Hello, blogging buddies! In case you’ve noticed I’ve been low-profile over the last week or so, I’ve been on vacation and only online sporadically. I’m now back in the swing of things, and have a cover reveal to share with you today. My Lyrical Press sister, Jen Colly, is making the rounds with her upcoming release, BOUND, book 2 in THE CITIES BELOW series. You can pre-order from Amazon and add to your Goodreads list. If you like paranormal romance, this one should grab your fancy! š
Bound Jen Colly
(The Cities Below, #2)
Published by: Lyrical Press
Publication date: January 31st 2017
Genres: Paranormal, Romance
The streets are a battleground for humans, vampires, and demons alikeāwhere survival is a skill, love is a weapon, and the most dangerous act is to care for another . . .
Keir is an assassin devoted to Lady Arianne, the last of her royal bloodline. He is sworn to protect her, and that means eliminating any threat to her life. But while on a mission, he is set upon by a pack of demons, barely escaping with his life.
Cleopatra lives by a set of rules so rigid she no longer knows her true self. But her kind and loving nature resurfaces when she finds a man, bloodied and dying. Moved to help him, she risks her future and her life to save a stranger far below her aristocratic station.
Their attraction to each other is as powerful as it is forbidden. But even as their love grows, Keir keeps his true identity a secretāand this lie is not the only threat to their love . . . or their lives.
Jen Colly is the rare case of an author who rebelled against reading assignments throughout her school years. Now she prefers reading books in a series, which has led her to writing her first paranormal romance series: The Cities Below. She will write about anything that catches her fancy, though truth be told, her weaknesses are pirates and vampires. She lives in Ohio with her supportive husband, two kids, one big fluffy dog, and four rescued cats.
In the world of blogging you make a lot of great friends. I am truly thankful for all of them and the support they have shown me. Today, I am super excited to be a guest on the blog of my friend, Daisy Banks. Daisy is a gal who makes her home across the pond in the U.K.Ā She lives in a converted Chapel in Shropshire, England (how ridiculously cool is that?) and has a gorgeous garden. At least Iām convinced she does, because she blogs about flower folkloreāamong other things. Daisy writes in a multiple of genres including fantasy romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and sc-fi.
In addition, I’m also at C. A. Milson’s blog as part of my Pump Up Your Book blog tour, put together by Lyrical Press. I’m doing a Q&A interview there. It’s a good thing I don’t mind an occasionally hectic pace š
It doesnāt seem like Iāll get many Mythical Mondays done this month (and I have so many good topics lined up!) because Iāve got other news to share.
I have two blog tours running through June into early Julyāyes, two. The first was put together by my wonderful publisher, Lyrical Press, and kicks off today. Check out this cool banner Pump Up Your Book blog tours made for MYTH AND MAGIC, my new romantic suspense/mystery novel.
Nice, huh?
My second tour kicks off next week. Itās one I arranged through the wonderful people at Goddess Fish book tours. I had such a great experience with them touring ECLIPSE LAKE, I decided to use them again. More on that when the tour kicks off.
Today, I invite you to join me at the blog of 3 Partners in Shopping. Although my Mythical Mondays are undergoing a temporary hiatus until I wrap up touring MYTH AND MAGIC, they will definitely be back in July. I hope you will āstay tunedā for upcoming posts on hairy monsters, UFOs, and strange urban legends and folklore.
To see the complete list of tour stops Lyrical Press and Pump Up Your Book blog tours put together for me,Ā see below.
Iāve been meaning to do a number of blog posts for weeks nowsome timeeons, but those fickle hours just keep slipping away. So here I am, determined to share my latest news with you. Welcome to āThe Good, the Bad, and the Ugly,ā a new monthly feature on my blog.
THE GOOD
I started a newsletter š Itās only been on my to-do list for eight months. Okay, so the actual newsletter hasnāt happened yet, but the sign-up has.
See that little box on the right side beneath the header āWant the Scoopā? You can click there to sign up, or just follow this link. I only plan on doing four newsletters a year, so I promise not to bombard your inbox. And in celebration of finally reaching this *ahem* milestone, Iāll be giving away a $10 gift card to Amazon to one randomly drawn winner. Iām planning early July, so hop over and sign up. To quote another Eastwood movie: āGo ahead, make my day.ā
Two of my back titles are now available in print š Woo-hoo! You can snatch WEATHERING ROCK from Amazon or Books-A-Million. The same is true of TWELTH SUN. Find it on Amazon or Books-A-Million. Naturally, I had to grab copies of each. Iām really pleased with the way Kensington Publishing made my name stand out on the printed copy of WEATHERING ROCK. Itās a little lost on the Kindle version.
