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Book Four of the Witch Guardian Fantasy Romance Series
Brenna Ross is trapped in her own mind. Possessed by the Marwolaeth, that is slowly killing her, it uses her to murder those she loves. As hard as she struggles to regain control of her body, she can’t break free. Still, she will fight, desperately trying to tell her sister she’s sorry.
Marcus Ondine knew the moment the little witch and her older sister walked into his pub, The Blue Dolphin, that she was “the one” – what the magical folk call his “Destined One”. Now he’s returned to Earth to find her possessed by the Marwolaeth. Only by taking her to his home world of Aquarias can he save her from death, but what will happen when she wakes and finds herself in an underwater world? AmazonAmazon-UKiTunesKoboBarnes and NobleSmashwords
Does a horse mentioned in a romance novel need a name?
If you’ve read the books in the Highland Gardens series, you may recall that Caitrina rides a white stallion. The fae horse is mentioned in a couple of the books, but never by name.
In Just Beyond the Garden Gate, the fae horse is mentioned sort of as description…
When they cleared the forest and road into the glen, a mysterious woman galloped out of the mist. Tinkling music filled the air. She raced toward them across the moor, her flaming red hair flying behind her like a pennon billowing in the wind. She rode a handsome white steed with a golden bridle and with golden bells plaited in his mane. The stallion was a fine beast, fast as wind, with an arched neck and broad chest. His nostrils flared; his ears laid back.
Something similar from Just Wait For Me…
A red-haired woman, richly garbed in green velvet and fur, sat a magnificent white steed with golden bridle and golden bells plaited in its mane. The beast stomped a hoof and snorted steam from flared nostrils, impatient for action. The lady murmured something in an ancient tongue and the animal calmed.
I think the stallion needs a name for the next book in the series, Just His Fae Kiss, especially since the tale is about Caitrina and Douglas. I expect Caitrina will have more interaction with the animal in this story and I hope the fae horse will become a character himself.
So I need your help. I’m running a contest over on my Facebook author page, Dawn Marie Hamilton, to find a name for Caitrina’s steed. Consider heading over there and entering the contest pinned to the top of the page. I sure will appreciate your help.
The contest will run through December 13th. Good luck!
I need to stretch this blog’s description, so bear with me. Yes, this is a blog about all the supernatural-based books we four authors are known for, but I recently tried my hand at contemporary romance, with action and adventure mixed in. The latest book, released November 3rd, is
What? No supernatural, paranormal, or hocus-pocus? Nope.
However, this story has the supernatural of nature, with waterfalls, a rushing river, and a devastating storm. The beauty of nature is shared as well.
An artist bored with the city life and a Manhattan lawyer itching to escape his father’s control wind up in a New Hampshire campground. A coincidence? Not likely!
*a personal note: With Every Kiss: an Opportunity Falls novel was released November 3rd. Since this is also my birthday month, I am giving away an Artist’s Assortment of Goodies.
Find out more about my new book, locate all the buy links AND enter my Artist’s Prize Package Giveaway on my blog HERE
Happy Discoverer’s Day. How do you celebrate? I like to think of all the people who have gone before and those who will go boldly forward in the future.
The idea of visiting other places or planets is exciting. What will we find? A new species? How do they govern themselves? What kind of communities will they share? How do they procreate? Do they feel emotions? Have eyes and ears or are they telepathic?
As an author, I have the ability to answer some of these questions while writing my books. I am currently working on Aqua Magic, where my hero and heroine encounter an underwater world.
It was fun to decide how they govern themselves, what their cities look like and how their communities work.
I know it’s not the same as going boldly into the unknown, but I can get a sense of what that might be like as I build my literary new world. What do you think is the most important discovery in writing a story in a new world? Leave your ideas in the comment section below.
Thank you. I hope you have a great Discoverer’s Day!
