Friday, June 19, 2015

A.R. Von's Cover Reveal for ENVY'S CURSE!

ENVY’S CURSE COVER REVEAL

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Blurb: 

For every gift there is a price, even for the gods. Medusa and Poseidon have nurtured their secret love for one another for years, until one fateful day, they succumb. But for that moment of bliss, the price is steep indeed. Can Poseidon save the woman he loves from a curse that will mean death to them both? 








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About A.R. Von


A.R. was born and raised in Bronx, NY and is the oldest daughter of two girls. She holds an Associate's Degree in Computer Science and Information Technology, which was only briefly used. She's a mother of two entertaining teen boys (as well as a lovely fawn Chihuahua, whom she considers her furry daughter.) She's also a wife to a delightfully handsome and amazingly funny man-beast. She loves anything dragon and fantasy related. In her free time she enjoys exercising, listening to music, hiking, cooking, dancing and writing. She also loves a great adventure in and out of a book!
She writes to free her mind of its constant wondering and priceless clutter. She thrives on the fact she can share some of it with readers that have the same passion for a great story.

She also loves to hear from her reader's and chat away, so feel free to reach out to her any time.

Website: http://ar-von.com/

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6938994.A_R_Von
 




Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Favorite Heroines Giveaway Hop (June 17-24)

June 17th-24th we're sharing our favorite kickass heroines! Come meet these awesome ladies and find out why they're the best of the best. Be sure to stop by each blog. There's a giveaway at every stop!

WE HAVE WAY TOO MANY HEROINES TO NAME FOR YOU ALL. SO WE'RE JUST GOING TO DO A GIVEAWAY :-)

BE SURE TO HOP AROUND TO ALL OF THE OTHER STOPS!




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GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!



1. Vox Libris  32. Books Books and More Books  
2. herding cats & burning soup  33. Taking Time for Mommy (INT)  
3. Fangs, Wands and Fairy Dust (US)  34. Margo Bond Collins  
4. Angel's Guilty Pleasures  35. Reading Reality (INT)  
5. RhiReading  36. Erin Hayes  
6. Dani Harper, PNR Author  37. Poppy Lawless  
7. Alicia @ Addicted Readers (INT)  38. Melanie Karsak  
8. I Smell Sheep  39. Natasha Blackthorne  
9. vicky @ Deal sharing aunt  40. LilyElement (INT)  
10. Debra @ 3 Partners in Shopping  41. Sharon Kleve  
11. My Book Snack (US)  42. Joanne Jaytanie  
12. BookHounds (INT)  43. Samna Ghani  
13. BookHounds YA (INT)  44. Tory Richards  
14. Linda Mooney's Other Worlds of Romance  45. A.R. Von (INT)  
15. Brittney's Book Nook  46. Romance Book Junkies  
16. MYTHICAL BOOKS (INT)  47. Sheri Fredricks  
17. Dianne Duvall, Author  48. Lindsay Avalon  
18. Nana Prah  49. Robyn Neeley  
19. Jessica @ Thoughts At One In The Morning  50. Carrie L Wells  
20. Simply Angela  51. Ella Malone  
21. Cerian@Rookie Romance (INT)  52. Sexy Romance Novels (INT)  
22. Savings in Seconds (US)  53. Zoe Forward  
23. Reading Romances (INT)  54. Melissa Blue  
24. Leigh Ellwood, Romance Author  55. Holley Trent (INT)  
25. Phaze Books  56. Textual Love (INT)  
26. Frances Pauli  57. Tabitha Conall  
27. AReCafe  58. kelly @BookCrushin  
28. Kathryn Lively, Writer  59. Books, Bones & Buffy (INT)  
29. David Lee Summers  60. Read for your future!!  
30. Book Liaison  61. Amber Ella Monroe  
31. ExciteSteam  

Friday, June 5, 2015

Despite the Odds by Chris T. Kat


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Blurb:
Never judge a book by its cover.

Michael Campbell can’t hold a job for more than a few days. He’s lucky his foreman is giving him another chance with the solar panel project at a primary school in Atlantic City. When he spies a man walking strangely in front of the school, Michael laughs, assuming he’s drunk or high. Little does he realize that Joshua Stone, a teaching assistant, has cerebral palsy, and he’s having a bad muscle control day. Taking a tumble right in front of the handsome construction worker is just his luck.

