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Bruce Blake Book Tour
Original Publication Date: January 25, 2015
A hundred hundred seasons have turned since the Goddess banished the Small Gods to the sky, leaving the land to mankind alone.
For Prince Teryk, life behind the castle walls is boring and uneventful until he stumbles upon an arcane scroll in a long-forgotten chamber. The parchment speaks of Small Gods, the fall of man, and the kingdom's savior—the firstborn child of the rightful king. It's his opportunity to prove himself to his father, the king, and assure his place in history. All he needs to do is find the man from across the sea—a man who can't possibly exist—and save mankind.
But ancient magic has been put in motion by a mysterious cult determined to see the Small Gods reborn. Powerful forces clash, uncaring for the lives of mortals in their struggle to prevent the return of the banished ones, or aid in their rebirth.
Named in a prophecy or not, what chance does a cocky prince who barely understands the task laid before him stand in a battle with the gods?
The priest raised his arm to his face, protecting himself from the blaze as he fell to his knees, the roll of parchment pressed to his chest. His nostrils flared at the stench of his own hair melting, the stink sickening him, but he ignored it, thankful he’d paused in the channel to set the words of his dreams on the paper.
He lowered his arm and held the scroll on his lap, closed his eyes. Flames licked at the sleeves of his robe, crackled in the grass on which he knelt. It singed his flesh, but he’d prepared his entire life to concentrate on the task that needed his attention to the exclusion of everything else, including himself.
Ine’vesi ran his reddening fingers along the surface of the rolled parchment. Its coarse texture instilled hope in him and he brought to mind the solemn, sparse temple in Teva Stavoklis. He imagined each grain in the wood of its posts and beams, every rock and pebble strewn across its dirt floor. Bundles of protection herbs hung on spikes protruding from the walls; greasy smoke snaked up from tallow candles. He breathed deeply and, instead of scenting the blazing gardens, he inhaled the unsavory odor of the burning fat.
The priest opened his eyes and found himself in the temple. He rose to his feet, knees creaking and vague pain crawling across the surface of his flesh, but he ignored it, concentrating on the table set in the middle of the room.
When he took a step toward it, pain shot up his spine. Ine’vesi gritted his teeth and pressed on, covering the distance with a stumbling gait. He reached the table and leaned against its edge, raised his hand to place the scroll upon it. Flames flickered along his sleeve, and he fought the urge to shake his arm in an attempt to extinguish them. They’d not be put out.
With greater effort than expected, he extended his arm and set the roll of parchment down. The flames on his sleeve leaped to his hair and he released his grip on the scroll lest the blaze make its way to the paper. As soon as his fingertips left the surface of the scroll, the humble place of worship disappeared. Fire filled the priest’s vision and the stink of burning flesh replaced the scent of protection herbs and melting tallow.
He stumbled back, his foot teetering on the edge of the boiling river. A bolt of lightning rode a thunderclap down from the sky, striking the base of the last of the nine Pillars of Life: Faith. The column tumbled, and Ine’vesi watched it fall toward him. He raised his flaming hands and, an instant later, the heavy stone crushed him.
On the last day the Small Gods walked the land, fire fell like rain from the sky.
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Original Publication Date: February 16, 2015
When shadows fall, the darkness comes...
A disgraced Goddess Mother wanders blind and alone, praying for her agony to end. When a helpful apostle finds her, could it truly be salvation, or does worse torment lie ahead?
A sister struggles to understand a prophecy that may not be meant for her while her brother fights for his life. If the firstborn child of the rightful king dies, will it spell the end for everyone?
Darkness and shadow creep across the land in the form of a fierce clay golem animated by its sculptor's blood. It seeks a mythical creature whose sacrifice portends the return of ancient evil banished from the world long ago. With its return will come the fall of man.
As the game unfolds, the Small Gods watch from the sky, waiting for their time to come and their chance to rise again. They wait for the fall of shadows, the coming of the darkness.
They wait for night to descend.
