Book Spotlight Blast: Daughter of the Sun

About the Book

Title: Daughter of the Sun (Cult of the Cat series, Book 1)

Author: Zoe Kalo

Genre: YA contemporary Egyptian mythological fantasy/paranormal

Word count: 93,000 words / 330 pages


Mystery, adventure, a hint of romance, and the delicious sweep of magic… 

16-year-old Trinity leads a quiet life until fate takes her to the Island of Cats.​

As Trinity tries to solve the mystery of an ancient papyrus, she’s pulled into a vortex of bloody sacrifices, evil curses, and a prophecy that points to a horrifying destiny. 

The author is giving away the first book in the series for FREE to readers who sign up for her mailing list on her website at 



“This was an amazing story!” –Hot Off the Shelves

​“Wow- this book was a stunning, magnificent adventure!” –The Recipe Fairy

​“If you are looking for a Young Adult Fantasy book that is different from the norm, then look no further. Daughter of the Sun is full of Egyptian mythology, with layer upon layer of mystery just waiting to be uncovered.” –Archaeolibrarian

About Zoe

 Storyteller at heart…

A certified bookworm and ailurophile, Zoe Kalo has always been obsessed with books and reading. The pleasure of writing and sharing her fantasy worlds has remained. Today, Zoe passes her stories to you with lots of mystery, adventure, a hint of romance, and the delicious sweep of magic.​

Currently, she balances writing with spending time with her family, taking care of her clowder of cats, and searching for the perfect bottle of pinot noir.

Connect with Zoe Kalo on the web: / Facebook / Twitter

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About the Book

An unidentified object parked on the moon – and no one seems to know where it came from. Gustavo, a middle-aged computer programmer with a comfortable and grey life, decides to make a list of what he would need to survive a hypothetical attack. He becomes obsessed with the list, spends a fortune, robs a drugstore: his own family thinks he is going insane. However, after the attack, it’s the insane who are well prepared for a new era in society. First book of a trilogy.

Book Excerpt from Masquerade

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Introducing… Hannah Fielding

Portrait of Hannah Fielding and photos of where she writes.

Portrait of Hannah Fielding and photos of where she writes.

Hannah Fielding is an incurable romantic. The seeds for her writing career were sown in early childhood, spent in Egypt, when she came to an agreement with her governess Zula: for each fairy story Zula told, Hannah would invent and relate one of her own. Years later – following a degree in French literature, several years of travelling in Europe, falling in love with an Englishman, the arrival of two beautiful children and a career in property development – Hannah decided after so many years of yearning to write that the time was now. Today, she lives the dream: writing full time at her homes in Kent, England, and the South of France, where she dreams up romances overlooking breath-taking views of the Mediterranean.
To date, Hannah has published four passionate, evocative novels: Burning Embers, a ‘romance like Hollywood used to make’, set in Kenya; the award-winning Echoes of Love, ‘an epic love story that is beautifully told’, set in Italy; and books 1 and 2 of the Andalusian Nights trilogy, set in sultry Spain, entitled Indiscretion and Masquerade. She is currently working on her fifth book, Legacy, which will publish this spring.

A glimpse of Masquerade

The loud noise of shrill klaxons and roaring motors brought them down to earth again with a bang, their breathing fast and uneven as they drew back from each other in alarm. Leandro looked at Luz enquiringly, still exhaling heavily.

‘Oh, no,’ she protested, her hand to her mouth, ‘it must be one o’clock. The guests will be leaving. You must go, Leandro! I have to get back to the hacienda before I’m missed.’

A faint smile crossed his handsome face as his eyes stroked her mouth but it was edged with frustration. ‘Pity, querida. We were getting on so well.’

‘Will I see you again?’ A shadow darkened her eyes. Why was he suddenly looking so desolate? ‘Where can I find you? Where can we meet?’ she asked desperately. Luz surprised herself, realizing only too well how forward she must sound and how far she had wanted – and still wanted – to go with this man who had so bewitched her.

Leandro’s eyes slid away as he stood up, a strange figure, sombre as his own shadow. Then he looked back at her with an intense, absorbing stare that held her in its spell.

