Son of the Moonless Night, The Turning Stone Chronicles, Book Three by CD Hersh, guest author

Genre – Paranormal Suspense Romance

Heat Level – Sensual

Release Date: Mid May 2015

 

Owen Todd Jordan Riley has a secret. He’s a shape shifter who has been hunting and killing his own SON OF THE MOONLESS NIGHT_505x825kind. To him the only good shifter is a dead shifter. Revenge for the death of a friend motivates him, and nothing stands in his way . . . except Katrina Romanovski, the woman he is falling in love with.

Deputy coroner Katrina Romanovski has a secret, too. She hunts and kills paranormal beings like Owen. At least she did. When she rescues Owen from an attack by a werebear she is thrust back into the world she thought she’d left. Determined to find out what Owen knows about the bear, she begins a relationship meant to collect information. What she gets is something quite different-love with a man she suspects of murder. Can she reconcile his deception and murderous revenge spree and find a way to redeem him? Or will she condemn him for the same things she has done and walk away from love?

 

Excerpt:

A crash in the alley stopped Katrina Romanovski mid-stride. Like the October mist swirling in off the lake, her gypsy blood stirred sending her intuition into high gear. Something unnatural was happening.

Go see what’s wrong. She heard her father’s voice as clearly as if he stood next to her.

On the heels of his words came her mother’s pragmatic warning in clipped British tones. You know what curiosity killed. Katrina pushed the ever-present warning aside. Mom never approved of Dad’s supernatural hunts and even less of his drawing her into them.

Pulling the oversized cross she always wore out from under her shirt, Kat looked around for a weapon. Please, not a vampire. I hate vampires! A piece of wood sticking out of the trashcan at the front of the alley caught her eye.

Grabbing it, she broke the end off into a sharp point. The mist-filled air filtered the light from the single bulb over one of the alley doorways. The wind swirled the loose trash around making a quiet approach difficult. Sidestepping the paper, with the stake in one hand and holding the gun she took from her purse in the other hand, she crept into the alley.

A roar echoed against the buildings, the sound nearly sending her running. That roar wasn’t a vampire. It sounded more like an animal. Kat inched closer. In the yellow pool of light from the back door of the building, a black bear, over seven feet tall, reared on its back legs and swung its paw at the man standing at the edge of the light. He crashed to the ground, shirt torn open from the slashing claws. Blood covered the fabric, and he clasped his left hand over his shoulder to stem the flow. The bear bent toward him, teeth bared in a smile. A wicked smile.

Kat aimed her gun, but before she could pull the trigger, a shot rang out. The flash of gunpowder lit the face of the injured man. The blast reverberated against the buildings. With an enraged bellow, the bear staggered backward against the wall. Shaking his head, the animal dropped to all four paws. Weaving like a drunk, he lumbered toward his attacker. The man took aim again, shooting the animal between the eyes. Animal and human collapsed on the dirty, littered pavement.

As she started to move forward, Kat’s gypsy senses crawled over her skin like angry red ants. As she slipped back into the shadows, the bear shed fur. Changing size. Then, finally, turning into a man.

Shape shifters. Her stake wasn’t any good against them, and her bullets weren’t silver. This one appeared dead anyway. Had the wounded man seen the shift? Tossing the stake aside, she paused by the shifter and quickly moved to the wounded man. Out cold. Still human.

When she touched him, his eyelids fluttered open. “Did I get it?”

“What?”

“The bear.”

 

Amazon buy links:

The Promised One (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 1):
eBook: http://amzn.com/B00DUMODKI
paper back: http://amzn.com/1619353504

Blood Brothers (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 2):
eBook: http://amzn.com/B00OVNFC8W

The Son of the Moonless Night (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 3):
eBook coming soon

 

Bio:

Putting words and stories on paper is second nature to co-authors C.D. Hersh. They’ve written separately since they were teenagers and discovered their unique, collaborative abilities in the mid-90s. As high school sweethearts and husband and wife, Catherine and Donald believe in true love and happily ever after.

Together they have co-authored a number of dramas, six which have been produced in Ohio, where they live. Their interactive Christmas production had five seasonal runs in their hometown and has been sold in Virginia, California, and Ohio. Their most recent collaborative writing efforts have been focused on romance. The first two books of their paranormal romance series entitled The Turning Stone Chronicles are available on Amazon. The third book in the series Son of the Moonless Night is to be released mid-May by Soul Mate Publishing.

