Erin R. Flynn
My name is Tamsin Vale and I’m the last known fairy, fighting to find out what happened to all fairies and our world.
But I’m running out of hope, and it has a lot to do with the four pieces of my soul I no longer have with me. Going through one breakup is terrible, but four in rapid succession is… More than one person can handle.
I spent all summer fighting for fair folk, and fighting the councils, and fighting for the supes who need it, instead of taking a break. And I’m tired, mostly because I have so much trouble sleeping, missing the men I loved and didn’t want to admit I cared for.
Still, I can’t quit, so I keep pushing on. That’s what it means to be an adult and have responsibilities. I’m not alone, and I have help pushing me to keep going, teaching me what I need, so we can win the fights we need to.
I can… I really don’t think I can do this.
Artemis University is an ongoing hot burning reverse harem, university-age paranormal academy series with darker elements, strong language, violence, and a heroine who follows her own moral compass of what is right… And who she ends up giving her heart to.
After the debacle that Tamsin’s end of year party became, she’s looking forward to going to the villa in Spain. Originally it was going to be with Craftsman and Darby but she’s still not on a path to forgive them. Hudson and Lucca are also still in the doghouse as well. Her heart is aching but she needs to separate from them to think things through. There’s been so much between all of them and some things she’s finding she can’t forgive.
Professor White is going to chaperone in Spain, while working with Tamsin on how to release her energy and the energy of the crystals into Faerie without hurting herself and her magic. She will also be helping Tamsin with her high school courses and on the things she can test out of at Artemis.
Then there’s the summer soiree she has planned for the donors to the new scholarship fund, this would be the last event before Spain. Unfortunately the people attending are idiots and greedy as well. Many came with crystals expecting them to be charged by her, not just a couple, but millions. So instead of attending she would be leaving after making an announcement.
This is just one of my favorite scenes.
Mel must have radioed someone because the music was cut, and slowly people quieted down. They glanced around to see what was going on, and I bit back a smirk.
This was going to be fun.
“I’d like to thank everyone who donated to the new scholarship fund I started,” I said loudly, pausing to give people a chance to find me. I smiled out at them. “While I hope you all enjoy the party I painstakingly planned to celebrate the success, it seems I won’t be able to join you for it. Security has informed me that people have brought millions of crystals in the hopes I’d raise them to high-tier crystals for them.
“So much for those charitable donations expecting nothing in return, huh? For those of you who truly gave to be kind and generous, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Those of you who gave the minimum to get into the party in the hopes of crystals—thanks for ruining the fun for me and others, as this was supposed to be a drama free night. I hope everyone enjoys the party and gets home safely.”
“You cannot be serious,” someone shouted. “We were promised you would attend.”
I raised an eyebrow and smirked down at the woman who wore hundreds of crystals on her dress, like I had months ago.
“I don’t remember the invitation saying that, only that I would host the party. Isn’t that your argument why we couldn’t confiscate your crystals? We didn’t specify them on the invitation, and they were fair game then? Yes, well, you played your hand, and poorly. I’m still hosting the event, but I won’t be attending it for all of you to try and use me as a power source, see if you can get me to collapse, or kill me.”
Several people objected or exclaimed that wasn’t fair or proper of me when it was my event. Yeah, well, they could go fuck themselves. I wasn’t risking myself either. I doubted my mood would allow me to tier up any crystals currently, but I wasn’t going to risk it either, and I preferred getting to tell them all to go fuck themselves for sure.
I turned to head back inside, giving a little wave over my shoulder and not bothering to close the door behind me. Mel was simply shaking her head as Ellen and Avril stood there with their mouths agape.
“You forget she didn’t really want to attend this thing in the first place,” Mrs. Rothchild said from further down the hallway. “As security, you made the right call. Logistically, you might have a nightmare on your hands.”
I shrugged, seeing Mr. Rothchild behind her, letting me know the Vogels were already there then. “I’m not a leader. This is a scholarship fund extra thank you party, not a state dinner. They overplayed their bullshit hand to start more shit with me, and more than they understand.”
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow at that. I nodded, taking Mel’s radio off her hip. “Zack, you get a list of who came with crystals?”
“Of course I did. Professor White is here at the front for that sole purpose. While she checks invites, and verifies who people are, and that they’re not using have glamour, we’re doing the security procedures we discussed. But yeah, I got the list, why?”
