Children of Annwn: The Battle by Jennifer Own Davies

jodMia’s stuck in the human realm, and her magic has gone AWOL. Her sworn enemy Greyson swoops in and kidnaps the powerless Mia, ensnaring her in his spider’s web with an offer to restore her magic. Oblivious to the risks, Mia accepts, what will be her destiny?
Ryder visits London with his friends, and Fusion enters the Battle of the Bands competition, believing the location of a portal to be nearby, but he’s bewitched by a beautiful siren. In a blood-thirsty battle for control, Ryder breaks all the rules bringing out the ancient blades and calls upon the Alltud, an arcane group, but will they help?

A battle commences to control not only Mia but the Gilgamesh, an omnipotent magical power in her possession. Ryder has agreed to end her life if she fails but will he be able to sacrifice the love of his life?

It’s time to put the greatest power of all to the test!

The Battle is the second book in the Children of Annwn series.
Sweet Cravings Publishing, Barnes & Noble, Amazon USA, Amazon UK, All romance books

Before I start writing, I do research either reading books or attending courses because I really feel it adds to the depth of the story. It opens doors in my mind that I wouldn’t have traveled down otherwise. I am currently writing book three called Children of Annwn: Power of The Gilgamesh…

jod1Excerpt from The Battle

Snowflakes floated down like tiny cotton balls from the sky, and Mia opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out to catch one. The icy crystal tingled, and Mia giggled as it melted on the warm cushion of her mouth. Exhaling, small white clouds escaped, hovering in the freezing air. Snow covered her jacket until she removed her hands from the pockets, dislodging the thin layer. Shivering, Mia rubbed her hands together, but couldn’t muster the tiniest spark of heat to warm her ice-cold limbs. The exquisite silver filigree ring on her left hand that was embedded with tiny diamonds sparkled up at her, and she smiled. Ryder’s ring sat snuggly on her hand. Smiling, she stared at the delicate and handcrafted ring, but a gust of frigid air drew her attention and any warmth away.

Mia stared across the distance at the magnificent expanse of Appalachian Mountains barely visible through the wild misty snow and howling wind. She should be inside where the heat was ramped up so high it was like a sauna, but Mia needed the energy and chaos of the storm to recharge her magic. Arctic air nipped at her cheeks, letting her know that magic was out there. Focusing on the swirling mass of wind and snow, she stretched her hands out to harness its strength, but like a dead battery that wouldn’t charge, nothing happened.

A coiling fear twisted in her gut as the bitter cold sharpened her senses and she braced herself, ready. Time froze as if taking a deep breath, and she stared at the powerful storm, listening for him. Goose bumps rippled along her arms as a footstep landed behind her, and Mia spun around with her fists raised in the air ready to fight her demon. She stared at broad shoulders encased in a gray parka covered with a dousing of fresh snow, straggly dark hair and intense chestnut eyes that narrowed at hers. His mouth twitched into a smile and he stood still.

“Hey, it’s me,” Ryder complained, raising his hands in surrender and frowning before he pulled her into a strong embrace. Brushing her long hair back over her shoulders, he rubbed her cold nose with his before dropping a gentle kiss on her tightly closed lips. Her stiff shoulders softened. Mia masked her fears but as soon as Ryder touched her and met her gaze, he sensed them. He stepped back, taking his heat with him as he gripped her arms firmly. “You think he’s here, don’t you?”

She nodded, too afraid to say the words in case Greyson slunk out from the shadows in front of them. Instead, she snuggled closer into Ryder’s firm body as if his strength would obliterate her terror. Sliding her arms around his waist, she clung to him, and he hugged her back in a possessive hold. Mia rested the side of her face against his dove gray shirt, listening to his heart stampeding inside his ribs. In his arms, she was warm and safe. He smelled delicious, fresh with a hint of vanilla and musk, and for a moment she let go of the nightmares, knowing she was protected in Ryder’s embrace. He pulled his coat further around her as she trembled, shielding her from the world.

“Mia, please tell me we are not back on that precipice with Greyson? He cannot take what isn’t his. Don’t you believe in the power of our love? You’re wearing my ring on your finger, and yet the idea of surrendering yourself lingers. I can see it. I love you Mia, and I forbid it, do you hear me?”

