Greetings!
Once again, I am happy to be part of a blog hop with some pretty amazing authors, and will even be featuring some of them here in the next couple days.
On this first day, I am giving a couple excerpts from my book Descent (The Birthrite Series, #1) that feature some characters of Irish descent. :) There is also a giveaway of the book after the post. So if you haven't started the series yet, here is your chance. :)
Now without further ado, here is the blurb and the excerpts...
BLURB:
Visions of infant twin boys, clouds, a young woman taking her own life, and a collision of space, time, and realms...
On the eve of Summer Solstice in 1844, four men in different areas of the world share an experience that impacts not only their own lives, but those of the future generations. The first man is Nicolae Ganoush, a young Romany fugitive from a slave village in Wallachia. The second is Jonathan Blake, an eighteen-year-old Irishman in the American Midwest who finds himself falling in love with a young woman from a nearby Sioux village. The third is James Livingston, a prominent figure in colonial America, and the fourth is Hector de Fuentes, a sixteen-year-old from Tuxpan, Mexico with special gifts and visions enhanced by a mysterious and wondrous cave. Each man carries his own inner battle, unbelievable ancient truths deep within their lineages, and demons that are much closer to home than any of them would like.
Later in 1931, seventeen-year-old Dorothy Blake, a descendant of Jonathan and his Sioux wife, is living in Plains, New York, the town founded by James Livingston. The notorious Fleming Orphanage has long fallen into disuse but kept by the town as a landmark. The buildings loom high on a hill, overlooking the town, taunting the townsfolk with its lore. On Halloween night, Dorothy ventures up with friends, and the group of six expects nothing more than a good time along with a few laughs. But they fall into a dark, brutal evil; one that extends beyond the orphanage and town of Plains, far back into history. Their descent is only the beginning…
The Birthrite Series is an epic journey into the vast unknown, plunging deep into the dark crevices of the mind, begging the question of what sanity really is and if the insane truly are. Are we really shown the whole truth of what surrounds us or is it an illusion? It also tells of deep-rooted love, planted centuries ago and a story of family, forgiveness, and redemption.
EXCERPT 1:
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Paperback copies of Descent (The Birthrite Series, #1) and Sacred Atonement:Novelette (The Birthrite Series, # 1.5) available together for the low price of $21.00 at my Official Website
My music projects are available at CDBaby
My filmwork is on IMDb
"The Birthrite Series" and other books at Smashwords and Barnes & Noble NOOK
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Once again, I am happy to be part of a blog hop with some pretty amazing authors, and will even be featuring some of them here in the next couple days.
On this first day, I am giving a couple excerpts from my book Descent (The Birthrite Series, #1) that feature some characters of Irish descent. :) There is also a giveaway of the book after the post. So if you haven't started the series yet, here is your chance. :)
Now without further ado, here is the blurb and the excerpts...
BLURB:
Visions of infant twin boys, clouds, a young woman taking her own life, and a collision of space, time, and realms...
On the eve of Summer Solstice in 1844, four men in different areas of the world share an experience that impacts not only their own lives, but those of the future generations. The first man is Nicolae Ganoush, a young Romany fugitive from a slave village in Wallachia. The second is Jonathan Blake, an eighteen-year-old Irishman in the American Midwest who finds himself falling in love with a young woman from a nearby Sioux village. The third is James Livingston, a prominent figure in colonial America, and the fourth is Hector de Fuentes, a sixteen-year-old from Tuxpan, Mexico with special gifts and visions enhanced by a mysterious and wondrous cave. Each man carries his own inner battle, unbelievable ancient truths deep within their lineages, and demons that are much closer to home than any of them would like.
Later in 1931, seventeen-year-old Dorothy Blake, a descendant of Jonathan and his Sioux wife, is living in Plains, New York, the town founded by James Livingston. The notorious Fleming Orphanage has long fallen into disuse but kept by the town as a landmark. The buildings loom high on a hill, overlooking the town, taunting the townsfolk with its lore. On Halloween night, Dorothy ventures up with friends, and the group of six expects nothing more than a good time along with a few laughs. But they fall into a dark, brutal evil; one that extends beyond the orphanage and town of Plains, far back into history. Their descent is only the beginning…
The Birthrite Series is an epic journey into the vast unknown, plunging deep into the dark crevices of the mind, begging the question of what sanity really is and if the insane truly are. Are we really shown the whole truth of what surrounds us or is it an illusion? It also tells of deep-rooted love, planted centuries ago and a story of family, forgiveness, and redemption.
EXCERPT 1:
...when he pulled on
the reigns, slowing Samson to a halt just in front of her.
She ceased her singing
and regarded him with dark, inquiring eyes. His heart pounded as his
gaze traveled from her moccasined feet to her long, silky mane of
black hair. She appeared a couple of years younger than he (possibly
sixteen years of age), and Jonathan immediately figured her to be
from the nearby Dakota Sioux village.
I have never seen such
beauty before, he thought.
He observed his
surroundings, a habit he had developed from living on the frontier.