My publisher started a new sub-imprint š Actually two. The Lyrical Press imprint of Kensington Publishing now has Lyrical Shine (contemporary romance) and Lyrical Underground (thriller, suspense, horror) imprints. Iām pretty jazzed about the latter, because I think itās a good fit for my Point Pleasant series. *fingers crossed*
Iām researching and plotting š I generally wing my books, but now that Iāve made a firm commitment to write a mystery/suspense series (The Point Pleasant series), I find that plotting is more essential. Iāve got a notebook filled with scribblings and scene outlines for A COLD TOMORROW, book two in the series. Itās a learning experience, figuring all these details out in advance, but Iām enjoying it. And it gives me an excuse to read more about the Mothman, UFOs, and Men-in-Black (as if I needed a reason)!
THE BAD
Iām not writing as much as I should š¦ I took a break from my regular Sunday routine and spent the day researching and outlining instead of writing. Ok, so I made notes poolside, then did my plotting floating around on a raft or bobbing on those noodle thingies. Iām trying to convince myself it still counts as author stuff.
Still no word on A THOUSAND YESTERYEARS š¦ Book one in my Point Pleasant series, a.k.a. āthe Mothman story,ā is still with my publisher for consideration. I think it would be a good fit for the new Lyrical Unground sub-imprint, but itās an odd story set in the 1980s so who knows if it will fly. One editor has given me the green light on it, but Iām still waiting on the second, senior editor, to reply. Hopefully, Iāll have news by the end of the month or early July. Itās the waiting, you know?
THE UGLY
Facebook š¦ š¦ š¦ This is SOOOO ugly Iām not even going to include any other uggies. My failure to be part of the Facebook crowd has been hanging over my head like a guillotine for months now. I am *thisclose* to killing my account.
The problem is I donāt like Facebook. I never have. But back when Lyrical Press was a small stand-alone publisher, authors were expected to have an FB page. So I created one, and I do occasionally look at it. I worry that it does me more harm than good since I donāt update it regularly. Ā I worry that if I kill the account all that work I did to get 496 likes (okay, itās not Pluto, but itās something), will have been in vain. I worry that I should keep it active and pay to promote posts to get word of my new releases out. Even if Iām not on Facebook, all of my friends are (and most of the social-media-consuming-world). Maybe if my newsletter takes off Iāll be able to ditch it and stop worrying about it. Right now itās the King of Uglies!
So there you have my monthly wrap up of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Iāll wait until early July to see what June brings.
Any good, bad, or uglies youād like to share? Weāre all in this writerās world together, you know. Spill what’s new with you! š
Today, Iām happy to welcome Erin Fanning back to my blog with her new release, BLOOD STITCHES. You might recall this fabulous cover being splashed on my blog before, but now the book has officially been released, and Erin has dropped by to answer a few questions. Whether youāre a writer, reader or both, I think youāll find her post interesting.
Sheās also got a giveaway going on for a $20 Amazon gift card, so be sure to check out the Rafflecopter link at the bottom!
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From Erin:
Over the past several months, Iāve received lots questions from friends and family about my novella Blood Stitches. It seems like the top three are always the same, sort of universal questions about writing:
How do you come up with your ideas?
I spend a lot of time outdoors–biking, hiking, skiing, and kayaking–so Iām heavily influenced by nature. Current events and everyday encounters often get stuck in my imagination. Turkey vultures perched along the road look like a coven of witches or an ordinary tapestry resembles an opening to another world.
These story ideas churn around in my brain for days, months, sometimes years, until they practically force their way out through my fingertips. Next I jot down several paragraphs or pages, whatever I can. Then I take a breath and make a rough outline of the plot and characters, filling in the blanks, and reworking it as I go.
When do you find time to write?
Iām lucky in the sense that my āregularā job as an online editor for a global information provider, searching the web for international financial news, allows me to work from home. So I often find time to write during the morning, but even though my schedule has more flexibility than most people, I still have to be disciplined. Iām the Queen of Procrastination and Distraction!
How long did it take you to write Blood Stitches?
