Happy Halloween…or Samhain!

31. October 2011 by admin.

What are YOU going to be for Halloween?

Samhain is to the Celts like All Hallow’s Eve is to us…a night before the 1st of November, a time to celebrate the end of the harvest and the coming of winter. Winter came early to much of the northeast, this weekend, so we dedicate this post to everyone without power…may your candles flame on and your trick or treaters carry flashlights.

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MY COVER NEEDS YOUR VOTES

23. October 2011 by admin.

Hey, y’all, my beautiful cover created by

Florina Craven of www.ThinkFlowDesign.com

is currently in 3rd place at the

YOU GOTTA READ BOOK REVIEWS COVER CONTEST.

All votes would be appreciated, so please click on

http://yougottareadcovers.blogspot.com/.

Help this gorgeaous cover get the attention it is due. Thanks!

Nancy

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1st 2 pages of DRAGON IN THE MIST

5. October 2011 by admin.

 

Here are the first two pages of my Loch Ness romance. Do not be fooled by the opening story, as this is mainly set in present day Scotland, in a small town on the banks of Loch Ness, near Urquhart Castle. 

PROLOGUE

Loch Ness, Scotland, 1816

 

“Ye dare toss up my skirts, use my body, and then casually mention ye need to return to your wife?” Sudden rage caused Nessía’s fingers to shake, and she bungled her attempt to tie the laces of her bodice.

Rage gave way to pain. Ignited by the hurtful declaration of the man she thought she loved, it grasped her heart in crushing talons.

“My love, do not chastise me. Ye want more than I can give,” Montgomery MacDonald said, his tone condescending, as if talking to a child. He smoothed his plaid and adjusted his dirk and belt.

“Love? What know ye of love?” She stood to make her way toward the door, eager to distance herself from his mockery. She had pinned all her hopes and dreams on a man not worthy of her trust or love. How blind must she be?

“Do not leave yet. Someone will see ye.” He reached out and grabbed her around the wrist.

She turned to face him, and hissed.

He dropped his arm, and stepped back.

A life-saving move.

“Why should I care who sees us? My reputation is lost. As lost as my heart and my innocence. I lay with ye because I thought I loved ye. My quest for a normal life among humans is all for naught. I see now how my foolishness has blinded me to yer ways.”

“Ye speak in riddles, love.”

Pushing away from him and the larder table, where he had so easily thrust himself inside her eager flesh, she brushed flour and grain from the back of her dress. Trembling hands swept down her apron, then smoothed loose tendrils behind her ears. Her brown braid whipped across her left shoulder as she spun and gazed at Monty, her last chance for salvation.

And freedom.

Nessía longed to explain why she succumbed to his flirtations, yet saw no advantage. His disclosure of a wife, waiting at home for him, put an end to such wishes.

“Love is for the weak, woman. My wife knows her place and is grateful for the nights I deign to lay beside her. I promised ye nothing but pleasure.” He winked at her, increasing the pain spreading through her body.

The change surged and fell upon her in a thrice, all because she had trusted a mortal man. She yanked open the door, and let the loch’s cooling breeze caress her human skin. Blood pulsed through her veins while she tamped down the rising urge to shape-shift. She turned to face him for the last time. 

“I loved ye, Monty. Can ye not see what ye have done? Have ye no conscience? I was an innocent maid. I looked up to ye, and ye took advantage.” A sob threatened to escape her swollen throat, but she kept her dignity by standing straight on her human legs. An odd sensation, to say the least.

 “Nessie, do not fool yourself. Ye felt passion, ‘tis all. ‘Tis natural. Ye did enjoy it, did ye not?” His smile did not reach his eyes. In that singular expression, she knew. He never meant to use her for more than a few minutes of passion.

One rakish eyebrow quirked under wavy hair the color of the night sky. Eyes she once considered as warm as the green grass covering the hills beside the loch each spring transformed to molten glass, as he gazed upon her chest. His actions made Nessía believe he needed to memorize each part of her.

Makes sense. He knows I shall not lay with him again.

To look at him, and his handsome features, made her human heart crumble into fine grains of sand, smaller and much finer than the muck lining the bottom of Loch Ness.

I hope you liked this! If you want to purchase this book for $2.99, it is available at Amazon, Barnes & Nobel, and Smashwords.

Nancy

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