‘I am forgetting myself, querida.’ He pulled the scarf back over his face so only the glimmer of his green eyes was visible once more. ‘Flowers in the darkness of night have an intoxicating scent,’ he murmured. ‘Are you sure that in the cold light of day you won’t turn away from it?’ But he didn’t wait for a reply. He looked her over with hooded eyes, bowed and then was gone, sucked up by the black hole of the night.

As his shadow disappeared behind the trees Luz blinked, disorientated. She sat for a moment, looking after him uneasily, biting her lower lip. Then she turned her attention back to the lake. The evening had ended a little too abruptly and she had the vague impression that Leandro’s mood had darkened. Had he been hurt by the fact that she had asked him to go? His parting words had undertones of bitterness, somehow intimating that Luz might be one of those society belles who got a kick out of flirting with gypsies. How wrong he was; she had lost her heart to him, she knew that now. Whenever he was there, everything else was eclipsed. She was twenty-four and had never fallen in love. If he wanted, she would follow him anywhere.

She shivered. The air had turned cold and a gentle wind sighed through the trees, penetrating her flimsy garments. She started back to the hacienda, a little heavy-hearted.


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Book Excerpt Freaksville

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IMG_6708“I thought it was obvious.” I slowly run my fingers through his hair, letting my other hand trail down his chest to his stomach. Stopping right at the waistband of his pants, making his eyes glaze over. Seeing this reaction I can’t stop myself from kissing his neck. Once, twice…nibbling on his earlobe, he growls loudly. “Devin?”
“Yes?” he hisses.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I yank his face close to mine.
He nods.
I barely let our lips touch when he grabs my hips and moves me on top of him where I’m straddling him. Under normal circumstances I would’ve yelped and punched him but we’re acting here.
Improv acting, maybe I should be an actress….
He gazes up at me, like we’re the only two in the room. I try to mimic the façade, hard to do when the table’s digging into your back. Grinning like he’s won the lottery, he moves some hair behind my ear. Resisting the urge to bite his fingers, I smile back. Like this isn’t bothering me or making me feel like a slut at all.
I’m so happy…ha.
“I don’t think I’ve ever—” I cut him off by leaning down and kissing him like his life depended on it. Which it kinda did, if you take a peek at the bigger picture. For example…say reporter dude writes a story about us suspicious kids and the town’s people research further? Some of my friends aren’t the best at lying. Eventually, it’d come out, and we’d all be dead. “If you say you love me, I’m really going to have to cut you,” I mumble against his lips.
“Thank you, Devlin,” he whispers back, digging his fingers into my hips. Instead of laughing like I want to, I kiss him again. Pushing my fingers through his soft hair, I hear him let out a soft moan which nearly makes me stop what I’m doing. Especially when he strengthens the kiss and pulls me tighter against him, letting me feel that he’s…oh seriously dude?

About the Book

Welcome to Westera, here you’ll find the most amazing views. This is the mountains, of course. If you look to your left you’ll find a nice couple cuddling on the park bench. It is chilly today, oh, wait…why is there blood coming from her neck?
Yes, here in Westera you do get those interesting views of the beautiful landscape. The waterfalls, the nice people. It’s a wonderful place to reside.
What most people don’t know is…that it’s also where the freaks reside.
Hello all, my name is Nessa and I’m a witch. My friends are vampires. We’re not evil, at least I’m pretty sure we’re not. And I do like people…for the most part.

About the Author

Ashley’s favorite thing to write about is basically anything to do with myths, supernatural, paranormal…but upon occasion she’ll write about normal teenage life. It comes somewhat naturally to her considering she’s nineteen herself.
If the vampires or other supernatural beings still haven’t claimed her, you’ll most likely find her with her computer, working on whatever story plots invaded her mind at that time. Like most teenagers, she’s still unsure of what all she wants to do with her life. Become a marine biologist, graphic designer, editor, fashion designer? Or maybe just stick to writing, we might find out one day.
She hopes to one day travel the world, take her mom to swim with the dolphins, and let her sister finally visit Graceland. She currently lives in North Carolina with her mom, sister, and three crazy dogs who think they’re human.
You can find her on her website:, or on pretty much any other social media site as AshKat174. You can probably find the links to those on her website.