Along with being the Queen of Procrastination and Distraction, Iām also possibly the slowest writer on the planet. Iām in awe of authors that seem to whip out two books each year. I started writing Blood Stitches several years ago and then put it aside. About two years ago, I picked it up again and finally finished it.
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I love Erinās take on where she gets her ideas from. Thatās definitely a writerās mind at work. And although she may consider her writing turnaround on the slow side, Iāve no doubt the results are well worth waiting for. See for yourself:
Blurb for Blood Stitches:
Love and danger intertwineā¦
Itās called El Toque de la LunaāThe Touch of the Moon. At least thatās how nineteen-year-old Gabbyās older sister, Esperanza, refers to the magical powers she inherited from their Mayan ancestors. Esperanza says women with El Toque weave magic into their knitting, creating tapestries capable of savingāor devastatingāthe world. Gabby thinks Esperanza is more like touched in the headāuntil a man dressed like a candy corn arrives at their Seattle home on Halloween. But āMr. Cā is far from sweetā¦
Soon, Gabby and her almost-more-than-friend, Frank, find themselves spirited away to a demon ball, complete with shape shiftersāand on a mission to destroy Esperanzaās tapestries before they cause an apocalyptic disasterā¦ And before itās too late to confess their true feelings for each other.
About the author: Erin Fanning spends her summers on a northern Michigan lake, where her imagination explores the water and dense forest for undiscovered creatures. In the winter, she migrates to central Idaho, exchanging mountain bikes and kayaks for skis and snowshoes. Sheās the author of a mountain biking guidebook, as well as numerous articles, essays, and short stories.
Today, I’m happy to share in the celebration excitementĀ forĀ my friend and sister author, Daisy Banks.Ā She has a new release, MARKED FOR MAGIC, which she’s dropped by to tell us about. Take it away, Daisy Ā . . . š
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Thank you so much, Mae, for helping me celebrate the release of my latest book,Ā Marked for Magic, published by Lyrical Press, a Kensington Imprint, on the 28th of April 2015.Ā Ā
I decided that as palmistry was the initial inspiration for this fantasy romance Iād offer you and the readers a little something on palmistry marks.
This image is of the main lines most people have on their palm:
1: Life line – 2: Head line – 3: Heart line – 4: Girdle of Venus – 5: Sun line – 6: Mercury line – 7: Fate line
These main lines above and their meanings are fairly well known, but the lesser lines are not quite so well understood and it was these I was studying when I got the idea for Marked for Magic.
For this post I have chosen the teacherās square. You will find this on the Jupiter mount, the pad of flesh beneath your forefinger, or Jupiter finger. This is the sign of someone who is a teacher, it may not be a school teacher but anyone who tutors, or imparts and shares knowledge on any subject.
Thanks so much for reading. Iād love to know if any of you discover a teacherās square in your hand. Let me know.
Blurb: The witch mark on Ninās hand is a curse. She has no magic powers, whatever the lore says. But the village believes. The old croneās wisdom is to see her banished. Ragged and hungry, she must serve the Mage. Alone in his tower, she is his chattel. But Mage Thabit is not what Nin expectedāthe bright green eyes and supple form under his cloak are not the stuff of nightmares, and kindness hides in his brusque heart. Thabit senses that Nin is more than she seems, too. When true nightmares haunt the land, it is precisely her elusive powers that might deliver themā¦
Excerpt: āAfter we eat, I will find you something clean to wear. The gown you have on is less than pleasant. What is your favorite color?ā
She sat opposite him. āRed.ā She picked up the spoon.
āA bold choice.ā He placed the porridge in front of her.
This should be easy. His charm on the cloth would show him how susceptible she might be to all manner of magic. While she ate, he went up to his room where he sorted out a long sleeved, knee length tunic heād worn in his youth. One of the last his mother had made. A good quality cloth, decorated with a little embroidery at the collar. The only patches were on the elbows of each sleeve. Perhaps the tunic would be long enough to gown her small frame. He returned with it tucked under his arm.
She had eaten and sat worrying at the bandage.
āHere, Nin, as fine a red as you will ever see. You can wear this while you wash the dirty gown.ā
Her brows drew together. A little wrinkle appeared on the bridge of her nose. She raised a questioning glance as she took the tunic.
Interesting.
āThabit?ā The soft whisper came again along with the down-swept lashes.