 

Where you can find CD:

Website: http://cdhersh.wordpress.com/

Blog: http://cdhersh.wordpress.com/blog-2/

Soul Mate Publishing: http://smpauthors.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cdhershauthor

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/C.-D.-Hersh/e/B00DV5L7ZI

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorCDHersh

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CDHersh

 

Welcome spring!

Welcome spring!

Coming soon: New books for your pleasure. MUSA PUBLISHING has closed its doors and we are working on new manuscripts and covers. Until then, enjoy our old posts and we’ll update very soon. Thanks for your patience!

Emma J. Lane

What is a Regency Romance?

awonderfulwickedduke-200We’ve discussed many times what exactly a Regency Romance is, a period of time in English history when King George III was unable to conduct the country’s business and his son was appointed in his place as a “Regent.”  I call the stories of that period a relaxed read and hope readers agree. Certainly I enjoy writing these light stories with a sweet rating and a historical setting.  I tell folks to remember that Jane Austenscandalousdesign-200 wrote the first Regency novel, but for her it was a contemporary. This wonderful author gave us a firm glimpse of life in the English countryside for a gentleman and his family.

Georgette Heyer was probably the next most influent author for the Regency period. Her light touch and sense of humor (writing in the ’50’s) keeps her books popular long past her own lifetime. Aficionados of the genre appreciate the many examples which follow and are now available.  Examples of this short period of time, 1811 until King George IV was crowned in 1820, are still popular and a favorite genre.

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Welcome guest blogger Alina K. Field

In Bella’s Band, the heroine, Annabelle Harris, takes a coach trip on a snowy December day. Research for her journey led me to E. W. Bovill’s English Country Life, 1780-1830, and a fascinating discussion of English hedgerows.

Because timber was a valuable commodity needed in ship construction, landowners planted trees in the boundaries of enclosed fields. Oak was too slow-growing to be an effective commodity. Ash was favored for its quick growth, but it competed with crops for nutrients. Landowners settled on the elm as the perfect hedge tree. Faster-growing than the oak, a good neighbor to other crops, it yielded a durable under-water timber used for ship keels, drain pipes, and canal gates.

Horticulturalists have been hard at work developing cultivars that are resistant to the Dutch elm disease that devastated the species in the last century. When Annabelle Harris was making her journey, the stately elms still ruled the hedgerows of England.


Award winning author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German literature, but she found Alina K. Fieldher true passion in reading and writing romance. Though her roots are in the Midwest, after six very, very, very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked back. She shares a mid-century home with her husband and a blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day and decided the food was too good to leave.

She is the author of the 2014 Book Buyer’s Best winner in the novella category, Rosalyn’s Ring, a Regency novella; and the novel-length sequel Bella’s Band, both Soul Mate Publishing releases.

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Excerpt for Bella’s Band:

Bullets, bladeBella's-Band-Final-(med)-copys, and incendiary bombs—Major Steven Beauverde, the latest Earl of Hackwell, belongs in that world, and is determined to get back to it. His brother’s murder has forced Steven out of the army and into the title, but he has no interest in being the Earl, and worse, no idea how to salvage the depleted estate. A rumor that his brother had a son by a woman who may be a) the murderer, and b) his brother’s wife, sets Steven on a mission to find her, the boy, and—Steven ardently hopes—proof of a secret marriage that will set Steven free.

Annabelle Harris is a country heiress and a confirmed spinster resettled in London to find her sister, the mistress to the Earl of Hackwell. While she searches, she fills her home with orphans and street urchins. When the Earl is murdered, Annabelle’s sister thrusts the Earl’s illegitimate child into Annabelle’s care and disappears. Now, with suspicion pointing at her sister, Annabelle has begun a new quest—to find her sibling and clear her name.

When their paths converge, the reluctant Earl and the determined spinster find themselves rethinking their goals, and stepping up to fight back when the real murderer shows up.

Buy Bella’s Band at Amazon.

The Still Room

awonderfulwickedduke-200During the Regency era, which some say includes half of the 1700’s and well into the latter part of the 1800’s, a specific room in the great houses of the day had been created near the kitchen called the Still Room. Its use changed over the years as medicine became more specialized and apothecaries opened. Before that, the woman of the house was expected to study and become adept at creating medicine and recipes for various household tasks as well as food recipes for the cook.

