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Sard - Elisette by Sue Perkins

Capet Sard makes his appearance in a minor role in the first of the Cloud Kingdom series Caishel. 
Book 2 of the Cloud Kingdom series Elisette (due out 21st August) presents him as the hero. Here we find out a little about his life.
My dream Capet Sard
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curaphotography / 123RF Stock PhotoWelcome Capet Sard, thank you for coming to visit my blog.
Sard: It's a pleasure. I'm finding this world very interesting.
Tell me what is a Capet?
Sard: It's a step in the hierarchy of my planet Hejmen. At the bottom are the merchants and townspeople. The next step up are pages, usually the sons of noblemen. Then come the Capets. We have finished our training but are not experienced enough to become Sires, which is the level above Capet. Then at the top are the Dukes of the Cloud Kingdoms.
What do you actually do?
Sard: I am a Capet in Duke Ailan of Lan's court. I attend to matters in his realm that he's too busy to see to. I also accompany him when he visits other castles.
Will you eventually become a Sire?
Sard: Yes, I will. But I won't make it to Duke. I'm the heir to my father's estate of Karn in the dukedom of Rak. We breed nahhars and have a fine stable.
And a nahhar is?
Sard: I think you call them unicorns although they're not exactly the same. Beautiful animals of all different colors.
What is the badge you wear on your tunic?
Sard: It's a Horak, the bird is the emblem of Rak. Lan has a dragon as its emblem.
Are there dragons on Hejmen?
Sard: I don't think so. Duchess Caishel dug through the archives in the castle of Lan and found the very first Duke remembered the tales his father told him of huge scaled creatures back on the home planet. The Duke decided to make this his emblem.
What do you see in your future life?
Sard: I'd like to find a wife and settle down to raise a family. My home life as a child was a happy one and I'd like to have the same for my own children.
Have you anyone specific in mind to take as your wife?
Sard: (blushes) Yes I have, but forgive me if I don't tell you who. She's rather special but quite shy. I must go now but thank you for inviting me to visit your world.


Blurb Capet Sard helps Lise obtain a job as nursemaid in the floating Castle of Lan. Love blossoms between noble and servant, but Sard is called home to Rak. Shortly after his departure Lise discovers she is pregnant and travels to Rak. Lise is in danger and Sard is worried he hasn't heard from her. He sets out to discover her whereabouts and joins with the Eos to attempt to find his beloved. Failure to rescue Lise and find the true heir of Rak could mean disaster for the whole planet of Hejmen.
ExcerptThe girl's steps were brisk, each one taking her further from the life of drudgery on the farm. Life in the town would be no easier, but at least there'd be payment for working, and maybe a chance to meet girls her own age.Her departure had been an hour after sunrise when the day moon Daith sat like a pink shadow in the sky. Two hours later, her footsteps took her past the mileage stone at the turning onto the main road to Landon. The town appeared in the distance and her eyes widened at the sight of the sky castle floating high above the ground. Ellie remembered their journey to the farm when her mother married Horgarth. The castle had looked unkempt, with a tilt slightly off its true level. Now the sunlight glinted off the surface making it a sparkling jewel in the bright blue sky.Hearing the sound of hoofbeats behind her, the girl moved to one side of the road to allow the rider to pass. To her surprise, the nahhar stopped. The same young man who had asked directions the day before looked down at her."Are you heading for Landon?" he asked with a smile."Yes, Sire -- I mean Capet." Ellie ducked her head to hide her confusion."So am I. Can I offer you a ride on Vassar?"Ellie glanced up, looking for Vassar, before realizing the Capet spoke about the golden nahhar."Thank you, but no. I haven't far to go now.""I'll walk with you." He dismounted and, taking the reins in his hand, stepped out beside her.         Ellie thought his offer had been a mere courtesy and expected the noble to ride on. Instead he walked beside her, smelling clean and fresh, not like her stepbrothers who always had a stale odour of sweat hanging off their bodies. Should Ellie speak or remain silent? The Capet solved the problem by chatting casually about all manner of things.
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Nick - Autumn Love by Jaclyn v di Bona