Book Tours: Book Spotlight The Lady and the Minstrel

02_The Lady and the MinstrelThe Lady and the Minstrel
by Joyce DiPastena

Publication Date: January 29, 2015
Publisher: Sable Tyger Books
Formats: Ebook, Paperback
Pages: 601
ISBN: 9780986239618

Genre: Historical Fiction/Romance

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A forbidden love and a past they can’t leave behind . . .

In King John’s England, Robert Marcel chafes against the law that holds him bound as a villein on his lord’s manor. He tries to make a daring escape and is nearly caught by his cruel master, but a young girl helps him slip away.

Years pass and Robert takes up trade as a minstrel. Invited to play at a banquet for the notorious Earl of Saxton, he is stunned to come face to face with the girl he’s never forgotten—now Lady Marguerite of Winbourne, betrothed to the earl. Her status as a noblewoman puts her completely out of Robert’s reach, but he knows they are meant to be together. He vows to make her his wife no matter what the cost.

Lady Marguerite has often thought of the young man she helped escape. Her tender feelings for him quickly turn into much more when they are brought back into each other’s lives. She longs to be free to marry Robert, the man she loves, but that will require her to sacrifice all she holds dear.

They are tested at every turn by those bent on driving them apart and destroying what they have found together. Can their love truly conquer all?


“Why are you here? What do you want?” She wished to chill him again with her dignity, but the questions instead came out barely more than a whisper.

“To see you. To talk with you. To—” His voice snagged as the truth swept the impassive mask from his face. “Oh, heaven forgive me, to kiss you!”

His hand reached out again, then hesitated, hovering just below her chin. Instead of rebuffing him, she felt herself sway towards him ever so slightly. His fingertips, calloused from his lute’s strings, brushed against her cheekbone. Then her cheek cradled gently in his palm and the midnight eyes, no longer veiled, gazed into hers with a longing that took away her breath.

“I have thought of nothing but you since you gazed at me in the village today.” His voice shook slightly as the words spilled out in a rush. “Then when you smiled at me in the hall, I knew I was lost. I cannot hope to court you. I am only a poor minstrel, and you are betrothed to the Earl of Saxton. But one kiss—just one!—I would cherish to the end of my days. Just one, if you will grant it—and then I will be gone.”

Gone? Let him go now, when she had only just found him? Heaven could not be so cruel as to ask her to send him away so soon! If it took a kiss to bind him—

He must have taken her silence as assent, for he pulled her against his chest. He held her firmly, yet so gently that the embrace brought no pain to her back. Marguerite had never been in a man’s arms before. Her heart raced so hard a pleasurable little buzz of dizziness hummed through her mind and body. He did not look like a man who often hesitated to take what he wanted and yet when he bent his head towards hers, he checked himself just short of her lips. It was that instant of uncertainty in him, briefer than a heartbeat, that nudged her leap of faith in his honor and lifted her willing mouth and drifted shut her eyes.

And then she felt his mouth on hers, gentle, warm, strong, yet somehow cautious, as if weighing something in her, as if waiting … for what? Outrage on her part? Resistance? Oh, heavens! If Marguerite had felt dizzy before, her senses now swam in earnest, and she wound her arms around his neck and let her body melt against him and kissed him back as if all her future hung on this one moment.



“DiPastena portrays . . . the world Robert and Marguerite inhabit, with a great deal of confidence and skill; this is a deeply-researched book that wears its learning very lightly, and it bears comparison well with other great novels of the Middle Ages. I loved the book and highly recommend it.” ~ Historical Novel Society

“A grand novel of epic proportions . . . Both Marguerite and Robert are rich characters with much depth and background. . . . The storyline is unique . . . The solution to Marguerite’s problem is inspiring!” ~ InD’Tale Magazine

ABOUT THE AUTHOR03_Joyce DiPastena

Joyce DiPastena dreamed of green medieval forests while growing up in the dusty copper mining town of Kearny, Arizona. She filled her medieval hunger by reading the books of Thomas B. Costain (where she fell in love with King Henry II of England), and later by attending the University of Arizona where she graduated with a degree in history, specializing in the Middle Ages. The university was also where she completed her first full-length novel…set, of course, in medieval England. Later, her fascination with Henry II led her to expand her research horizons to the far reaches of his “Angevin Empire” in France, which became the setting of her first published novel, Loyalty’s Web (a 2007 Whitney Award Finalist). Joyce is a multi-published, multi-award winning author who specializes in sweet medieval romances and romantic historicals heavily spiced with mystery and adventure. She lives with her two cats, Clio and Glinka Rimsky-Korsokov, in Mesa, Arizona.

