Tuesday, December 09, 2008

The Fallen Fae by Connie Wood

Its my pleasure to introduce Connie Wood a friend of mine from Australia.

This is her first book and it sounds very exciting. She's a great writer and brings a unique perspective on fallen Angels and where the Fae really come from.

Her book will soon be released from Freya's Bower .

Fallen Fae Blurb

Shae is a fallen angel seeking salvation through a woman promised to him in return for services rendered long ago.

Aleta is unaware she is the payment of a deal made between her grandfather and the Fae.

With her grandfather gone she discovers a faerie stone allowing Shae to come to her and set their destiny in motion.

Will she be his salvation, or will their love hold them both in eternal damnation?

Excerpt Fallen Fae

She closed her eyes and listened to the crickets sing their symphony outside. Their song a familiar one, it enfolded her like a warm, comfortable blanket. She started to doze.

Something else behind the cricket song, deeper than the usual sounds of the night, prevented sleep.

Low and primal, it seemed to bypass her ears and register straight to her brain. The sound pounded and seeped deep throughout her body. It found the rhythm of her heart and kept its beat as if made just for her. The heat followed it, though this burning resonated unhindered within her and pooled low in her belly. Her breath became erratic; she tried to suck the moist hot air into her starved lungs.

“Open your eyes to me, Aleta.”

She obeyed. A tall, almost naked man stood over her bed, his white-blond hair blowing in the breeze from the fan. Raw power emanated from him, and a ripple of pure lust darted through her. She should be terrified to find someone in her house, but she knew this to be a dream.

It had to be.

His familiarity proved it all the more, for this was a man she had seen before. Whom she had felt before. The memory of him spun at the edges of her mind. His voice spoke straight to her brain, just like the incessant pounding fueling her desires.

He stood there, impossibly handsome, his eyes the exact same shimmering green of the faerie stone she clutched between her tightened fingers. A loin cloth of sorts was the only thing providing his modesty—and it wasn’t really that modest. She lowered her eyes before they followed the length of his body in slow appraisal.

Bare feet stood wide apart on the dark wooden planks, his long legs bulged with taut muscles.

Aleta swallowed, and her gaze neared the light tan loin cloth. Its soft material barely covered his hardness beneath. The muscles across his rock hard stomach clenched visibly as she continued her journey upward. He crossed his heavily muscled arms against the wide strength of his chest.

His jaw set firm, the harshness diminished by those soft, kissable lips. Perfectly arched eyebrows framed shining, crystal clear green eyes.

She stifled a gasp, and her heart lurched at the burning intensity of his gaze. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Lisa Griffin--Celtic Lover's Magic

I want to introduce a friend of mine named Lisa Griffin.

I met Lisa on Avoid writer's hell group. The first time I read am except of her's that she tentatively posted for us to read, I knew she was a writer with talent.

Her writing speaks to you, and carries you off. Her heroes and heroines are some times tragic and lonesome, but they live and breath and touch your heart.

I'm looking forward to her published works.


Coming Soon!
A Celtic Lover’s Magic by Lisa Griffin

Lisa resides in North Alabama with her husband and young daughter. A writer of contemporary romance, you can find her at http://www.lisaalexandergriffin.com/ or www.myspace.com/destinyschoice8

California raised, Liam Macauley inherits what he believes to be a mansion in Ireland from an uncle he’s never known. The moment he sets foot on Irish soil nothing is, as it seems.

Caileaan, descendent of the Sidhe, ancient gods of Eire, the Tuatha De Danann, longs to dig her toes into freshly turned earth, toil side by side with a husband, birth his children, know what it is to be loved and alive as one with humans. In a a battle of darkness and light, will the evil Fomhoire destroy the promise made to Caileaan and thwart Liam’s chance to attain his hearts desire?

Unedited Excerpt #1:
Liam Macauley stepped onto the dock. Waves sloshed the hull, the riverboat nudging under his weight. He gazed at the distant highlands where magical fingers of mist twined and writhed to obscure the Irish landscape of Boyne Valley.

