Enchanted Caves is a collection of ten short fantasy stories suitable for YA and adult readers featuring caves that is raising funds for Bat Conservation International.
Bats require very specific habitats to thrive and this charity works to improve cave ecology the world over to keep bats safe and happy.
The stories in this collection are:
Empire of Monsters by Vanessa Thurgood, an epic fantasy escape.
To Steal a Destiny by Elena Shelest, a historical fantasy gender swapped Aladdin retelling
To Wake a Storm by Sky Sommers, a quirky contemporary Snow White/Sleeping Beauty mashup
Amira’s Quest by Ashley Anne Steffenson, an uplifting anthropomorphic fantasy adventure
Lament of Salt and Sea by Susan Stradiotto. It’s perfectly gothic.
No Honor Among Thieves by Meadoe Hora, an Amazonian pirate adventure
Echoes of the Depths by Rashmi P Menon, a Himalayan chosen one story
The Secret Life of an Unknown Pharaoh by Donna White, which is a contemporary fast-paced action adventure story
Iolani and the Cave of Many Paths by Haley Whitley, a Pacific Island set story about a young girl who discovers the multiverse
Worn Shoes by Astrid V.J., which is a Historical fantasy retelling of the Twelve Dancing Princesses
There is a little something for everyone in this wonderful collection, and so many amazing authors to discover here.
Jane Austen’s timeless love stories take on a supernatural twist in Sense, Sensibility and Shifters, a captivating anthology of paranormal romance.
Sense, Sensibility and Shifters:
A Paranormal Jane Austen Retellings Collection
Romance Café Collection Book 46
Genre: Paranormal Romance Anthology
with stories by
L Mad Hildebrandt, Bianca White, Roslyn St. Clair,
Ann C. Orlandi, Angela Kady, Gabbi Grey, AK Nevermore
Jane Austen’s timeless love stories take on a supernatural twist in Sense, Sensibility and Shifters, a captivating anthology of paranormal romance.
Step into a world where Darcy’s pride hides a dark secret, and Elizabeth’s prejudice may cost her more than her heart. Each story in this anthology brings an iconic Austen romance to life in a thrilling new way.
From the mysterious moors of Northanger Abbey to the haunted halls of Pemberley, Sense & Sensibility and Shifters invites you to experience classic love stories with an otherworldly edge.
Perfect for readers who adore the elegance of Austen and the allure of the paranormal, this anthology will whisk you away to a world where love is ethereal, powerful, and worth every risk.
Including:
The Tables Turned by Angela Kady
Brewing Affection by Ann C. Orlandi
Pride and Possession by Roslyn St. Clair
In the Service of Heaven by Bianca White
Shift of Heart by Ariel Dawn
Emma, the Enchanter by L Mad Hildebrandt
My Beloved Witch by Gabbi Grey
And featuring:
Couching Serendipity by AK Nevermore
Vexed by an offhand comment, jinn Mira Marid sets out to prove that cupids aren’t the only beings capable of selecting soulmates. But when setting up her best friend Kade Eros becomes more than just wishful thinking, serendipity takes over, and it turns out that wishing for true love isn’t off the table after all…
We begin in a posh bar somewhere in lower Manhattan. Dark wood and butter soft leather. Polished bronze and dusky amber lights. Soft industrial pop plays, sultry and slightly discordant, highlighting the edge of conversations and the looks thrown between complete strangers as they prowl amongst Friday night’s fresher, less jaded clientele.
A meat market, yes. The bar, a well-known hunting ground for both hopeful and horny, lorn and libidinous, the room simmers with the potential for lust and love.
But in one corner, a man and a woman sit, removed from the game. Together, yet apart and uncannily separate from the rest, their interest lies upon a couple secreted away in a booth, and the wager they’ve made concerning them…
“Quite the match, aren’t they?” Mira’s brow rose, her lips grazing the edge of her martini glass. She averted her eyes from the couple’s canoodling and took a small sip of her drink, gin and vermouth the barest whisper upon her tongue.