Tears bubbled and fell down Mia’s cheeks as she twisted the beautiful silver Celtic knot ring he’d put on her finger earlier. It was a simple wide band with twists and knots, which flared out in the center to form a large filigree heart studded with tiny diamonds. She loved it. Ryder had given it to her saying that the heart was his, and it now belonged to her. Ryder removed his arms from around her back to hold her shoulders, creating a distance between them, and instantly the cold invaded. He lowered his head, searching her eyes, pleading for an answer, gazing intently for a response. Mia stared at his breathtaking beauty, unable to believe he was hers.

“I will never leave you. I will always be right here,” she said, stabbing her finger in his chest where his heart beat.

jod3

A little bit about me…

Jennifer Owen-Davies is the author of the Children of Annwn YA romantic fantasy series. She loves creating stories that touch your heart and take you away to a magical world that leaves you craving more. Jennifer also writes adult paranormal/sensual romance and hopes to publish further stories later in 2015. When she isn’t writing, she loves to read and her tastes include Nora Roberts, Catherine Cookson, Jane Austen, Jodi Picoult, Deborah Harkness, Cassandra Clare, Suzanne Collins, P.D. James, Patricia Cornwell, Pittacus Lore, Diane Gabaldon and many more. In her spare time, she enjoys managing a local writers group and maintains an Alzheimer’s Support group on Facebook, a cause close to her heart. She also loves discovering old treasures at yard sales and revamping them, watching Grey’s Anatomy, Revenge and Vampire Diaries, walking on the beach, cooking, and when there’s time the gym.

Jennifer Davies has been married for nineteen years to her greatest supporter, and is mother to four fiercely independent boys. Life is busy. Jennifer and her husband are originally from Cardiff in Wales, but they now live on the East Coast of America in North Andover with her family and two cats. She is always striving to improve her work and delight her readers. Jennifer fell in love with New England, and among the pages of the books are references to both local beauty spots and historic sites from the area and from back in the UK that have captured her imagination. Jennifer loves to hear from readers. She also has a penchant for anything Cadburys and adores French Pinot Noir…

jod2

FB Author page, Web-site

Advertisements

Catch A Wolf by A. Katie Rose

150About Catch A Wolf

Raine, Ly’Tana and the others escape Brutal’s trap, but with dire consequences. Kel’Ratan has been grievously injured, and Rygel must take him to safety to save his life. Yet, they are not out of danger. A monstrous storm called the Wrath of Usa’a’mah has halted their flight from Khalid and they must seek shelter within a remote monastery or die under the storm’s power.

But High King Brutal has allied himself with the deadly assassins, the Shekinah Tongu. The secretive clan has sworn out a Blood Oath against Rygel in retaliation for his leaving their brothers in the forest to die. With their hellish hounds and Brutal’s dark wizard, Ja’Teel, they track Raine and Ly’Tana through the devastation left by the storm. Raine leads them into the west, toward Ly’Tana’s home of Kel’Halla, with Brutal’s menace confronting them at every turn.

As he finds himself falling in love with the exotic Ly’Tana, Raine is plagued by a mysterious voice in his head. Is he going crazy? In Raine, Ly’Tana discovers the one man she cannot live without. However, an evil entity has targeted Ly’Tana, bent on her destruction. How can Raine, Rygel, Kel’Ratan and her griffin bodyguard, Bar, keep her safe from its vast, unseen power?

Hunted by Brutal and his evil allies, Raine, Ly’Tana and their friends discover a new, and very strange, force dogging their trail – a pack of enormous, cunning wolves. Mysterious wolves who call to Raine in the night, and bring alive the secret he’s kept hidden, even from himself. Taunted by nightmarish visions, Raine is forced to confront his own dark demon – the beast within himself.

Who will catch Raine and Ly’Tana first? Brutal and his pets – or the wolves?

Thus begins the second novel of the Saga of the Black Wolf series.

150About A Katie Rose

A. Katie Rose is a Colorado native, and earned her Bachelor of Arts degree in History from Western State College in Gunnison, Colorado. She enjoys riding, teaching and learning from horses, likes camping, reading novels, watching movies and, of course, lives to write fantasy books. She currently works as a photographer in San Antonio, Texas, and is a slave to her six cats and four horses. “In a Wolf’s Eyes” is her first novel.

Amazon UK : http://www.amazon.co.uk/Catch-Wolf-The-Saga-Black-ebook/dp/B00DNPQ6A2/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1391878969&sr=1-2&keywords=Catch+a+Wolf

Amazon US : http://www.amazon.com/Catch-Wolf-The-Saga-Black-ebook/dp/B00DNPQ6A2/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1391878969&sr=1-2&keywords=Catch+a+Wolf

150

“Catch a Wolf” Deleted Scene

For this blog post, I thought you might like to read a scene from “Catch a Wolf” I cut. Being a rather anal writer, I edit stuff out, but like to hang onto them. You never know: I might want to use it somewhere else. Besides, readers of my blog may find this entertaining. I certainly enjoyed writing it.

