Friday, May 24, 2013
Artist Rick Stanton needs a commission. He faces eviction from his apartment and his latest project is on hiatus. Worse, his muse refuses to cooperate. A recent letter may contain the inspiration he needs. Inside is the photograph of a mysterious woman, her face hidden by an umbrella. But there’s no identification, no way for him to contact her. A month later, another envelope arrives, this time with a phone number. Realizing this may be his last chance, Rick calls her. The woman introduces herself as Elizabeth and tells him she wants him to paint her portrait.
Rick agrees, only to learn there are conditions. Elizabeth is a recluse who lives with her two servants in a Victorian manor. She never allows her face to be seen. Not only must he stay at Elizabeth’s residence while painting her, he can’t leave, nor can he ever tell anyone about the portrait.
Sensing something isn't right, Rick is even more disturbed by the sinister undercurrent beneath the household’s genteel façade. It’s somehow connected to the family portraits hanging in Elizabeth’s living room. Could they be haunted? And why doesn't Elizabeth’s housekeeper want Rick to finish the painting?
We now return to our regularly scheduled program...
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Thank you, Pam for having me as your guest today. My new romantic suspense, SOLSTICE, was released on May 4th and it was great fun to write. For my second novel, I wanted to try something a little darker and edgier – and Solstice was born. It’s a story of magic, murder, and a 250-year old family curse that takes the life of one person per generation.
My main character, Sofia Palmolosi is an Italian witch or a Strega. I have read many wonderful ‘witch’ books but none that really delved into Italian Witchcraft, Stregheria. Growing up with a Sicilian grandmother that talked about the Stregas of her village in Sicily, it seemed like the natural thing to write about.
Stregheria is an ancient religion dating back to the early Etruscan people of pre-Roman Empire Italy. Tana, their Mother Goddess is still part of the Stregheria worship even though she was replaced with a new, younger Goddess, Diana, as the Roman Empire grew and became powerful.
Stregheria and Wicca have similarities but in and of itself, Stregheria is different. There are eight celebrations throughout the Wheel of the Year, although they are called Tregundas, not Sabbats.
The moon is an old and important part of the rituals of Stregheria. The ancient teachings of the Mythos of the Full Moon, links the light of the moon to the passage of the soul. Each morning the God would travel from east to west across the sky gathering souls who had left their bodies while he was gone. He then went deep into the Underworld and presented them to the Goddess. She, in turn, gave them to the Realm of Luna (the moon). As more souls were collected, the light of the moon increased until it was full. As the souls were reborn back to earth, the light of the moon would decrease until it was dark.
Stregheria is steeped in mystery and secrets. Until recently, you simply could not become a Strega. It’s a hereditary religion and you had to be born into a family of Stregas. The spells, incantations, traditions and rituals were passed down from generation to generation. Today if you wish to walk the path of the Strega, you can learn the ways, but not all will be revealed to you. Many aspects of the ‘old religion’ or La Vecchia Religione will remain an enigma, only privy to those of the sacred bloodline of the Strega.
Time is running out for Armend Zogu. The 250-year old family curse on his head will claim him on his 30th birthday, the winter solstice.
Sofia Palmalosi is just the Strega who can save him. A descendant of a long line of powerful Italian witches, their magic was a gift bestowed on them by the Goddess Diana.
In order to break the curse, Sofia and Armend must piece together the sheet music from an old violin sonata that Armend’s ancestor wrote for his forbidden love.
Together Sofia and Armend embark on a journey from New York to Sicily and the ancient ruins of Diana’s temple and back to New York while fighting a battle of wits and magic with a psychopath who wants them both dead and the curse intact.
If the curse doesn’t kill Armend, breaking just might.
Once in a lifetime you meet a person who takes your breath away. Not because you want them to, but because they are meant to. – Author unknown
The warm October sun beat down on her, yet it couldn’t quell the chill that quivered down her spine. She stood still and waited. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of two casually dressed men. They appeared to be in a heated conversation, but from behind their dark glasses, Sofia knew they watched her every move.
Could she get to the front door of the gallery before they made their move? She climbed a step and stopped. She rifled through her purse and ascended another step. Three more to go.
Powerful arms snaked under hers.
“Sofia Palmalosi?” a blond man with a southern drawl asked.
She didn’t answer.
“Please come with us,” said the dark haired man.