For more information visit Joyce DiPastena’s website and blog. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.


Monday, August 10
Spotlight at What Is That Book About

Tuesday, August 11
Spotlight & Giveaway at Unshelfish

Wednesday, August 12
Review at Book Nerd

Thursday, August 13
Spotlight at I Heart Reading

Friday, August 14
Character Interview at Boom Baby Reviews

Saturday, August 15
Review at A Fold in the Spine

Monday, August 17
Interview at A Silver Twig

Tuesday, August 18
Spotlight & Giveaway at Peeking Between the Pages

Wednesday, August 19
Spotlight at Please Pass the Books

Thursday, August 20
Interview at Books and Benches

Friday, August 21
Review at Just One More Chapter
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Book Tours: Book Spotlight for Maud’s Line

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02_Mauds-Line_Cover-196x300Publication Date: July 14, 2015
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Formats: eBook, Hardcover
ISBN-10: 0544470192
Pages: 304

Genre: Historical Fiction

A debut novel chronicling the life and loves of a headstrong, earthy, and magnetic heroine

Eastern Oklahoma, 1928. Eighteen-year-old Maud Nail lives with her rogue father and sensitive brother on one of the allotments parceled out by the U.S. Government to the Cherokees when their land was confiscated for Oklahoma’s statehood. Maud’s days are filled with hard work and simple pleasures, but often marked by violence and tragedy, a fact that she accepts with determined practicality. Her prospects for a better life are slim, but when a newcomer with good looks and books rides down her section line, she takes notice. Soon she finds herself facing a series of high-stakes decisions that will determine her future and those of her loved ones.

Maud’s Line is accessible, sensuous, and vivid. It will sit on the bookshelf alongside novels by Jim Harrison, Louise Erdrich, Sherman Alexie, and other beloved chroniclers of the American West and its people.



“Maud is refreshingly open and honest about her own sexuality though conscious of her place as a woman in a sexist society, always careful not to insult the intelligence or manhood of her male friends and relations. Verble writes in a simple style that matches the hardscrabble setting and plainspoken characters. Verble, herself a member of the Cherokee Nation, tells a compelling story peopled with flawed yet sympathetic characters, sharing insights into Cherokee society on the parcels of land allotted to them after the Trail of Tears.” —Kirkus

“Writing as though Daniel Woodrell nods over one shoulder and the spirit of Willa Cather over the other, Margaret Verble gives us Maud, a gun-toting, book-loving, dream-chasing young woman whose often agonizing dilemmas can only be countered by sheer strength of heart.” —Malcolm Brooks, author of Painted Horses

“I want to live with Maud in a little farm in a little valley under the shadow of a mountain wall. Maud’s Line is an absolutely wonderful novel and Margaret Verble can drop you from great heights and still easily pick you up. I will read anything she writes, with enthusiasm.” —Jim Harrison, author of Dalva, Legends of the Fall, and The Big Seven

“Margaret Verble gives us a gorgeous window onto the Cherokee world in Oklahoma, 1927. Verble’s voice is utterly authentic, tender and funny, vivid and smart, and she creates a living community – the Nail family, Maud herself, her father, Mustard, and brother, Lovely, and the brothers Blue and Early, the quiet, tender-mouthed mare Leaf, and the big landscape of the bottoms – the land given to the Cherokees after the Trail of Tears. Beyond the allotments, it opens up into the wild, which is more or less what Verble does with this narrative. A wonderful debut novel.” —Roxana Robinson, author of Sparta

ABOUT THE AUTHOR03_Margaret Verble

MARGARET VERBLE, an enrolled member of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma, has set her novel on her family’s allotment land. She currently lives in Lexington, Kentucky, and Old Windsor, England.

Book Tours: Book Spotlight To Wed an Heiress

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Publication Date: A02_To Wed an Heiresspril 30, 2015
Madison Street Publishing
Paperback; 300p

Genre: Historical/Romantic Suspense

Haro Emison, thrust into his new role as Earl of Anglesford, discovers that his late father has left the family teetering on the edge of financial ruin. Intent on rescuing the estate, Haro abandons his long-held interest in his cousin Eda and searches instead for a wealthy heiress. But when pride and jealousy cause his plan to spiral out of control, he begins to wonder if he has made a dreadful mistake….