Kuneprius attempted slinging each Brother over their saddle, intending to lash them in place and return them to the temple for burial, but they proved too heavy for him. He struggled Brother Fildrian up, the effort leaving him drained and panting, and worried that, if he took the time to do the same for the others, he’d be discovered. So it was the young Kuneprius rode through the gates of Teva Stavoklis with a child in his arms, four horses on leads, and a dead man lashed to a saddle.
Brothers and priests were already gathered in the square, though the leading edge of sunrise had just grazed the horizon. The sky perched on the cusp of the earth was crimson as the blood he’d seen spilled; the Small Gods swam in the ocean of darkness above that, waiting to surrender to the light of day.
Hands took control of Kuneprius’ steed, offered him help out of the saddle. He accepted, his sore and weary backside sliding off the smooth leather. When his feet hit the ground, his knees threatened to buckle, and another hand grabbed him by the elbow, helped him keep his feet. He glanced from one man to the next, realizing he knew each of them, but not recognizing any. A priest with his face hidden by a drooping cowl stepped forward and Kuneprius extended his arms, ready to hand over the child. The priest didn’t take the babe. Instead, he led the apprentice away from the throng of Brothers occupied with unlashing Fildrian from the saddle.
Three priests followed as the man led Kuneprius on a winding journey through the streets, past stone abodes and empty fountains, to a low building with no windows. To those unfamiliar, it appeared more storehouse than place of worship.
They crossed the threshold, as Kuneprius did every morning to pray for the return of the Small Gods, but didn’t stop to kneel on one of the threadbare prayer carpets. The hooded priest led him through the sanctuary room to a wide, stout door at the back, where they paused.
Kuneprius’ head spun and his belly churned, though his body had taken steps to ensure nothing remained inside it during his return. The scent of melting fat hung thick in the sanctuary room, given off by the squat tallow candles flickering and hissing on stands in each corner. For an instant, he thought his stomach might rebel again at their odor, but he forgot his beleaguered gut when the priest raised his hand and rapped on the door.
The baby, who’d been miraculously sleeping, shifted in Kuneprius’ arms, as though sensing the lad’s discomfort. He’d often wondered what lay hidden behind the short, wide door but now, as he stood on the precipice of finding out, he decided he’d prefer not to know. Unfortunately, the choice didn’t belong to him.
“Enter,” a voice within said, and a shiver ran along Kuneprius’ spine.
The priest pushed the portal open. Beyond, the chamber appeared similar to the sanctuary room, except much smaller. Bundles of herbs hung from spikes driven into the beams supporting the ceiling and thin tapers flickered in the corners. A table sat in the center of the room, a roll of yellowed parchment atop it. Beside it knelt Kristeus, the high priest.
In his twelve turns as an apprentice, Kuneprius had never laid eyes on the man or even heard of the door being opened. Seasons of wondering if someone truly lived behind the door had come to an end.
He hesitated in the doorway, gaping and waiting for the priest who’d led him there to enter, but he didn’t. A moment passed, expectation hanging in the air, before one of the other hooded priests behind Kuneprius laid his hand on the lad’s back and ushered him across the threshold.
The door clunked closed and the apprentice turned to find the others had left him alone with the high priest. The baby wriggled in his arms, then settled. Kuneprius gulped.
“This is the babe?”
Kuneprius knew the hooded figure spoke the words, but they seemed to float down to his ears from the ceiling. Before answering, his eyes flickered around the barren room, noting the lack of honey pot or personal items—only herbs, tapers, table, scroll, high priest.
“Y…yes.”
The hood moved minutely, as though the invisible head inside nodded.
“And the others are dead? Killed by the women?”
The words dropped on Kuneprius flat and monotone, except the last: women. It came out twisted and skewed, spat more than spoken. Kuneprius’ throat tightened with the urge to sob, forcing him to nod rather than attempt speaking. A dozen heartbeats passed and he thought the high priest might not have seen the gesture.
“Yes,” he said, his tone quiet.