Defiant, she crossed her right leg over her left and dropped to the ground. “Ms. Palmalosi, don’t do this,” whispered an irritated voice. The man on her right tried to lift her without drawing unwanted attention, but she remained seated in her resistance.
“Don’t make a scene. We’re trying to help you.”
Sofia closed her eyes and relaxed her body. With deep cleansing breaths, she cleared her head and summoned the Lare, the spirits of her ancestors. In her mind, she repeated the incantation.
Dear ancients ones, powerful and wise
Many times to you I’ve prayed
Please reach down from high in the sky
And offer to me your gentle aid.
The wind picked up and cool gusts blew against her face. Her eyes fluttered open. Bits of litter and leaves spun within the vigorous whirlwind that surrounded them. The men on each side of her fought to keep their balance against the unexpected squall. Their free hand flailed in the air as if they were swatting at a swarm of hornets. The Lare wouldn’t hurt them. They were mischievous, not malicious. Sofia sat patiently as first one, then the other man, let go of her, needing both hands to break their fall as they tumbled to the ground.
From behind, another pair of firm hands gripped under her arms and raised her to her feet. This time her legs straightened and supported her. The wind had calmed. The Lare had vanished.
“What the hell are you doing?” a new voice demanded.
The arrival of another person wouldn’t cause the Lare to disappear. Unless…
“What Mr. Palmalosi asked us to. Make sure his daughter arrived safely to his office.”
“She’s not a criminal.” The third man steadied her on her feet. His warm breath was on the back of her neck. “Sofia, are you all right?”
She’d had enough. “Why is it—” She whipped around and was stopped short by dazzling, steel-blue eyes. She cleared her throat and continued. “You know my name, but I don’t have a clue who any of you are?”
“I’ll let your father explain.” Mr. Steel Blue shooed the two men away. “I’ll make sure Ms. Palmalosi gets to where she is going.”
The taller of her two assailants spoke. “Ma’am, we’d like to apologize.”
“You both work for my father?”
The stockier man nodded at Mr. Steel Blue. “Yes. All three of us do.”
“My parents have never had security quite like you before.”
They mumbled an apology or obscenity and left.
Sofia crossed her arms over her chest and looked to the last man standing for an explanation. Once more, spellbound by his eyes, she took a step back and caught her breath. She should be doing the bewitching, not him.
He stood a few inches taller than she did. His black hair was longer than most men chose to wear theirs these days. He sported a neatly trimmed beard.
He held the gallery door open for her. “Your parents are waiting for you.”
Intrigued by the handsome man who caused the Lare to vanish, she went inside.
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Debbie Christiana would sit in her room as a little girl and write stories about ghosts, unexplained events and things that go bump in the night. She combined her love of the paranormal with her fascination of unusual love stories and decided to write paranormal romance. She has two novels published with Black Opal Books, TWIN FLAMES and SOLSTICE.
In 2012, she had two short stories published. The Land of the Rising Sun, was one of ten included in the anthology BITES: Ten Tales of Vampires and The Thirteen Steps is featured in BELTANE: Ten Tales of Witchcraft. Debbie is a member of RWA and the International Thriller Writers, Inc. She is the Secretary of her local RWA Chapter of Connecticut and Lower New York. She lives in Connecticut with her husband and three children.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
When writing the first novel in my paranormal romance trilogy, The Garnet Dagger, I created another world for my characters. However, when I was world building there were several things that helped me.
It has to be believable. Yes, I know this is a ‘fantasy’ world and we are only limited by our imaginations, but there also has to be logic. For example, if sharks swam in sand instead of the ocean, would they still have gills? Or would they have another way to breathe? Sometimes our own world can help us. Nature is fascinating. I used hornet behavior for my Bergone characters. If a hornet is killed, it releases a chemical or pheromone that alerts other hornets from its nest to attack. If this chemical gets on a person, clothes, etc. it can also trigger an attack.
Keep accurate notes. I made this mistake. I had meshed two mythological creatures into one and called it a different name. Unfortunately, I had to remove this snippet from my novel because when the editor asked what this was, I could not find the two sources I had researched years before. Notes are always a good idea even if you do not use the material in a current story as it may fit better in another.