Caroline has become proficient in the Still Room arts and sciences and, as we join them, is preoccupied with creating a poultice for the duke’s knee which is badly swollen (even as the duke’s mind seems to be centered on her seduction). Eventually she gives way to a groom who tends the horses and is familiar with folk recipes for joints. The duke suffers her administrations with ill-humour and gratitude intermingled.

“He nuzzled her neck and rubbed his face in her hair, then pulled back in surprise. Caro? Do you know you smell like an apothecary shop?” She laughed then and turned his face to her.”

The mystery of the impediment between Caroline and her duke is discovered and a chance for their happiness begun in A WONDERFUL, WICKED DUKE. Enjoy the journey toward their happily-ever-after with them.
Emma Lane

Click here for an excerpt from the book!

Buy Link: Amazon

The Wonderful Wicked Duke

Blurb:

After a cruel family betrayal, Caroline Engelson vows the wicked duke will never regain her love unless he first earns her respect, no matter how fervently she longs for his kisses.

A serious accident delivers the wicked duke into Caro’s care. He is her long time love but she is shocked and hurt awonderfulwickedduke-200when he refers to her teen years as the ‘brat with tangled curls.’ Caro is all grown up now when the wicked duke tries to take advantage of her emotions, even as he turns the orderly household into total chaos with his ducal roars. To his astonishment, his best friend’s sister is made of sterner stuff. The situation changes when Caro learns of a shocking family secret. Will she tame the wicked duke and allow them to love happily ever after or will the betrayal damage her trust forever?

Excerpt:
“Come here and hold my hand, Brat.” She placed her hand into his big one which he held onto firmly then took both their hands and rested them on his chest. A grimace of pain flickered across his face, but was quickly gone.

“Do you hurt, Robert? I can get you more laudanum.” She tried to pull away to reach the bottle, but he tightened his hold on her hand.

“Yes, it hurts like the devil, but no, I do not want to be drugged again. Sit down beside me and tell me what you have been doing all these years. Did you miss me?”

“You know I did. Why did you not come visit me? A sad friend you turned out to be for all you are a duke.”  She listened but heard nothing from the sleeping household. Her aunt would not be best pleased to find her alone in a room with a man in his bedclothes, never mind he was a duke and a neighbor.

“I was waiting for you to grow up. When I left you were but a young chit, a bratty girl with dirty fingernails and tangled curls.” He smiled at her as he described the child she had been. She felt a pain shoot through her soul. He only thought of her as a bratty child while she had loved him with all her being. Still loved. Still worshiped and longed for his touch. Inadvertently she squeezed his hand in her distress.

His eyes opened wide as his face turned serious. “Did I offend you, Sweetheart? Never mind, you know I am a wicked duke. Yes, that is my nickname. ‘The Wicked Duke.’ Come closer, Caro.” He tugged her down on his chest. She rested her head and could hear the steady beat of his heart. How wonderful it felt to be this close to the one she loved. She could feel his arm tighten around her as his head rested against her hair.

“You are all grown up now, are you not, Caro? Sweet Caro?” He tilted her face up to him and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Which one of them groaned was not clear to her. Perhaps both.

Caroline sat up slowly. “You know I love you, Robert. You have always known it. But as deep as my love is for you…” She paused and took a deep breath while she withdrew her hand from his. “I will not allow you to ruin me.” With that she stood and rapidly left the room. Tears ran unheeded down her cheeks and she threw herself into her bed. Deep sobs wracked her body. She cried for her love lost now to her forever. It was crystal clear what he felt for her and it was unacceptable. Perhaps once she would have agreed to anything he asked. He was her whole life and she could not imagine another, but her thinking was that of an adult, no longer a child. Her self respect came before her emotions and she would not easily give it up.

Regency Intro

My latest Regency romance novel, The Duke and Miss Amabel Hawkins, has just been released by Musa Publishing!

There’s a particular thrill that happens to the author when a completed novel is released to the reading public. From the first glimmer of an idea to the sweat and tears of plotting, to the final edits, a writer thinks and hopes his/her ideas will be received favorably by the readers. My story is not unusual. Of course, I enjoyed the plotting. I love anything Regency. The genre, covering a particular time in English history (1811-1820), is ripe for romance. It’s a time of manners, of grace, and of witty conversation. Handsome men with bulging thigh muscles on awesome steeds and lovely ladies in breathtaking gowns who use their fans to flirt inhabit the story lines of Regency Romances.