Eda Swanycke is enjoying her first season in London when her debut comes to a crashing halt. Jilted by her cousin, she suffers the indignity of watching Haro’s new intended lay claim to his person and position. But when a brutal murder upends the household with Haro as chief suspect, Eda must put her wounded pride aside, match wits with the investigator from London, and try, at all costs, to save Haro Emison’s neck from the gallows….

About the Author03_Author Rosanne E. Lortz

Rosanne E. Lortz (“Rose”) is a history lover, a book addict, a mom to four boys, and a native of Portland, Oregon. When she’s not writing, she teaches Latin and English composition and works as an editor at Madison Street Publishing.

For more information visit her website. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

To Wed an Heiress Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, May 18
Excerpt & Giveaway at Passages to the Past
Spotlight & Giveaway at Susan Heim on Writing

Tuesday, May 19
Interview at Boom Baby Reviews
Spotlight at I Heart Reading

Wednesday, May 20
Review at Queen of All She Reads
Spotlight & Giveaway at Let them Read Books

Thursday, May 21
Review at Book Nerd
Spotlight at Just One More Chapter

Friday, May 22
Spotlight & Giveaway at Unshelfish
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Book Tours: Promo Post for Scent of Souls

About Scent of the Soul…

24822360Publication Date: February 11, 2015
Soul Mate Publishing

Genre: Historical Romance/Fantasy


In twelfth century Scotland, it took a half-Gael with a Viking name to restore the clans to their rightful lands. Once an exile, Somerled the Mighty now dominates the west. He’s making alliances, expanding his territory, and proposing marriage to the Manx princess.

It’s a bad time to fall for Breagha, a torc-wearing slave with a supernatural sense of smell.

Somerled resists the intense attraction to a woman who offers no political gain, and he won’t have a mistress making demands on him while he’s negotiating a marriage his people need. Besides, Breagha belongs to a rival king, one whose fresh alliance Somerled can’t afford to lose.

It’s when Breagha vanishes that Somerled realizes just how much he needs her. He abandons his marriage plans to search for her, unprepared for the evil lurking in the shadowy recesses of Ireland—a lustful demon who will stop at nothing to keep Breagha for himself.


Here’s a snippet from SCENT. In this scene, Somerled (called Sorley by his sister) is drunk and lamenting the bad decision that led to the loss of his true love. He is with his sister Bethoc, who begs permission to rejoin her husband, Malcolm of Moray, whom Somerled is hiding from the Scots king:

Somerled emptied a cup of ale and reached for a jug to refill it. The jug was empty.
“Sorley,” Bethoc said, her eyes glassy, “I can bear no more. Let me go home. I assure ye, I will die without my husband.”
“Och, the devil’s scabby ballsack!” Somerled shouted, hurling the jug to the corner of his bedchamber. It shattered on an ankle-high pile of last week’s vessels. Bethoc flinched, and Rowan slid off the bed. The dog skulked to the unlatched door, tail between his legs. With a shove of his head, he opened it and was gone.
“The king’s constable watches your keep in Moray, Bethoc. Do ye wish to rot in King David’s prison?”
“I am rotting already, slowly, from the inside out.” Sorrow wilted the corners of her mouth and drew vertical lines above the bridge of her nose. “At least tell me where Malcolm is, or better still, allow me to join him in his exile.”
“Ye’d be sleeping under your own roof tonight if ye’d sent word of your husband’s impatience for rebellion.” He charged to the stand next to his bed and shook a jug he found there. Empty. He threw it across the room and sat on his bed. “His timing could not have been worse.”
Bethoc rubbed her arms. “He was anxious to avenge his brother’s death. He thought with King David pre-occupied in England, the time was right.”
“He was wrong. Had he consulted me, I could have told him so. I am furious with ye, Bethoc, furious! Ye should have sent word of your husband’s plans.” He scrubbed a hand across his forehead. “His rashness has not only endangered your life, but it has placed me in an awkward position. I have only just received word that King David is considering my right to Arran and Bute. If he finds out I am sheltering a claimant to his throne, ye can be sure he will refuse my offer. Those two islands are the back door into Argyll. We must have them if we wish to pressure the King of Man into buying peace by offering his daughter.”
Bethoc rolled her eyes. “Och, that old song again, Sorley?”
He resisted the urge to slap her. “Life in the wilderness has slackened your tongue, lassie. Your bad manners are an insult to our parents and will not be tolerated here.”
She rushed to his bedside and dropped to her knees in front of him. “I’m sorry,” she cried into his lap. “I didn’t mean that. Forgive me. I am not myself.”
Poor Bethoc. Poor Malcolm, for that matter. The man from Moray had sent so many messages from the Isle of Rhum inquiring about his wife that Somerled had been forced to isolate him on Godmund’s Island. The local chieftain on nearby Ulva saw to Malcolm’s comfort and sent messages at a safer frequency. The messages were always the same: Malcolm of Moray suffers lovesickness and inquires as to the welfare of his wife and son.
Bethoc’s sobs were warm against his knees. He stroked her head a little too heavily in his inebriated state and accidentally brushed her fillet askew. He gasped when he saw her naked scalp. “Bethoc, your hair!”
A lesser woman would have scrambled away to hide her baldness. “It started falling out the day Malcolm left,” she said, rubbing a palm over her head. “As bad as it looks, I assure ye, Sorley, the inward symptoms of my sorrow are far worse.”
“God Almighty,” he said as he frantically sought ale. He found another jug sitting on the floor and was relieved it was half-full. He took several gulps and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
Bethoc returned her fillet and barbette to her head. She crawled up from the floor and moved to a bench near the fire, where the light accentuated the shadows of her sunken temples and eye sockets.
Somerled sighed. “Godmund’s Island,” he said.
She looked at him. Her eyes were red. “What?”
“Malcolm is on Godmund’s Island.”
“The tidal island? Green tears of our blessed saint, Sorley,” she said, standing, “let me go to him.”
“Bethoc, ye would have little comfort with Malcolm. There is only a hermit’s cell for shelter.”
“I need no other comfort than my husband’s arms around me.” Her expression softened. She sat on the bed beside him and took his hand. “Love is more important than anything. I think ye know this, don’t ye? That is, if the rumors are true.”
“What rumors?”
“They say ye loved a lassie . . . and lost her.”
He had just taken a swig of ale. He swallowed, and the liquid barely made it through his constricted throat. “Tell me who ‘they’ are, so that I may have them flogged.” After a long silence, he said, “Her name was Breagha.”
“I am sorry I never met her.” Bethoc laid her head on his shoulder. “She must have been wonderful to win your heart. I am even sorrier for your loss. There is nothing worse than wondering where your loved one is. Thank ye for taking that pain from me.”
“Bethoc, I am glad ye have been rewarded for your bravery and obedience with love.” His voice was strained, his words slurred.
“They have rewarded me surely. I was terrified the day Malcolm sent for me, but I did as ye wished.” She knelt in front of him again and took both of his hands in hers. “And now ye have done as I wished. At least now, I no longer have to wonder where my beloved lays his head at night.”
His chest ached. “Would ye really trade all comforts to be with Malcolm?”
“Let me answer your question with another, Sorley: if ye knew where Breagha was, would ye not crawl there on your hands and knees? Would ye not risk your life for one last embrace, one last kiss?”
Somerled ran his fingers over Bethoc’s; they were tiny and smooth, just like Breagha’s. Something dripped onto the back of his hand. He wiped his cheek and found wetness there. Bethoc flung herself around him. She needed a bath. He patted her back and found a shockingly prominent spine hidden beneath her tunic. She was right; the separation from Malcolm was killing her. He peeled her arms from around his neck.
“I will have Cormac take ye to Godmund’s Island, but I canny even send a handmaid for your comfort. The local chieftain sees that Malcolm eats, but that is all. We must not draw attention to the island. And ye must promise me, Bethoc, to stay hidden.”
“I can only go to Malcolm if ye promise me to look after Donald.”
“I will.” It was not much to ask. He adored his nephew, who was in his company more often than not.
His cheek was wet again, but this time, the tears were his sister’s.
“I shall never forget this kindness,” she sobbed against his ear. “May the Fates bless ye for it.”