There has to be some similarities with our world for readers to relate. If the world is too convoluted with otherworldly ideas and words, the reader may become lost. What I did was create a limited vocabulary the reader would need to know, and in some instances, I made it a similar word to our own or a lesser known word. Say you want a Rowan tree in your story, but you do not want to call it that. Looking up the other names and folk names of Rowan the encyclopedia has: mountain ash, Dogberry tree, Old Norse raun, Quickbane, Quickbeam, Quicken, Quickenbeam, Ran tree, Roan tree, Rune tree, Sorb apple, Whispering tree, Witch wood, Witchbane, etc. Any of those names would work or a combination. Sometimes the Latin name tweaked with your imagination.
Finally, world building is massive, especially how different from earth you want it. Take it one step at a time. It is both extensive and rewarding. Ironically one of the best parts for me is a reader asking questions about the world cause they enjoyed it and the novel, but that it did not distract from the story and characters.
Andrea R. Cooper
Debut author of The Garnet Dagger
Andrea’s Bio: Growing up in Houston, Texas, Andrea has always enjoyed creating characters and stories. But it wasn't until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels.
What happened that ignited the writing flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories. They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real world. Then she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl).
Andrea writes paranormal and historical romance. When not writing or reading, one may find Andrea dancing in Zumba.
She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.
The Garnet Dagger is her debut novel and is a paranormal romance with Crimson Romance.
Excerpt: Chapter One
I’ve known death. For over half a millennia, I escorted many to death at the end of my sword. In the eyes of the dying, I watched it shroud them. Foolishly, I thought many more eras would pass before death came for me. It came so swiftly that I could not run; I could not escape. At a village, dressed in human clothes, I took in everything. By observing for eons, I understood and spoke their language. The world of mankind fascinated me. Their hobbled homes burrowed into the ground.
Rocks crunched on top one another with thatched roofs woven from straw. Never had I seen a home or inn that was higher than three levels, as if they were afraid of the sky. I delayed my return to my people as I watched human jugglers bounce torches and knifes. It was autumn equinox and the festivities would continue well into the night. Children laughed as they chased each other. A trail of leaves from their costumes twirled after them. It was dark when I reached the forest. Since I was already late, I hiked uphill to a shortcut rather than take the long path back home. I didn’t need to alert any of my kind near the barrier at this hour. Liana would wonder why I was late.
Tonight was the two month anniversary of our hand twining ceremony. One more month as was custom, and then we’d be wed. A gasp rustled through the trees. The roots shot a warning through to me with stifled caution. Adjusting my pack, I continued on instead of changing back into my Elvin clothes. After I passed the border which kept humans from entering our land, then I’d change. In the distance, I heard a groan. Curious,
I spun in the direction of the sound. The autumn wind breezed through my worn human clothes, chilling me. But someone needed help. I turned in the direction of the sounds. Whatever made the noise should be a few yards ahead.
I hiked slower than my normal speed, so as not to startle whatever human called out. My leather boots crunched upon dried, diseased leaves and bark. Horrified, I glanced up. Branches twisted around each other to suffocating. Lifeless limbs cracked in the wind. Flesh of the trees sloughed off in layers, exposing its bones. Gashes hollowed out chunks of warmth. Fragments of leaves clung to finger tips, marking sepulchers of the dying trees. Trees mourned with wails like splitting wood, and I brought my hands over my ears. I must flee before I became infected, they told me. Flee before the stain of this defilement creeps into you, they warned. Trees spoke to my kind, always had. Yet these trees were in such agony of death that I could not breathe. Felt as though my lungs had folded in on themselves, like a moth unable to break loose from its cocoon.
Nothing I could do for them, and if I lingered too long, whatever disease gnawed upon them may choke me. Where would I go if I carried something so foul as to devour trees from the inside out? I’d never return to Tamlon if I brought this infection with me. I drew away, but a movement at the base of a decaying tree to my right caught me. My night vision picked up the sight of a human. His sallow face seemed to glow in the moonlight. Poking out from rags lay his arms and legs, which resembled skin stretched over sticks. So cadaverous was his face, I’d have thought him dead if he hadn’t moved.
“Please,” he said and his voice sounded like cicada’s vibrations, “help me.”
“What ails you in this troubled place?” I wondered if my voice, foreign to my ears in speaking the human’s language, revealed my nature.
“I am lost.” His dark eyes crinkled around the corners. “Without strength to rise. If you would but assist me up, I’ll be on my way.”
