What can we expect from you in the future?:
I have another series starting in Spring/Summer of 2021 entitled: Pirates of the Withering Coast; this one is special to me, as I started it as a little girl and have been working on it for quite some time now . It begins with “The Siren’s Call.” And you can learn more about it on my website www.blueginghampublishing.com! Also, The Lost Prince will be continued, as it’s followed by a series of short stories “The Lost Prince Chronicles” and a sequel “The Imperiled Heir.” So I hope you love the characters enough to continue their adventures! I also have a few more works in store, a superhero novel and a fairy-tale-ish, retelling-ish novel lol, sounds crazy, but it will all come together in the end… I hope!
What did you edit out of this book?
There were a few different ways in which Tristan first meets the girl who later becomes the love interest of the story, in one, he attempts to rob her; it was taken out because I wanted his personality to be a little less aggressive, where he’d only be prompted to do something like that if he had it out for the person.
Wanna read part of it?:
Tristan ran into the alley and hid, smirking as the guards ran passed him. He chuckled, picking Nork up. He peeked out from the alley and watched as two girls made their way down the street; the gold band around one of their wrists caught his attention and his eyes sparkled. “Papa’s eating good tonight,” he snickered to Nork.
“Oh,” the girl gasped, turning to her friend. “I forget the flour for my cupcakes, Minah.”
“Of course, you did, Aliona,” Minah laughed. “I’ll go get it, don’t go too far,” she instructed.
“Thank you so much; I’m so sorry,” she frowned. Minah walked off and the other girl started back on her way.
Nork yipped and she looked up after hearing Tristan shush him. Tristan rolled his eyes. “Thanks a lot,” he grumbled before popping out in front of her.
“Ah!” she screamed, stumbling back.
Tristan snatched her by the arm before removing the band from her wrist. “Hold still,” he grunted.
“Let me go please!” she begged.
“In a sec,” he replied, taking the band off of her.
“Hey! That was my mother’s!” she screamed.
Tristan laughed as he ran off; he whistled for his dog and examined the golden jewelry in his hand with a bright smile. He looked up as Nork came trotting towards him and then looked over at the girl who was standing there crying. His face softened as he looked at her— he sighed, glancing down at Nork and then he started back towards her; she stood sniffling and Tristan extended his hand to her with the gold band in it…
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