Things would be far easier had they not made her so afraid. He picked up the spoon, intrigued by her thoughtful expression. āYes.ā
āThis isnāt red. Itās very nicely made, but this is blue. Is it what you meant me to have?ā
He dropped the spoon in the bowl. Unless his skills had slipped, his little sparrow had seen through one of his simplest but most effective glamours. āBy the gods of the waters, Nin, you may have a talent after all. I know the tunic is blue, but it should fit you well. You put it on.ā
About the Author: Daisy Banks writes sensual and spicy romance in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. She is an obsessive writer and her focus is to offer the best tale she can to readers. Daisy is married with two grown up sons. She lives in a converted chapel in Shropshire, England. Antiques and collecting entertain Daisy when she isnāt writing and she occasionally makes a meal that doesnāt stick to the pan.
I love cover reveals, so I’m happy to participate in this one for my Lyrical Press sister, Erin Fanning. Talk about a stunning cover! And I think you’ll find the blurb and excerpt just as intriguing, too. Read on!
Blood Stitches By Erin Fanning Coming May 12, 2015 from Lyrical Press
Love and danger intertwineā¦
Blurb: Itās called El Toque de la LunaāThe Touch of the Moon. At least thatās how nineteen-year-old Gabbyās older sister, Esperanza, refers to the magical powers she inherited from their Mayan ancestors. Esperanza says women with El Toque weave magic into their knitting, creating tapestries capable of savingāor devastatingāthe world. Gabby thinks Esperanza is more like touched in the headāuntil a man dressed like a candy corn arrives at their Seattle home on Halloween. But āMr. Cā is far from sweetā¦
Soon, Gabby and her almost-more-than-friend, Frank, find themselves spirited away to a demon ball, complete with shape shiftersāand on a mission to destroy Esperanzaās tapestries before they cause an apocalyptic disasterā¦ And before itās too late to confess their true feelings for each other.
Excerpt: A gust of wind scattered leaves across the University of Seattle campus. My hair tangled over my face. New contacts tortured my eyes, and books weighed down my backpack. It didnāt matter. A tornado could have snatched me up. As long as it carried me home and put an end to the anniversary of the worst day of my life.
āWatch out, Gabby.ā My best friend Frank thrust his hands deep into the pockets of his pinstriped suit. āWeāre being followed by a giant candy corn.ā
āGiant candy corn? Yeah, right.ā If I turned around, Frank would laugh and say, āGotchaā, or some other dorky thing. The mind-numbing boredom of Calculus I, our last class of the day, always set Frank off, making him zanier than usual.
āI mean it. Weāve got a candy corn on our tail.ā Frank whistled a Lester Ruben song as he sauntered ahead.
āOkay, okay. Let me see this Halloween wonder.ā If I didnāt give in, Frank would never leave me alone. I whirled, ready to hear Frankās laugh, and almost ran into a man. His face glowed orange, like someone whoād spent too much time in a tanning booth, and he wore a white cap pulled down to his ears. A yellow scarf hid his neck and chin. For once, Frank wasnāt kidding. The man resembled a giant candy corn.
Shredded paper and a postage stamp poked out of his scarf, and a moon decorated an edge of the knitting, like one of my older sister Esperanzaās creations. It didnāt seem possible, but no one else I knew added garbage and a signature moon to their knitting. A wool coat covered the rest of him, except his face and steel-tipped boots.
āSorry.ā I jumped back.
Frankās chuckles mixed with squirrels chattering in a nearby tree. Drizzle moistened my forehead, and a cold dampness seeped into my bones. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, like watching Esperanza unravel her knitting one stitch at a time to fix a mistake.
About the author: Erin Fanning spends her summers on a northern Michigan lake, where her imagination explores the water and dense forest for undiscovered creatures. In the winter, she migrates to central Idaho, exchanging mountain bikes and kayaks for skis and snowshoes. Sheās the author of Mountain Biking Michigan, as well as numerous articles, essays, and short stories.
Today is a special day on The Pen of Mae Clair, as I’ve invited, Corinne DeMaagd, my wonderful editor from Kensington Publishing to drop by toĀ share a few tips about submitting to an editor. The timing was idea, as Corinne had just released a submission call for Lyrical Press, Kensington’s main digital imprint. If you’re finishing up a WIP, or will be in a few months, you may find an ideal fit with one of herĀ acquisition needsĀ below.
Please welcome, Corinne!
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Part of my role with Lyrical Press, the main digital imprint ofĀ Kensington Publishing Corp,Ā is looking out for new acquisitions.