Kristeus tilted his head back, revealing a chin and mouth, but nothing further. Lips pale to the point of transparency moved, the yellow teeth behind them clicking together twice before he spoke again.
“Bring him to me.”
The High Priest held out his arms, the sleeves of his robe falling away as he extended his hands. Skin as pallid as his lips; nails long, curved, yellowed, and cracked. Kuneprius hesitated. The baby stirred again, squeaked in his sleep.
“Come, boy.”
Kristeus gestured with his fingers and Kuneprius found his feet carrying him the short distance to the middle of the room, despite not having asked them to do so. He passed the baby into the High Priest’s hands and the child’s eyelids fluttered open. Kristeus regarded the babe for a moment, then lay him on the floor and bowed his head, words whispering from within the hood. Kuneprius resisted the urge to fidget.
Time crawled. The apprentice glanced away from the child, saw the herbs hung on the spikes were fresh, the floor swept, the walls free of soot from the tapers’ greasy smoke.
Someone comes in here.
The baby gurgled and the air in the room grew warmer on the lad’s skin. Kuneprius snapped his gaze back to the High Priest and found the man looking at him instead of the baby. He shivered despite the rising temperature.
“You have done well, apprentice. I have seen the coming of this child and you have done what needed to be done to make it so. Henceforth, you are Brother Kuneprius.”
The boy’s eyes widened and a flutter of pride pushed aside the nausea gripping his midsection. Never had an apprentice been named Brother before reaching their fourteenth turn. Eight seasons yet remained before Kuneprius reached that age. He thought it must be expected of him to respond, so he parted his lips to thank the High Priest, but Kristeus raised a hand, stopping him before he spoke.
“You will no longer be part of the liberating expeditions.” He slipped his hands under the baby, his long nails scraping on the wooden floor. “From this time forward, you have a much more important role to fulfill.”
Kristeus picked the babe off the floor, held him up as though examining a ripe melon rather than gazing on a living thing. Kuneprius wondered if the High Priest viewed everything in this manner, but put the thought from his mind. The air in the room prickled against his skin, standing the short hairs on the back of his neck on end. His sight wavered and, for an instant, he saw flames raining from the sky, trees burning, a river boiling. The hallucination disappeared as quickly as it came.
“Henceforth, you will be caretaker to the child,” Kristeus said, raising the baby into the air. “For you have brought to me Vesisdenperos, the sculptor. The one born to ensure the return of the Small Gods.”
The sweat on Kuneprius’ brow went cold.
Bruce Blake lives on Vancouver Island in British Columbia, Canada. When pressing issues like shovelling snow and building igloos don't take up his spare time, Bruce can be found taking the dog sled to the nearest coffee shop to work on his short stories and novels.
Actually, Victoria, B.C. is only a couple hours north of Seattle, Wash., where more rain is seen than snow. Since snow isn't really a pressing issue, Bruce spends more time trying to remember to leave the "u" out of words like "colour" and "neighbour" than he does shovelling (and watch out for those pesky double l's). The father of two, Bruce is also the trophy husband of a burlesque diva.
Bruce's first short story, "Another Man's Shoes" was published in the Winter 2008 edition of Cemetery Moon. Another short, "Yardwork," was made into a podcast in Oct., 2011 by Pseudopod. Bruce's first Icarus Fell novel, "On Unfaithful Wings", was published in Dec., 2011 while the follow up, "All Who Wander Are Lost", came out in July, 2012. The third in the series, "Secrets of the Hanged Man", came out in July, 2013. The first part of his Khirro's Journey epic fantasy trilogy, "Blood of the King", was released Sept., 2012, book 2, "Spirit of the King," in Dec., 2012, and book 3, "Heart of the King," in Feb., 2013.
The two books in the Small Gods series, "When Shadows Fall" and "The Darkness Comes", were released in 2013, after which Bruce took a year out to concentrate on his family and career. Book three in the Small Gods series is Bruce Blake's current project.
