More chances to win prizes, a cool new book from my pal Donna Grant and more!
Hi everyone! We are in the middle of a blizzard so I hope to stay on the internet today. We shall see! BLIZZARD! IT was 70 two days ago!
Places you can win fun prizes!
FUN contest and post! HERE
Cool contest and interview! HERE
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HERE – the RT basket I am giving away is big and filled with TONS of goodies!
AND…guess what? It's Donna Grant's wedding anniversary!! WOOHOO! And she has amazing new covers on her website AND a new release! SO help her celebrate her wedding anniversary by going and buying her new release! Before I share the release — Donna and I have a huge contest coming up. Godiva, Honey Baked Ham and a Kindle Fire! Oh yeah!! WE DO! More soon!
I stole Donna's blog post from yesterday! 
ME EVIL…but its a great excerpt you want to read!
SO from Donna's Blog…
I'm so happy that my Sisters of Magic trilogy is once more avaiable, beginning with Shadow Magic! This trilogy is a historical paranormal set in Medieval England. It's one of the rare stories that I didn't set in Scotland.
So, here's the blurb for the first book.
With a past soaked in sin and darkness slowly closing in around him to claim his soul, Drogan only wants to live his life in solitude. Years in the king's service and his numerous deeds directed by the crown have left Drogan with horrendous nightmares and immeasurable guilt…
Serena is a witch, cursed and forever alone. She accepts her future. Until she meets Drogan. With Drogan a passion deep and unyielding awakens inside her. She is willing to sacrifice herself for his love, but can he put his past to rest and embrace the future?
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Excerpt…
Serena leaned her head back and let the wind enfold her. The chill of the breeze made her wish she had thought to bring her cloak, but she had needed a quick escape from the great hall, from Drogan and his searching brown eyes. She ventured onto the battlements where she knew she could be alone. She loved looking out over Hawthorne and its people from the lofty perch.
She lifted her gaze and stared at the inky sky as the stars twinkled overhead. It was a full moon, and its bright light illuminated everything in its soft glow.
But she had no need of a light to know when Drogan drew near. She sensed him. She lowered her head to look at the land that was Gerard's by birthright, but hers in God's eyes.
"Hello, Lord Drogan," she said without turning around.
He stepped beside her and placed his hands on the stone wall. "How did you know it was me?"
"You have a very unique scent. The sandalwood is very strong, but I also smell traces of pine and a hint of cinnamon." She kept her eyes straight ahead, afraid to look at him.
Afraid of what she might see in his beautiful eyes. But more afraid of what she might do just to have him touch her.
"Do I unsettle you?" he asked quietly. "I have a feeling you don't care for me."
His statement surprised her so much, she swiveled her head to him. She stared at his profile for a moment. "It is the truth. You do unsettle me, but not for the reason you think. You are a good man, my lord."
"You say that as if you know it to be true."
"Because I do know it to be true."
His golden brown eyes shifted to her. "How do you know that? Because Gerard and Maris said so?"
"Actually, nay. I know it because I feel it." She reached up and placed her hand over her heart. "Here."
As soon as she touched him she knew she'd done the wrong thing. Something strong, something primal moved between them. It was heat, it was passion. And it doomed her.
"What are you?" he whispered, eyes narrowed on her in puzzlement.
Serena quickly dropped her arm and fisted her hand to keep the warmth of him against her as long as possible. "I am a woman."
He snorted. "You are much more than that," he said and turned to look at the land again.
Serena sighed and leaned against the battlement wall. She didn't move away from Drogan, although she should have. Every fiber of her being screamed to run as far away from Drogan as she could. She'd always listened to her conscious. Why would she ignore it now?
But she knew the answer. It was the desire, the need she felt inside Drogan. The longer she stood beside him, the more she sealed her fate.
"I am a bana‐bhuidseach."
"What is that?" he asked as his gaze swiveled to her.
"It is Gaelic for witch."
You know you want it !! Go fourth and buy! Happy day all!
I'll post some blizzard pictures later!