About the Author…

Something magical happened in the musty basement of Julie Doherty’s local courthouse. She went there intending to research her ancestry, not lose herself in a wealth of stories, but the ghosts of yesteryear drew her into the past and would not let her go. The trail left by her ancestors in those yellowing documents led her from rural Pennsylvania to the Celtic countries, where her love of all things Irish/Scottish blossomed into outright passion.

She became particularly interested in Somerled, self-styled “King of Argyll” and progenitor of the Lords of the Isles. In 1164, he led a fleet of 164 galleys up the River Clyde in an all-or-nothing attempt to overthrow the Scottish crown. What would lead a man of his advanced years to do such a thing?

Of course, history records he did so because the king demanded forfeiture of his lands. But the writer in Julie wondered …what if he did it for the love of a woman?

Those early ponderings led to SCENT OF THE SOUL, Julie’s first novel, coming soon from Soul Mate Publishing.

Readers will notice a common theme throughout Julie’s books: star-crossed lovers. This is something she knows a bit about, since during one of her trips to Ireland, she fell in love with an Irishman. The ensuing immigration battle took four long years to win. With only fleeting visits, Skype chats, and emails to sustain her love, Julie poured her heartache into her writing, where it nourished the emotional depth of her characters.

Julie is a member of Pennwriters, Romance Writers of America, Central PA Romance Writers, The Longship Company, Perry County Council of the Arts, and Clan Donald USA. When not writing, she enjoys antiquing, shooting longbow, traveling, and cooking over an open fire at her cabin. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, who sounds a lot like her characters.

For more information please visit Julie Doherty’s Website and Blog. You can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter.

Promo Post: Not A Fairy Tale

Not a Fairy Tale_SmallerAnd the award goes to…

Not Nina Alexander that’s for sure.

With her best gracious loser face firmly in place, Hollywood’s hottest starlet is hoping to end her evening of disappointment with a graceful exit stage left. Only an unexpected proposal and an awkward wardrobe malfunction mean that this is certainly going to be a night to remember… for all the wrong reasons! So what girl would resist the gorgeous Dominic Kelly coming to her rescue?!  Especially when he’s whisking her out of the paparazzi’s prying eyes on the back of his motorbike – and wearing a tux to rival James Bond!

Nina soon realizes that the only way to recover from such a scandal is to toughen up and snag the role of the decade in the year’s hottest YA screen adaptation. Who better to train her than her very own professional stuntman? Getting up close and personal with Dom will take Nina well out of her comfort zone – both professionally and in her closely scrutinized private life.  But this A-list couple know only too well that’s it not all happy ever afters in Hollywood…

Not a Fairy Tale is published by Harper Impulse, a division of Harper Collins, and is available from the following online retailers:

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About the Author

I’ve always written stories for myself, but didn’t even think of being an author until I realised that being over thirty and living in a fantasy world was a little odd. Writing those same stories for other people makes it a lot more acceptable!

By day I dress in cargo pants and boots for my not-so-glamorous job of making movies but at night I come home to my two little Princesses, in Johannesburg, South Africa, where I live, and I get to write Happy Ever Afters. Since I believe every girl is a princess, and every princess deserves a happy ending, what could be more perfect?

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Book Tours: Book Spotlight Tabor’s Trinket

01_Tabor's TrinketPublication Date: September 1, 2014
Dreaming Tree Publishing, LLC
eBook; 335p

Series: The Coin Forest Series, Book One
Genre: Historical Romance/Medieval

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Love proves perilous in this “Pretty Woman/Pride and Prejudice” historical romance tale set in 15th century England.

Sold as a slave in Romania for seven pounds and three solidi, the Gypsy girl, Sharai, escapes a slave ship infected with the plague. As an adult, she performs her silky, exotic dances to earn enough to sustain herself and the toddling orphan girl she adopted. She yearns for relief from the grinding poverty, and a secure home. Having been violated by a nobleman posing as her hero, she wants naught of any other man of title, and also scorns the dubious Gypsy king who pursues her. In a tent at the bustling autumn fair in Winchester, she meets the dashing Lord Tabor, and her resolve to avoid all noblemen softens.