The good news is this year Lyrical is expanding to take on more than just romance. It is still our main genre, but we are looking to include non-romance titles into our catalog, as well.
As of right now, Kensington are looking for the following for Lyrical:
Romantic Suspense
Straight Suspense
Historical Romance
But saying that, Kensington are open to anything that is awesome. So I’m going to stretch those wants a bit farther. I’d love to also see the following:
Young Adult historical romance
Young Adult dystopian romance
Non-romance Young Adult (and subgenre but no angst please)
New Adult – the sexier the better
Stories set in non-US locations – from Ireland to the Ukraine to Bangladesh (but please, only stories where the author either has intimate knowledge of these locations or has done some hefty research. I can always tell when a writer is fluffing their setting, and setting is key to good storytelling)
Romance with the heroines in a high-stress position such as fighter pilot, helicopter pilot, ship captain, surgeon or nontraditional, male-dominated roles, such as construction, mining, space travel, firefighter, camel trainer – you get the idea. Or maybe even if they just have a quirky position in life that others would find interesting because it’s SO different.
Pure fantasy romance. Not UF, but pure worldbuilding fantasy with everything from dragons to warlocks to elves. Higher heat level preferred.
Romance that includes current events or problems that we face in our society
LGBT but with a strong suspense, thriller or otherwise dynamic plot, not just a characterization plot.
*Please email query, manuscript, and synopsisĀ to:Ā cdemaagd@gmail.com and cc: Martin Biro – mbiro@kensingtonbooks.com
Please allow me a couple months to get back to you, depending on the response from the sub call*
*This Sub Call is good for three months from today.*
Any book over 60K will be released simultaneously in digital and print!Ā Ā
Since Mae is one of my roster authors with Kensington, I was happy to pop on by and post my sub call on her blog. You can also see what I am up to atĀ www.cmdediting.com. Mae asked me to mention a few things that I love and hate when I read submissions.
I love a great pace with not too much introspection to bog the story down. Much of what the characters are thinking and feeling can be seen through dialogue and action. There are times where we want a bit of it, but not too much, and never repeat anything that weāve heard before.
I personally hate action eyes and eyebrows. Thereās too much in romance, and in years past, authors have relied heavily on both to relay how a character is feeling. A character has an entire body to express an opinion, and even more so when they use the environment around them. The setting or inanimate objects ā anything! So get rid of the furrowed brows and the anguished eyes. Take a seat and observe two people in discussion. Note their actions and see if you can decipher by theirĀ bodyĀ language what they are feeling. How often when you talk to your partner or your kids or your boss or a friend do you recognize what is going on in their eyes and eyebrows?
After the death of her first love, Melanie Michaels buries her grief in the risky demands of a reality show, where her extreme stunts leave her teetering on the edge of danger. Thatās exactly where she wants to beāuntil she arranges for her crew to traverse the Swedish Lapland in the dead of winter. Itās the one place she shouldnāt go, on the one day she should avoidāher would-be wedding anniversary.
Instead of romantic nights spent in the Ice Hotel or under the Northern Lights, Melanie is stuck with Joe āBuckā Wright, a snarky loner tour guide who loves his sled dogs and nothing and no one else. But Buck is also trying to numb a painful past. Can two people skilled at pushing others away find warmth at the edge of the Arctic?
About the Author Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but sheāll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.
āI really liked this book! It had a unique setting and a hero with a lot of baggageā ā JoMarie DeGioia, 4 stars
Excerpt Buck tried not to drool. āPerfect.ā He loved making new friends, especially of the female variety. So long as they didnāt complain about his modus operandus: all fun, zero ties. Repeats happened if the girl abided the rules. And if he didnāt get too attached. Such foolishness led to all manner of drama and heartache. Heād had enough of both. His life had become about survival, and heād taught himself not to let anyone get close. Not to make himself vulnerable to pain. To live alone and like it.
Klaus set two mugs in front of them and deftly removed a bill from the stack Buck had left on the bar.
Something made him glance up at the television. Maybe Kenny had implanted a subliminal suggestion during their conversation. Damn if the name at the bottom of the screen didnāt read Melanie Michaels. A man spoke into a microphone, then stepped closer to hold it near her.