Somehow though, he felt safe within this patch of trees.
In an attempt to put
her at ease, he masked his own nerves, offering a friendly smile that
was met with apprehensiveness.
“Please, lass,” he
said. “My intention is not to hurt you.”
The girl relaxed her
stance a little but remained silent.
He slowly dismounted
and hooked Samson’s reigns to a strong branch on the closest tree.
When he turned back to face her, their eyes locked: her near black to
his grayish-blue.
The evening’s light
wind carried strands of her hair, and Jonathan could feel the world
around him fading until he existed with only her on that covered
path.
As his feet took him
toward her, visions of them together in a paradise with no physical
or emotional barriers between them burned his mind’s eye. 'Can I
take you away to find the Garden of Eden to find our Heaven
together?' he desperately wanted to ask her.
She stood frozen in her
place as he closed the distance between them.
The two were close to
touching as he struggled with the urge to lift her into his arms and
claim her lips. He drew in a breath and opened his mouth to speak
again, but before any words could be said, she jumped back and ran
toward the other end of the trail.
“Please! Don’t run
away,” he called after her, but she had already disappeared into
the outside field, leaving Jonathan alone on the trail with Samson.
A strong wanting to run
after her pulsed in his every fiber, but he resisted. His steps were
heavy as he moved down the path, stopping to stare out to the field
she had run to…
EXCERPT 2:
The clock on
the nightstand pointed to three 'o' clock in the early morning when
Kimimela was wrenched from sleep. Perspiration matted strands of
black hair to her face and shoulders as she pressed her palms against
the cool sheets spread over a goose-feather mattress. She willed her
breath to slow, and her eyes turned toward her husband who lay in a
peaceful sleep beside her. His bare chest moved with the rhythm of
his breathing, and the blanket had slid down, revealing the slightest
hint of his defined hip.
A small smile played across her lips;
the mere site of Jonathan was enough to bring light to her darkest
moments. “What would I do without you?” she whispered.
Her first thought was to wake him. She
had done so several times in the last three months after experiencing
the terrifyingly vivid dreams. Without question, he always took her
into his arms and stayed up for as long as she needed him, even if he
had to work or tend to some other business in the morning. On some
nights, his protective comforting turned to romance (as a couple
regularly intimate with one another, the two preferred sleeping
without the barriers of clothing even on the coldest nights). Being
close to him quelled her night terrors and in that moment, she wanted
nothing more than to hear his soothing voice, feel his strength and
the warmth of his skin.
Kimimela lifted a hand to gently shake
him but stopped herself. His worrying for her had escalated in the
last month after the confirmation of her pregnancy.
I cannot keep doing this to him. The
arrival of our little one will bring plenty of sleepless nights...
She brought the lifted hand to her
stomach. On the other side grew a baby that was half of her and half
of Jonathan. According to her symptoms, she was about three months
along with her belly just starting to grow. After being married for a
little over a year, this child would be their first.
Kimimela inhaled deeply and turned back
to him. “Just sleep tonight, my love.”
She lightly brushed her fingertips down
the side of his face before pausing to place her hand over his heart.
As she felt the gentle beats, Jonathan stirred slightly.
In the last two years since their
initial meeting on that wooded trail, he had given her many firsts.
He was the first man she truly fell in love with, the first to kiss
her, the first to intimately touch her, and the first to be with her
as a lover. Her heart raced as images of their wedding night played
through her mind, along with the events that led up to it.
She turned her eyes toward the window
at the other end of the room. The waxing moon peered in at them
through a small opening in the curtains as she remembered that day
two years ago when she ventured out alone against her father's
adament warnings about never wandering the frontier.
Kimimela had discovered the small
pocket of forest in the spring of her twelfth year. The pocket that
seemed out of place from its surroundings. From her first moment
setting foot on the canopied trail, she was filled with a sense of
belonging she never felt anywhere. In the four years that would
follow, a young Kimimela fell in love with its serenity. No one could
touch her here and she truly felt free from the confines of her
village and the uncertainty of the outside world. In the Sioux
language, her name meant ‘butterfly’ and suited her well.
In the time she was regularly visiting
her secret place, Kimimela had never seen so much as a footprint on
the path other than her own; therefore, she assumed herself as the
only one who knew of it. That is, until the day a young Irishman by
the name of Jonathan Joseph Blake rode toward her on a large, black
horse, catching her by surprise (and slight dismay). It was two days
prior to the summer solstice...
*****
For first access to giveaways and other content not seen by the rest of the world, sign up for the free Messages from the Labyrinth Newsletter!
Paperback copies of Descent (The Birthrite Series, #1) and Sacred Atonement:Novelette (The Birthrite Series, # 1.5) available together for the low price of $21.00 at my Official Website
My music projects are available at CDBaby
My filmwork is on IMDb
"The Birthrite Series" and other books at Smashwords and Barnes & Noble NOOK
My books and music are also on Amazon and iTunes
Tiffany on Goodreads
Support great authors and independent bookstores at Smashwords and Indiebound
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