He shouldered the small carryon bag and wheeled the larger suitcase down the wooden dock. His legs protested each stride, slowly adjusting to solid ground.

Liam tunneled a hand through his hair, scanned the deserted dockyard and spotted the lone taxi. For two days he’d traveled up river to reach this place and the whole damn trip remained a mystery: an uncle he didn’t know and an inheritance he’s never expected.

A raven screeched and flew low, almost slamming into him. Liam ducked, and unease crept up his spine as the bird cawed and settled into a nearby tree.

The raven’s golden eyes blinked as if mapping his every move. Liam locked his gaze on the bird and eased the taxi door open. The raven flapped its dark wings and took to the air as Liam slid inside. The breath rushed out of him, and he looked at the taxi’s driver.

"I assume you’ll want to go directly to Macaula Mansion?"
Liam scrutinized the man. "Yeah. How did you know?"

The cabby smiled. "Let’s just say I have my orders, sir." He shifted into gear and moved down the bumpy lane.

Unsure how to respond, Liam sat back in the seat. The countryside whizzed past. He relaxed, cranked the side window down, and breathed deeply of the fresh air and pungent pine aroma—a drastic change from the smog and congestion of Los Angeles.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. "Your first visit to Ireland?"
"Yes." Liam laughed. "An obvious tourist, eh?"

The cabby’s eyes glinted, and he chuckled. "Not at all." He veered the taxi down a winding lane, more rutted than the one they had left behind. The elevation rose with each turn, and the cabby slowed his speed. "Macaula Mansion straight ahead, sir," he said, and, moments later, braked to a stop.
Liam stared out the window. "God in heaven," he muttered in disbelief.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

The taxi clamored over a wooden drawbridge and through an arched stone portcullis. "Did no one inform you that the mansion’s an old keep?" The driver laughed.

Liam opened the door, fumbled for his bags and stepped out. "No…err…no, they didn’t," he stammered and dug into his pocket.

"Cab fare’s been paid. G’day, sir. Enjoy your stay." The cabby revved the engine and eased away.

Liam stared at the stone-faced monstrosity. The lawyer who’d contacted him had revealed his inheritance over the phone: a thousand acres and a mansion. Not a damned keep. No wonder this Brennan Finny declined further detail. Probably feared he’d tuck tail and run.

Liam turned full circle. Damn!

The Unexpected Gift by Lisa Griffin
COMING December 9, 2008
One Touch, One Glance
A Sweet Anthology (Sweet Romance is Back!)

Lisa resides in North Alabama with her husband and young daughter. A writer of contemporary romance, you can find her at http://www.lisaalexandergriffin.com/ or www.myspace.com/destinyschoice8


Elise, a widowed mother, finds attraction in the most unbelievable of forms—a toy store Santa with twinkling blue eyes. Cade, drawn to mother and child, wars with inner demons from his past. Is his instant and emotional attachment due to the loss of his wife and child? Will a Christmastime miracle heal Elise and Cade’s wounded souls, allowing them a second chance at love?

Elise wrung her hands, stared at the phone, and willed it to ring. She’d gone to the doctor just that morning to find out why she felt so fatigued, so nauseous.

The mesmeric twinkle of lights drew her gaze to the window. Christmas Eve. She should be happy, but she wasn’t. Her chest tightened into a painful knot. Her husband’s face, his love of life, surfaced in her mind. James had been gone for only two weeks, but a long and bleak future stretched ahead of her. An eternity.

She coughed, fighting the urge to gag. Food made her queasy. Like clockwork, she’d vomited every morning. What’s wrong with me?
The phone rang shrilly, shattering the silence. Her nerves already shot, she jerked. I should have died with him.

Elise took a deep breath and reached for the phone.

"Hello," she said, cringing at the quiver in her voice.