“Give it to Liluth and Esta after everyone is checked in. That many crystals could have left me fucking brain dead, and it was seriously rude. We don’t allow rude people to shop at our bakery. They get a three-month ban if they apologize. Liluth and the co-op can do as they wish, but I would bet they’ll do the same.”
“Yes, yes, they will,” he agreed, sounding amused even over the radio. “I’ll make sure they get it.”
“Thank you,” I sang, handing Mel back her radio. “Let’s make sure everyone not on that list gets something extra. A basket of fae fruit? Maybe with a feedback card that only they get, as we know how elites love to give their opinions and feel they get a vote on everything.”
Mel held up her hands in surrender when her parents both looked at her accusingly. “She came like this when I met her. Don’t blame this evil genius part on me. I simply taught her to fight back and how to get bad guys.”
I snorted. “Yeah, simply that.” I snapped my fingers and asked them to hold on as I remembered something. I hurried back into the room I had used to get ready and grabbed one of the two file folders I’d been working on in secret. Then I went back to the others and handed it over to Mr. Rothchild. “My present to your clan.”
“For what?” he asked with a frown, glancing from the folder to my eyes.
I smiled, handing it to Mrs. Rothchild instead, who opened the folder. “You swore your clan to be my sword should I need it. I don’t know if I am really of a noble bloodline, but I read before there are certain traditions of my people we keep to if a clan should ever do that. I went back and checked them, and that’s my gift for the honor you have bestowed upon me. I have one for the Silva clan as well.”
Mrs. Rothchild gasped as she read it over. “She bought us a massive ranch with vast lands and paid for the construction of several separate houses for all the cousins and family to stay at when they’re off.”
“Or retired,” I added. “You now have clan land for those retired from service who can still provide support or do whatever, but can also raise your kids away from the dangers of the Vogels if you want—whatever you want. It’s still in their territory, of course, but it’s large enough to hide a lot, and with a good sized forest.”
“Why would you do this?” Mr. Rothchild asked as he looked over his mate’s shoulder.
“It’s who she is, Father,” Mel said easily.
“And it’s what my people do,” I added. “It was in several journals that it was how some packs and groups were started and how their lands were granted to them. I know that doesn’t apply here, but it never hurts to have a vacation house or even an off-the-books place to hide the Vogels, should it ever be needed. That place is buried under several layers of protection and once the work is done, I’ll put up what’s needed.”
“What’s needed?” Mrs. Rothchild whispered, but then her eyes went bug wide. “You can do that?”
“Not over that much land,” I clarified. “But yes, enough to keep the residences safe should you need to lock the area down. I’ll go over it all and how to activate it.” I grunted as she hugged me tightly. “Okay, not a dragon, don’t crush me.”
She chuckled and kissed my temple, but eased up on me. “Thank you, Tamsin.”
Flynn, Erin R. Compounding Traumas (Artemis University Book 6). Kindle Locations (292-336). Supernatural Script, Inc. Kindle Edition.
Seeing Craftsman hurts more than anything and leads to the discovery of yet something else she didn’t know when she runs off for a few minutes. She also spent sometime in Faerie with the fae dogs before heading back to Spain.
Tamsin also had a meeting with the heads of other schools besides Artemis. They needed to put some things in place to follow what human university do. That was an interesting meeting as well.
Returning to school has all the guys wanting to reconcile with her, but she’s having none of it. However, Lucca is the first to break down her walls and get her to listen to him. Then Mel explains somethings about Darby and she listens to him as well, but she takes that a bit further by bringing him to Faerie to have the conversation. They all now have magic tattoos to prevent any of her secrets from being exposed should they be dragged off to a council. The biggest threats still are the Vampire and Warlock/Witch councils. They keep upping their game and cheating as usual.
New Instructors in this book add some twists and more things with Craftsman that were both intriguing and terrifying.
Again much happens in this book including the continuing rescue of Hobgoblins from undesirable working conditions.
Conniving, Plotting, Overcoming and Romance are key things in this book. It’s also filled with laughter, tears and sizzling heat.
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Erin is a born Chicagoan who decided to state hop a bit, given she works from home. She currently resides in Georgia with her pup, Lord Vader Flynn. With an eclectic and addictive personality, there isn’t much that doesn’t interest her or she won’t pour herself into if it catches her fancy. She has always been interested in the darker aspects of life and mythologies—especially vampires, shifters, the occult, and anything paranormal.
To date, she has published more paranormal books than she can keep up with the characters for, in different genres with dedicated readers who await each release to her numerous series under any of the three Flynn names she writes.