Book Four of the Witch Guardian Romance Series
Brenna Ross is trapped in her own mind. Possessed by a Marwolaeth, that is slowly killing her, it used her to murder those she loves. As hard as she struggles to regain control of her body, she can’t break free. Still she will fight, desperately trying to tell her sister she’s sorry.
Marcus Ondine knew the minute the little witch and her older sister walked into his pub, The Blue Dolphin, that she was “the one” — what the magical folk call his “Destined One.” Now he’s returned to Earth to find her possessed by the Marwolaeth. Only by taking her to his home world of Aquarius can he save her from death, but what will happen when she wakes and finds herself in an underwater world?
My recent annual road trip took me from Raleigh, North Carolina to the Poconos of Pennsylvania, through the Delaware Water Gap, and finally to New Hampshire. This part of our 1,890 mile 9 day trip was pretty uneventful. We volunteered at the NH Highland Games surrounded by kilts. Yum!
The trip home was a bit different. We stopped in Bridgeport, Connecticut for the night, then boarded the 9 a.m. ferry that took us to Port Jefferson, on Long Island. We saved about 100 miles of driving near New York City. However, the black clouds of Hurricane
Jose followed us. You could see them off the eastern tip of Long Island, making the ferry ride across the Long Island Sound choppy.
Visiting family, the deluge reached us, but dissipated long enough for me to take photos of the home in Huntington I grew up in, and the cemetery where my maternal grandmother is buried.
While having lunch, the rain reappeared, then we outran it by driving through Brooklyn, Staten Island, and into New Jersey. I feel for the people hit hard by Harvey, Jose, and Maria.
Today is the last day of summer and tomorrow the first day of autumn. I love this time of year with its cooler temperatures. Recently, I spent a few days in Annapolis, MD. I enjoy hanging out in the historic section of town and taking in the sights. Kimberly and Robert from my paranormal romance, Sea Panther, visited Annapolis during their December cruise along the coast headed for Florida and Robert’s Florida panther refuge in the Everglades.
They traveled on a 90-foot sailing yacht named Sea Panther (also Robert’s nickname) and harbored in Annapolis while Robert was to meet with a boat builder to discuss the renovation of the yacht. Much, much more happened.
While there, Kimberly shopped along the cobblestone streets and visited a shop with mostly wool merchandise based on an actual store on West street.
An Excerpt from Sea Panther:
After dinner, the boys headed farther into town to hit the bars. Not inclined to join them in the carousing, Kimberly strolled the main drag where stores were open late for holiday shopping.
Glitzy seasonal decorations sparkled everywhere. The sight of animated Santa’s elves plying their trade on high tech electronic toys behind the plate-glass storefront of a hardware shop made her chuckle.
Kimberly suppressed the urge to enter a brightly lit jewelry store. She couldn’t afford to feed her fetish. But on approaching one of the trendy boutiques, the wintry window display drew her in. It was love-at-first-sight with the wool merchandise. While admiring a red cashmere sweater dress, her cell phone rang. Darn. She’d lost track of time.
Sarah’s number lit the screen. Her sister’s phone batteries must be good for a change.
“Hey,” she whispered into the phone not wanting to disturb the other shoppers.
“Are you okay? I went to pick up your car. One of my guy friends went with me. Thank God. ’Cause someone broke into the car. And the cops—”
“Slow down. What happened?” Kimberly’s pulse raced.
“I’m trying to tell you. Someone shot out the light on the lamppost over your car at the marina and smashed the passenger side window.”
“You’re kidding. Right?”
“I wouldn’t kid about a thing like this.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Why would someone break into her car? She’d only left clothes in it.
“Kim? What where they looking for?”
“No idea. Tell me the whole story.”
“The police searched the car. Lifted some prints. They’re checking to see if any match the ones found in your room at the B&B. I told them about the hit man. They questioned Mr. Romano. Of course, he denies involvement.”
“Oh, Sarah, you didn’t. He’ll never forgive me.”
