaten to unravel the Cosmos.

HOLY GASPING WOW! That’s intense, amirite? Buckle in, y’all, for a wild ride.

Mórrígan’s Curse (Light of Chaos # 5) is coming to a bookshelf near you soon. It’ll drop on November 4th, 2025, so mark your calendars! PRE-ORDER this dark, sassy, cursed beauty now.

~Keep reading for a sneak peek of what’s inside~

Ever wonder about Owen’s past? Where he was prior to meeting his Kairos? Well, behold, a little snippet about the Merlin Estate from his Point-of-view.

🥁 Drum 🥁 roll please for this little tease~

“Here we fucking go,” I groaned. “Go back to bed and let me embarrass myself in peace.”

They didn’t hear me, of course, and even if they did, they wouldn’t listen to a word I said.

“What’s that?” Phoenix asked, tensing next to me as he gripped the glaive.

“The most annoying calvary no one asked for.”

He looked at me in consternation before a group of five people were finally close enough to see. Four held flashlights while the fifth was showing off with his fire affinity. Smug bastard was a show pony, even for the most mundane tasks in the history of mundaneness.

“Ah, whadda we have here?” Aron—the bane of my existence—said with a smirk. “Why, if it ain’t a washed-up wee lil’ babe.”

I squinted an eye at him, then at the others. “Don’t you have children to terrorize and puppies to kick?”

Aron grinned wider. “Why, I’m lookin’ at wan right now.”

Lifting a shaky hand, I flipped him the bird.

The swordmaster chuckled as he looked around me. A single brow rose as he took in the sight of Phoenix, then the glaive. His gaze returned to me, all amusement fading from his expression. “Funny, boyo, but that power deh feel like a Kairos. O were ye aff onna ’nother wana yer wee adventures, like the runaway shitehead ye are?”

I rolled my eyes as I put the Jeep into gear, slowly putting my foot on the gas. “Move your minions or I’ll run them over. I’ve had a fucking day, and I’m not paid enough to listen to your bullshit.”

“Owen,” he growled, but I kept my foot on the gas. “Owen Alexander Merlin, ye turn aff that motor an’ get oot before ay give ye a wallap, ye fecker.”

“La-la-la-la,” I said, pressing down on the accelerator. Aron’s disciples—or whatever he was calling them these days—jumped out of the path of the car. To be extra petty, I turned on the stereo, cursing the damn thing as I had to change the station to local frequencies. I threw a dazzling grin at Phoenix. “How do you feel about Welsh opera? No? Me neither.”

As he stared at me in complete befuddlement, I began whistling along, expertly navigating the winding roads through the lush forest. Aron had made me run them enough times, I could probably do this with my eyes closed. I didn’t think Phoenix would be entertained if I tried.

“What the Duat is going on?” he shouted to be heard over the music. “Who were those people, and where are we?”

“A fun little place I like to call Hades on Gaia.” I flashed him another grin. “You didn’t think I grew up in the Merlin Tunnels, did ya?”

He stared at me blankly. “For the love of Ra, eyes on the road!”

I turned my attention back to the road, smirking when I saw flames and lights reflecting off the rearview mirror. Aron was giving chase, and it pleased my gleeful little vindictive heart. The number of cuts and bruises I got from that asshole while he taught me swordplay made this petty act of defiance all the sweeter. Maybe if the jackass hadn’t enjoyed swatting me with the flat of his blade when I goofed off, or slapping me upside the head, maybe I wouldn’t be such a ‘brat.’

As I picked up speed, throwing dirt with the beautiful, wonderful deep-grooved Jeep tires, an exhausted, maniacal burble of laughter escaped me.

Dirt shower, anyone?

Phoenix looked tenser and tenser with each passing moment, especially when I began sharply whipping the Jeep around trees, narrowly avoiding clipping them.

“How do you feel about off-roading?”

“That better be a jo—” He began cursing up a storm in ancient Egyptian, as I sent the Jeep rocking and swaying as I went over large rocks, tree roots, and various other uneven obstacles.

“You think we’ve lost them yet?”

“I HATE YOU!”

I laughed, veering out of the trees and back onto the main dirt road. When we reached the large metal double-door gate, I finally brought the car to a stop. Phoenix looked ready to murder me, probably while he vomited all over me.

Leaning out the window, I pressed the call button on the intercom. And kept pressing and pressing, making it make a horrid buzzing noise, until someone finally snapped, “I’m coming, ya git! I’m coming!”

“Hey, Mervyn, open up!”

There was a brief pause. “Master Owen, is that you?”

“Master?” Phoenix muttered disbelievingly under his breath.

“The one and only. Now, hurry up and let me in before Aron skins my hide.”

Mervyn sighed heavily. “One of these days, boy. One of these days…”

The doors swung open, and I peeled onto the paved driveway, heading toward the homestay. It was basically a mansion—or a castle, if you wanted to be fanciful. Once upon a time, in a land far, far—right fucking here—Emrys Merlin build a gigantic house for Arthur and friends to live in. But it wasn’t just them who lived here. Guinevere lived here, too. Then there were the guest rooms, and the visitor’s quarters and—you get the picture.

Considering it was built in the medieval period, circa the fifth century CE, it was rather nice. It was stone and brick and mortar, with high windows and large double-arching doors. There were well-maintained gardens that Arthur had originally planted, along with the expansion over the centuries. As time passed, the grounds keeper and other Merlin made tweaks and changes to suit modern life—of the eras, that was.

As for me? Well, I’d brought it into the twenty-first century. Yeah, we’d had electricity around the time of invention, and yes, it was upgraded to keep the interior from burning down when sparks decided to fritz. But my contribution was cable television and Wi-Fi. Only heathens wouldn’t lay the groundwork to have a gazillion miles worth of power lines and cables hooked up to their house for all to enjoy the godliness that was the internet.

Once again, I braked hard, making Phoenix and me both jerk against our seatbelts. “C’mon! Get out!”

I threw my own door open and rounded the vehicle to where Phoenix, sweaty and legs shaking, was propped against his side of the Jeep. “You…are the most…deplorable person…in existence,” he panted, looking green around the gills.

“Aww, Casper, I like you, too,” I said cheerily, feeling my own exhaustion catching up to me. I was just as sweaty and shaky as he was, but for completely different reasons.

Mervyn, expression that perfected level of I-have-no-qualms-ending-you—or bending me over his knee like he used to when I was a shithead child—stalked toward us. Nice to see some things never changed. “Master Owen,” he said in his pronounced Welsh accent, “where have you been? And what is the meaning of this—this chase?” Then he noticed my gory appearance. “My word, dear boy—what’s happened to you?”

“TL;DR,” I said. “But I need a little favor.”

There was that unamused expression I loved so much. “And whatever would that be?”

“Catch.” I tossed the keys to him. “Can you have this washed and shined for me? Teddy’s probably not gonna be happy I took it on a joyride. Oh—and make sure Aron doesn’t dent or scratch it. As fun as it would be to see the swordmaster schooled by an Elite Hunter and his overprotective beau…actually. No. That would make all my dreams come true.”

Mervyn heaved another sigh.

“YE SHITEBAG!” Aron bellowed from down the driveway, closing in on us rather quickly. “WHEN AY GET MA HANDS ON—”

With a smirk and a two-finger salute, Phoenix and I vanished into Chaos.

That’s our Owen — troublemaker to his very core. Soon… Soon you will see these new faces and more. So don’t forget to PRE-ORDER for the November 4, 2025 release!

Thank you for your continued support. More to come later.

As always, welcome to the Chaos.

With love 🖤,
Your Queen of Chaos

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