Tuesday, July 26, 2016

New Book, New Series, New Genre ~guest post by Marie Treanor, author of The Dead of Haggard Hall

It's great to have Marie Treanor here today with something completely new--an adventure into hot Gothic! It looks great! Also, check out her giveaway contest at the end of this post. 



New Book, New Series, New Genre by Marie Treanor

There is a special thrill that comes with the release of every new book. I’ve published about fifty now in one form or another, and it never seems to go away – although perhaps I celebrate a bit differently nowadays. My champagne tends to be virtual and my release day so hectic that there’s no time for meals out or quiet drinks with my husband! Funnily enough, I don’t feel the loss, perhaps because I celebrate on-line with my fellow romance readers and other authors, who all understand what’s gone into making this day happen.

So, I would like to pour a fizzing glass of bubbly for Marsha and all Marsha’s readers, with grateful thanks for helping me celebrate The Dead of Haggard Hall today – cheers!

Because, The Dead of Haggard Hall is even more exciting than usual for me. It’s not just a new release, it’s the start of a new series called Darke of Night, featuring Barbara Darke, an unusual Victorian medium. And, since it’s historical Gothic, it’s also a new genre for me. Or a new mix of genres!

I’ve always loved Gothic books and films, from Dracula to Victoria Holt’s novels, Bela Lugosi’s films to Penny Dreadful, so I suppose it was inevitable that Gothic elements should creep into my own writing – after all, I do write mainly paranormal romance, which lends itself quite wonderfully to Gothic atmospheres, eerie old houses and dark, dangerous heroes. But until The Dead of Haggard Hall, I never really set out to write a Gothic novel as such. And when the character of Barbara came to me, and then Patrick, they were set very much in the candlelight and shadows. They had to be Victorians, albeit unconventional ones, and their story had to be deeply sensual.

Of course there is a danger in plastering modern sexual customs onto “respectable” Victorian society – especially ladies – to please the palates of today’s readers. I could have made this a no sex novel, or a “behind closed doors” novel  (I did that to some degree in Ghost in the Rain,  a novella which is part of the multi-author A World of Gothic series), but when you think about it, although understated, the sexual attraction in Dracula, Jane Eyre, Rebecca, and Victoria Holt, is central to the story and I do believe steamy works very well with Gothic set in any era. And more to the point, it is who Barbara is – as you’ll understand when you read the book! J. I think of it as hot Gothic...

So yes, I’m thrilled to be celebrating The Dead of Haggard Hall today – let me refill those glasses with some fresh bubbles! Thanks for joining me!


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The Dead of Haggard Hall
Darke of Night
Book One
Marie Treanor

Genre: Gothic/historical/paranormal romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: 26th July 2016
ISBN: 978-1619235830
ASIN: B01CUOPRZQ
Number of pages: 216 (paperback)
Word Count: 71,000

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin

Book Description:

Spirit possession is easy to remedy. Possession of the heart is another matter.

After vicar’s widow and natural medium Barbara Darke loses her respectable teaching position, she reluctantly agrees to become companion to her former pupil Emily, now the bride of young Sir Arthur Haggard.

Once settled at Haggard Hall, Barbara finds her friend is beset by ghostly voices and unexplained deaths. In a maelstrom of dark spirits and wicked emotions, Barbara battles to lay Emily’s ghosts to rest—both hampered and helped by Arthur’s skeptical cousin Patrick, who provokes and attracts her in equal measure.

It would be a mistake to trust a secretive, guilt-ridden man suspected of driving his wife to suicide, if not outright murdering her. And it could well be lethal to give in to her own desires, confused as they often are with the lusts of the dead.

But Arthur and Emily are in genuine physical danger, and suspicion is falling closer and closer to Patrick—the man who haunts Barbara’s sensual dreams. The man who stands to inherit Haggard Hall.

Warning: Contains a medium whose body is open season for spirit possession, and a scandal-ridden journalist who only believes what he can see—and touch.

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About the Author:
Marie Treanor lives in Scotland, in a chaotic house by the sea, together with her eccentric husband, three much too smart children and a small dog who rules them all. Most days, she avoids both housekeeping and evil day jobs by writing stories of paranormal romance and fantasy.