I’d never touched a human on purpose before. Was it that that gave me pause, or dread that stilled my heart? My feet itched to flee. As soon as I helped him, then I’d leave. I gritted my teeth and reached a hand down.
His gnarled fingers snapped on my arm, making me wince. Jerking me forward, his face contorted. Surprised by his strength, I fell beside him. Blackness curled around me. Teeth, fangs, broke through the skin on my neck. Then I knew him for what he was, a vampyre.
Cooper, Andrea R. (2013-03-25). The Garnet Dagger (Crimson Romance) (Kindle Locations 60-67). F+W Media. Kindle Edition.
The Garnet Dagger Book Trailer http://youtu.be/ISi0u9LoseM
Andrea is giving away an e-book copy of The Garnet Dagger to one commenter. The contest ends May 6 at 11:59 PM. Good luck!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Southern Kentucky Book Fest and Writers Conference
April 19-20, 2013
|Knicely Conference Center, Bowling Green, KY|
This past weekend, I made the annual spring trip to Bowling Green, Kentucky, home of Western Kentucky University.
My destination was the Knicely Conference Center. There, for two days, bibliophiles converge on a two-day event known as Southern Kentucky Book Fest. Friday is the Kentucky Writers Conference and Saturday is the Book Fest, which includes authors of all genres.
The Writers Conference has four sessions, with three workshops per session. The conference includes workshops on characterization, plotting, revision, and query letter writing, making it accessible to new writers as well as more seasoned ones.
My first workshop was David Bell’s “Creating Suspense in Fiction.” He pointed out that every story, not just thrillers and mysteries, should be a page turner, and that character creates plot. Other tips for creating suspense were raising questions in each chapter, delaying answers, starting in the middle of the story, and having an evenly matched protagonist and antagonist.
The second workshop was Brent Fisk’s “The Fine Art of Revision.” While geared toward poetry, the tips given could be used for narrative writing. Along with writing a first draft while your inner editor’s tied up and gagged, he advocates taking a fresh approach to universal ideas, and advises writers to listen to comments given by readers, even asking questions to clarify potential problems. Other advice: read the poem aloud, think about why you've written what you did, and put the poem away so you can approach it with fresh eyes.
Session three was “Chapter 1 Do’s and Don’ts” by Chuck Sambuchino. While he acknowledged “voice trumps all,” he made it clear there were certain elements editors and agents don't like. Some of the reasons for rejection included scenes where nothing happens and info dumping. The list of “Don’ts” included clichés, flowery writing, dream sequences, and “laundry list” descriptions. He also advised against comparing your work to successful, best-selling authors and not looking to past books, because what worked for those authors then may not work now.
As for “Do’s,” he recommended introducing the protagonist soon as possible, mastering point of view, opening with a hook, and having characters act rather than do nothing. He also suggested writers look at page one of debut published authors to see how they start their books, and to query six or seven agents at a time, rather than all at once. This way, if agents don’t respond to your query, you can revise it and send it out to another handful.
The last session was “Revision as Reconstructive Surgery” by Kristin Tubb. One of the things she emphasized was summing up your story in one word. If a scene or element doesn't work toward that word, either revise or cut. She also suggested asking why. Why is this character telling the story? Why this POV? Why this setting, plot turn, etc.?
Following Friday’s writers conference was the Saturday book fest, and the first one I’d attended. (Usually I return to Louisville on Friday.) But this year, Sherrilyn Kenyon was going to be there, and I didn't want to miss meeting her again. (I first met her at Hypericon.)
|Dan Andriacco and Duffy Brown|
Saturday was a great day for meeting new authors, including mystery writers Duffy Brown and Dan Andriacco. I talked to them about writing mysteries, Killer Nashville, and about being possible speakers at our local Sisters in Crime presentations. (It’s all about the networking.) :-)
I also met fellow Louisville Romance writers Katie McGarry and Alison Atlee, as well as Julie Kagawa, whom I’d met at Fandom Fest and Bethany Griffin and Kelly Creagh.
|Bethany Griffin and Katie McGarry|
Chatted with Kristin Tubb a little more about those ubiquitous revisions and writing YA. I think if I ever do venture into that area, it’ll be New Adult. I have a couple of stories that fit that category, but they’re unfinished.