Nick is the hero of Autumn Love a book written by Jaclyn V Di Bona which has yet to be published. This excerpt is when the hero, Nick meets Jolie, the heroine for the first time. She is bringing his grandchildren to him in Santa Barbara, CA.
Patrick called out to the children. "There's your Nonno, kids.""Oh-h, my." Jolie stared in disbelief at this handsome specimen of manhood. Her first thought was the stereotype of a grandfather definitely did not fit this man. No way. No how.His black denim shirt stretched across wide shoulders and tapered down over a flat stomach into his jeans. His shirt opened at his throat, his sleeves rolled up, revealing well-developed, muscular arms. He sported a deep tan, giving her the image of his working out in the sun, stripped to his waist. His black, well-worn jeans clung to a single long, muscular leg. A cast encased the other leg partially obscured by the denim cut loosely and tied together, holding the material in place.Jolie's gaze traveled back up to his strong features. His skin stretched taut over high cheekbones, and a hawk like nose stood out on his weathered face. His blue-black hair looked as though he'd run his fingers through the thickness in nervous agitation. He gripped the crutches tight. Was he nervous about his beloved grandchildren not liking it here?Crutches, now she understood why he didn't meet them at the airport. It wouldn't be easy trying to maneuver around with them, especially in a crowded airport. Still, he could have come to greet them and waited in the van. Did he know about her background and was making sure she'd come to the ranch. Anything was possible, time would tell.He struggled across the uneven tiles, he frowned, his frustration apparent. He straightened his shoulders and stood tall. The tightness of his jaw showed he wasn't pleased with his disability. She sensed he wouldn't welcome any assistance. A strong wave of pride bounced off him, confidence bordering on arrogance. At the same time, she couldn't help wondering if all this struggling was a bit overdone for their benefit. She chided herself for being unkind. She and the children stood by the car watching his slow approach. The children wide-eyed and excited all at the same time. Silence settled around them as grandfather and grandchildren stared at each other. Beneath dark brows, his dynamic, malachite eyes held her speechless. Eyes the color and clarity of the finest emeralds. Deep, clear and probing, the intensity of his cool gaze zeroed in on her. She shivered at seeing a man no one in his or her right mind dared to cross. Good grief. Another Rob. She bit her lip. Forget about him. You're here for the children, and then you'll be gone.Her heart quickened the moment Nick turned, his glance flickering over her. His gaze covered every inch of her, lingering for a moment on her breasts. The corner of his mouth twitched before he glanced back to focus on his happy grandchildren.He leaned over on his crutches and gazed at his grandchildren. His eyes softened and sparkled like warm Bermuda water as he beamed at the twins. His smile took her breath away. Heavens, that smile of his could melt glaciers, and women would fall at his feet for a smile like that."A month has passed since I've seen the both of you. You've shot up. Anthony, at the rate you're growing, you'll be as tall as I am. You're both my heritage. Everything I've worked for was for both of you." When they frowned at him, he chuckled. "Not to worry, you'll understand when you're older. I love you both very much and I'm happy you arrived safely."Jolie swallowed hard as her throat constricted. She blinked fast to keep tears at bay as Nick reached out and squeezed Anthony's shoulder. She heard the tightness in his voice, the pain in his eyes darkened and they glistened when he stared into Anthony's smiling upturned face."Every time I see you, you look more look your father. I miss him so much. I know you do too."Anthony glanced up at his grandfather. "Mommy said I look like my Daddy, and Daddy looked just like you." He paused, deep in thought and frowned. "So, if she's right, that would mean, I . . . um . . . look like you?" Rubbing his small nose, he squinted up at his grandfather. "Well, almost."Nick threw his head back and let out a bellowing laugh. He reached out and tapped Anthony's small nose, and ruffled his hair. "Be thankful for the almost.""Hey, don't forget me," Adriana added, tugging at his shirt to get his attention.Nick's  love for them, his joy at having them here, lit his expression. Jolie smiled as he grinned, reached out, and gently tilted up his granddaughter's chin. He turned her face from side to side as though pretending he was trying to remember. "Forget you, no way. You haven't changed, except to get more beautiful every time I see you. You're the image of your mother. I miss her too." He leaned down and kissed her forehead.Adriana giggled in delight at her grandfather's kiss and his words.Jolie's heart quickened the moment Nick turned, his glance flickering over her. She straightened, gathered her courage, and extended her arm.
"How do you do?"
 http://jaclynvdibona.blogspot.co.nzJaclyn is a long-time member of Romance Writers of America, and is also an active PRO member of the New England Chapter of RWA, where she served as treasurer for four years. She also served as co-chair wizard critiquer with From the Heart Critique Group. In addition she served as a judge for RWA's Golden Heart Contest for many years.Jaclyn joined Desert Breeze Publishers and cannot imagine a better place to write. To have the license to be able to create from her vivid imagination romance set in any genre, intrigue time travel, and suspense stories the way she imagines romance should be.She met the love of her life at age sixteen and after Lou graduated from MIT, the couple raised three children and sadly lost one son to cancer. Jaclyn enjoys espresso, reading romance novels, and would love to hear from her readers. She is. hard at work on her next novel.
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Heroes and Heroines - Coming Soon