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Tuesday, July 7, 2015
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Monday, July 6, 2015
USA TODAY'S BEST SELLER: With Dreams Only Of You
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| Kathryn Le Veque |
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| Suzan Tisdale |
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| Cynthis Wright |
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| Christi Caldwell |
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| Eva Devon |
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| Eliza Knight |
USA Today's Best Selling List. That's right, 6 Fabulous Authors hit the list a few days ago. Can you imagine waking up to that news? Finding out, not only have you written awesome books for us readers but making a list you were not aiming for with this book. Two of them are on my Favorite Author List. I cannot tell you how excited I am for all these women. Anyways here is the book.
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| ONLY 99 CENTS |
One family. One Legend. One chance to reverse the tides of fortune.
Welcome to the USA TODAY bestselling blockbuster, a
multi-genre collection unlike any other historical romance collection. Six of
the top authors in their respective genres bring you this powerhouse
collection, WITH DREAMS ONLY OF YOU. Join the de Reyne family as they grapple
with a family legend that follows them through centuries of hope, heartache,
adventure, and romance in seven amazing segments:
Roman Scotland - The origins of the Theodosia Sword.
Medieval England - The legend begins.
The Scottish Highlands - The legend takes a twist.
Tudor England - A new dimension to the legend.
Georgian Era - The legend upon the high seas.
Regency England - The legend has new life.
Contemporary Times - The legend concludes.
Seven unique and powerful stories take the legend of the
gladius, the Theodosia Sword, through the ages. Discover how each era of the
family finds their own love, peace, and happiness. The sword that can tear them
apart is also the one that binds them.
One family. One legend. One chance to reverse the tides of
fortune... will each generation of the family take that chance?
Suzan Tisdale Doing a Reading from the book
About Suzan Tisdale
Suzan lives in the Midwest with her verra handsome carpenter
husband and the youngest of their four children. Her grandchildren are perfect,
no matter what their parents might say.
My Accidental Journey
I've been writing since childhood. Everything from short
stories, full length novels, screenplays and even poetry. I wrote because I
loved it and it was also a means of escaping. I was horribly, painfully
introverted. My stories allowed me to be whoever I wanted to be.
My secret dream was to be an author, but I never thought it
would be possible. I knew how hard it
was to 'get published' so I didn't even bother to submit any of my work to a
traditional publishing house.
It was an accidental journey to becoming a full time,
published author. I tell people that I didn't do it on purpose, even though it
was a lifelong dream.
It started out as a whim of sorts. I wanted to give my
mother a Kindle for her birthday. I thought it would be a hoot if when she
turned the Kindle on for the first time, the first book she saw would be
something I had written. And so it began.
I would get up at 3:30 every morning just to write. At the
time, we only had one computer in the house so very early morning hours were my
only opportunity to write. My husband thought I was getting up early to play
Farmville!
I shared a few chapters with a very dear friend of mine,
thinking she'd say "Cute. But don't give up your day job." I was
floored when she emailed me back and said, "Where is the rest of it?? I
want to read more!" I thought she was just being nice.
Somewhere along the way, my husband had discovered my little
book on the computer. I had to come clean and explain to him what I was doing.
I also asked him for help. I'm not a
technical person, but I figured there had to be a way to get my book onto
Mamma's Kindle. Now, anyone who knows my husband knows what a research nut he
is. Give him the most obscure or offbeat or technical idea or question and
he'll research the heck out of it! I had explained to him that I had seen a
link at Amazon that said "Publish Your Book To Kindle," but that I
hadn't bothered with it. I was convinced that all I needed was a 'cord' of some
sort to hook up between my computer and Mamma's Kindle.
A few days later, my husband informed me that I couldn't
just put my book on mom's Kindle. I had to actually publish it. I believed him.
He's smart, this husband of mine, and he'd never lied to me before.
I figured what the heck, go for it. What did I have to lose?
No one would want to buy my book anyway. Now, deep down I had a secret desire
to actually sell a copy, but I wouldn't speak the words out loud. I thought it
would be wonderful if I sold just ten little copies. In my lifetime. Ten. That
was a good goal.
