Plenilune by Jennifer Freitag

Attention, folks, I have an announcement to make:

Jennifer Freitag is planning to release her book, Plenilune, in October of this year.

     I cannot say that I have read the entire book and recommend it (you will have to research it and make your own decision as I will J ), but I have read some of Jenny's work and can say that she is incredibly talented with story-telling. There is a reason she is known as The Penslayer!
     Plenilune is a planetary fantasy, which I knew nothing about until I read Jenny's definition (you can see her post here). Essentially, I would summarize it as a story taking place on a planet whose normal rules and laws of order differ in some ways from our own.
     So the long and short of this post is to let you know about Plenilune's release date and to recommend that you check out the author's blog: The Penslayer. I will leave you now with Plenilune's synopsis:

The fate of Plenilune hangs on the election of the Overlord, for which Rupert de la Mare and his brother are the only contenders, but when Rupert’s unwilling bride-to-be uncovers his plot to murder his brother, the conflict explodes into civil war.

To assure the minds of the lord-electors of Plenilune that he has some capacity for humanity, Rupert de la Mare as been asked to woo and win a lady before he can become the Overlord, and he will do it—even if he has to kidnap her.

En route to Naples to catch a suitor, Margaret Coventry was not expecting a suitor to catch her.

P.S. Be sure to check back with Jenny's blog in the future to witness the cover reveal for Plenilune.

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