An introduction to The Duke and Miss Amabel Hawkins

DukeAndMissAnabelAfter a year’s absence, a ruggedly handsome duke comes home from chasing his country’s spies to find a lovely but meddlesome female firmly in charge of his household. Worse, she has no idea why he is so upset. His estate matters were in dreadful array. He needn’t thank her, but why is he yelling so loudly? And the race is on. Can an arrogant duke manage to see through the unusual upbringing of this interesting female to find the love that she offers? There will surely be a few fireworks before all these conflicts are resolved and the two find their happily ever after.

Excerpt: Fatigue and the effects of the brandy on top of the ale now gave his gait a distinct wobble. He chuckled, amused at his condition.

As he reached for the portrait of great Uncle Barney, he lurched into the back of the red leather sofa in front of the cosy fire. “Deuce take it,” he exclaimed when a rounded arm rolled into view. He spotted the gentle curve of a hip and walked around to the front, where he spied a tumbled haze of dark curls hiding a face. It is indeed a female—a sleeping female.

Who was she? The gown was too rich for his household staff. Curious, he knelt beside the sofa.

“Only one way to find out,” he whispered and moved one dark curl. He sat back, satisfied when a handsome face swam into view. She sighed and rolled over, revealing a generous figure and a pair of rosy lips. She might be Sleeping Beauty—but not one of my relatives. He leaned over and kissed those tempting lips.

As he lingered there, she sighed and came partially awake. He could not resist. He deepened the kiss and sounds of satisfaction like yum and umm came from those delicious lips. Her hand stroked his face, then reached around his head to pull him closer. Delighted with this turn of events, the Duke of Westerton complied enthusiastically and extended an arm around a slender waist. How much of the ale and brandy had he imbibed? Dizziness overcame his senses as he slid down on the floor and knew no more.

Buy Links: Amazon and Musa Publishing

Thursday Threads

Highland Homecoming, Book 3 in the Fraser Brothers Trilogy

Written by B.J. Scott

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Historical Romance set in northern Scotland, 1308.
Heat Scale :  Sizzling (While not considered Erotica, it does contain scenes with some descriptive sexual content.)

When Highland patriot, Alasdair Fraser, offers aid to an unconscious lass he finds on the beach, will he drop the shield that guards his heart or will the secrets she fails to reveal and his own stubbornness drive an impenetrable wedge between them?

Excerpt:

Northern Coast of Scotland. Summer 1308

Hooves pounded against rocks, surf, and sand as Alasdair Fraser pushed his mount beyond reasonable limits. Few things rivaled the thrill and exhilarating rush of mastering the powerful destrier between his thighs, controlling the magnificent beast with reins and will. The wind whipped through unbound hair and the tangy scent of the salty sea air filled Alasdair’s nostrils.

He’d ridden hard all afternoon, hoping to reach the stronghold of his friend, Jayden Sinclair. But the sun had slipped below the horizon, the twilight sky ablaze with orange, red, and purple hues. Darkness would soon be upon him and he’d be forced to make camp for the night. He licked his parched lips and his stomach rumbled. Many hours had passed since he’d last eaten, but a hot meal and a tankard of ale would have to wait. Water, oatcakes, and a bit of dried venison would suffice until he reached his destination.

He dug in his heels, and the steed surged forward. The more distance they covered before nightfall, the shorter the journey would be on the morrow. But as they rounded a bend in the shoreline, Odin faltered, reared up on his hind legs, then began to dance nervously from side-to-side. The battle-hardened warhorse didn’t spook easily so Alasdair took heed of the animal’s uneasiness.

With one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the other fisting the reins, he carefully surveyed the immediate area. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, yet the niggling of trepidation gnawing at his gut led him to believe there was something amiss. He nudged the horse’s flank and the pair advanced with caution.

They’d only traveled a short distance up the beach when the sight of something a few yards ahead at the water’s edge brought them to an abrupt halt. With his heart hammering in his chest, Alasdair cupped his hand over his brow and narrowed his eyes, trying to get a better look. The image came into focus and he could make out the unmistakable outline of a person sprawled out on the shore.