Without the aid of an editor or cover artist and not having
a clue what I was doing, I decided to go for it. I figured that I didn't want
to wake up on my 60th birthday and wonder what if.... So In December of 2011 I published Laiden's
Daughter.
By February of 2012, it was number 2 on Amazon's Top 100
Best Seller's List! Blew. My. Mind. I thought it would take a lifetime to sell
ten copies. I was certain it had to be a mistake of some kind. But when I
started getting one message after another, one positive review after another, I
realized it wasn't a mistake....I was now an author.
I was selling more than 250 copies a day! I didn't have a
clue what that meant, if in fact it meant anything at all. All that I knew was
that I was over-the-moon happy and people were asking for more!
I remember my first royalty check from Amazon/KDP. $78.69. I
cried because I felt like I had arrived. By October of 2012, I was able to give
up my day job (selling insurance) in order to write full time. That still blows
my mind. I am able to do things now that would not have been possible prior to
December of 2011. I have the most amazing life.
In all honesty, it has never been about the money; its
always been about the writing. Are my books perfection personified? Hardly. But
I do know that my writing gets better with each new book -- and that is how it
should be. I want to write stories that people will enjoy. I want to help
people escape the ordinary, for just a little while.
Now, I have a beautiful editor, a very talented cover
artist, and other indie authors who are very dear friends. I even have a street
team! Suzan's Highland Lassies. This is a group of beautiful, sweet and smart
women who I consider dear friends. I couldn't get through a book launching
without them!
I also believe I have the most beautiful readers anywhere. I
know that I would not be where I am today if it were not for them.
So there you have it. I'm proof that dreams can come true
and that happily-ever-afters are real.
Here is Kathryn Le Veque doing a reading from her Book
Me reading the Medieval excerpt of With Dreams Only Of You! with Suzan Tisdale, Christi Caldwell, Eva Devon, Cynthia Wright, and Eliza Knight
Posted by Kathryn Le Veque on Sunday, July 5, 2015
About KATHRYN LE VEQUE
Kathryn is an Amazon All-Star author, and a #1
bestselling, award-winning, multi-published author in Medieval Historical
Romance and Historical Fiction. She has been featured in the NEW YORK TIMES and
on USA TODAY’s HEA blog.
“This author… genius…!” ~ Ind’Tale Magazine
In October 2014, Kathryn was the 31st MOST READ author on
Amazon. She is extremely prolific with over 50 published novels and 37 #1 Hot
New Releases in Medieval Historical Romance since May 2012. With nearly 1
million novels in circulation, Kathryn has legions of loyal readers all over
the world. Even so, when new readers see
how many novels she has published, the inevitable question is…
“She writes so many novels! Are they any good?” The answer
is… YES!!
Welcome to Medieval England – hard-core, battle-scarred,
power-driven alpha knights of the highest Norman order and the women who love
them. Like High Middle Ages action and romance? Welcome to the Le Veque
Medieval Machine. Kathryn’s Medieval Historicals have been called ‘detailed’,
‘highly romantic’, and ‘character-rich’. She crafts great adventures of love,
battles, passion, and romance in the High Middle Ages. More than that, she
writes for both women AND men – an unusual crossover for a romance author – and
Kathryn has many male readers who enjoy her stories because of the male
perspective, the action, and the adventure.
In addition to her published works of fiction, Kathryn is
also professionally published as a contributing writer for a NASA/JPL study in
2003.
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Donna Fletcher Highlander the Dark Dragon
Donna has written numerous historical romances and part of the fun in writing she admits is doing the research. Getting lost in Scotland in 1514 proved exciting and learning about pirates and the high seas thrilled and surprised her. Her four paranormal romances, Wedding Spell, Magical Moments and Magical Memories, Remember the Magic took her into the world of magic though it is not a foreign place to her. She has studied the mystical arts over the years and finds them fascinating.
But it is with her characters she has the most fun. She loves giving life to fresh and exciting characters and they never cease to surprise and inspire her. She feels their excitement as they face the pleasures and pitfalls of falling in love, for love is truly a grand adventure and Donna is definitely as adventurous as her characters.
