Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen, I am Sonny the Scoundrel and a certain someone has asked
me to tell you something about myself, something to amuse and entertain you,
that demonstrates what kind of person I am.
It has been suggested that I write up a list of favourite activities,
activities that give me pleasure.
I am widely admired
for many things, beyond my strikingly handsome face and entertaining wit and
presence. People oft ask me how I amuse
myself, how I wile away the hours. People
want to know what I do to keep my brilliant mind functioning so well. So, without further ado, here is a list of
some of my more entertaining and fulfilling activities (in no particular
order):
- convince Rutibur the oaf that if he walks around all day with a
large bullfrog down the front of his breeches, then girls will take an interest
in him,
- lick the toads found in all nearby ponds to see if licking any
of them might give one a feeling of euphoria (and not just a sticky,
nasty-tasting tongue),
- gather fresh spring tadpoles, with or without legs, and slip
them live into the cold, weak tea that Mrs. Ulver serves her boardinghouse
guests to save money,
- swap out Grandpap's pipe bark with some stinkleaf of mine, to
see if he is more tolerable to live with after he smokes some stinkleaf, and
maybe whether he could gain a sense of humour,
- nick some love elixir from Grandpap's secret store of magical
supplies and put it in a young maiden's drink so I can get lucky without having
to expend much effort,
- wager a drunken man in Cappersham's tavern that he cannot
balance an empty stein on his forehead, then cut his purse as he tries,
- dust Grandpap's pipe bark with some of his magical flashing
powder, then hide nearby to watch his eyebrows singe off, a fitting punishment
for his lack of good humour,
- train a crow or raven to dive on and harass Mrs. Ulver whenever
she appears outside her boardinghouse, since I have not been able to train a
bird to shat on command,
- go to Roland the midget carpenter's shop and put all his tools
up out of his reach,
- leave anonymous notes in Mayor Kraachbein's office hinting that
the identity of his secret love child is about to be revealed to the entire
village,
- figure out some way to use cats as weapons (and invent some way
to do so without getting clawed to tatters),
- find a way to secretly add swelling stone power to Grandpap's
drink to see if the powder can truly make one pass a painful stone, (will
require exceptional trickiness, as it is hard to trick a wizard with a magical
powder),
- stench-bag Grandpap with the hog vapours he forces me to gather
for being a troublemaker, the next time he makes me do that particular odious
chore, and with any luck Grandpap will be smoking his pipe and the hog vapours
will ignite with a bang (problem to be solved in advance – how to run like hell
while laughing uncontrollably?),
- build a pit trap outside our door in preparation for the next
visit from that annoying door-to-dwarf salesman, fortunately I will not need to
dig a pit deeper than three or four feet,
- find large pieces of wet moss to stuff into Big Ulf's forge to
smoke him out of his blacksmith's shop
- experiment on Grandpap's friend Abnelius when he is suitably
besoto see if he can tell strong drink from green pondwater tted (and have a
story ready to blame it on someone else, as Abnelius has a short temper, even
for a wizard),
UNHOLY
MATRIMONY
By Sonny Zae
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: May
19, 2014
Genre: Fantasy Romance (with
Erotic Theme)
Sonny is so handsome, he doesn’t need magic to get what he wants, except
when he gets into trouble. And, he’ll do anything for love or money, except
work. So, the thought of marriage represents the worst of all possible worlds,
a danger he avoids at all costs.
His plans for getting rich the easy way—by stealing—go awry when he
meets Ariella. She is not only lovely to look at, but just may be as slippery
and greedy as he. Better still, she becomes highly stimulated at the prospect
of helping him hijack a treasure.
But, in addition to helping him steal “goald”, the cunning Ariella might
just steal his scoundrel heart.
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Excerpt:
"Tell me where you hid the amulet." Her
lips touched my ear lobe and I almost lost control of my spleen. "Confess
your theft, and I will reward you, will complete the passionate interlude left
unconsummated last night."
"For you, my dear, I would confess anything."
"Go on, do tell."
"I confess my desire for you, my passion
is aroused by your touch."
"That is not what I want to hear. Confess
you took the amulet, and tell where you hid it."
"I will." My
heartbeats pounded in my ears. "But first, caress my trouser weasel,
stroke it as you were doing last night."
"Oh, no," she cooed into my ear. "You
tell me where the chicken foot is, and then
you will be rewarded."
I smiled to myself, despite my predicament. Such
moments in life were few and far between, moments when fools thought they had
the better of me, then discovered they needed to curry my favour, instead of
the other way around. "My dear, I will confess nothing. Abler men than
you—well, men, at least—have tried to break my spirit, and all have
failed."
"Where is the chicken foot?" she
hissed, grasping my ear and twisting it. The pain was sharp and delicious.
"I do not know!" Strangely, it was
true.
"Liar! Tell me, or I shall kick
you."
"Kick me if you must, but I refuse to
tell you." I fervently hoped she would carry through her threat. "What
will you do with the wedding gifts? I shall tell the people of your village it
was all your idea."
"Oh, my! Dear me!" Ariella
responded, mock fear dripping from her lovely lips. "Do you think they
will believe you, a stranger, over a beautiful and innocent young girl?" She
punctuated the question by kicking me in the gut.
"That did not hurt," I lied. "Throw
your whole body into it. Do you have a pair of pointy shoes? Kicking me with
pointy shoes might at least discomfit me…while you are kicking, at least. The
pain fades almost immediately and you shall never get the truth out of me at
this rate."
About the Author:
Sonny Zae lives in a small
town on the edge of reality. His only remarkable characteristic is
imagination. He ignored his grade school teacher's repeated admonitions
to stop daydreaming and get to work.
Sonny's book WIZARD SEEKING
TROPHY BRIDE, is also available on Kindle. It is a story about the
exceptional difficulties involved in finding love and happiness for an elderly
and strange wizard, not to mention the difficulties of dealing with an elderly
relative—an elderly relative who is also a wizard.
Giveaway:
To celebrate the release, we’re giving away an
eCOPY of UNHOLY MATRIMONY, as well as a $10 Amazon Gift Card.
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1 comment:
Thanks so much for supporting Sonny Zae and Unholy Matrimony
Rebecca Hart
Roane Publishing
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