āNo way. Thatās her?ā He waved at the bartender. āTurn up the volume, will you please, Klaus?ā
The camera zoomed in on her face. Features delicate but strong, beautiful but serious. God, that mouthālips full and wide, and the way they moved as she spoke, he could hardly tear away his gaze. Her large eyes, dark and luminous in the way that had always struck him to the bone. Just like Poppy. Sheād turned out to be anything but sweet. More like poisonous, the opium behind the flowery facade an instant addiction that took him years to overcome. He still carried the scars from her acid nectar. Anything and anyone reminding him of his former lover ranked the lowest of low on his shit list.
Melanie Michaels just claimed that spot.
And now heād have to deal with her every day for almost a week. āOh man, itās going to be a grueling six days.ā Five, technically. Tomorrowās meet-and-greet was strictly a formality, though the preliminaries helped him size up his guests so he could better prepare.
Klaus glanced from Buck to the screen and back again. āSheās taking your tour? You lucky bastard.ā
Lucky? No. Bastard? Yes, according to some. āOh yeah. Skol.ā He raised his mug and gulped. And gulped.
The blonde assessed him. āYouāre a wilderness guide? For which company?ā
He tried to sound proud and manly as he said, āArctic Adventures.ā
āIāve heard about them.ā An arch of her brows, and her demeanor turned glacier-cold.
He could only imagine what, exactly, sheād heard. Kenny insisted they stretch their expenses as far as possible. Translation: second-rate accommodations. And hey, it wasnāt his fault if the sled dogs took a dislike to certain clients. They should know better than to leave unpackaged foods unprotected and stow their backpacks away from the team. The dogs had few enough trees upon which to relieve themselves, and he didnāt blame them one bit.
Klaus shot the blonde a dubious, donāt-make-trouble look.
āWhat? Theyāll be famous.ā She hid a laugh behind her hand. āNo Boundaries will make you a star in America.ā
āAmerica.ā Ah, hell. Why hadnāt it occurred to him? His family would see him, the friends heād left behind. And Poppy. Shit. Short of them traveling to Sweden, thereād been no way for any of them to bust him on the lie heād told. Now theyād know he didnāt work for the prestigious National Geographic tours, but a crap company based in Kiruna. In his last email, heād boasted of almost having saved enough money to build a log resort better than the world-famous Wilderness Lodge. Fat chance, on his salary.
Me, a star? More like an outcast. Buck heaved a sigh. āIāve suddenly lost my appetite.ā For drinking or anything else.
He grabbed the cash from the bar, left a generous tip, and nodded goodbye to Klaus. He strode to the exit, ignoring the blondeās taunting calls to come back. The laughter in her lilting tone churned his gut.
Whether he returned to the job at all depended on how badly Melanie Michaels and crew shamed him on video. Heād spend the next six days avoiding the camera, and afterward, crawl into some isolated igloo a dismal failure. He might stay there until global warming melted away the polar ice cap.
Minstrelās Serenade
By Aubrie Dionne
Genre: FantasyĀ Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press/Kensington Publishing Corp.
Length: 257
Book 1 in the Chronicles of Ebonvale
BLURB:
Heās sworn to protect her, but can he save her from himself?
Danika Rubystone has hated the minstrels ever since her mother ran away with one. As Princess, sheās duty bound to marry Valorian, a minstrel from the House of Song. But problems in the kingdom are mounting. With her father dead sheās the sole heir to an imperiled throne, and wyverns attack Ebonvaleās southern shores. But after Danika finds a lone survivor of a wyvernās attack who holds the key to protecting the kingdom and she finally meets the enchantingly sly Valorian, everything changes.
As Ebonvaleās Royal Guard sails with the minstrels to smite the uprising of wyverns, Danika dances a line between sticking by duty like her father, or following her wild heart like her mother.
Author Bio:
Aubrie Dionne is an author and flutist in New England. Her books have received the highest ratings from Romance Times Magazine and BTS Magazine, as well as Night Owl Reviews and Two Lips Reviews. She has guest blogged on the USA Today Happy Ever After Blog and the Dear Teen Me blog and signed books at the Boston Book Festival, Barnes and Noble, and the Romance Writers of America conference. Her books are published by HarperImpulse, Entangled Publishing, Astraea Press, Spencer Hill Press, Inkspell Publishing, and Lyrical Press. When she’s not writing, Aubrie teaches flute and plays in orchestras.
Connect with Aubrie Dionne at the following haunts: Website Blog Twitter:Ā @authoraubrie
From the Pen of Mae Clair 