When Michael learns the truth, he feels badly for his cruel behavior. He offers to give Joshua—and his tricycle, the Racing Rhonda—a lift. Joshua accepts the help, and suddenly there’s a gorgeous man breezing into his life, turning his world upside down. But Michael has more issues than his inability to hold down a job, and neither man is sure if they’ll be able to overcome their fears in order to be together.


Excerpt
Henderson bulldozed right into Michael’s personal space, surprising him with the action. “You stupid son of a bitch!”
“Hey! No calling my mother names, okay?” Michael tried to joke. He’d never seen Henderson this angry. Neither did he care to have all this anger directed at him. Sure, he could hold his own if necessary, but he was more a run-away-if-there’s-trouble kind of guy.
“Do you know who that was?”
“A drunk who shouldn’t set foot on school property?” Michael hazarded.
Henderson’s eyes narrowed to small slits when he replied, “His name is Joshua Stone, and he isn’t drunk. He’s a teaching assistant who works here.”
“He looked drunk to me.”
Henderson closed his eyes, obviously trying to rein in his temper, before he put a bit more distance between them. “Mr. Stone is disabled, hence the way he walks. It’s not always that obvious, but he was carrying books, a lot of books, which threw off his balance. He’s a very good teaching assistant. He doesn’t deserve to be laughed at by someone like you, who can’t even take care of himself.”
That stung.


Chris T. Kat
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.


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Monday, June 1, 2015

Voracious Vixens

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Voracious Vixens (13 Novels of Sexy Horror & Hot Paranormal Romance) AUTHOR – V.M Black, Mandy Lou Dowson, Leanore Elliott, Eden Elsworth, Marissa Farrar, Carole Gill, Travis Luedke, A.K Michaels, Simon Oneill, Charity Parkerson, Lola St. Vil, A.R. Von, Ashen White GENRE – Paranormal/Horror Romance PUBLICATION DATE – July 6. 2015 COVER ARTIST – Sassy Queens of Design GOODREADS https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25575594-voracious-vixens

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Available at $0.99 for limited period are these thirteen paranormal novels and novellas of Voracious Vixens in one collection! Satisfaction guaranteed from New York Times & Amazon bestselling authors. Discover these supernatural females as they battle for supremacy in alpha-dominated worlds. Sexy, sultry, and strong, these women make formidable allies and dangerous foes.
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AUTHOR BIO

V.M Black - New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author currently working exclusively in the Aethereal Bonds world.
Mandy Lou Dowson -Mandy started reading at quite a young age and her appetite for the written word has only increased with time.
Leanore Elliott - "Leanore is a multi-genre Author, cover designer and editor...A dreamer who helps others make their dreams become a reality...
Eden Elsworth - Eden Elsworth lives in Dorset, England, with her teenage son, her partner and fellow author, Jack Silince, and a lunatic cat.
Marissa Farrar - Marissa Farrar is the author of fifteen novels. Since she is married, with three young children, she conducts her affairs with hot guys of the fictional persuasion.
Carole Gill - Carole Gill is published by Creativia. She is the author of the award-winning The Blackstone Vampires Series. Justine: Into the Blood is Book 1 in her new series. She is currently working on her eighth book, a novel about Blood Countess, Erzsebat Bathory.
Travis Luedke - NY Times and USA Today bestseller Travis Luedke spends his days and nights plotting world domination through erotic paranormal badassery & urban fantasy.
A.K Michaels - A K Michaels, Ava, is an award winning indie author of Paranormal Romance With A Bite and has several scorching series available.
Simon Oneill - is a paranormal fantasy author for teens and adults with a hint of romance and horror soon to be seen on the big screen.
Charity Parkerson - Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing, Indie Publishing House LLC, and Punk & Sissy Publications.
Lola St. Vil - is a is a NYT & USA Today best selling author. She has two series of paranormal romance books and has just completed her latest book, Noru 4: When Angels Break
A.R. Von - A.R. is the author of the Wunder Series, Destiny series, Blood Dance and many other tantalizing treats for your eyes and minds.
Ashen White - Amazon Best Selling Author Ashen White writes the kind of stories you love to get lost in. Rich in detail, she believes in making her readers not just read her stories, but wants them to become part of the action, the passion, the sights, the sounds, the smells!

