Chest of Bone is out! I couldn't be prouder, but I've got so much news, along with some giveaways, I had post a blog about it!
Jeffe Kennedy's Jepp, star of The Edge of the Blade, is one of the most kickass protagonists I've ever read. She's also one of my favorites
It’s been a while since I’ve read an historical romance. Parris Afton Bonds’ THE CALLING OF THE CLAN: Book II pulled me right back into the genre with her lyrical writing, astonishing setting, and vibrant characters. "Her almost inaudible sigh was the lonely wind on the many dark nights he had lain alone." Oh, how I loved that line
Janus. Two aspects of the same face. Oria's Gambit is the second aspect of Jeffe Kennedy's Sorcerous Moon series. And what an aspect it is! The first novel, Lonen's War, wrestles with battles and blood, death and destruction. Oria's Gambit is a quieter book—the war having been won—quiet in the way of a volcano just before it explodes. The novel bubbles with intensity. Dialogue, negotiation, and politics all ratchet up the stakes, but the novel’s heart and soul rests in the power of Oria's and Lonen's relationship. To say that association starts off fractious is an understatement, given that their two nations are at each other's throats. I hate spoilers, so I won't elaborate, but know that the tension spirals ever higher, tornado-like, into a funnel of incredible power and emotion. I adore these two characters, not to mention the ever-wry and fierce dragonlet, Chuffta. Kennedy's writing is always exceptional, her world building deep and her characters complex. She soars with this exotic and compelling series of two kingdoms, two ways of life, and two lovers who seem as disparate as Jekyll and Hyde, yet are anything but. And once again I'm left drooling for the next novel in the series. Ms. Kennedy, please write fast.
Pictures tell stories. Do you tell stories with them? While I speak most of my tales via words, I love taking photos. Figured what's a blog for. Right?
Twelve Years Ago...
My first solo signing for Body Parts, my debut novel. My hand clenches the curtain.
“I can’t do this,” I say to Bill.
He smiles that slow, easy smile of his. His eyes are warm, assured. “Sure you can.”
“No, I can’t.”
“How come?” he says.