Marie is the award winning author of over forty sexy paranormal romances - Indie, New York and E-published.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Top 10 TV Shows ~guest post by Abbey MacMunn, author of Touched, a new paranormal/fantasy romance

Guest author, Abbey MacMunn, is joining me today, talking about her favorite fantasy TV shows. Be sure to check out her new paranormal/fantasy romance release, Touched.

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Hello, my name is Abbey MacMunn and I write paranormal/fantasy romance. Today I’d like to talk about some of my favourite fantasy T.V shows.
I grew up in the 70s watching shows such as Dr. Who, Star Trek and Wonder Woman, and the first movie my dad took me to see was Star Wars, so it’s no surprise that my love for fantasy/sci fi followed into adulthood.
So here’s my Top Ten Fantasy T.V Shows.

·         1. THE ORIGINALS - love, love, love this show!
·         2. VAMPIRE DIARIES – okay, this one might not be my second choice, but since The Originals is a spin-off, I wanted to give it some credit.
·         3. CHARMED – haven’t seen this for a while but I still remember the Power of Three: Prue, Piper and Phoebe, then later on, Paige.
·         4. SUPERNATURAL – which Winchester brother is your favourite?
·         5. PENNY DREADFUL – dark and disturbing – not for the fainthearted!
·         6. ARROW – enough said
·         7. BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER - classic
·         8. DR. WHO – favourite doctors, David Tennant and Matt Smith
·         9. STAR TREK. THE NEXT GENERATION – make it so
·         10. BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

There are many, many more like Grimm, True Blood, Lost, Once upon a Time etc. I want to say Game of Thrones, but I’m in the minority of people who have not seen much of GoT. Shock! Where have I been?! 

Unfortunately, I missed the first series and I absolutely cannot watch something unless it’s from the very beginning, otherwise it’s like starting to read a book from page 50. Thank goodness for box sets because I’ve just started to watch it and I’m already hooked. I just need about a month with nothing to do!

Thanks for reading. I hope you saw a few of your favourites there too, but if there’s an awesome show you think deserves a mention, and I’m sure there is, please feel free to post in the comments below.

Thanks for reading!

Abbey

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Touched

Abbey MacMunn

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

Date of Publication: 13th July 2016
ISBN: 9781310425691
ASIN: B01FT94DQI
Number of pages: 205
Word Count: 65,000
Cover Artist: Cora Graphics

Book Description:

When inquisitive antique dealer Cami Wilson learns she’s the revered offspring of an immortal mother and a mortal father, it’s not just her hybrid status that has her all flustered. The title comes with her very own super-sexy guardian.

Jaded immortal Joseph Carlisle has only one thing on his mind; his sworn duty to protect the hybrid from those who wish her harm. Anything else would be complicated. That is until they meet.

Chemistry sizzles between them but there’s a problem—the hybrid’s curse. Cami’s touch, skin to skin, proves near fatal to her and all immortals, Joseph included.

But the fated lover discover her curse is the least of their concerns when a friend’s deadly betrayal threatens to tear them apart forever.

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Excerpt:

He might have just saved her life, but pinned to the freezing concrete by some wannabe hero was not her idea of fun. Cami Wilson shoved the unyielding wall of his chest, fighting not only him but the rising panic. ‘Get the hell off me!’
The guy remained on top of her, using his large frame to protect her from the chunks of smouldering metal hurtling to the ground around her. Icy air met with fiery heat and smoke infused the atmosphere like the fifth of November, but there were no sparkling fireworks to admire, only the flaming inferno, which seconds earlier had been her car.
Maybe if she hadn’t been so intrigued by the antique brooch she held in her hand or distracted by the weird, periodic buzzing emitting from it, she might have seen him coming at her in full, rugby tackle mode.
He lifted a little, easing the crushing pressure on her ribs, but remained inches from her face. Glacier-blue eyes met hers, captivating and intense. ‘Are you hurt?’
His gravelly voice did something tingly to her insides. She went to speak, but no words came. Nothing came to mind. Not the explosion. Not the contents of her shopping trolley strewn all over Morrisons’ car park. Not the fact she could have been killed. Somehow, none of it registered.
She gawped back at him like a doe-eyed teenager, taking in the angular sweep of a jawline peppered with dark stubble, and well-defined lips that parted invitingly as he drew in his breath.
His gaze lingered on her mouth in a breath-taking moment right out of one of those soppy rom-coms she liked to watch.
Forget burning cars and curious brooches… hel-lo, future husband.
Somewhere to her left, an engine revved loudly, and he turned his head towards the sound. Overlong, tousled hair tickled her cheek, and she got a faint whiff of citrus shampoo.
Hmm, lovely…
A second later, his attention returned to her. His grave expression burned with an urgency that brought her down from the clouds. ‘Dammit! I asked if you were hurt.’
‘No, I…’
In a move so swift it wasn’t humanly possible, he leapt to his feet and hauled her up beside him. The brooch slipped from her gloved hand and landed on the ground.
The man cursed under his breath and stooped to retrieve it. With an exasperated look, he waved it in front of her as though she were a baby dropping her dummy for the hundredth time. ‘You need to take more care of this. Don’t you know how important it is?’
Sudden indignation flared. Cami snatched the jewel from his grasp and slipped it back into her coat pocket. Okay, the guy rocked the sexy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look, but his patronising attitude set her teeth on edge. What right did he have to tell her what to do? And what on Earth did he know about a weird, vibrating brooch she’d been given by her adoptive mother, the only clue she had to her past?

About the Author:

Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal, fantasy and sci fi romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.

When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.

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Twitter https://twitter.com/abbeymacmunn   @abbeymacmunn

 

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Writing research for BLOOD CURSE: BRANDED TRILOGY by Kat Flannery #giveaway


I'm happy to have a wonderful guest today on my blog, Kat Flannery. She's sharing some interesting finds from her research while writing her Branded Trilogy. I know I get swept up into adventures with my book research. Be sure to check out Kat's new release, Blood Curse, as well as her giveaway at the end of this post.


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While writing BLOOD CURSE, book 2 in the Branded Trilogy, I had to do more research than I expected. I ended up changing the date three times going back to my original timeline of 1723. This placed me during the Colonial era. I learned a bit about the 13 Colonial States and how they were founded while in school, but that was as far as my knowledge went. I’d never been to the Colonies during the 1700’s and in fact I really had no idea what went on during that time period.

Out came the books, websites, and trips to the library. I needed to know certain facts in order to even begin plotting my story. Where would the events take place? Who lived there? What did they eat? What did they wear? So many questions that only researching could answer.

Research is a large part of my writing process, and I’m not going to lie when I tell you sometimes I absolutely love it, while others I loath it. This really is a love-hate relationship. The love part of the research for me is learning new things, discovering a plot twist, or idea, and of course the tiny part inside my soul that wishes she could go back in time just once to experience life then.

The loath part comes when I cannot find something I desperately need for a book, or I have to read countless bits of information for one small sentence in the story. This happened in Blood Curse when I was researching Merchant ships. I read and read and read everything I could find on these large trading vessels only to use very little within the story itself.

However, I do not want to discuss the research I did use, but rather the facts I found interesting and appalling at the same time. In order for my story to flow I needed to either not include some of the details I found, or romanticize them so my reader was not repulsed.


Bathing routines: While we bathe at least once a day, back in Colonial times bathing was done once every six months if that. The act of washing ones self was not a priority. In fact, everyone had body odor back then, so it was unnoticed among each other and became somewhat of a common smell. For those sensitive to the smell a handkerchief doused in perfume was held over the nostrils and mouth.

The labor and time it took to draw a bath did not appeal to most and therefore was put off as a chore rather than a pleasure.

Bathing rituals when done were often a family affair. The tub would be filled allowing the head of the house to bathe first, then all the other males, the women and lastly the children. The water had to be black by then and I’m sure smelled awful.

Perukes: These were the white head wigs often powdered and scented with lavender or orange oil. Perukes came into fashion during the 1500’s in England because of the syphilis outbreak. Men used them to disguise their STD, which resulted in baldness; open sores on the body including face and head, and could also lead to blindness. The headdress was not looked upon as fashion but rather a necessity at hiding ones horrendous features.

In 1655 the King of France, Louis XIV commissioned 48 wig makers to help hide his balding at the age of 17. His cousin Charles II King of England also did the same thing and the fad caught on. Soon England’s higher and middle classes were wearing Perukes.

