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Now the first installment in this amazing series is available from a further three outlets
The world of Abod le A’nor stood waiting…
From the near new city of the civilised Oremen, to
the wild untamed clans of the warrior nations of the Ancients, to the primitive
quiet villages of a long lived and isolated people; their Dreamers dreamed and sensed
the streams of time eddying and calling.
The Gift was coming, and all eyes turned to the rugged climes of the
southlands.
Two women struggled through the new day, through
vast tracts of dark and ominous wilderness.
Shocked and confused in the aftermath of what should have been a near
fatal accident, twins Lorrie and Melory found themselves stumbling into a fate
nothing in their previously sheltered lives had prepared them for. Nothing was familiar and even the comfort
they found in each other’s company could not keep the fear or panic at bay.
Where were they?
In a world imbued with strange powers and lingering
passions, the past machinations of the doomed Faeling will irrevocably change
forever the Neilson sisters’ future.
Thus begins the journey of the sisters’ awakening.
Please note: - this series contains swearing, sexual
content and adult themes – suitable for persons over the age of 18 years
Excerpt One
Déjà vu!
The eerie feeling of repetition, of having
seen or experienced before the deep body of water that lay before them, its
shores encased in clusters of tall, brown reeds, and sluggish, green algae, a
strong current forcing its way through the lakes centre, flowing like the
traffic down a frantic motor way dangled like memory and yet, as with all such
recollections, Melory was hard pressed to recall when or where she had
previously seen it. She stopped, staring
around the clearing, teeth erasing the remainder of her torn, previously lovely
fingernails. Melory dropped her hands
angrily, hiding her anxiety by thrusting them into her jeans, but she continued
to survey her surrounding, her mind a thudding, distracting scramble for the
elusive memory, for the threat secreted within the calm scene. Something…
The sound of her own swallowing echoed in her
head, the wind of her breath swishing loud as a gale above the thunder of her
heart. She waited; her teeth denied
nails chewing nervously on her lips. It
wasn’t that she had seen reed-infested riverbanks before; it was that she had
seen this exact one. Something…
The skin on her shoulders smouldered through
her clothes as the sun burned down.
Steam rose up, smothering her breath, collecting in fat drops to drip
like sea water from the end of her nose, her thirst a roiling nausea in her
stomach. Something, something…
“Lorrie!”
A dark, claustrophobic clutter of moss draped
trees parted along the path Lorrie had continued to follow unaware of Melory’s
unease. She turned at the sound of her
name, pale in the sunlight, a bright silhouette before the gloomy screen of
beckoning forest, a questioning frown on her brow. Yet the only thing Melory could think, like a
flashing light, a neon scream, warning clarity, one word insinuating itself on
her brain: “Ambush!”
Excerpt Two
Despite her thirst Lorrie found she was
unable to finish the beverage. She sat
with the cup clasped in her tied hands and leaned warily back against the
fallen trunk, her internal heat unrelieved.
She wanted water yet she was uncertain whether her stomach would be able
to handle even that. She felt strangely
queasy.
The food, stew and a hunk of dry bread came
steaming to her on a wooden trencher which she balanced on her lap. “Could you
untie me, please?” She queried uncertain how they expected her to eat anything
without spilling the entire dish on the ground.
The smell tugged at her nostrils with desire yet nauseated her at the
same time.
“Nay, tis not permissible. You do show yourself wilful and violent and
the Eagle, he does not trust you of a moment.”
The long haired stranger shrugged at her with a faint smile creasing his
face, two long dimples appearing in his cheeks.
Again he had backed away to let her struggle in peace.
Didn’t trust her! Who was this Eagle? She knew instantly it was the green-eyed
arsehole. Why, that conceited little bastard. “What the hell?” and the vessel
almost dropped immediately with her growing anger. She was the one captive here, why wouldn’t
she run, why would he expect her submission? She wanted to be free, should be
free… she was a decent person, capable of being reasoned with, this situation
was abominable…and that was it, there was nothing reasonable about it, and he
knew it.
