Spark & Change

By Kellum Jeffries

Frannie’s a low-powered fae library school student, Shirl’s a wolf shifter and shy about it. They tumble into bed and into each other’s lives in this sweetly explicit paranormal romance novelette, set in a Richmond, Virginia that's been touched by a bit of magic.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kellum Jeffries
• Release date: Mar 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463144589

Kellum Jeffries

Kellum Jeffries is a squeeful bisexual librarian living in Richmond, Virginia. When she's not librarianing or writing, she's knitting, taking walks with her splendid dog, eating waffles or playing board games.

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Spark & Change

Kellum Jeffries

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Spark & Change by Kellum Jeffries

Frannie’s a low-powered fae library school student, Shirl’s a shifter and shy about it. They tumble into bed and into each other’s lives.

Cover art by Sarah Morley. See more of her art at mimre.tumblr.com!

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For Whit,

who is amazing

The first time I saw her I was standing in aisle 9 of a Richmond CVS trying to figure out where the real Sudafed went, and then I looked up and bam, there was perfection standing behind the pharmacy counter. Thick dark brown hair cut short and spiky, thick determined eyebrows over brown eyes, a quick flash of a grin at me that said maybe we were playing for the same team here. The grin showed off dimples. I am a sucker for dimples.

Uh, I said. Where’d the real Sudafed go? Because I’m smooth like that.

That’s actual pseudoephedrine, you gotta show ID and sign for it. The stuff still on the shelves is…pseudo-pseudoephedrine, basically. She looked around to make sure nobody else was nearby and then stage whispered, It doesn’t work for shit.

I snorted out a laugh and got my courage up, walked up to the counter and pulled out my license. And then I held my breath while she looked at it, because sometimes when you show ID whoever you’re showing it to is all friendly and chatty until they notice you’ve got a letter in the paranormal box and then they get suddenly frosty. Most days it wouldn’t have been an issue because I have a haircut that shows off my ears out-and-proud, but today I’d been out in the sun and was wearing a baseball cap that hid the pointy tips.

She looked at my license thoroughly—no way she missed the F for fae in the para box—and then grinned at me again and said, Regular or extended release, Frances?

Frannie, I said. And, uh, regular.

I went back every day for the next three days—aspirin one day, cough syrup the next, and by day three I was pretty much over my cold and was reduced to taking a candy bar up to the pharmacy counter, and it hit me that this was getting kind of pathetic so when she said, Hi, Frannie, this time I managed to read her name tag.

Shirl? I said, surprised.

Yeah, we both have kind of old-lady names. We have a lot in common, she said, with heavy emphasis, and whoa, did she mean we were playing on more than one of the same teams?

I tried to figure out a discreet way to ask that. But since "How