The fashion carried on throughout the colonies and most everyone wore a headdress of white goat, horse or human hair. These heavy, and often filled with nits hair pieces would go unwashed for months.

Disease: Due to the uncleanliness of the people and their belongings disease ran rampant throughout the Colonies. In the early days the people had no knowledge on how to fight the sickness, often being the first time they’d seen the disease.

As time passed physicians grew an understanding of how to aid and heal the sick. But death was still a very common outcome to most who suffered from them.

Epidemics of Small Pox, Yellow Fever and Plague killed thousands. These diseases purged the Colonies ceasing all work, closing businesses and caused the people to flee the country or go into hiding.

At one point the death rate for Yellow Fever was so high people had to work day and night to bury the dead.

Malaria, Typhoid, and Beriberi were all common diseases that could lead to death if not treated.

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Lakota Honor
Branded Trilogy
Book 1
Kat Flannery

Genre: Historical western paranormal romance

Publisher: Imajin Books

Date of Publication: May 30, 2013
ISBN: 9781927792001
ASIN: B00D0S530G
Number of pages: 183
Word Count: 71,000
Cover Artist: Ryan Thomas Doan

Book Description:

Fate has brought them together, but will a promise tear them apart?

In the small town of Willow Creek, Colorado, Nora Rushton spends most of her days locked up in her home with a father who resents her and fighting off unwanted marriage proposals from the wealthy Elwood Calhoun. Marked as a witch, Nora must hide her healing powers from those who wish to destroy all the witkowin—crazy women. What she doesn't know is that a bounty hunter is hot on her trail.

Lakota native Otakatay has an obligation to fulfill. He has been hired to kill the witkowin. In a time when race and difference are a threat and innocence holds no ground, courage, love and honor will bring Nora and Otakatay together as they fight for their freedom.

Will the desire to fulfill his promise drive Otakatay to kill Nora? Or will the kindness he sees in her blue eyes push him to be the man he once was?


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PROLOGUE Lakota Honor

Colorado Mountains, 1880

The blade slicing his throat made no sound, but the dead body hitting the ground did. With no time to stop, he hurried through the dark tunnel until he reached the ladder leading out of the shaft.
 He’d been two hundred feet below ground for ten days, with no food and little water. Weak and woozy, he stared up the ladder. He’d have to climb it and it wasn’t going to be easy. He wiped the bloody blade on his torn pants and placed it between his teeth. Scraped knuckles and unwashed hands gripped the wooden rung.
The earth swayed. He closed his eyes and forced the spinning in his head to cease. One thin bronzed leg lifted and came down wobbly. He waited until his leg stopped shaking before he climbed another rung. Each step caused pain, but was paired with determination. He made it to the top faster than he’d thought he would. The sky was black and the air was cool, but fresh. Thank goodness it was fresh.
 He took two long breaths before he emerged from the hole. The smell from below ground still lingered in his nostrils; unwashed bodies, feces and mangy rats. His stomach pitched. He tugged at the rope around his hands. There had been no time to chew the thick bands around his wrists when he’d planned his escape. It was better to run than crawl, and he chewed through the strips that bound his feet instead. There would be time to free his wrists later.
He pressed his body against the mountain and inched toward the shack. He frowned. A guard stood at the entrance to where they were. The blade from the knife pinched his lip, cutting the thin skin and he tasted blood. He needed to get in there. He needed to say goodbye. He needed to make a promise.
 The tower bell rang mercilessly. There was no time left. He pushed away from the rocky wall, dropped the knife from his mouth into his bound hands, aimed and threw it. The dagger dug into the man’s chest. He ran over, pulled the blade from the guard and quickly slid it across his throat. The guard bled out in seconds.
He tapped the barred window on the north side of the dilapidated shack. The time seemed to stretch. He glanced at the large house not fifty yards from where he stood. He would come back, and he would kill the bastard inside.
He tapped again, harder this time, and heard the weak steps of those like him shuffling from inside. The window slid open, and a small hand slipped out.
“Toksha ake—I shall see you again,” he whispered in Lakota.
The hand squeezed his once, twice and on the third time held tight before it let go and disappeared inside the room.
A tear slipped from his dark eyes, and his hand, still on the window sill, balled into a fist. He swallowed past the sob and felt the burn in his throat. His chest ached for what he was leaving behind. He would survive, and he would return.
Men shouted to his right, and he crouched down low. He took one last look around and fled into the cover of the forest.