“Mmm.” On the stool beside her, Kade was noncommittal. He raised a tattooed hand. His heavy platinum watch slipped to the sleeve of his bespoke Armani suit as he loosened his tie, its cornflower silk the exact shade of his eyes. He glanced at her askance from beneath a fall of raven wing hair. “This doesn’t prove anything, you know.”
Mira’s laughter rang out. People turned, but she was used to that and rather enjoyed it. She tsked, patting Kade’s arm with crocodile conciliation, her tapered, crimson nails complimenting his pinstripes. “Aww. Not quite the corner on the market you’d been led to believe?” Her eyes sparked as brightly as the diamond on the observed woman’s left hand…which was currently thrust as deep in her beau’s thinning hair as his tongue was down her throat.
“What were the limits to your power again…?” Kade drummed his fingers on the bar top, pensive. “Ah, yes, no more than three wishes, no bringing people back from the dead, and,” he paused, so smug she could just slap him, “no wishes for love. That, my dear, falls solely into a cupid’s purview.”
“And I’ll maintain that one doesn’t have to be the spawn of Aphrodite to nudge two people together that obviously should be. You don’t need to wish for love to find it.” Mira batted her lashes and teased an olive from her drink pick with her teeth.
Kade’s hand flew to his breast. “Spawn? Mira, you wound me.” He chuckled and threw back the last of his bourbon. “Though you are right about one thing, those wishing for love seldom find it. It’s the ones not looking for it that get hit most often.” He cocked his brow and she rolled her eyes at the jab, having given up on experiencing that fickle emotion long ago.
“But regardless,” he continued, “ring or no, that is lust…on his part anyway, and I’d venture it’s avarice on hers.” He eyed the couple still going at it and set his glass down. “You, little jinn, exist to grant desires, whereas I—” he grinned, and a mousy woman seated behind Mira gasped. Kade’s eyes flicked to her, then back to Mira, his stupid smile impossibly wider. “Am made for love.” He collected his phone from the bar and shot off a quick text.
Mira rolled her eyes and swatted his chest. Gah, cupids were intolerable—especially this cupid. “So you’re telling me that’s not true love?”
“Hardly,” he said, re-pocketing the silly device and collecting his overcoat. “But please, do keep trying.”
Mira made a concerted effort not to pout until he’d cleared the large windows at the front of the restaurant and was halfway down the block. Only then did she allow herself to slump, her gaze going back to the couple in the booth. How could Kade not see how perfect those two were for each other?
The woman, Mira’s former client, had wished for a steady job, and with a slight twist of serendipity, there was the man. He was in need of a nanny for his Pomeranian.
Her second wish had been for a rent-controlled apartment and fortuitously, he preferred live-in help.
And her last wish had been to gain a skill to ensure her continued employment; he was more than eager to pay for her canine reiki classes.
The two of them were absolute kismet. A real life beauty and the—well, he wasn’t quite rugged enough to be a beast, but still—And age gaps had been a thing literally forever. His winter to her spring was both classic and on trend. Mira took another sip of her martini as her former client minced by on six-inch stilettos. How she walked the dog in those…
Mira waved the thought away. Not her concern, aside from the fact that Kade was wrong, and her most fervent wish was to prove it to him if it were the last—
“Um, excuse me?”
Mira turned to the brunette behind her and cocked a brow. “Yes?”
The mousy little thing bowed her shoulders as if chagrinned. As she should be for leaving the house dressed like that. How did she even get in here?
“I—was that your boyfriend?”
“Was that my…?” Was she mad?
The brunette’s cheeks flared crimson. “Sorry, it’s none of my business, I just—the way he grinned at me, I—never mind.”
Now, wait a moment. Mira caught the woman’s arm as she went to turn, and she started at Mira’s smile. It did have the tendency to dazzle, all part of the onboarding process. “No, he’s not my boyfriend. In fact, he’s completely unattached at the moment. Why do you ask?”
The brunette glanced down at Mira’s fingers wrapped around her arm and swallowed heavily. “No, I—” She shook her head, then buzzed her lips with a little laugh. “It’s stupid, but when he smiled, I—Butterflies.” She shrugged.