“All right, who volunteers to cook the rest of the meat for travelling?” I asked the room. “Tor deserves a well-earned respite.”

Witraz sighed. “Alun and I will.”

Alun rounded on him in a huff before glancing at me. He relented with a sigh of his own. “He and I,” he muttered.

“Left and Right, you’re on clean up duty.”

I didn’t bother looking around to witness their twin scowls. “Just do it,” I snapped.

Kel’Ratan and Rygel chuckled. Corwyn stared at me, a look of wide-eyed amazement on his face. He half-lifted his hand toward the twins behind me. “How did you -“

“My lord, didn’t you realize?” I said with wide-eyed innocence. “I know everything.”

“Back to business,” Wolf said. “If Ja’Teel can find Corwyn at any time, then he can find us. I refuse to put him in harm’s way, just to divert Brutal.”

“It probably won’t work anyway,” I said.

“How so, Your Highness?” Corwyn asked.

I smiled. “That lovely, inspirational gesture from you to him, my friend.”

Understanding flooded his puzzled face and Wolf’s voice. “No matter what, Brutal won’t let that insult pass.”

“Even if it’s to convince us that Corwyn is on our side?” Kel’Ratan asked.

“Brutal won’t care,” I said. “He will command Ja’Teel kill him at the first opportunity.”

“If Ja’Teel can find him any time -“

“Rygel,” Wolf said quickly. “Break Ja’Teel’s spell.”

“I can’t.”

“What the bloody hell do you mean?” I snapped. “Are you the best or not?”

Rygel smiled sadly. “I would if I could, Princess. But one magician cannot break another’s spell without first findingthe signature.”

“What signature?” Wolf asked.

“Every wizard has his own very unique signature wrapped into his or her spells,” Rygel explained. “Unless one knows the signature, spells cannot be broken. It’s almost impossible to find someone’s signature. Especially when one is as smart as he is.”

I leaned forward. “You said ‘almost’.”

“I did, Princess,” Rygel said, his hands out palms up. “But it’s a daunting task. There’s another answer, though.”

Wolf raised his hand as though to clout Rygel upside his head. “Why didn’t you say so, you egotistical toad?”

Rygel flinched back. “I was getting to it, dammit.”

I covered my grin with my hand. “I strongly suggest you step lively, Rygel.”

Rygel glowered at Wolf, miffed. “I can block the spell. That way Ja’Teel can’t find Corwyn and all will be, well, perfect.”

Wolf growled, low in his throat. “Then get on it before I rearrange how your head sits on your neck.”

Muttering under his breath, Rygel stood up and strode behind Corwyn as he sat next to Rannon. I didn’t have to see his blue eyes widen, or his shoulders suddenly tense, or the flesh about his mouth pale to know his fear. For I felt it myself. While Rygel had benign, even friendly intentions, his power took the breath away.

If he used much power, I didn’t see it. Standing behind Corwyn, Rygel lightly touched his fingers to Corwyn’s head and shut his eyes for a long moment. Corwyn blinked in confusion several times before Rygel stepped lightly back and shrugged.

“’Tis done,” he said, sitting back down.

“Done?” I asked, bewildered. “What did you do?”

“Set a block,” he answered, in his most irritating drawl. “As I said I would.”

I leaned toward Wolf, catching his eyes. “Can I shoot him? Please?”

Wolf glanced from me to Rygel, then back again. He sighed, a deep mournful gust of breath. “While I wish with all my heart I could say knock yourself out,” he answered, “we need him.”

I eyed Rygel with scorn. “I disagree.”

Wolf massaged my knuckles with his fingers. “I promise you this, my dear lady. Once we’re out of Khalid for good, I’ll hold your – er – coat.”

“And this is the thanks I get,” Rygel snapped. “Ja’Teel can’t find Corwyn or us because of me and I’m to be shot? I ask you!”

“Just ignore him for the next six months,” Wolf advised.

“Depend on it,” I replied.

Rygel huffed in righteous indignation. “I am so unappreciated in my time.”

“Oh, you are appreciated, braud,” Wolf said, amiably clasping Rygel’s shoulder in his huge hand. “We just, um, hate you.”