"Elise," Dr Mansfield said. "Is that you? You sound strange." His voice faltered, and a chuckle rumbled through the phone. "I have what I hope is wonderful news. It seems that James has left you a miraculous Christmas gift. You, Elise, are going to be a mother."

Elise stared at the receiver. Her eyes blurred. Even in death, James knows what I need and takes care of me from beyond the grave.

She smiled for the first time in weeks. Proof of their love would live on long after she was gone. Although she couldn’t share that joy with her husband, this baby would give her strength to endure the holidays.

Elise released a thankful sigh. "Thank you, Dr. Mansfield. I’ll get back with you—when I’ve had a chance to digest this unexpected, but wonderful news."

"You’ve been under a lot of stress lately. I’d like you to call for an appointment, soon."

"I will." She hung up the phone. Her hand fell to her stomach.
The baby was an answered prayer, a gift from God. Somehow she’d manage. The will to live surged inside her. She glimpsed light at the end of a long, dark tunnel.

Bowing her head, she wept.

--~Lisa~ Coming Dec 9th '08 from Freya's Bower: One Touch, One Glance, A Sweet Anthology Step into my world... where dreams come true...and dreams are shattered... But happily ever after still happens...

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Dragon Lord of Kells: Book 1 The Empowered Spirits Series

This is a first for me I get to blog a book for a new friend of mine. Meet Brenda Dream Weaver aka Lady dragon with a heart.
Well, its actually Brenda J. Weaver, er um, I just got carried away.
Brenda lives here in California and in the central valley just like I do.
Not only is she a writer but a artist too, and she creative wonderful things with just a needle and thread. She's also, I think, adventurous wrapping herself around her hubby on the back of their motorcycle and off they'll go into the mountains seeking adventure.
One of her favorite things that she shares with me is the love of dragons.
Yes me hearties there be dragons a plenty here, so strap on your broadsword and armour as she take you on an adventure.
This is the first book in her on going series;
Dragon Lord of Kells: Book 1 The Empowered Spirits Series
.The year is 1092 Ireland .
A time when magic and myths should only be legends of the ancestors, yet down in the angry mists of the dark forest of Muir, Rowan of Locks Glen stumbles into a trap.
He is the last of his kind.
A fierce and mighty Dragon Lord that time has seemed to have forgotten. As Rowan is fighting for his very life, thoughts of his life flash before him, making him even more aware that he should have taken a wife to ensure the lineage of his blood. As a throng of arrows whip through his body, he is unable to forgive himself that error as all goes black.
Kira, a healer from an ancient clan of elves stumbles across Rowan’s prone body. She is shocked to recognize him as the protector of her people. She finds him barely alive, hides him, starts to heal him and takes him to her cottage where, she hoped, he would be safe.
While there, Rowan thinks she would make him a good wife and asks her to be his life mate. She at first refuses for she feels unworthy, but, she was born to protect this mighty Dragon Lord. What better way to protect him than to be constantly by his side.
Will this marriage of convenience find a way to bring two lonely hearts together as one? Or will the evil of man and wizard alike, pull them apart forever.
Bringing her thoughts back to the present, Kira was about to give up hope of finding any one alive when she heard a faint moan from behind her. She hurried over to the man. He was lying on his stomach, blood splattered everywhere on his armor. She felt his neck for a pulse. It was barely there below the surface, but it was there none the less.
She stood and looked down at the man. He was a very large man. It would take all her strength and cunning to be able to move his massive body. Well, there was no help for it. She needed to turn him over and remove his armor so she could tend to his wounds.
With steady fingers she grabbed the taut leather strips that held the armor together along the sides. There were five all together, on either side, tied snugly to keep the armor from slipping. Once they were removed it was by far a much easier task slipping the armor off from the backside first. She knew as soon as she was able to turn him over onto his back, the rest of the armor would fall away. But then there was the task of removing the chain mail jerkin that he wore just beneath the armor. He was such a large man that she knew the jerkin would be too heavy for her to remove by herself. She would have to have him in a sitting position or all would be for naught.
As gently as she could, she started pushing him over onto his back. He was unconscious so his weight was that of a dead man. He moaned softly, but didn’t move. She had examined his backside and had found no wounds save for the arrow that protruded from his left shoulder and the nasty gash that bled from the back of his dark head, probably done when he had fallen from his horse, his helm coming loose and landing several feet from where he lay. She hoped she would be able to save him. Finally, with one last shove, over onto his back he went. She gasped in sudden recognition as she fell backward onto her backside.
“You!” she breathed in a whisper. The shock that gripped her also had knocked the breath from her chest. The same man that had haunted her dreams last eventide now lay before her! The man that had haunted her dreams for as far back as she could remember, lay within arms reach. She took in life sustaining air as she looked at him. Mentally shaking herself and gathering her senses, she quickly took a piece of cloth from her bag and wet it with the skin of water that she’d carried with her.
Gently she started cleaning the blood and dirt from his ruggedly handsome face. His dark hair stood out like a beacon against the paleness of his skin. She remembered the arrow in his shoulder and then spied another lodged in his upper thigh. Both had been broken off into the flesh, evidently when he had fallen from his horse that lay only a few feet from him. From the carnage that surrounded them, she could not believe how little damage was done to him in this battle. She mentally thanked the Goddess for looking after him.