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Friday, May 29, 2015

Alterity cover reveal


Title: Alterity        
Series: Alterity, Book 1
Tagline: Passion. Love. Music.
Author: Ashlynne Laynne
Publisher: Q-Rotic Press
Cover Art: Willsin Rowe
Genre: Romance

Sub-genre: Rocker, Interracial/Multicultural, Contemporary



From the award-winning author of the Progeny Series comes a different type of love story. Alterity is book one of a romance-based succession focusing on passion, love, and music.

A man struggling to gain his independence…       
Every aspect of Austin MacKenzie’s life is governed by a generations-old code instituted by his Scottish forefathers. But rather than be groomed to take over the family empire, he struggles to free himself from the bonds of an arranged marriage to a woman within Scottsdale’s societal circles.

A woman simply struggling to survive…   
Raised by a drug-addicted mother in one of the roughest parts of Phoenix, Liz Carlisle just wants a way out. A nursing student, she’s determined to make a difference and reach her ultimate goal of becoming a pediatric nurse.

With music as a common ground…
After a chance encounter at a band audition, Austin and Liz discover that they share a love of music. Despite their differences, an attraction forms that will alter their lives forever and rip their worlds apart.


Excerpt:
“I want you,” he confessed, deciding he was no longer able to maintain a reasonable amount of distance, “more than I want to draw my next breath. I can’t just be your friend anymore. My feelings go way deeper. Something’s happening between us. I know it’s only been a short time, but I can’t think straight. For the first time in my life, I’m free to imagine a future that’s so different from anything I’ve ever dreamed. I want you in that future.”

Speaking the truth, aloud, made things so much clearer.

Lifting her head from his beating heart, Liz made eye contact again, her gaze liquid and accessing. Placing his hand over her chest, she asked, “Can you feel that? This is what you do to me.” Her heart thumped against his palm, beating in a rhythm that closely mimicked his own. “I understand why we can’t make love, and I’m okay with waiting and taking things slow.” She paused, her stare tunneling deeper. “As long as we get there someday.”

He whispered, “Is breá liom tú,” against her lips, speaking the words he’d heard his father say to his mother hundreds of time. It was a tender term of endearment he didn’t speak lightly, because it meant he was surrendering a part of himself to Liz. The fact that he’d spoken it in the tongue of his Scottish ancestors meant more.

And he did love her, more with each passing day.

A smile turned her lips up, her expression filled with wonder and confusion. “What did you just say?”

“I love you.” The weight of inevitability crushed Austin’s chest just as surely as the relief of full disclosure caused his heart to soar.

Liz straddled his lap, her arms winding around him as she sobbed into his neck. “I love you, too, Texas.”

Austin crushed her to him, cherishing each inch of her skin with the pads of his fingertips. He was no longer in a state of alterity, because he’d unearthed that singular sense of contentment that only came from finding the other half of your soul. His heart was no longer lost because it was knit to hers, his whole world existing right there in her arms. Their mouths joined, accepting and tasting one another, and Austin was well aware that he was losing his way. Falling. Feeling. Compromising everything he’d ever been told for one tiny moment. He felt the commotion of his chaotic life calm to a crawl with each soft caress of her lips. Liz was stripping him bare, and he was bargaining eternity for the love of a raven-haired angel who was slowly taking him over.




Ashlynne Laynne is the author of contemporary romance and the award-winning erotic paranormal romance succession, The Progeny Series, as well as an accomplished songwriter and poet. She’s an avid horror movie fan, admitted vamp groupie, and lover of all things Celtic. A hopeless romantic, she’s always had a thing for the fanged ones and hot guys in kilts.                                                                                                                                                      
Ashlynne writes on the edge and combines erotica and romance in sensual tales that always feature heroes with heart. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading, and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively in the future.
                                                                                                           
Ms. Laynne is an advocate of autism research and is currently working on a project to benefit the cause. She lives in the southern United States with her husband and son.   


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Passion. Love. Music.          
                                                       
The Alterity Series is not your ordinary rocker romance succession, and Austin Mackenzie isn’t some caricature meant to epitomize the proverbial bad boy. His life is governed by a generations-old code that influences every facet of his existence. When he meets nursing student, Liz Carlisle, they discover a mutual passion for music and one another.