“Butterflies?” The woman nodded, and Mira’s grin grew larger. More like cupid’s wings. She let go of the brunette’s arm and held her hand out to shake. “I’m Mira Marid. And you are?”
“Becca Hornsby.” She fumbled with a large canvas tote at her elbow, her cuticles rimmed with the rainbow as she extended her hand.
Mira’s brow rose. “You’re an artist.” A wisp of energy passed from her to Becca, shackling the woman’s wrist to her own. Hello, new client.
“I—Oh!” Becca’s gray-green eyes widened, as if she’d felt it. She hooked a flyaway tendril of hair behind her ear and dipped her head. “N-no, not like you’re probably thinking. I paint interiors. Walls,” she said, as if that needed clarifying.
“Murals?”
“Um, kind of? Not like pictures. I work in geometrics…” She glanced around the posh bar. “I was supposed to be meeting a potential buyer here, but I don’t—” She turned back to Mira and forced a smile. “I don’t think they’re going to show.”
“Pity,” Mira slowly enunciated each syllable, running her eyes over the woman and mentally swapping makeover options like fashion plates. It would take some work, but…Mira smiled brightly. “Can I buy you a drink?”
AK Nevermore enjoys operating heavy machinery, freebases coffee, and gives up sarcasm for Lent every year. A Jane-of-all-trades, she’s a certified chef, restores antiques, and dabbles in beekeeping when she’s not reading voraciously or running down the dream in her beat-up camo Chucks.
Unable to ignore the voices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy full time.
She pays the bills editing, wielding a wicked hot pink pen and writing a column on SFF. She also belongs to the Authors Guild, is a chapter treasurer for the RWA, teaches creative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.
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Without a word, the fairy motioned for her to follow. Karigan waited a moment as the fairy flew to the opening of the cave. Great, I suppose I have to go in there now! Irritation was growing with every step as the entrance loomed a few feet ahead of her. But the sound of the rushing water began to calm her. Maybe it won’t be so bad. Perhaps something interesting is inside, like that time Father and I found that little den in the Wood.
She waited for Alia to tell her to go in. To her surprise, the little fairy twisted and swooped inside. The little ball of blue light helped ease her fears and allowed her to see that the cave wasn’t too deep.
Karigan walked forward. examining every little detail and wondering what kind of creature called this cavern its home. Towards the back she saw shimmering lights reflecting on the stone wall as Alia hovered near the edge. Hmmm… I wonder what that could be.
As she approached the spot, the smell of moss filled her nose as a little trickle of water splashed the stone floor. The little trickle opened into a basin which created a pool of water, almost like a water dish. Two feet from the little pool was a large broken stone. The peculiar stone piqued her curiosity, so she adventured over to investigate it.
“Alia, can you come closer so I can see?”
The fairy swooped down, landing on a nearby rock.
“Here, how’s this?” Placing her hands together a bright light formed. Karigan watched it float across the distance then stop above the item she wished to see.
“Wow, why didn’t you use that earlier?” As expected, the fairy shrugged her tiny shoulders. “You didn’t ask.”
A snort escaped her, startling the little fairy. Serves you right, you little menace. She kneeled down, looking inside the funny rock. It must have been round to begin with. After inspecting it, she concluded that it must have broken from the inside the way the pieces were scattered across the cave floor. “What kind of creature lives in a rock?” Shards of light reflected off the sides, looking like glass from the inside.
Alia snickered. Karigan was about to ask her what she was snickering about when rocks slid by the entrance. “What was that?” They both looked towards the bright opening as a small growl filled the cave. “Helblazes!”
About the Author
K.M. Jenkins is a published international bestselling author that writes epic battles, forbidden romance, and tales of fantasy and adventure.
She has a big love for the fantasy genre and loves dragons above all creatures.
When she is not writing, you will find her chasing her twin boys around the house. Between the three she has epic battles throughout the day and nothing ever gets boring.