“That’s good to know,” he replied acidly. “I feel ever so much better.” Rygel buried his aristocratic nose in his wine cup, muttering under his breath.

 Kindle Fire HD International Giveaway

To be in with a chance of winning a Kindle Fire HD, everyone who purchases either In A Wolf’s Eyes and/or To Catch A Wolf and email proof of purchase to sylv@book-tours.com will be placed into the draw.

Purchase one and get one entry, purchase both books and get three entries.

In A Wolf’s Eyes

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1d5W8VX
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1fSQhnl
Amazon DE: http://amzn.to/MABToW
Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/1d5WzzD
Amazon AU: http://bit.ly/1ectGNP

Catch a Wolf

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1bzjwa5
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1iGVxdK
Amazon DE: http://amzn.to/1jmgKNw
Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/LI4xne
Amazon AU: http://bit.ly/1o4u0XD

This giveaway is international

One of $50 Amazon Coupon
One of $30 Amazon Coupon

The winner will be announced at the end of the tour.

 a Rafflecopter giveaway

Tara Quan – Warlock’s Pawn – My Virtual Book Tour Begins!

index

This post marks the beginning of my very first virtual book tour. Fellow author Christina OW was kind enough to host my launching guest blog. As such, I thought it appropriate to reflect on all the steps leading to Warlock Pawn’s publication.

 

Step 1: Lots of reading. I’m a devout fan of Nalini Singh, Kresley Cole, Julia Quinn and Judith McNaught. I’ll buy any book with their names on the cover.

Step 2: Lots of writing. Like any profession, it takes experience to create a good product. There are more written words languishing in my computer than there are published.

Step 3: Lots of denial. I tried NOT being a writer for over ten years. Deciding to become a romance author is one of the most illogical things I’ve ever done. I don’t regret it.

Step 4: Lots of research. Offering your manuscript to a publisher isn’t easy.  I spent weeks on the internet coming up with a short list of places that would be a good fit.

Step 5: Lots of submissions. There’s no harm in asking, but it takes a great deal of time and effort.

Step 6: Rejections and Realizations. I have a decent collection of emails saying “no” in creative and not so creative ways. I trunked my first two complete manuscripts (for very good reason).

Step 7: First yes. Tower in the Woods will always have a special place in my heart.

Step 9: First encounter with an editor. All the colors on my marked up manuscript made it clear just how much room I had for improvement.

Step 10: First sale. NovelRank doesn’t register your book until at least one person pays for it. I have a sinking suspicion this sale was to my mother.

Step 11: Starting all over again. Being a glutton for punishment, I wrote something very different from my first one.

An erotic journey filled with deception and suspense, Warlock’s Pawn is my second published work and the first book in my Captive Fates series. My hero is a warrior who uses magic as his weapon, and my heroine is a fey foreseer determined to alter her kingdom’s destiny. Amidst a fantasy desert setting, they first fall in lust and then in love with each other.

I’ve included a sneak peak below. Come visit my website (www.taraquan.com) for more about my writing. I’m also on Twitter (https://twitter.com/LaylaTarar) and Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/taraquanauthor).

Blurb:

Foreseeing the warlock’s destiny, Warlock's PawnAlia saves the man her sister plotted to kill. He returns five years later to conquer her city. A pawn in a battle for desert waters, Alia resigns herself to a political marriage and an empty bed. But when Duncan demands more than just her name, she chances losing her heart along with her freedom.

Determined to reclaim her kingdom, Anora parlays her body to remain at Duncan’s side. From within the Helicon court she spins her web, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Alia is all that stands between her and the throne. Her sister must cease to breathe before the warlock’s affection wanes.

A master tactician, Duncan has no qualms making Anora his courtesan and Alia his queen. But it is Alia’s eyes that haunt his dreams, and she soon becomes his only weakness. With the perils that haunt the Helicon court, caring for the fey is absolute folly. A warlock’s love is a fatal curse, and Alia’s death will be his undoing.

Content Notes: Intense Heat/Edgy Erotic Romance, Anal Play/Intercourse, Light BDSM Practices or Play, Ménage

Excerpt:

Gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, Duncan tilted her delicate face up for better scrutiny. “Those fey eyes do not lie. Even with your face covered, you are as much a symbol of Dionian power as Anora. Those in the city may not bow at your feet for fear of retribution, but they know you are their princess all the same.”

Anger flashed, turning the purple pools a darker shade. “I serve them, warlock, as a disciple of the goddess. I mend bones and brew elixirs. I provide those with need the knowledge they seek. Dionians respect the temple because it is they we serve, and they see me as one among the many who help tend their wounds. Very few know what the color of my eyes mean.”

