Love Elixir Antidote A Sonny the Scoundrel Novella Romance /Fantasy (Satire / Humor) BySonny Zae Publisher:Roane Publishing Release Date: April 20, 2015 Keywords:Fantasy, Medieval, Satire, Humor, Fantasy Adventure, Romantic Comedy
Sonny the Scoundrel lives with Grandpap, the wizard in their rustic village of Sow's Teat. Sonny is dashing and handsome, but his reputation is widely known. When a former flame announces her marriage to a suitor from a distant city, he knows it will be a grand affair attended by visitors from far beyond their village—including young maidens who are unaware of his dubious reputation.
Since the visitors will include his favorite type of maidens—those he can romance and never see again, he nicks a love elixir from Grandpap in advance of a big wedding,. Sonny is confident he can charm any of the visiting maidens without need of the love elixir, but why work harder than necessary?
When he adds too much love elixir to a girl's cup, Sonny discovers making her fall out of love with him is much harder than he imagined. Unfortunately, there is no love elixir antidote and Sonny must use his wits to wriggle out of her clinging claws.
About Sonny Zae
Sonny 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 available on the 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.
"So you fear you would lose?" "No, not at all!" "Agree, or I shall shout out what a little coward you are right here and now." "Well…" "Everyone, listen to me!" Winsond said in a voice that carried over the din, while swirling an arm above her. Heads turned our way. "I accept, of course." I threw my chin up into the air, amused by the implication I could lose the wager. "By the time of your banquet, then. I did not know I was invited." "You are not. I will have someone drag you in at the required time." "And if I do not declare I am impotent?" "Then I shall have you beaten until you say it." I shook my head in disbelief. "But if you beat a confession out of me, no one will believe it." A slight smile played across Winsond's face. "True, but they will still enjoy watching the confession be beaten out of you. And they will still gossip about it." She had me there. Not one single, solitary person in our village would step forward to lift a finger to help me, such was their jealously of my superior bloodline, looks and station in life. She shouldered me aside and continued toward the bar. "Mind that you do not cause trouble, scoundrel," her father growled as he followed. "Or I shall have Cappersham knock you senseless and throw you into the biggest mudhole he can find." My heart grew cold. Did Winsond not understand how her words made me ache? Mayhap it was better she marry some pale and lifeless young scion from another village, a young man so devoid of imagination and life they would make a matched set, a pair of peahens instead of peacock and peahen.