“Eat.”
Long-hair encouraged and turned away.
“No, Please. Come back!“ she insisted to his
retreating back and tried to get up, the trencher tipping sideways anyway and
landing with a splat upside down at her feet.
“Damn! Come back; explain what
I’m doing…” Lorrie abruptly stopped; stumbled, her vision blurring with a
sudden nauseating sway. Pain sprang behind
her eyes and she sat back hard.
Long-hair returned quickly kneeling beside
her and holding her shoulder as she sagged with fatigue. “Are you well?”
She couldn’t raise her head; clear her
thoughts. “Yes, no…I mean.” And then she sank back against the body of the log,
head rolled back against its hard support and tried to focus on him. “Who are you, where am I? You speak
English. How do you know it?”
“I am Simeon, called Souls-ease,” he replied
quietly, hands coming to Lorrie’s cheeks, her forehead; his blue gaze full of
concern “I did learn of Melan’s tongue at the feet of Seer Manuel Quester of
the Haven, enough at least to speak with those of the Etherworld.
“Here you do burn up. You are not well.”
“The Etherworld,” she ignored him. Of course she wasn’t well! She was having a fucking nightmare, one that
never seemed to end and she needed to know what the hell was going on. “What’s
that? Who are you? Who are they? What have you done with Melory?”
“Melory? I know not this word.” Simeon
continued and she stared at him stupidly wondering why his visage slipped in
and out of focus all the time. “Look,
you are sore ill.”
“No, I’m fine.” Lorrie insisted and grabbed
his hand as if she feared he would leave her. She had to know. “Melory is my sister, the little woman with
the red hair…”
“Ah, yes,” he looked mildly uncomfortable,
“She is captive of the Watcher; the Duballe
of Mavishan, he did take her…”
The words held no meaning to Lorrie but very
little of anything now did. Lorrie
blinked, tried to wipe sweat from her face, to push the humid air from about
her nose. She just needed to breathe
something cold; she was overwhelmed by the heat that seemed to be radiating
from her core, found herself panting like a dog but nothing worked and panic
sped the pace of her heart. Lorrie felt
momentarily the cold clarity of the man’s hands on her as he gripped her in
alarm trying to hold her up. The world
was turning grey, the sound of waves roaring inside her head and then darkness
rolled before her eyes, taking the sight of the world from her.
Gift of the Blood God - Drawn is Book One of the 'Faelings Doom' series, and is recommended for readers who like their romances juxtaposed with a bit of paranormal mystery, fantasy, and tension.
...Before one is even a chapter into Gift of the Blood God, graphic sexual scenes and experiences are presented...
(The) audience will find the scenes of sex and swearing are not overdone, but add a compelling and realistic feel when presented in the wider context of very real characters facing the demands of the unknown...
But sex and swearing is by no means what Gift of the Blood God is all about; these are just devices within the greater saga of twins trapped in another world where romance and death, revenge and intimacy, and love and danger are too closely related for comfort.
Move a cast of well-drawn characters into this backdrop and the ultimate result is a story line that is satisfyingly unpredictable and set in a world that is well developed, with protagonists that include priestesses and gods struggling with the sexual ties that bind.
Midwest Reviews
...an enchanting story that pulled me in and has me searching for the next installment. It instantly became a guilty pleasure. It was surprisingly that good. What I appreciated most was the time the author seemed to put in developing her world and story.
Review - Rainthursdays.wordpress.com
Well written and totally engrossing read. Can't wait for the next installment.
Review - Amazon
At first it took a while to get into this book. The writing was something (I) needed to get use to; the way the characters spoke and interacted with one another. The jumps from past-future-etherworld-past, also took a fair bit of concentration...... BUT I stuck with it and by the end of the book was eager to read on and find (o)ut what happens to the HOT couples that appear to be melding!!!:D
Review - Goodreads
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