Aside from buying books and chatting with authors, I attended Chuck Sambuchino’s “Create Your Writer Platform” and Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Q-and-A panel.
|Kelly Creagh and Julie Kagawa|
The most important thing I took away from Sambuchino’s workshop was giving something of value to the reader. There seems to be a fine line between promotion and marketing and giving something your audience can benefit from. He also advises against trying to do everything, but focusing on those areas where you have the most impact. Social media can be overwhelming, but it doesn't have to be. Sambuchino’s book, Create Your Writer Platform, also discusses many of these principles.
Switching gears now, a few paragraphs earlier, I mentioned Sherrilyn Kenyon being at SOKY Book Fest. What can I say? She’s a major influence, and the reason I stayed for the Saturday portion of the weekend. Her RWA speech (2011) still makes me cry. If I ever become a successful author, she is who I want to emulate, as someone who makes her readers and fans feel appreciated.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
|Courtesy of MorgueFile.com|
I spent most of my time post-submission staring at a monitor and wondering why I was such a failure. Yes, once again, the behemoth Doubt had stampeded into my imagination, trampling on my creative endeavors. My story ideas were stupid, I was a fraud, I'd never be published again, etc.
Part of my frustration was lack of output. I would see my writing friends turn out books on a regular basis, and here I was, still working on a story I started two years ago. And that doesn't count the stories I never finished. Why was I such a slow writer? As you can guess, self-doubt fed on frustration, and I ended up withdrawn and depressed.
And then I got a copy of Rachel Aaron's book about writing 10k words a day, and I realized my plotting process was slowing me down. I would have Post-It notes here, hand-written notes there, along with character and plot worksheets, and any manner of reference material (often a stack of books with aforementioned Post-It notes sticking out of the pages).
I needed to rein in the chaos if I was going to write more efficiently. But how? There was one way, but I wasn't sure I wanted to go there. A few years ago, I'd bought Liquid Story Binder when it was on sale during National Novel Writing Month. I liked the idea of the program as being a way to organize my writing: research notes, images, character charts, plot outline, even character journals. But LSB has a high learning curve, and, until one starts playing with it, can seem overwhelming.
But I hated my professional career, and I knew it couldn't get better unless I changed something. Good news was it probably couldn't get any worse. I decided to use Serpent Fire, the second book in my Angels of Death series as my guinea pig.
I started by creating character dossiers, including adding images of people who looked most like them. This was followed by galleries of Louisville locations and a vague plot outline, including inciting incident, plot points, black moment, etc. I also ran the story through Dramatica Pro, a story development software. Right now, my targeted word goal is 50k.
2012 was the Year of the Short Story for me. Let's see if 2013 becomes the Year of the Short Novel. :-)
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
It’s a colorful world.
Color is such a substantial part of our lives. It covers our walls, floors, cars, clothing, even our hair (especially the gray ones). We even have designated colors for the holiday seasons. It allows us to express our moods and preferences. Everyone has a favorite color. Mine is any variation of blue. Right now, dark teal is my fav. Throw it with brown, gray, or lime green for pizzazz. I’m in heaven. Which brings me to my next point –
Colors can affect our mood and emotion. Ever wonder why a doctor’s waiting room is usually blue? If you haven’t noticed, check the next time you go. Blues keep us calm. Bright yellows keep us awake. Greens sooth and relax. Reds elicit excitement and aggression.
Color can even be found in your favorite book. Color imagery has an amazing way of conveying meaning in words you are reading whether a scene, character, object etc... Why are all those alpha males dressed in black leather? Black triggers an immediate picture in our mind of the hero whether the author wrote the words or not. It symbolizes power, danger, evil, sexuality. Now, put that same alpha hero in an orange shirt and green leather pants. What’s the first thing that comes to your mind? For me, I think of a clown. The change in color alters the image you have of this character. In your head or through the author’s words, you have to make that character work for his bad ass image. I’m not saying it can’t be done, but it takes skill to get there. A sword slinging, buff alpha in green leather pants and an orange shirt. Oh, my—so not working for me.