Blood Curse
The Branded Trilogy
Book 2
Kat Flannery

Genre: Historical paranormal suspense romance

Publisher: Imajin Books

Date of Publication: October 1, 2014
ISBN: 9781772230031
ASIN: B00MV4UDHI
Number of pages: 216
Word Count: 75,000
Formats available: eBook and Trade paperback
Cover Artist: Ryan Thomas Doan

Book Description:

“Upon mine death for the blood ye have shed, Every daughter born to ye shall die before it draws breath, to which ye will know pain and worse, I cast unto ye mine blood curse.” ~ Vadoma

Four years after the Blood Curse, Pril of the Peddlers vows to protect her child against the evil men who hunt her. With her clan unaware of the branded girl among them, Pril has to keep the identity of her daughter a secret. When her child is kidnapped, she is forced to ask Merchant runner, Kade Walker, for his help.

Kade Walker needs to find the gypsy child. Blackmailed and pushed beyond his own moral code, he is determined to do whatever it takes. When he comes across the Peddler clan, he is sure the girl is there, however all hope is lost when the gypsies capture him. Time is running out—until Pril makes him an offer he cannot refuse.

Amidst greed, lust, revenge and love, Pril will need to trust Kade. But as the evil nears and doubt creeps in, will she discover that the enemy has been standing next to her all along?

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Blood Curse Excerpt:
“Upon mine death for the blood ye have shed,
every daughter born to ye shall die before it draws breath, to which ye will know pain and worse, I cast unto ye mine blood curse.”  ~ Vadoma

