Wishing all of you a
May all your goals be reached and dreams come true!
June
Sunday, 30 December 2018
Wednesday, 18 July 2018
My Cornish Memories - guest post on Liz Fenwick blog
It's been a while from my last blog post, however due to my family's forthcoming holidays it's quite appropriate that I let you know of one of my special memories from a holidays made a few years ago.
Before I make new memories...
Today lovely Liz Fenwick hosts my guest blog post on her blog and you can read it here.
As Liz is having a giveaway, read the blog post till the end and there you will find out how to enter it and what is the prize.
Have a lovely summer everybody.
Tuesday, 10 July 2018
Book Cover Reveal : Violet Souls by Abbey MacMunn
Release Date: 5th September 2018
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Series: The Evoxian Legacies - Book 1
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
Blurb:
While searching for clues to her past, shy single
mum, Bree Mills discovers a subculture of aliens with supernatural abilities
living on Earth.
And she’s one of them.
Finding herself hurled into a world of
possibilities, it’s made more alluring by Quinn Taylor, the violet-eyed
Evoxian from her childhood dreams.
324-year-old Quinn knows his destiny is
entwined with Bree’s, but before he can confess his love, he must wait for
her to sense the Akui, a mysterious force tied with ancient Evoxian law.
At a Cotswolds country manor, passions awaken
and ignite a love more magical than the once-Utopian planet, Evox. Then Fate
delivers a cruel and heart-breaking blow when Bree is kidnapped by a malicious
alien who wants her and her power.
Will Quinn still love her when she’s faced
with protecting her half-human daughter… whatever the cost?
Buy links - pre-order available now:
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal and fantasy
romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK, with her husband and their four children.
When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films
and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.
She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists' Association.
Contact links:
And here is a treat for you:
Excerpt
Brianna Mills grasped the curious pendant
around her neck. Like before, when she’d first touched it, the violet jewel
warmed, and her peripheral vision shrank back.
Her steps faltered. With somehow more focused
vision, she watched the man coming towards her along the tree-lined track.
Jasper stopped rummaging in the undergrowth,
sniffed the air, and wagged his tail. But despite her dog’s interest, she
sensed something…odd.
It wasn’t just the disconcerting vision or the
static electricity surrounding her. Or even the disappointment as she pondered
over the outcome of her adoption meeting earlier. No, this was something else,
something tangible. Electromagnetic energy rolled over her skin, made her scalp
tingle. A strange, coppery scent circulated in the cool spring air.
Blood pulsated in her ears, muffling the sound
of birds chirping in the trees. She came to a standstill, all five senses
fizzing with an unseen force, her heartbeat pounding like tribal drums.
Still six metres ahead, the guy looked tall,
well-built with broad shoulders, and casually dressed in a faded brown leather
jacket and dark blue jeans, worn at the knees. Overlong blond hair rested on
his shoulders, and messy waves fell either side of a tanned, ruggedly handsome
face.
Drop.
Dead. Bloody. Gorgeous.
A tiny spark ignited somewhere within and she
forgot how to breathe.
Bree recognised him. But he wasn’t anyone she’d
ever met before, not while she was awake. No, this was someone whom she used to
dream of when she was a child.
It didn’t make sense. How could she have dreamt
about him, what, fifteen or so years ago?
The spark became a small flame, breathing its
warmth on parts of her that she’d forgotten existed. Her cheeks heated. She had
so little experience with men. No wonder she’d fallen for the first guy to show
her any interest and been naïve enough to get herself pregnant.
Jasper barked, which made her jump, and then
raced towards the guy, wagging his tail and leaping around excitedly, greeting
him like some long-lost friend.
“Jasper! Get back here. Right now.”
Trying to focus through the tunnel vision, she
willed her feet to walk the remaining distance to retrieve her dog.
Get a
grip, Bree, get a grip.
Keeping her head down, she wished she hadn’t
tied her hair in a loose bun, so she could have hidden her embarrassment behind
the long tresses.
“Sorry. Jasper doesn’t normally like
strangers.” She gulped. Her words were breathless and pathetic, and she cursed
under her breath. Is he a stranger though? With shaky hands and distorted
vision, she grabbed her Labrador and fumbled with the lead, desperate to get
the damn thing to clip on to Jasper’s collar.
“Are you wearing blue contact lenses?” he asked
in a deep, hypnotic, and strangely familiar voice.
Bree blinked rapidly and her vision returned to
normal. “What…? No.” She wouldn’t look at him, preferring to give her attention
to Jasper’s lead, now gripped so tightly her knuckles had turned white.
She could almost feel the guy’s stare burning
the top of her head. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she
backed away—until she noticed his dog.
Similar to a pure white Alsatian, but she’d
never seen one as massive or as muscular. It stared at her too, with weird
violet eyes.
Violet eyes like hers.
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