This series is contemporary romance intended for adults and contains adult sensuality, language, and themes.

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Friday, May 8, 2015

Cover Reveal of Aconite

Remember this was the cover.....


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The cover re reveal of Aconite
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Who knew a truck stop post card would send Alexis Davis' life spiraling out of control only to discover a supernatural destiny that she never knew existed.
Not wanting to follow in her mother's footsteps, she embarks on a new adventure. Armed with a fresh tattoo and desire for freedom, she winds up in the quaint fishing town of Reedsport, Oregon.
Alex meets two men that awaken something frightening that was buried deep inside her very soul. Soon the lines between her past, present, and future become blurred.
Now Alexis must decide who she can trust. A dark and mysterious coven that believes she is the only one who can restore their power that was lost long ago....or the two men who have hated each other for centuries because of her.


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and of course you want the blurb of Eterna....
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Faced with the realization that not only do witches, werewolves and who knows what else truly exist. Alexis Davis comes face to face with fate.

The Elekita have played their hand and now it is time for her to decide if she will rise to the occasion or succumb to her volatile destiny.

As Alexis’ power rises, danger seems to pop up at every turn. A past, present and future that span over this life and the lives that she has lost, haunt her every dream. Glimpses into who she has yet to be, cause her to question each decision she is forced to make.

Alexis comes face to face with revelations that may ultimately help or hinder. Alliances questioned as she heads full force into a storm built from revelations, secrets and lies.

While fighting for, not only her fate, but the fate of the world, loves seems to have picked a fight of its own. A choice between a dark and brooding Sebastian Gates and Jonathon Evans with his kind heart and tender soul is made more difficult as motives are questioned and truths become lies.

Can this life become the last?



Will Alexis tap into her control and finally get the answers she deserves?


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and now for the REVEAL OF ETERNA Book 2




So what do you think??

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Liberty Tour

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Liberty, second edition AUTHOR – Kim Iverson Headlee GENRE – Historical Romance (ancient Rome) PUBLICATION DATE – Dec. 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 462 pages/118K words PUBLISHER – Pendragon Cove Press COVER ARTIST – Natasha Brown BOOK INFO - http://kimiversonheadlee.blogspot.com/p/liberty.html

BOOK SYNOPSIS

They hailed her “Liberty,” but she was free only to obey—or die.
Betrayed by her father and sold as payment of a Roman tax debt to fight in Londinium’s arena, gladiatrix-slave Rhyddes feels like a wild beast in a gilded cage. Celtic warrior blood flows in her veins, but Roman masters own her body. She clings to her vow that no man shall claim her soul, though Marcus Calpurnius Aquila, son of the Roman governor, makes her yearn for a love she believes impossible.
Groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps and trapped in a politically advantageous betrothal, Aquila prefers the purity of combat on the amphitheater sands to the sinister intrigues of imperial politics, and the raw power and athletic grace of the flame-haired Libertas to the adoring deference of Rome’s noblewomen.
When a plot to overthrow Caesar ensnares them as pawns in the dark design, Aquila must choose between the Celtic slave who has won his heart and the empire to which they both owe allegiance. Knowing the opposite of obedience is death, the only liberty offered to any slave, Rhyddes must embrace her arena name—and the love of a man willing to sacrifice everything to forge a future with her.