Starting 28th July a load of handsome men/creatures will visit my blog for the Heroes tour. Drop in each day to see which author's heroes make an appearance.

On the 4th the Heroines start their week of visits. 

Get to know the heroes and heroines from your favourite authors.

See you soon.

Favourite books on my bookshelf

I love fantasy books, but which fantasy authors do I like and if I had to pick one of their books as my favourite, which one would that be? I've chosen five of my favourite authors and these are Anne McCaffrey, David Eddings, Naomi Novik, Trudi Canavan and Terry Pratchett.

Anne McCaffrey's Dragons of Pern series is wonderful, although as time went on she did tend to repeat the stories from a different angle. Now Anne is no longer with us, her son Todd has taken over the series. At first I wondered if he could live up to his mother's reputation. Surprise, surprise he breathed new life into the dragons. I also like Anne McCaffrey's other books, both solo and written with other authors. Her Planet Pirates and Crystal Singers books are breathtaking. I would say that my favourite book of this author would be Killashandra the first book of the Crystal Singers trilogy. It has life, love and humour and also drags you into the story and holds you there, while hurtling you through space.




Naomi Novik's Temeraire series took me back to Napoleonic times but introduced dragons into the history books. Once again the first book of the series is my favourite. It was wonderful how a battle could lead to so much confusion and change the life of a sea captain who thought his future to be straightforward. Taking care of a dragon egg and later the dragon who emerged and bonding with him changed his private and military life forever. However, Captain Lawrence teaches Temeraire a strict code of ethics which the dragon interprets his own way and they end up in even more trouble.


David Eddings Belgariad and Mallorean are both marvellous series in their own right. I always thought they were a lighter version of Tolkein's Middle Earth, but have to admit these books also have their dark moments. David and his wife Leigh have also written other series set in a similar time period/ background, but I think the first book of Belgariad will always remain my favourite. Pawn of Prophecy really got to me with the young befuddled hero who had no idea who he really was, or why he had got mixed up with these strange magical people. It was also the first fantasy book I read which got me hooked on the genre.





Trudi Canavan has written a beautiful series about the two different types of magic - black and white. The magicians of Imardin believe white magic is the way to go, but is it? In the third book The High Lord (my favourite) the High Lord Akkarin reveals his hidden secrets to Sonea, an apprentice magician. She is fearful but also fascinated by his revelations, but they change the world she has always known into something completely different. The whole series, plus the sequel series, makes magic seem so natural I wondered why we don't have it in our world.