Her own adventures have taken her to England, Ireland, and Scotland. She has walked the fields were battles were fought centuries ago, toured haunted castles, stood where beheadings were commonplace, explored the mystic mounds of long ago and collected a plethora of memories and research that will live long in her heart and mind.
She has also traveled in the USA, climbing the red rocks of Sedona, Arizona, conversing with the manatees and dolphins in Marco Island, Florida, listening to the whispers of ghosts in the old homes of historic Savanna, Georgia and enjoying the Cajun food and music of New Orleans.
Having been born and bred in New Jersey Donna travels frequently within the tri-state area visiting the museums in New York City, catching the fall foliage upstate New York, exploring the quaint and unique shops in New Hope, PA and enjoying life on the Jersey shore.
Donna feels her life is rich and full having three terrific sons, two fantastic daughter-in-laws, two grandchildren who bring her endless joy, great friends, and a spoiled calico named Cleo.
Donna loves to hear from readers so contact her anytime.
Website: http://www.donnafletcher.com/
Kimi's Review
Lets just start out with what you want to know, YES this is an awesome book. Well done and great story line. Now for the rest of you. Action, Love, twists and turns. Once you start reading you will not stop. It is the amazing end to this great trilogy. I wanted to keep reading but knew the end would come. I hated to leave this book. I want to go back and reread it just to feel the emotions I had through this book.
You think you know whats going on, then you realize you don't and just sit back for the ride. Enjoy it because I tell you now Rhos is fricken HAWT, Possessive, and very protective of what is his. Heather is just as she always is. Honest, sweet and always there with a smile and a helping hand. I love that the other sisters are in this book and she ties up everything nicely.
This book will stay with you long after you are done reading it.
Book Synopsis
Heather Macinnes is finally safe at home, her two sisters there to offer
comfort. She escaped the notorious ghost warriors and thankfully never laid
eyes on their leader the Dark Dragon. Her ordeal is done. However, she learns
only too soon that her ordeal is far from done...it is just beginning. The Dark Dragon is as mysterious as the past he keeps hidden, but secrets slowly come to light, and when an old foe arrives to seek revenge, the Dragon’s past comes back to haunt not only him but the woman who loves him against all odds.
With secrets to uncover, revenge to seek, and war looming on the horizon, Heather and the Dark Dragon must lay the past to rest, so they can build a future together.
Excerpt
Heather woke with a start, her heart beating wildly and her body chilled. It took her a moment to realize that she was home in the safety of her bedchamber and tucked comfortably in her bed. It had been two days since her return home and she had yet to feel completely safe and protected. She had woken the last two mornings, thinking she was still hiding in the woods from the ghost warriors while trying to make her way home. Her biggest fear had been that she would come face to face with her abductor—the Dark Dragon.
She shivered at the mere thought of his name and pulled the soft wool blanket up to her neck. Why the infamous warrior had had her abducted was still a question that haunted Heather and perhaps continued to be the cause of her unease. He abducted her once, would he not try again?
Heather shook her head. Lying abed would not solve her problems or ease her worries. However, her chores would provide a good reprieve from both. She hurried out of bed and slipped on her pale yellow linen shift, followed by her drab green tunic and snatched up her brown leather boots near the fireplace to pull on and strap quickly. She ran her fingers through her soft blond hair, letting the natural waves fall where they may until she collected her four bone combs off the chest by the bed and with deft hands secured her long strands atop her head, though a few stubborn ones broke free and fell along the back of her neck.
After taking her cloak from the peg by the door, she sighed as she rested her hand on the latch. She was home and she was safe, nothing would change that. She had her family to protect her. She could return to her daily life and everything would be fine.
Heather opened the door and as she stepped out of the room a little voice whispered in head, “nothing is the same nor ever will be again.”
Another shiver ran through her and she hurried down the stairs and into the Great Hall. It was so early that the servants were yet about. It did not matter to her, for she was not hungry. What she wanted most was to walk through the village while it stirred awake and feel its peacefulness like she had done endless times before. Maybe then she would finally feel that all was good.