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Liberty - Book Cover

EXCERPT

FINGERS CRAMPING AND shoulders aching from having wielded the pitchfork all day, Rhyddes ferch Rudd tossed another load of hay onto the wagon. Sweat trickled down her back, making the lash marks sting. Marks inflicted by her father, Rudd, the day before because eighteen summers of anguish had goaded her into speaking her mind.
Physical pain couldn’t compare with the ache wringing her heart.
She slid a glance toward the author of her mood. He stood a few paces away, leaning upon his pitchfork’s handle in the loaded wagon’s shade to escape the July heat as he conversed with her oldest brother, Eoghan. She couldn’t discern their words, but their camaraderie spoke volumes her envy didn’t want to hear.
Her father’s gaze met hers, and he lowered his eyebrows. “Back to work, Rhyddes!” On Rudd’s lips, her name sounded like an insult.
In a sense, it was.
Her name in the Celtic tongue meant “freedom,” but the horse hitched to the hay wagon enjoyed more freedom than she did. Her tribe, the Votadini, had been conquered by the thieving Romans, who demanded provisions for their troops, fodder for their mounts, women for their beds, and coin to fill the purses of every Roman who wasn’t a soldier.
If those conditions weren’t bad enough, for all the kindness her father had demonstrated during her first two decades, Rhyddes may as well have been born a slave.
She scooped up more hay. Resentment-fired anger sent wisps flying everywhere, much of it sailing over the wagon rather than landing upon it.
“Hey, mind what you’re doing!”
Owen, her closest brother in age and in spirit, emerged from the wagon’s far side, hay prickling his hair and tunic like a porcupine. Rhyddes couldn’t suppress her laugh. “’Tis an improvement. Just wait till the village lasses see you.”
“Village lasses, hah!” Sporting a wicked grin, Owen snatched up a golden fistful, flung it at her, and dived for her legs.
They landed in the fragrant hay and began vying for the upper hand, cackling like a pair of witless hens. When Owen thought he’d prevailed, Rhyddes twisted and rolled from underneath him. Her fresh welts stung, but she refused to let that deter her. He lost his balance and fell backward. She pounced, planting a knee on his chest and pinning his wrists to the ground over his head.
Victory’s sweetness lasted but a moment. Fingers dug into her shoulders, and she felt herself hauled to her feet and spun around. Owen’s face contorted to chagrin as he scrambled up.
“Didn’t get enough of the lash yestermorn, eh, girl?” Rudd, his broad hands clamped around her upper arms, gave her a teeth-rattling shake.
When she didn’t respond, he released her and rounded on Owen. “As for you—”
“Da, please, no!” Rhyddes stopped herself. Well she knew the futility of pleading with Rudd. Still, for Owen’s sake, she had to try. Her father’s scowl dared her to continue. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. “’Twas not Owen’s fault. I—” Sweat freshened the sting on her back, and she winced. “The fault is naught but mine.”
“Aye, that I can well believe.” Rudd grasped each sibling by an arm and strode across the hayfield toward the family’s lodge. “Owen can watch you take his lashes as well as yours. We’ll see if that won’t mend his ways.” The thin linen of her ankle-length tunic failed to shield her from his fingers, which had to be leaving bruises. Rhyddes gritted her teeth. Rudd seemed disappointed. “I doubt anything in this world or the next will make you mend yours.”
“You don’t want me to change. You’d lose your excuse to beat me.” Sheer impertinence, she knew, but she no longer cared.
“I need no excuses, girl.”
The back of his hand collided with her cheek. Pain splintered into a thousand needles across her face. She reeled and dropped to her hands and knees, her hair obscuring her vision in a copper cascade. Hay pricked her palms. Owen would have helped her rise, but their father restrained him. Owen blistered the ground with his glare, not daring to direct it at Rudd for fear of earning the same punishment.
Not that Rhyddes could blame him.
Rudd yanked her up, cocked a fist… and froze. “Raiders!”
Rhyddes whirled about. Picts were charging from the north to converge upon their settlement, the battle cries growing louder under the merciless afternoon sun. One of the storage buildings had already been set ablaze, its roof thatch marring the sky with thick black smoke.
Rudd shed his shock and sprinted for the living compound, calling his children by name to help him defend their home: Eoghan, Ian, Bloeddwyn, Arden, Dinas, Gwydion, Owen.
Every child except Rhyddes.
She ran to the wagon, unhitched the horse, found her pitchfork, scrambled onto the animal’s back, and kicked him into a jolting canter. The stench of smoke strengthened with each stride. Her mount pinned back his ears and wrestled her for control of the bit, but she bent the frightened horse to her will. She understood how he felt.
As they loped past the cow byre, a Pict leaped at them, knocking Rhyddes from the horse’s back. The ground jarred the pitchfork from her grasp. The horse galloped toward the pastures as Rhyddes fumbled for her dagger. Although her brothers had taught her how to wield it in a fight, until now she’d used it only to ease dying animals from this world.
But the accursed blade wouldn’t come free of the hilt.
Sword aloft, the Pict closed on her.
Time distorted, assaulting Rhyddes with her attacker’s every detail: lime-spiked hair, weird blue symbols smothering the face and arms, long sharp sword, ebony leather boots and leggings, breastplate tooled to fit female curves . . .
Female?
The warrior-woman’s sword began its descent.
From the corner of her eye Rhyddes saw her pitchfork. Grunting, she rolled toward it, praying to avoid her attacker’s blow.
Her left arm stung where the sword grazed it, but she snagged her pitchfork and scrambled to her feet. Unexpected eagerness flooded her veins.
As the Pict freed her weapon from where it had embedded in the ground, Rhyddes aimed the pitchfork and lunged. The tines hooked the warrior-woman’s sword, and Rhyddes twisted with all her strength. The Pict yelped as the sword ripped from her hand to go flying over the sty’s fence. Squealing in alarm, the sow lumbered for cover, trying to wedge her bulk under the trough.
With a savage scream, the warrior-woman whipped out a dagger and charged. Rhyddes reversed the pitchfork and jammed its butt into the Pict’s gut, under the breastplate’s bottom edge, robbing her of breath. She reversed it again and caught the raider under the chin with the pitchfork’s tines. As the woman staggered backward, flailing her arms and flashing the red punctures that marred her white neck, Rhyddes struck hard and knocked her down.
The warrior-woman looked heavier by at least two stone, but Rhyddes pinned her chest with her knee. She dropped the pitchfork and grasped her dagger, yanking it free. Grabbing a fistful of limed hair, she wrestled the woman’s head to one side to expose her neck.
The Pict bucked and twisted, trying to break Rhyddes’s grip. ’Twas not much different than wrestling a fever-mad calf.
Rhyddes’s deft slice ended the threat.
Blood spurted from the woman’s neck in sickening pulses.
Rhyddes stood, panting, her stomach churning with the magnitude of what she’d done. ’Twas no suffering animal she’d killed—and it could have been her lying there, pumping her lifeblood into the mud.
Bile seared her throat, making her gag. Pain lanced her stomach. Bent double, she retched out the remains of her morning meal, spattering the corpse.
After spitting out the last bitter mouthful and wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she drew a deep breath and straightened. As she turned a slow circle, her senses taking in the sights and sounds and stench of the devastation surrounding her, she wished she had not prevailed.
The news grew worse as she sprinted toward the lodge.
Of her seven brothers, the Picts had left Ian and Gwydion dead, her father and Owen wounded, the lodge and three outbuildings torched. She ran a fingertip over the crusted blood of her scratch, and she couldn’t suppress a surge of guilt.
Mayhap, she thought through the blinding tears as she ran to help what was left of her family, ’twould have been better had she died in the Pict’s stead.
The surviving raiders were galloping toward the tree line with half the cattle. The remaining stock lay stiffening in the fields, already attracting carrion birds.
Three days later, the disaster attracted scavengers of an altogether different sort.

