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Author<\/h2>\nDeborah Jay<\/p>\n
Deborah Jay writes fantasy and urban fantasy featuring complex, quirky characters and multi-layered plots \u2013 just what she likes to read.<\/p>\n
Living mostly on the UK South coast, she has already invested in her ultimate retirement plan \u2013 a farmhouse in the majestic, mystery-filled Scottish Highlands where she retreats to write when she can find the time. Her taste for the good things in life is kept in check by the expense of keeping too many horses, and her complete inability to cook.<\/p>\n
She has a dream of a day job riding, training and judging competition dressage horses and riders, and also writes books and magazine features on the subject under her professional name of Debby Lush.<\/p>\n
A lifelong fan of science fiction and fantasy, she started writing her first novel aged eight, and has never stopped. Her debut novel, epic fantasy THE PRINCE\u2019S MAN, first in a trilogy and winner of a UK Arts Board award, is available from most ebook retailers, and her Urban Fantasy (first in a projected 5 book series), DESPRITE MEASURES, a tale of a Scottish water sprite trying to live as a human, is currently available on Amazon.<\/p>\n
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Award winning novel, THE PRINCE\u2019S MAN, has been described as \u2018James Bond meets Lord of the Rings\u2019 – a sweeping tale of spies and deadly politics, inter-species mistrust and magic phobia, with an underlying thread of romance.<\/p>\n
Rustam Chalice, hedonist, dance tutor, gigolo and spy, loves his life just the way it is, so when the kingdom he serves is threatened from within, he leaps into action. Only trouble is, the spy master, Prince Hal, teams him up with an untouchable aristocratic assassin who despises him.<\/p>\n
And to make matters worse, she\u2019s the most beautiful woman in the Five Kingdoms.<\/p>\n
To track the would-be usurper, Rustam and Lady Risada join the prince\u2019s daughter as part of her party on the social circuit, travelling to the fests thrown by each of the great houses. In the secret dungeons beneath the Fourth Family\u2019s mansion they make a shocking discovery: an elf, a member of a species believed long vanished from the kingdom in the wake of a devastating war between the races.<\/p>\n
Too late, the spies discover they are behind enemy lines. Their only viable escape route is to cross the mountains to another kingdom, and they are forced to leave the princess behind, hoping that her position will offer her some protection, even if only as a hostage. Taking the sickly elf with them as a political pawn, the mismatched pair struggles to keep him alive while surviving deadly wildlife, the machinations of a spiteful god – and each other.<\/p>\n
But when the elf reveals that Rustam has magic of his own, he is forced to question his identity, his sanity and worst, his loyalty to his prince, for in Tyr-en all magic users are put to death. He must also keep the knowledge from Lady Risada, who is set on upholding the kingdom\u2019s laws at any cost, at the same time as trying to learn enough about his burgeoning abilities to keep everyone around him safe.<\/p>\n
As secrets pile up and old enemies must be courted for aid, the kingdom\u2019s only hope comes finally to rest on a return journey through the beautiful, unsettling and hostile elven kingdom, where Rustam will come face to face with his goddess and make the most important choice of his life: stay, and settle down with those he now knows to be kin, or embrace his magic, return to save his prince\u2019s kingdom \u2013 and die.<\/p>\n
Book excerpt<\/p>\n
Wending his way between the high backed chairs and ornate tables that cluttered the main floor space of the study, Rustam trod as lightly as he could with his injured leg, balancing on the balls of his feet, prepared to dive for cover at the slightest hint of trouble. He held the walking cane poised in his left hand like a javelin ready to throw, the dagger nestling coldly in his other palm. His eyes roved the room for signs of a third person. If that was Halnashead behind the desk, then Dart could be anywhere. And if it wasn\u2019t\u2026<\/p>\n
With a rustle of ivory silk, the figure behind the desk sat down, bringing her face clearly into the candlelight. Rustam stopped in confusion, hastily lowered the cane to a more conventional position and made a small bow. \u201cYour pardon, my Lady. The prince asked me to meet him here\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Rustam\u2019s voice trailed off as the Lady Risada Delgano vas Domn laughed; a resigned, self-mocking sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy Lady?\u201d<\/p>\n
Risada shook her head. \u201cAh, Chalice. I suppose it had to be you, with your pretty face and your courtly manners.\u201d<\/p>\n
The study door opened, and Rustam spun around. Silhouetted against the light from the corridor was Halnashead\u2019s bulky figure. The prince shut the door and strode across the room. \u201cSplendid,\u201d he said, rubbing his hands together. \u201cI see you two have met at long last.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d blurted Rustam, his famed manners deserting him. \u201cYou mean\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
Lady Risada vacated the prince\u2019s chair, and moved around the desk, preceded by her exotic perfume. Rustam\u2019s breathing became rapid, though whether in response to the heavy scent or the lady\u2019s proximity, he wasn\u2019t sure. Halnashead sat down and beamed at them.<\/p>\n
\u201cDart, meet Charmer. Charmer, meet Dart.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rustam looked pleadingly at Halnashead. \u201cYou\u2019re joking, surely? You must be. She can\u2019t be Dart; she\u2019s\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d cut in Lady Risada. \u201cA woman?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo! Well, yes. I suppose so.\u201d Rustam shifted uncomfortably, his mind reeling as it tried to adjust to the concept of a noblewoman as a player. Female servants on occasion, yes. But a lady?<\/p>\n
He glanced aside at the lady in question. She stared coldly back.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease, please!\u201d Halnashead drew their attention. \u201cI want you two to get on with each other. Does it surprise you so much, Rusty?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRusty?\u201d echoed Lady Risada derisively.<\/p>\n
Taken aback by the lady\u2019s obvious animosity, Rustam considered the prince\u2019s question. \u201cI suppose it shouldn\u2019t. With her court position, the lady has access to all levels of nobility. Certainly a great asset to your Highness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd don\u2019t you forget it, dancer boy,\u201d muttered Risada.<\/p>\n
Halnashead frowned. \u201cBe nice, Risada. Rustam is my most skilled agent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost skilled womaniser, you mean!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRisada, enough.\u201d Halnashead did not raise his voice, but his displeasure was clear. The corners of Rustam\u2019s mouth quirked up, but he quickly dropped the smirk when the prince scowled at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will get on with each other. This is a serious matter and you are both professionals; I expect you to behave as such. Now sit down. This could be a long meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
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