Wicked Little Tricks

Book 1: Four Ways to Fate

by Sara C. Roethle

Genres: Urban Fantasy; Visionary & Metaphysical

Synopsis

Escape into a cozy “why choose” fantasy with slow burn steam, plenty of banter, delicious romantic tension, and magical hijinks.

Eva Nix, glorified messenger at your service.

Sure, the ability to cross boundaries into other realms is pretty neat, but when a devil tricks me into a contract, my celestial blood suddenly becomes the greatest prize in a dangerous game.

My first mission lies deep in the goblin realm, beyond the wild forests to the stone towers of the old ones in search of Mistral.

I expected him to be deadly and cunning.

I did not expect him to sit me by a cozy fire to offer a contract of his own, sealed with a kiss.

With angelics trying to kidnap me, and vampires snapping at my heels, I have no choice but to somehow fulfill both contracts. Suddenly I’m kissing goblins and cuddling up to a devil, just trying to stay afloat in their wicked game.

When the truth of the game finally comes to light, it rocks my entire world. Almost as much as realizing I have feelings for a goblin prince, and maybe some for his brooding vassal, Gabriel.

And as for Sebastian… Does it count as feelings when all I really want to do is rip his clothes off?

Let’s hope not. I like my soul right where it is. My heart, however, seems to be up for grabs. And for now, it is hopelessly divided.

If you love stories with:

• Slow burn romance built on trust and respect (with four guys)
• Complex heroes ranging from a valiant brooding protector to a morally gray devil
• Fun mysteries light on the violence
• Sexy goblins and elves
• A female lead looking for her found family
• Lots of coffee
• Cute little goblin companions, and
• Celestial magic

 

Then Wicked Little Tricks is the story for you.

P.S. If it wasn’t already clear, this series has multiple love interests. Four to be exact. Number four is a surprise and will be revealed in book two.

 

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Release date: June 24, 2024

Publisher: Vulture's Eye Publications

Print pages: 282

Sample

Chapter One

I kicked an empty can out of my path with the toe of my boot, trying to
drown out the sound of Braxton’s whining. For a six foot tall werewolf with
intimidating scars raking down his collarbone and one arm, he sure knew
how to complain.
He plunged his hands into his pockets as he ambled along beside me.
“C’mon, Eva. It’s so much cheaper in Emerald Heights.” 
“I’m not going there just to buy you wolfsbane. Next time I have a delivery,
I’ll see what I can do.” 
He looked over at me as a puff of steam from the nearest food cart clouded
around his face. “But you almost never have deliveries for the elves.” 
“Yes,” I said patiently. “It’s a good thing.” My mouth watered as we neared a
corndog stand. 
I stopped to look at the prices. I probably had time for a quick snack before
I had to pick up my next package.
Braxton leaned in near my shoulder, bringing his distinctive—but not
unpleasant—werewolf odor with him. “I’ll buy you a corndog if you get me
some wolfsbane.” 
“Get it at the market like everyone else.” I lifted a finger at the vendor, a
young man who looked like he would rather be anywhere else. 
“But it’s three times the price there!” 
I took my corndog, then gave the kid some cash, gesturing for him to keep
the change before I started walking. “Look, I’m not going to invade the
elves’ part of the city just to save you some cash on what equates to catnip
for wolves.” I took a bite of my corndog. 
He fell back into step at my side, raking his fingers through his curly brown
hair. “Oh, but you’ll go all the way to the Bogs for those coffee beans you
love.” 
I shrugged. “The goblins have the best coffee.” I took another bite as I
stopped near some outdoor seating to face him. “Besides, I can’t tonight, I
have a delivery at the Circus.” 
His thick brows lifted. “The Circus? Why would someone need a delivery
there?”
Why indeed. I was a night runner, one of the few people who could cross all
the magical boundaries in the city with ease. It wasn’t as special as it
sounded. I was basically a glorified messenger. When I’d gotten the offer to

