Title: The Hunt for Snow
Author: S.E. Babin
Series: Fairytale League Book 1
Release Date: October 20, 2014
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Pages: 174
Summary
Fairytales with a twist! Snow has
successfully avoided her past for years … until now. With an evil queen bent on her destruction and a
hunter bent on her seduction, she has no choice but to run. Who will find her
first? S.E. Babin presents The Hunt for Snow, Book 1 of her exciting,
new fantasy series, Fairytale League.
Every ten years a convention is held
in a neutral location where people from all the realms come together and
reunite. This is no ordinary conference, though, because everyone who shows up
holds a place of honor in the legends of old. But there’s
one person who doesn’t care that Earth is neutral territory. The Evil Queen,
Naomi, is out to settle a score, and she’s brought along one of her most
talented henchman to teach the one who got away a harsh lesson.
Snow’s
past is shrouded in mystery. Mild cryptozoologist by day, private investigator
by night, Snow is dead set on one thing — staying far away from the Huntsman who haunts her dreams.
When she shows up to the conference with her two best friends in tow, things
start going awry right away. Mere minutes after arriving, they find themselves
thrust back into the world they’ve tried so hard to avoid. Now, along
with the help of her friends, Snow is struggling to stay one step ahead of the
queen who wants to destroy her — and the Huntsman who wants to possess her at all costs.
The hunt for Snow is on. But who will
find her first?
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Excerpt
I was making
noise like a drunken elephant. I cringed as my boots squicked through the mud
and other unmentionables, but I didn’t slow my pace any. Thunderous footsteps echoed behind me as Max taunted
me.
“Snow White, I’m going to geeet
yooouuuu. Come here, you sexy little thing.”
I let out a crack
of laughter and shot him the finger. But I kept running. Once I reached the
entrance, I shimmied up the rocks, but a vise-like grip grabbed my ankle and
pulled me down. We crashed into the sewer, me on top of Max and both of us
cursing up a blue streak.
“Max! Gross!” I
struggled to get out his grip without having to stab him. I was going to have
to take a decon bath and get a tetanus shot after all this was done.
He laughed
maniacally, but didn’t let his grip
up. “Keep the wiggling up, lass, and I’ll take you in
this sewer.”
“Ugh.” As much as
I wanted him, I didn’t think sewer
monkey love would ever be worth it.
I stopped
wriggling, and stared at him, those beautiful green eyes looking back at me
deep with emotions. I gave him a brilliant smile, straightened my neck, and
head-butted him in the nose with my forehead as hard as I could.
His shout of pain
made me feel a tad guilty for being such a dirty fighter, literally, but I’d given him what
he wanted in order to keep him safe—a giant black eye that he could take back
to Naomi. His grip relinquished as he continued to groan, and I scrambled off
him and out of the dungeon. As I stood above the entrance looking down, Max had
one hand over his bloody nose, his eyes swelling and tearing up with both
amusement and pain. He shook his head at me as a blood-filled smile quirked his
lips.
“Crazy bitch,” he
murmured.
I gave him a wave
and left him lying there. His pained laughter followed me out.
Author Bio
S.E. Babin has a passion for writing
books with a paranormal twist. Whether it's romance or mystery, she loves
taking the norm and turning it into the extraordinary. Her love of reading
turned into a curious exploration to see whether or not she could write her own
novel. Beginning with random, terrible poetry and a slightly popular
reimagining of Beowulf's Grendel in her high school English class, Sheryl spent
way too much time in the library, killing any chance of her becoming a
cheerleader or anything even remotely cool. Find her on Facebook at
https://www.facebook.com/SEBabin or over on Twitter @hungrybiblio. She loves to
hear from readers!
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Guest Post
Please welcome S.E. Babin to Diane’s Book Blog.
Adding
Personal Fandom Interests to Fiction
First off, I want to say thanks so much for hosting
me today!
In every single one of my books, I always include a
true story and a reference to one of my beloved fandoms. The fandom references
are easy to spot (provided said reader is a fangirl just like I am), but the
true stories are not. I’m not even sure I’d own up to some of them if someone
managed to figure it out.
In my newest work, The Hunt for Snow, the characters
are big Doctor Who fans. In fact, I took it upon myself to land their hotel
back in the Enchanted Forest thanks to the meddling of the evil queen, Naomi.
The inspiration for this was the episode Smith and Jones, where the hospital is
transported to the moon and Martha (Freema Agyeman) is introduced as the 10th
Doctor’s new Companion.
What makes the exchange so funny is the main
character, Snow, has no clue what anyone is talking about when her friends start
discussing the similarities between what Naomi has done and how the 10th
Doctor saves the day after the hotel lands in space. Apparently Maleficent has
managed to stream cable into the Enchanted Forest, much to the consternation of
Snow, who prefers guns and knives to the BBC. Poor Snow…she has no idea what
she’s missing.
However, Snow is a huge fan of How I Met Your Mother
and once she starts getting knocked around a bit, compares her situation to
that of Barney’s when he gets himself entangled in the Slap Bet. If you don’t
know what I’m talking about, those episodes are some of the funniest on
television today. Neil Patrick Harris is a genius.
For me, it’s easy to sprinkle references to my favorite
things in my books because each character has some aspect of my personality.
This makes me sound a bit schizophrenic, but I prefer to think of it as
multifaceted!
So tell me, readers, are you part of a fandom? Who
or what makes your heart sigh? The Winchesters? Castiel as he struggles (and
sometimes fails in hilarious ways) to understand humanity? The 10th
or 11th Doctor? The pining of Ted Mosby as he searches fruitlessly
for his true love on the jaded streets of New York? Or the bad guys? Hey, it’s
cool to admire the naughty ones and, honestly, I might question your loyalty if
you don’t admit to Crowley being kind of hot in an evil, deliciously devilish
way!
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