Goblin Feat Series by Jeanette Lynn

It’s all Hallow’s Eve, Trickster’s Night.The veil is at its thinnest.It’s the one night a year when beings of other planes can enter the mortal humans’ realm.Ru doesn’t think much of it when she’s tasked yet again with watching over her older brother. It’s silly, really, and pointless in Ru Ella Grymbick’s opinion. Not only is she not a practicing witch, but she thought this whole Trickster’s Night thing its own kind of created fairytale of warning/conspiracy to keep children from acting up... moreIt’s all Hallow’s Eve, Trickster’s Night.The veil is at its thinnest.It’s the one night a year when beings of other planes can enter the mortal humans’ realm.Ru doesn’t think much of it when she’s tasked yet again with watching over her older brother. It’s silly, really, and pointless in Ru Ella Grymbick’s opinion. Not only is she not a practicing witch, but she thought this whole Trickster’s Night thing its own kind of created fairytale of warning/conspiracy to keep children from acting up. She’d long ago left her childhood behind her. Gammy Grym’s tales no longer held that kind of sway over her.Gams claimed it was true, all of it—demons, trolls, ogres, banshees, goblins, any and all banished beasties come to return to the world they’d tried to rule and the puny humans that inhabited it, if only for one night. Ru wasn’t buying it. She’d yet to encounter a one. Witches and Warlocks notwithstanding, creatures roaming this world for one night to play tricks on hapless humans, she was supposed to buy that? Pfft. Pull my other leg, why don’t ya, she thought of all of that.Ru Ella had the genes for casting, the magic was inside of her, but she severely lacked the skills required to conjure, ward, or any of the other things expected of a Grymbick witch of her family’s prestigious line. That was exactly why she’d given up trying to find her spark. She just didn’t have one! The poor woman could barely make a puff of smoke, forget casting protections spells.If Gammy Grym meant to send her only granddaughter to protect her older non-magically gifted sibling, Ru certainly hoped for her bothersome sibling’s sake the tales told were just that—fanciful fallacy.Seeing as Brock lived in the equivalent of a frat house of forty plus year old tragically single men desperate to relive their glory days, Ru was about as eager to spend Halloween babysitting her brother and his bro-dudes as she was hopping into a dentist’s chair for a root canal. She expected things would go as they always did, ending up the glorified candy handler, tasked with passing out candy so the guys’ place didn’t get egged, parked on their porch steps with a tempting tub of candy in her lap, keeping an eye on things while her brother and his “friends” heckled her to death. It was going to be a glorious eve—insert snark here.Trickster's Night is exactly that. All hell was just waiting to break loose. Toss in a tragically awkward misunderstanding with an oddly determined goblin, and you have the makings for some madcap interdimensional mischief.When Ru finds herself thrust into Kobold, as goblins were known, territory, what’s a human, crackpot witch gotta do to get the hello home?It’s hell in a handbasket, with a goblin’s feat tossed in, quirky romantic comedy with a paranormal fantasy twist! less

Whispers of change are on the wind.The mother tree is looking fuller than ever, her branches heavy with seedling leaves and fresh blossoms ready for the wind to take them.The carnivorous plants are in bloom. The first sapling looms.But for the new additions to their burrow, a sassy witch and her plump tabby, it would appear as if their burrow remained unchanged. Yet all felt nothing was, nor would it ever be, the same.It hovers, lingering, electric. You can feel it... moreWhispers of change are on the wind.The mother tree is looking fuller than ever, her branches heavy with seedling leaves and fresh blossoms ready for the wind to take them.The carnivorous plants are in bloom. The first sapling looms.But for the new additions to their burrow, a sassy witch and her plump tabby, it would appear as if their burrow remained unchanged. Yet all felt nothing was, nor would it ever be, the same.It hovers, lingering, electric. You can feel it.Puhkke still tends the hearth, if now with his bride by his side, eager and happy to lend a hand. Warthaug engages in the hunt, if his trips seem to grow shorter and shorter with each trek. Speht does... whatever it is Ru hasn't quite figured out yet exactly it is the perpetually scowling, grumbling Kobold does. Aside from barking at them for some odd offense or another, real or imagined, and stomp around.Warthaug doesn't do change, but being left alone for years to watch over the hearth has warped his perspective. Of all the recent changes upon their burrow, Ru unnerves him the most. The little mouthy witch doesn't shy away from his cursed hide. The look in her soft brown eyes, it's as if she sees him, sees beyond the curse. Why should she care for him, an ugly, cursed Hob, an abomination? She must be doffin' and dogly, crazy. It would explain why she's so taken with Puhkke, his odd burrow brother.The Hob of a Goblin has never wished for softness, kindness, for someone to look at him the way Ella, as he thinks of her, does his burrowkin. He couldn't say he'd ever cared if anyone understands him, sees his heart. Until Ru... The hunter of their hearth finds himself coveting a certain curvy witch with a wicked sense of humor.When an odd run-in finds Ru cursed and scrambling for a cure, sending the hearth into an uproar, Thaug is faced with acknowledging the truths right in front of his wart covered face he's been denying all along.Puhkke's suggestion to cure his mate is the last thing Ru could have imagined. Could it work? Is she willing to try it? Sometimes, she'd swear he can't stand her, the way he practically jumps at the chance to be away from her.Worse than sweet ice cream balls threatening to freeze your brain or a bathroom covered in body lotion, Ru is in over her head with this cursed business. The Hob with the secret might just be her only hope. The question is, is Thaug willing to risk what he's painstakingly worked so hard to keep hidden, buried within his burrow? less