“What does it matter? He’s not your client anymore.”
Kimberly looked heavenward. Her sister didn’t get it. Sarah didn’t understand the importance of maintaining professional contacts.
“What else did the cops say?”
“They’ll let me know if they learn anything from the prints.”
“Was my car damaged?” The darn thing would probably cost a fortune to fix.
“Only the window and I had it repaired. And hey, all my friends think I look really cool driving around in a shiny black Beemer.”
“Be careful. That car is the only valuable possession I have left.”
“Yeah, it’s a good thing you paid it off before Jerky Jason came into your life.”
“I don’t want to go there,” Kimberly murmured, tired of Sarah’s constant reminders of how rotten her ex had been.
“Gotta hang up. Boss is calling for me. Be careful. Love you.”
“Love you too.” Kimberly pressed the End button and returned the cell phone to her purse. She glanced through the large plate-glass window into the street at the holiday shoppers strolling by. Unease tightened the muscles across her chest.
Just how much danger was she in? Was someone trying to scare her or was someone out to hurt her?
Needing a distraction from the mounting fear, she wandered to the next clothing rack and fingered the soft weave of a mohair cape. The tactile sensation soothed. Suddenly the hairs on her arms rose. Someone stood behind her. Heart pounding too fast, she spun to meet the captain’s intense gaze.
“Ach, lass, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He stepped closer.
Kimberly released the breath she held and willed her pulse to slow to a normal pace. “It’s okay. I’m not usually the nervous type. You must have caught me during a rare moment.” She didn’t want him to think she jumped every time a man came near.
The captain fondled the forest green cape she’d been admiring, and a delicious chill shivered along her spine. For a man with large hands, he had a gentle touch. What would those long fingers feel like caressing her skin? The thought of him massaging her breasts the way he did the wool caused a shot of lust to rush through her system.
Chills and fever. What a potent mix.
“This garment would look beautiful on you,” he said.
“Thank you.” She lowered her head to hide a flushed face. “I’m afraid I can’t afford it.”
“Will you tell me why a woman with a quick mind like yours is out of work and homeless?”
His question was blunt and to the point—a splash of cold water to raging hormones. How she’d landed in the current situation was the last thing she wanted to explain. She raised a wary gaze to meet his. “Captain MacLachlan, I—”
“Never mind.” He waved an arm as if to erase his words. “I did not mean to put such deep sadness into your eyes.”
“Excuse me. We’re closing,” one of the shop’s employees interrupted. Her gaze lingered on Robert as if to say, you’re welcome to stay.
“We are leaving,” he said to the woman then smiled at Kimberly. “Come. Walk with me.”
She followed him out onto the sidewalk. Cars slowly drove by on the one-way street. If a hit man was after her, in truth, he could be anywhere. She tamped down on her nerves, feeling foolish, refusing to believe someone wanted to harm her. It didn’t make sense. Her ex-clients were respectable businessmen. The burglaries had to be a bizarre coincidence. After all, she’d left the car in a nearly deserted marina. No wonder someone broke into it.
The Labor Day holiday has different meanings to different folks. In many towns in the United States, children are already back to school. Many workers have the Monday holiday off from work, and many are also ‘paid’ holiday pay.
What about me? I retired from my state job as a 9-1-1 dispatcher to write fulltime. No more weekly paychecks; no more paid health insurance or vacation days. If I do not work on Labor Day, nothing changes. However, I try not to shop at businesses that make their people work. It’s my choice, because people should have a chance to enjoy family and friends as we say good-bye to summer.
I am a writer, and since I released a new book on September 1st, my weekend is filled with promoting its release as I do my best to get the word out. My latest book, With Every Heartbeat, is a contemporary romance, but I have also put my Scottish Fantasy Romance novella, Shimmer: The Beginning, on sale for $.99 for a limited time. You can find all my book Buy Links on Nancy’s Books Page.