And last but definitely not least Terry Pratchett. His Discworld series is fantastic. I have no idea how he comes up with all the ideas. I mean who would imagine a giant turtle with four huge elephants on his back and a flat world on top of the elephants with the whole lot flying endlessly through space? Question: Is the turtle male or female? Only Terry Pratchett can take such a concept and add humour to the mix. Now comes the difficult bit. Which one to choose as a favourite? They all have great characters but I have a soft spot for Rincewind and Granny Weatherall. I think I'd have to opt for The Colour of Magic. This book introduces the Discworld and three characters two of who continuously appear throughout the series. First there is Rincewind - Wizard - failed. He only knows one spell and isn't allowed to say it. Next is Twoflower - the Disc's first tourist and lastly his luggage - he plays a major part in this book and a minor part in one of the other Discworld books. What's so special about the luggage? For a start it moves itself around, no wheels or hoisting onto shoulders for this trunk. The Luggage (spelt with a capital L) has legs and runs after its master (or anywhere else that takes it's fancy). 


I hope you enjoyed a look into my bookcase - yes I have all of these on my shelves. 

New Release

Caishel - Cloud Kingdoms Book One, is released by Desert Breeze Publishing. This is a fantasy romance book set on an alternate world. Castles float in the air and nahars (unicorn type of animal) are the usual mode of transport.

Caishel survives on the streets of Ardville by dressing as a boy, but she jumps at the chance to become a page in the cloud castle. Sire Ailan offers her the job as he believes her to be male. He soon finds out the truth, but keeps the knowledge to himself. The safest way to protect Caishel is to maintain her disguise. His major problem is can he protect her from himself?


Excerpt
Caishel strutted into the departure hall with a show of bravado. A few feet inside the hall, a hand pulled her to a stop."What are you doing here?" A boy dressed as a castle page asked aggressively. "Trying to steal something I bet. Guard!"Caishel struggled and managed to free herself, but a guard appeared and grabbed her arm."What's going on here?""This filthy urchin," the page's tone showed he considered Caishel a piece of dirt, "has no right to be here. He's probably trying to get up to the castle so he can steal something."A crowd gathered, attracted by the commotion."Is this true, boy?" The guard demanded."I'm going to the castle to be a page." Defiance colored her words."A page! You a page! The likes of you don't get hired as pages." The crowd muttered in support of the other boy's words."Would someone mind telling me what's going on here?"Ailan hadn't spoken in a loud voice, but his cool authority cut through the murmuring crowd and an abrupt silence fell as everyone turned to look at him."This urchin shouldn't be here, Sire," the guard holding Caishel's arm replied. "We think he's trying to get up to the castle, probably to see what he can steal.""He says he's going to be a page to a noble." The page sneered. "Of course, it's got to be a lie. None of our nobles would hire a wretch like him.""You are?""Frano, Sire! Page to Sire Moir," the boy replied crisply, but his self-assurance withered under Ailan's scrutiny.Caishel hid her amazement at the way Ailan gazed silently at the guard. The man shifted uncomfortably until the Sire flicked his hand; the guard released her."Thank you. Now if you would be so good as to clear the way, my page and I would like to board the transport."The crowd instantly moved aside for the Sire. Caishel grinned wickedly at the boy who had spoken, then waggled her fingers at the end of her nose. Frano scowled, anger darkening the youthful features."I think the rude gesture was a little unnecessary," Ailan commented quietly as they took their seats on the transport."Stuck up preeve! Thinks he better than me. Why shouldn't I show him what I think of him?" Her shoulders hunched, Caishel sank down in her seat, annoyed the Sire had seen her insulting gesture.
"I can think of one good reason," Ailan replied. "Your work hours and free time will be spent with the other pages. It's not a good idea to make him your enemy before you even get to the castle!"

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January 2014

Not too bad a start to 2014. Almost finished decluttering the house and tidying up the property, nearly finished final read through of my February release and looking forward to seeing Dolly Parton in two weeks time. 

I've always wanted to see Dolly Parton as I love her singing and the sense of humour that comes across in her interviews. For the first time in 30 years she's coming to Auckland so friends and I are going to the show. We're really excited to be able to see her.