CHARACTER BIOS

I am Rhyddes ferch Rudd, which in your tongue means Freedom daughter of Red. The blood of ancient Celtic warriors flows in my veins, though I am a farmer's daughter by the circumstance of my birth. My life spans much of the reign of the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius, one of a very few men ever to claim that title who did not abuse his power for personal gain—but I care not who rules and who dies in this gods-cursed empire.
More than anything—even more than my freedom—I yearn to be my lover Aquila’s equal. As a foreign slave in an empire where citizenship stands paramount, where an arena fighter such as I can only be considered the equal of other gladiators, actors, undertakers, and whores, this goal seems impossibly remote. Although Aquila is the son of a powerful Roman, he has declared that he would renounce his aristocratic status, wealth, and power for me, but I cannot in good conscience allow him to destroy himself on my account.
And yet the gods have granted the impossible to other mortals. I pray that I am worthy to receive such a boon from them, for surely divine assistance is the only way for Aquila and I to bridge the vast social chasm that separates us from enjoying a future together.

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AUTHOR BIO

Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, and assorted wildlife. People & creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins—the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-20th century—seem to be sticking around for a while yet.
Kim is a Seattle native (when she used to live in the Metro DC area, she loved telling people she was from "the other Washington") and a direct descendent of twentieth-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim's novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband's ancestor, the seventh-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.
For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon's Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her new imprint, Pendragon Cove Press.

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