“What is it, Odin? Or, should I say, who is it?”

While this could be someone in need, it might also be a trap, an enemy or bandit lying in wait. Without hesitation, Alasdair slid from the saddle, pulled a claymore from the baldric slung on his back, and raced down the beach on foot. Stopping a few feet away, he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Mo chreach!”
He sheathed his weapon and took a step closer. A young woman, wearing nothing more than a thin nightrail, lay motionless in the sand, the waves of the incoming tide lapping at her bare feet.

Buy links
Highland Homecoming ( book 3 of Fraser Brother Trilogy)

Highland Quest (book 2 of Fraser Brother Trilogy)

Highland Legacy: (book 1 of Fraser Brother Trilogy)

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Welcome guest blogger, Patricia Bond

I’d like to welcome my very first guest blogger, Patricia Bond! Patricia is a romance author who sets her stories against rich, historical backdrops. With vivid, strong heroines, and heroes you can fall in love with, her stories of love transcend time and place. Passion and history combine with just enough mystery and suspense to bring you a heart-thrilling read and a satisfying happily-ever-after ending.

Today, Patricia interviews Fenton Pierce-Smythe, hero of her newly released debut novel, By Love’s Honor Bound.

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Come meet the hero with the funny name…

The hero in “By Love’s Honor Bound” is, of course, the requisite tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome. He has wavy dark hair that simply begs for fingers to run through it, and deep, deep blue eyes. No namby-pamby cornflower blue for this man. No, his are dark sapphire and can glitter in passion just like the jewel.

He also has an. . . ummm. . . unusual name.

Patricia Bond: Mr. Pierce-Smythe, your first name, Fenton, is very different. How did you come to be named that?

Fenton Pierce-Smythe: Please, Ms. Bond, call me Fenton. It’s all right.  My name – well, you may not like this answer, but it came from a novel.

PB: A novel?

FP-S: Yes. My parents were traveling in England and my mother purchased something they called a “penny dreadful.”

PB: What’s that?

FP-S:  Apparently a poorly done, lurid novel.

PB: Sold for a penny?

FP-S: (smiling) Something like that. The story goes I was conceived on that trip and my mother took it as a sign.

PB: Fenton is such an unusual name. Did it cause you trouble growing up?

FP-S:  (holding up left hand) See this finger? (pointing to the little finger with a decided bend at the tip) It used to be straight until it met Timmy Parsons’ nose when we were ten.

PB:  Does your name still cause you problems?

FP-S: No. I haven’t seen Timmy Parsons in years.  I understand he’s quite successful now, and somewhat plump.  (smiles) I think I could still take him.

PB:  Yes. You are put together rather well.

FP-S:  (blushing)  Umm. . . Thank you

PB:  Would you come back to visit us again?

FP-S:  Anytime.  (slow, lazy smile) Anytime at all.

PB:  (fanning self)  Oh. . . my.

Book Excerpt from By Love’s Honor Bound:

Someone is killing conductors on the Underground Railroad. With a cellar full of runaway slaves, Olivia June Mathieson must decide whether the handsome Fenton Pierce-Smythe is savior or traitor.

Both Fenton Pierce-Smythe’s fiancée and grandfather were killed when runaway slaves spooked their horses. Determined no one else will face that pain, Fenton hunts runaways to return them safely to their owners. But can he remain unmoved by their plight and unaffected by the beautiful woman who risks her life to lead them to freedom?

Purchase By Love’s Honor Bound at Amazon.

Read some 5-star reviews:
I love history and stories with a setting I can see clearly in my mind. A little mystery makes it even better. Once I started reading, I couldn’t put it down. (Georgia Grosstephan)

 By Love’s Honor Bound is a beautifully told story, full of history and romance. Bond takes the reader back to the time of the underground railroad and immediately pulls you into the lives of the characters, especially the main characters, Olivia June Mathieson and Fenton Pierce Smythe. Great job by debut author Bond. (Helen R. Jones)

About Patricia Bond:

Ms. Bond lives in the best place on earth – Western New York – not quite close enough to see the waterfront, but close enough that you’ll often find her there, camera and notebook in hand, patient, hero-inspiring husband nearby. “Only” four children, not a dozen, but count in their spouses and she’s up to eight now – and a grandchild

She may still try her hand at mysteries. She hasn’t seen a three-sided phone booth in years.

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