Brenda Weaver's website
Find Brenda on myspace
Dragon Lord of Kells at Wild Rose press
Dragon Lord of Kells at Fictionwise ebooks
Dragon Lord of Kells at Amazon; it's a paperback book

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Tara S. Nichols Secrets of Summer

Things aren't always as they seem. Convinced she was the ugly duckling in a gaggle of swans, Pyper discovers that her childhood crush has had some fantasies of his own. Amidst the threat of losing everything she holds dear she learns that sometimes a crush can become a reality.

Book covers

Secrets of Summer

by Tara S Nichols

It has been years since Pyper has seen any sign of Liam Patterson so she is surprised when he reappears outside his old stomping grounds. More surprising is when he addresses her by her name. By the looks of Liam very little had changed about the beach loving playboy. He was just as handsome and just as flirtatious, although it never was her he had been flirting with, until now. As their secrets unravel both summer residents are faced with the thought of never returning to Victoria Beach, the place where their fantasies began.

Available April 18th from Cobblestone-press!

Two New Books by Aislinn Kerry

Romance Diva Aislinn Kerry asked those of us with blogs to blog this;

Psyche, by Aislinn Kerry
Available April 22nd from Loose ID

After months of text messaging, Psyche has fallen in love with a man she's never even met, so when she finally gets the chance to see him face-to-face, she leaps at it. However, their meeting doesn't turn out quite the way she expected. E hides in the dark and refuses to let her turn on the lights. Psyche's startled at first, but willing to overlook a few idiosyncrasies while they get to know each other in person. Their relationship flourishes--until the night Psyche's curiosity gets the better of her.

Light reveals that E is Eros, the Greek god of love and desire, and he is furious that she broke her word. She begs for forgiveness, but he won't give it. In breaking her word, she broke his trust. She must seek help from a goddess and brave the dangers of the underworld in order to prove herself and win back the man she loves.

Read an excerpt!


All that Glitters, by Aislinn Kerry
Availale April 22nd from Samhain Publishing

Kynan Pritchard has come to Paris to start a new life, one free from the gruesome nightmares--and the accusations of insanity--that have plagued him from childhood. He's used to a hard-luck existence, but when a stranger comes to his aid, he thinks maybe that luck is changing. Aneirin is strong and brave, everything that Kynan wants to be. And Kynan falls for him. Hard.

But Kynan's nightmares are about to become reality, and not even Aneirin can protect him from the monster who's stalked him across the continent. The gwrach-y-rhibyn threatens everything--Kynan's life, his sanity, even his love for Aneirin.

To defeat her, Kynan will have to risk becoming the very creature he hates.

Read an excerpt!