She draped her cloak over her shoulders and stepped outside. The pre-dawn light sparked on the horizon and Heather was thrilled that she had not missed the sunrise. She hurried along to reach her favorite spot on a small rise and watched as the sun rose like a fiery magic ball from the depths of the earth.
Heather’s smile grew as the sun inched its way up, spreading its glorious light across the land. She recalled all the mornings she had stood here watching the sunrise and how happy she had been then and she wished she could feel that same happiness now.
Patience, Emma, and she had finally been reunited, and she was happy that her sisters were both wed to two men they loved and who loved them. And even more exciting news was that she was to be an aunt. Emma was with child and when the time came Heather would be right there to deliver the babe and see her sister safe. She was also thrilled that her da was feeling so much better and also looked so much better than he had in months. And though there was a chance of war with Patience’s husband’s family, the Clan McLaud, they would face the threat together as they had done before when a clan war loomed on the horizon.
With lightness in her heart, she had not felt since being abducted, Heather turned to walk down the small rise, eager to start the day, eager to begin life anew. She stopped when something caught at the corner of her eye and she turned to look out on the rise just beyond the village.
Her heart slammed in her chest and fear froze her in place.
There, spread across the rise, atop their horses were the Dark Dragon’s infamous ghost warriors, their faces painted white, and in the lead draped in black and astride a black horse sat the Dark Dragon.
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Other Books Available on Amazon by Author
Macinnes Sisters Trilogy
The Highlander’s Stolen Heart Book 1– 2014
Highlander’ Rebellious Love Book 2 — 2014
Highlander: The Dark Dragon Book 3 — 2015
Highlander Trilogy
Highlander Unchained Book 1 –2012
Forbidden Highlander Book 2 — 2012
Highlander’s Captive Book 3 – 2013
Donna Fletcher Short Story Collection
The Sexual Appetites of Unearthly Creatures (Novella Series)
The Sexual Appetites of Vampires – e-book only
More To Follow
The Ranchero Trilogy
Untamed Fire Book 1
Renegade Love Book 2 — 2013
3rd title to be determined
Warrior King Series
Bound To A Warrior Book 1 — August 2010
Loved By A Warrior Book 2 — June 2011
A Warrior’s Promise Book 3 — April 2012
To Wed A Highlander Warrior Book 4 — December 2012
Sinclare BrothersSeries
Return of the Rogue – Book 1 – February 2008
Under the Highlander’s Spell – Book 2 — September 2008
The Angel & The Highlander – Book 3 — April 2009
The Highlander’s Forbidden Bride – Book 4 — December 2009
Scottish Duo
Taken By Storm – Book 1 — September 2006
The Highlander’s Bride – Book 2 — June 2007
Twin Series
The Daring Twin – Book 1 — June 2005
The Bewitching Twin—Book 2 — February 2006
Warrior Series
Dark Warrior – Book 1 — October 2004
Legendary Warrior – Book 2 — February 2004
Highlander Duo
Isle of Lies – Book 1— original print Feb. 2002
Love Me Forever—Book 2— original print Jan. 2003
Irish Duo
The Irish Devil – Book 1—original print Feb. 2000
Irish Hope – Book 2—original print April 2001
The Wyrrd Witch Series
The Wedding Spell – Book 1—original print April 1999
Magical Moments – Book 2—original print Nov. 1999
Magical Memories – Book 3—original print Aug. 2000
Remember the Magic – Book 4 — original print Jan. 2004
Single Title Books:
Whispers on the Wind – original print March 1997
The Buccaneer – print edition July 1995
Playing Cupid — original print Nov. 1994 – no e-book available
(no other book in the Harmony series is by Donna Fletcher)
Rebellious Bride – print edition Sept. 1993
Tame My Wild Touch – print edition Sept. 1992
Untamed Fire – original print Oct. 1991
San Francisco Surrender – my first book
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