CHAPTER ONE

Appalachian Mountains, Virginia 1723

Pril Peddler lifted the green shawl from her trunk and wrapped it around her bare arms. The change in seasons brought a damp chill to the morning air, and the heavy woolen wrap kept her warm. She peeked at the small face huddled under the blankets at the back of the wagon. The charm above the child swayed on the string Pril had hung it from. A dull ache hummed in her chest when she thought of the horrific loss her clan had been dealt.
The evil was near, and she’d need to work another spell to keep them safe. Late for counsel with her brother, Galius, she kissed the soft cheek of her daughter before heading to the door.
Hand up, she shaded her eyes from the bright sun as she stepped from the back of the vardo. She pulled the heavy burlap curtain down to close the opening and walked toward Galius.
“Your steps are light this morning, Sister. One would think you did not want to be heard,” Galius said as he stirred the coffee beans inside the metal pot.
Tension twisted her gut. He was right; she did not want this counsel. She did not know what to say. She let the flicker of merriment in her brother’s eyes wash over her relaxing the muscles in her shoulders.
“My step is the same.” She poked him with her finger trying to ease her own nerves and his as well.
His lips lifted as if to smile, and she held her breath. It’d been weeks since he smiled. Pril’s heart ached, and her lips trembled.
He held up the bubbling pot. “Would you like a cup?”
        She inhaled the aroma of strong coffee beans and nodded taking a seat on a wooden stump by the fire.
He handed her a cup and sat down across from her.
The wood crackled, and sparks jumped from the heat onto the ground in front of her. She tipped her chin concentrating on what to say next. Ever since the murder of her niece, she’d not been able to hold a conversation with either of her brothers without offering apologies. This morning was no different. She could not look Galius in the eyes and see the anguish and sorrow within them.
The Monroes had come again.
They’d never be safe.
She blinked away the tears hovering against her thick lashes. Tsura was asleep in her wagon, while another was lost to them forever. The door of her brother’s wagon creaked open and Milosh’s wife, Magda, stepped out. Black circles settled around her sunken eyes, and Pril felt the stab in her chest once more. Long brown hair fell untied down the woman’s back. The black clothes she’d put on weeks ago hung on her body unchanged and wrinkled from sleep. Milosh came from behind their wagon, a jar of honey in his hand. Pril stood when Galius’ large hand grabbed her wrist.
“They are not wanting to see you today, Sister.”
She heard the regret in his voice, swallowed past the guilt in her own throat and nodded. Milosh hadn’t spoken a single word to her since the death of his child. He blamed her, and it was clear so did Magda.
“I…I’m so sorry, Galius.”
He didn’t reply right away, and without seeing it, she knew he had wiped the tears from his eyes. “Alexandra’s death is not your fault.”
The words were spoken because they needed to be. Gypsies stayed together no matter what. They were family. There was no truth to his words, and Pril knew it.
“Are you going after them?” she asked.
“I hold no power, no spells flow from my lips. I am strong, yes, but they are stronger.” He stared at her, his eyes pleading. “We need the pendant.”
Guilt thickened her tongue; the gritty residue clung to her lips and tasted bitter.
The talisman had been in their family for generations, blessed by each new Chuvani. Vadoma had promised her the pendant before she died, but Pril never saw it, and there had been no time to search for the jewel when they fled. 
“Without the pendant we cannot break the curse. We cannot protect our people.”
She knew this. They all knew this, but no one had a clue as to where the talisman was. She’d tried to call an image forward, to make a finding spell, but nothing worked.
“We have lost one of our own. Our clan is frightened. They have lost faith. We cannot fight the Monroes. We have neither the numbers nor the skill.” He took a long drink of his coffee. “And neither do you.”
She glanced at him.
“I know you, Sister. You’re planning to take Tsura.”
Pril sighed. She did not know what else to do. The Monroes were coming for her child. Alexandra had died because of that. Milosh and Magda hated her.
“Running is not going to change anything.”
“It will save lives. It will…help Milosh and Magda to heal.”
“No, it will not. Running will get you and Tsura killed and that is all.”
“How can you look at me when you know what I’ve brought to our family, when you know that this is all because of me?”
Galius blew out a long breath that moved his thick beard from his lips. She watched through tear filled eyes as his bottom lip quivered.
“Vadoma put this burden on you. For that, we do not judge.”
Their sister had died a vile death. She’d betrayed their clan and had hung while being burned. Pril ached for her sister’s guidance and counsel. She yearned to know that what she was doing was right.
“We had a plan, and up until Alexandra’s death it worked. We will rethink and come up with something better—stronger.”
The plan was simple. Dress the girls as boys, and the Monroes wouldn’t find them. But someone had figured out Alexandra was a girl. Someone had told the Monroes. They came for her, stealing the precious child in the middle of the night. The morning two weeks before, as the clan frantically searched for her, a harrowing scream Pril would never forget echoed across the land. Milosh found his daughter’s body by the river, her neck broken. 
She raised a shaky hand to her mouth so she wouldn’t let out the sob she held against her lips.
“I have enough for one more protection spell.” She lied; her forehead ached because of it.
He glanced at her, his eyes showing no emotion. “You will concoct another.”
“I cannot.”
He frowned.
“The spell has the oil Vadoma blessed. Without it, Tsura is at the mercy of the Monroes and so are we.”
Galius pumped his large hands into tight fists. “Surly you can think of another?”
“I cannot. Vadoma placed the blood curse. It is only with the blessed oil that I am able to create the spell to keep danger away. The oil is almost gone.”
He worked his jaw. “That gypsy whore—
 She held up her hand to stop him from blaspheming their sister. It wasn’t right. It brought evil to curse your own, and Pril would have none of it.
“Our sister had her reasons. Leave it be.”
“Reasons? She betrayed us. Left us with a curse we cannot break and wealthy plantation owners hunting our very hides—killing our children!”
She hung her head unable to look at him. What could she say? He was right. Her very niece had died but thirteen days ago.

About the Author:

Kat Flannery’s love of history shows in her novels. She is an avid reader of historical, suspense, paranormal, and romance. She has her Certificate in Freelance and Business Writing. A member of many writing groups, Kat enjoys promoting other authors on her blog. She’s been published in numerous periodicals throughout her career.

Her debut novel CHASING CLOVERS has been an Amazon Top 100 Paid bestseller. LAKOTA HONOR and BLOOD CURSE (Branded Trilogy) are Kat’s two award-winning novels and HAZARDOUS UNIONS is Kat’s first novella. Kat is currently hard at work on her next book.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.