On another note the North Island had a big earthquake today. Felt it here in the South Island, but only as a teacup shaker. 

This is an update to where I am at the moment, but hopefully in future I'll be able to update my blog on a more regular basis.

Hope you all had a good festive season and 2014 has started well for you all.

Happy New Year Everybody

Only minutes to go here in New Zealand and we will welcome in 2014. Here's wishing all your hopes and dreams come true in the New Year. Happy New Year to my friends and family across the globe.

Free eBook

Doesn't time fly? I can't believe it's three months since I wrote on this blog. Must get myself back into the art of blogging again.

The reason I'm posting today is Desert Breeze's free eBooks for Christmas are now available. One of the free books is my prequel to The Sixth Key. This is the story of Tynan's mother, a previous Queen of Sacral, and revolves around The Queen's Ring.

Visit the link and find not only my free books, but also other sweet romances by Desert Breeze's fabulous house of authors.



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The Reluctant Bride by Beverley Eikli

BLURB:

Emily Micklen is proud, passionate – and left with no option after the death of her loving fiancé, Jack, but to marry the scarred, taciturn, soldier who needs to secure a well-connected wife.

Major Angus McCartney hopes that marriage to the unobtainable beauty whose confident gaze about the ballroom once failed to register his presence will offer both of them a chance to put the past to rest.

Emily’s determination to be faithful to Jack’s memory is matched only by Angus’s desire to win her with honour and action. Sent to France on a mission of national security, Angus discovers how deeply Emily has been duped, but the secrets he uncovers lead them both into danger. Can Angus and Emily unmask the real conspirators before they lose everything?

Excerpt
Major Angus McCartney was out of his depth.
He glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. Only five minutes in this gloomy, oppressive parlour after the womenhad arrived and he was questioning his ability to complete his mission, a feeling he’d not experienced before Corunnafour years before.
He’d been unprepared for the assault on his senses unleashed by the beautiful Miss Micklen. He shifted position once more, fingering the letters that belonged to her. For two years he’d carried the memory of the young woman before him as a confident, radiant creature in a white muslin ball gown with a powder-blue sash. Now her tragic, disbelieving gaze unleashed a flood of memory, for in her distress she bore no resemblance to the paragon of beauty at the Regimental Ball, a bright memory in an otherwise tormented year after he’d been invalided out of Spain. Clearly Miss Micklen did not remember him.
She’d remember him forever now: as the harbinger of doom, for as surely as if he’d pulled the trigger he’d just consigned her hopes and dreams to cinders.
She turned suddenly, catching him by surprise, and the painful, searing memory of the last time he’d confronted such grief tore through him.
Corunna again. As if presented on a platter, the image of the soldier’s woman he’d assisted flashed before his eyes, forcing him to draw a sustaining breath as he battled with the familiar self-reproach which threatened to unman him.
He reminded himself he was here to do good.
‘A skirmish near the barracks?’ the young woman whispered, resting her hands upon her crippled mother’s shoulders. ‘Last Wednesday?’
‘That is correct, ma’am.’
Mrs Micklen muttered some incoherent words, presumably of sympathy. Angus pitied them both: Miss Micklen digesting her sudden bereavement, and the mother for her affliction. The older woman sat hunched in her chair by the fire, unable to turn her head, her claw-like hands trembling in her lap.
He cleared his throat, wishing he’d taken more account of his acknowledged clumsiness with the fairer sex. He was not up to the task. He’d dismissed the cautions of his fellow officers, arrogantly thinking he’d be shirking his duty were he not the one to deliver the news. It was condolences he should be offering, and he had not the first idea how to appeal to a frail feminine heart.
Nor was he accustomed to the lies tripping off his tongue as he added, ‘A tragic mishap, ma’am, but Captain Noble acquitted himself with honour to the end.’
Miss Micklen’s gaze lanced him with its intensity. Tears glistened, held in check by her dark lashes. ‘I can’t believe it,’ she whispered, moving to draw aside the heavy green velvet curtain and stare at the dipping sun. ‘Jack told me he was on the Continent.’
Choosing not to refute Jack’s lie, he said carefully, ‘An altercation occurred between a group of infantry in which I was unwittingly involved. When Captain Noble came to my assistance he was struck a mortal blow to the head. I’m sorry, Miss Micklen.’
He wished he knew how to offer comfort. The beautiful Miss Micklen of the Christmas Regimental Ball had seemed all-powerful in her cocoon of happy confidence. Unobtainable as the stars in heaven, he’d thought as he’d watched her skirt the dance floor in the arms of the unworthy Jack Noble. For so long he’d carried Miss Micklen’s image close to his heart and this was the first time he’d been reminded of Jessamine.