We often glaze over the use of color in novels. Our subconscious does the work for us. I love to use color imagery in my writing. In Soul Awakened Kendra has this overwhelming fear of the dark. She carries this little green flashlight. Yes, I put conscious effort into the picking the color of this flashlight. Obsessive, I know, but yet how it is used in the novel lends very well to its color choice. Green not only sooths and relaxes, it is the color of renewal and health. As readers, we may not consciously catalog the fact that it is green, but our minds use that information to process the circumstances. It wasn’t until I watched the bonus material for the movie, The Sixth Sense, did I find out that the director used red objects in scene shots where Bruce Willis was with the boy. It was his way of delineating the two planes of existence. I know, now everyone is going to run back and check that movie out. LOL :-)
My novels are based on Ancient Egyptian mythology. This culture used colored turquoise gems to protect them from evil spirits. Properly placed charms on the mummy protected all the vital organs of the body for their journey to the afterlife. You will find in Soul Awakened, a turquoise veil of magic covering the entrance to the demotic vault that houses all the black magic texts. Only those without sin can pass through the veil and Kendra is just that kind of girl.
So, to make this fun I’m going to make you think back to a novel you read. Did the author use color to convey a meaning or mood? Can you give an example of how it was used in the book? Or just share your favorite color.
Giveaway: Commenters will be entered to win the following: Of course, a little green Maglite, plus signed cover flats. (US only) Plus, don’t forget to join the book tour giveaway, Kindle Fire HD plus e-copies of Soul Reborn and Soul Awakened.
Bio: In her pursuit of a nursing degree, Jean Murray aspired to see the world and joined the Navy. At the end of 2011 she said a heart-breaking goodbye to her Navy family and retired after twenty years of military service. Although her dreams of writing full time have yet to come true, she continues her writing journey and draws inspiration from her travels abroad. She enjoys spending time with her family and of course, writing about the “Carrigan sisters and their mates, Gods of the Underworld,” to bring you the next installment of the Key to the Cursed series.
Author Jean Murray brings a wonderful new spin to the paranormal world with her Egyptian Underworld gods. She broke ground in the paranormal romance genre with Soul Reborn (ARe Best Seller/NOR Reviewer’s Top Pick) and now continues the Key to the Cursed journey with Soul Awakened (NOR Reviewer’s Top Pick). See what readers and reviewers are saying about her new book ~ http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16484518-soul-awakened?auto_login_attempted=true
BOOK I: Soul Reborn
THE HUMAN REALM, HIS BATTLEFIELD.
Asar, the Egyptian God of the Underworld, has been tortured and left soulless by a malevolent goddess, relegating him to consume the very thing he was commissioned to protect. Human souls. Now an empty shell of hatred, Asar vows to kill the goddess and anyone involved in her release, but fate crosses his path with a beautiful blonde huntress who has a soul too sweet to ignore.
DEADLY SECRETS BETTER LEFT UNEARTHED.
Lilly, fearless commander of the Nehebkau huntresses, is the only thing standing in the way of the goddess' undead army unleashing hell on earth. But Lilly has a secret—one she is willing to sell her soul to keep. If the Underworld god discovers her role in the dig that released the goddess, she will lose everything, including his heart.
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Romantic Times (RT) Book Reviews (Sept2011) - 4/4.5 stars/Scorcher, http://www.rtbookreviews.com/book-review/soul-reborn
Bitten by Paranormal Romance – 5/5 Alpha Howls, Hot http://www.bittenbyparanormalromance.com/2011/07/review-of-soul-reborn-key-to-cursed.html
Night Owl Reviews: Reviewer’s Top PICK/ 5 Stars (Abigail, Feb2013) “The first book in the “Key to the Cursed” series was absolutely phenomenal. Anything that deals with old world deities and is written well always hooks me from the get go. This was definitely an excellent book to begin a new series.” http://paranormal.nightowlreviews.com/V5/Reviews/Angibabi4-reviews-Soul-Reborn-by-Jean-Murray
BOOK II: Soul Awakened
LOVE FOR BLOOD OR HONOR
Kendra, an Egyptologist and demi-god in waiting, is the key to unlocking Bakari, the Egyptian God of Death, from his cursed slumber. Desperate to free him, she inadvertently binds herself to the god with a spell that only death will undo. To save Bakari from himself, she may have to sacrifice her innocence, and possibly her soul, before he becomes his family’s worst enemy.
HAUNTED BY SINS OF THE PAST
Bakari awakens to a world at war and a beautiful woman who has tethered his soul to hers. In the wake of his self-destruction Kendra is his only hope of salvation, but another has vowed to keep Bakari from the one thing he craves most-- his Parvana. His butterfly.
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