As his mind mulled over changes to strategy, he could not suppress a triumphant smile. “Then you are a more useful pawn than I first believed. When your bloodline is revealed, you will have already earned your people’s loyalty. Alia. It is a name I shall never forget.”

For reasons he could not understand, Duncan was reluctant to release her. Nonetheless, he laid her on the cold shifting sand and rose. An arduous path awaited him, and he was eager to begin the conquest he should never have attempted to avoid. Helicon needed the waters this kingdom possessed. What he failed to acquire through marriage, he would now have to take by force.

Surprising him, Alia lifted her hand in an unmistakable gesture. “You need power to return to your lands,” she observed as their gazes met. “Take what your body demands.”

“You will be weakened beyond awareness,” he warned even as he crouched by her side. His newfound conscience and practicality warred as Duncan scrutinized her small form. She was half his weight, and standing, her head would not reach the center of his chest. She was young, her power untrained, and she was too weak to make such an offer. “You have but a trickle of magic left. If you allow me to drain your life force, the act will forever tie your mind to mine.”

Her eyes were those of one who had often faced a destiny not of her choosing. “The link goes both ways. Accept what neither of us can change. You cannot wait for the sun to rise, for the princess will not be satisfied without your body. Soldiers will arrive at dawn, and the ravine takes days to traverse. Just promise you will leave me safe inside the temple’s walls. I will be cared for while you spend the next half decade coating the sands in blood.”

He took her hand and felt the uneven rhythm of her pulse. She knew what was being offered and where this choice would lead. There was a reason his kind risked their lives to possess the fey. He overlooked caution in his courtship of Anora because she was the only fey princess he believed existed. With their blood came indescribable power, enough magic to transport him back to his lands. Only a warlock could take a fey’s power at will, and that very nature had once pitched the two races in a war that led to the near-extinction of both. Worshiped by humans as demigods, very few of either bloodline still lived.

“What do you ask? What is the payment you demand for saving the life of the Ruler of Helicon?” he questioned as he bent his head to her proffered wrist and brushed his lips against her palm.

“I ask that you be merciful,” she said as he drew in her life force, and pure white magic seeped through his body to undo all that Anora’s poison had wrought. With the bond came an understanding of words that need not be spoken, of a request made by a being who knew too well how this war would end.

Once he was sated, Duncan released the fey’s hand and gazed upon her pale unconscious form. He bent to press his lips against her cheek before fastening on the veil.

“The Dionian court will pay for its crime, and one day you will belong to me,” he whispered as he lifted the feather-light body into his arms. “But the people you protect will be safe under my rule. To that you have my vow.”

Buy Links:

Reviews & Consolidated Buy Links available at – http://taraquan.com/captive-fates/ Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BW7BYLY

Rafflecopter:

Click on this code and enter the raffle to stand a chance to win!!

Tara Quan’s New Captive Fates Series

Warlock's PawnDelve into a fantastic world of political intrigue, magic, and a sword-wielding alpha male, in Book 1 of Tara Quan’s new Captive Fates series . Who will survive as two women and one man fight for the right to rule in a world of blood and sand, where becoming a warlock’s queen is a fatal curse? Inspired by The Arabian Nights, Warlock’s Pawn is romantic suspense at its best.

Foreseeing the warlock’s destiny, Alia saves the man her sister plotted to kill. He returns five years later to conquer her city. A pawn in a battle for desert waters, Alia resigns herself to a political marriage and an empty bed. But when Duncan demands more than just her name, she chances losing her heart along with her freedom.

Determined to reclaim her kingdom, Anora parlays her body to remain at Duncan’s side. From within the Helicon court she spins her web, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Alia is all that stands between her and the throne. Her sister must cease to breathe before the warlock’s affection wanes.

A master tactician, Duncan has no qualms about making Anora his courtesan and Alia his queen. But it is Alia’s eyes that haunt his dreams, and she soon becomes his only weakness. With the perils that haunt the Helicon court, caring for the fey is absolute folly. A warlock’s love is a fatal curse, and Alia’s death will be his undoing.

Find Author at:

Goodreads:     http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6888308.Tara_Quan

Blog URL:     http://taraquan.com

Twitter:   LaylaTarar

Find out more about the book and the author on the 22nd of May, her first stop on her blog tour. I’ll be hosting her and she’ll share more about  The Warlord’s Pawn and her writing life!