Though possessed of a stately castle with prosperous lands, the English knight,Tabor, teeters on the brink of losing all his holdings. A powerful noble has attacked Tabor’s castle, determined to seize his lands. Tabor seeks revenge for his older brother’s murder, but England’s throne is held by an infant king and his feuding uncles. The realm is paralyzed with uncertainty and lawlessness, and the crown has abandoned him.

Then a stroke of good fortune helps Tabor, a sizeable dowry that can save his holdings. He need only wed an earl’s daughter, the regal Lady Emilyne. But he has already fallen in love with Sharai, and they are locked in a powerful dance of desire. His refusal to abandon Sharai plunges them into life-and-death struggles–and a painful choice between duty and love.

Praise for Tabor’s Trinket

“This adventurous and chivalrous story succeeds on many levels. An emotionally satisfying tale.” –Romantic Times

“Tabor’s Trinket” has made Janet Lane one of my favorite authors. I loved the book! If you’re looking for wonderful story-telling, unforgettable characters, and a marvelous sense of time and place, you must read Janet Lane.” –Maggie Osborne, RITA-award-winning author

“Fans of medieval romance will be thrilled with the tightly written plot. It is a story of love in the face of prejudice and misunderstanding, set in a time wrought with intrigue and political machinations. Ms. Lane’s debut novel grips the reader from the first page to the last, and Lord Tabor is a wonderful hero. A knight who reads books of romance is sure to steal any heart. This is a thoroughly enjoyable story in which to lose one’s cares. Go ye forth and seek out Tabor’s Trinket, it far surpasses being a bauble. Indeed, ‘twould more likely be called a small treasure. –

“Debut novelist Janet Lane pens a descriptive story set in a period of great political unrest when a man of honor is hard to find. This is a romance, so we know there will be a great conclusion. It’s the fun of finding out how that makes Tabor’s Trinket intriguing. Pick up this title and enjoy the read.” –Romance Reviews Today

About the Author

Janet Lane writes best-selling historical romance novels set in fifteenth century England during the so-called “Gypsy Honeymoon” decades. She graduated with honors from the University of Colorado, completing their Creative Writing program.

Her debut novel, Tabor’s Trinket, is an Amazon Bestselling novel and has received several awards. Emerald Silk, part two in the Coin Forest series, was reviewed by the Historical Novels Review, which noted that it “goes beyond simple romantic suspense by including serious issues such as racism, homophobia, and clerical greed. However, the love story and the quest for the stolen chalice take center stage throughout.” A Rocky Mountain News review stated, “This fast-moving, smoothly constructed historical novel (features) well-drawn characters and … strong sense of time and place.” #1 New York Times Best-Selling Author Lara Adrian called it “ enchanting medieval romance filled with passion, intrigue and vividly drawn characters that leap off the page. I loved this novel!”

The Amazon Kindle release of her third novel in the Coin Forest series, Traitor’s Moon, is scheduled for November 25, 2014.

Janet was a featured author in RMFW Press’s Tales from Mistwillow anthology, and co-chaired the editorial board for that press’s anthology, Broken Links, Mended Lives, which was nominated for the Colorado Book Award.

Janet lives with her husband in Colorado, surrounded by a forest of conifers, herds of deer, an occasional black bear and a snorting Chihuahua. She welcomes your comments and feedback via her blog at or on Twitter at @janetlaneauthor.

For more information please visit Janet Lane’s Website.

Tabor’s Trinket Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, January 26
Spotlight at Romantic Chanteuse
Spotlight & Giveaway at Teddy Rose Book Reviews Plus More

Monday, February 2
Review at A Chick Who Reads

Thursday, February 5
Spotlight at With Her Nose Stuck in a Book

Saturday, February 7
Spotlight at Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers

Monday, February 9
Interview at Boom Baby Reviews

Tuesday, February 10
Review at The Mad Reviewer

Wednesday, February 11
Spotlight at A Literary Vacation

Thursday, February 12
Interview at Sizzling Hot Books
Spotlight at The Lit Bitch

Tuesday, February 17
Review at Book Nerd
Spotlight at I Heart Reading

Thursday, February 19
Review at Book Drunkard

Friday, February 20
Interview & Excerpt at Historical Fiction Obsession
Spotlight at CelticLady’s Reviews

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