Sue Perkins review of
The Reluctant Bride by Beverley Eikli
A lovely historical romance set in England in Napoleonic times. The main characters are caught in a web of intrigue and Emily, the heroine, finds the stability of her life is rocked when her fiancé is killed and everything disintegrates around her.
Angus, the hero, is strong and considerate with a consuming passion for Emily. They struggle through their first months together, with Angus going on business for weeks at a time, leaving Emily alone with her thoughts which turn from sorrow to disbelief with many other confusing moods along the way.
I truly enjoyed this book, a wonderful story and I loved the way the author made me aware of the historical times, without throwing historical facts at me. I just hate it when the story is swamped by history, but this is not the case in The Reluctant Bride. I would imagine in this era there were several women like Emily who found themselves in a difficult situation, but had no savior to turn to. A lovely book with well drawn characters and emotions which were very real to life. If I were rating this I'd give a five out of five.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Beverley Eikli is the author of eight historical romances published by Pan Macmillan Momentum, Robert Hale, Ellora's Cave and Total-e-Bound. Recently she won UK Women's Fiction publisher Choc-Lit's Search for an Australian Starcompetition with her suspenseful, spy-based Regency Romance The Reluctant Bride.
She's been shortlisted twice for a Romance Readers of Australia Award in the Favourite Historical category — in 2011 for  A Little Deception, and in 2012 for her racy Regency Romp, Rake's Honour, written under her Beverley Oakley pseudonym.
Beverley wrote her first romance when she was seventeen. However, drowning the heroine on the last page was, she discovered, not in the spirit of the genre so her romance-writing career ground to a halt and she became a journalist.
After throwing in her job on South Australia's metropolitan daily The Advertiserto manage a luxury safari lodge in the Okavango Delta, in Botswana, Beverley discovered a new world of romance and adventure in a thatched cottage in the middle of a mopane forest with the handsome Norwegian bush pilot she met around a camp fire.
Eighteen years later, after exploring the world in the back of Cessna 404s and CASA 212s as an airborne geophysical survey operator during low-level sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and Greenland's ice cap, Beverley is back in Australia teaching in the Department of Professional Writing & Editing at Victoria University, as well as teaching Short Courses for the Centre of Adult Education and Macedon Ranges Further Education.
She writes Regency Historical Intrigue as Beverley Eikli and erotic historicals as Beverley Oakley.
Beverley won the Choc Lit Search for an Australian Star competition with The Reluctant Bride.
Shortlisted for the 2012 Australian Romance Readers Award for her novel Rake's Honour
Finalist in the 2011 Australian Romance Readers Awards for her novel A Little Deception.
Links:
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The Rainbow Ghost Bus - SALE PRICE!!!

The Rainbow Ghost Bus is now available at the sales price of $2.95




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I am happy to announce my new Tween novel The Rainbow Ghost Bus is now available for purchase in several different formats at MuseItUp Publishing, Amazon and many other ebook sellers. A fantasy novel, it is written for 9-12 year olds. A little bit of fantasy, a little bit of ghosts and a very human boy and girl who have to solve the mystery of the ghost bus with the Number 13 on its front.



The Ghost Bus takes Jack and his sister to Sunland. It abandons them and will only return when they have collected letters to solve the mystery of the Rainbow Bus Company. But which letters and how do they find them?