make a delivery at the Circus, I hadn’t thought twice about it. But I was
starting to get worried. There were no boundaries around the Circus, so
why pay the extra cash for a night runner?
Braxton watched me expectantly. 
“It doesn’t matter,” I said finally. “It should be a quick job, and I need the
cash.”
“Or, you could fire one or two of the private investigators giving you a run
for your money.” 
I shook my head and kept walking, finishing my corndog before tossing the
stick into a nearby trash can. “You know I can’t do that.” 
I checked my watch. It was almost time for me to pick up the package I was
supposed to deliver. At least my mysterious employer hadn’t requested my
presence after dark. It meant they weren’t a vampire. But then again, there
were things far worse than vampires in the city. 
Braxton pouted. “Okay, no wolfsbane tonight. At least get me some cotton
candy at the Circus. Purple flavor.” 
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Purple isn’t a flavor.” 
He gave me a toothy grin. “Well it sure as shit doesn’t taste like grape.” 
Sighing, I checked my watch again. “I have to go.” 
But Braxton had gotten distracted by a pair of female angelics walking by,
white feathery wings on full display. 
Shaking my head, I started walking. The wings were impressive. Just like
Braxton’s size and air of wolfishness was impressive, making him an
excellent set of muscles for hire. 
Night runners didn’t have any exterior traits to distinguish us, despite our
celestial blood. My average size, light brown skin, and dark hair made it
easy for me to blend in most anywhere. Going to the Circus should be a
simple task. 
And at least it wasn’t the Bogs. I might be willing to risk the goblin realm for
good coffee, but last time the smell of goblin crap mixed with mud had
clung to my boots for a week. 
Worth it for coffee, but not so much for a delivery. 
Checking my watch again, I tugged my brown leather jacket straight, then
jogged off toward the Starfield Mall. It was a strange place for a package
pickup, but my life was full of strange. As long as I survived and got paid, I
was good to go. 

* * *

I spotted the lights of the mall well before I reached the structure. The first
of the vendors started outside in little huts with umbrellas, shaded from the
murky sun. They were mostly a mixture of humans with goblin blood, or
vice versa, selling cheap crap that wouldn’t pass muster in the more
expensive shops inside. 
I walked past them, ignoring their calls and heading straight for an outdoor
escalator that would bring me to the second story. That was where I was
supposed to pick up the package—next to the pretzel stand of all places. 
A man in an oversized coat stood too close to me the entire ride up, making
me tense. Or maybe it was just the constant tension I experienced since
leaving the agency. 
The money with the agency had been pretty good, but I made three times
as much going solo. The only thing was, I’d given up the agency’s client
screening process, as well as the layer of protection they offered. If
someone harmed a messenger, the agency could and would retaliate. 
The arduous ride ended, and I hopped off the escalator and strode into the
mall. My heavy boots made annoying squeaking sounds on the smooth
tiles, but I was probably the only one who noticed over the din of
conversation.
The place was packed. It always was on Saturdays. Normally I would never
brave the crowds, but I hadn’t chosen the time, nor the location. 
I found the pretzel stand, then looked around for someone waiting with a
package. They shouldn’t be difficult to spot with most of the shoppers
scurrying about like their lives depended on a new pair of boots. 
I hadn’t gotten a new pair of boots in quite some time, but that was neither
here nor there. 
A tall woman who probably had some troll heritage—judging by how many
shopping bags she was able to carry at once—moved out of the way to
reveal an even taller man in a stone gray suit. He wore a matching gray
hat, the brim pulled low enough that with his sunglasses, I could barely see
his face. 
It was hard to tell with the shades, but I thought he might be looking at me,
and in his hands was a small parcel wrapped in brown paper. 
I approached, sensing a strange aura about him as I neared. 
That’s the thing about night runners—we don’t have much magic of our
own, but we can sure sense it. Another bonus of having one foot in other
realms. 
I realized why he felt so strange once I was close enough to observe his
shadowed face. His skin was gray, and looked like it was made of stone.

His tucked-in wings made the back of his coat bulge strangely. What in the
five hells was a gargoyle doing in Starfield Mall? Usually they kept to the
Silver Quarter with the Angelics. You wouldn’t know it from looking at them,
but the two races had similar origins.  
Feigning bravery, I stood squarely in front of him. “Eva Nix, at your
service.” 
The grim line of his mouth didn’t shift in the slightest. He simply extended
the package my way. 
I gripped it reluctantly, wondering why the gargoyle couldn’t just deliver the
package to the Circus himself. 
I had to give a light tug to break the package free from his grip, then nearly
dropped it. It was heavier than I had expected. 
I waited for him to say something, but looking into the dark lenses of his
glasses was like staring at a blank screen. 
“Alright, then.” I stepped back. “I guess I’ll be going.” 
Still, no movement. 
Weirdo. 
Keeping an eye on him as I retreated, I shoved the package into my
messenger bag, then made my way back toward the exit.
The parcel weighed on me the entire way. Maybe I should have been more
suspicious about a delivery to the Circus, where there were no magical
boundaries to cross. Night runners didn’t come cheap, especially when a
gargoyle—or even a merc like Braxton—could get the job done. 
My thoughts were washed away by the patter of rain as I reached the
outdoor platform. 
Great. Exactly what I needed. At least my messenger bag was waterproof.
Wouldn’t do to go ruining the mysterious package before I could see
whoever was waiting for it. 
Pulling up the hood of my sweatshirt from beneath my jacket, I went back
down the escalator, then started running. I would need to be quick to make
the delivery on time and get back out of the Circus before midnight.
That was when the truly dangerous creatures came out to play. ...