Shaylee, Druid's Daughter
Okay, I'm not dead. I just had some trouble with LiveJournal crashing my Internet Explorer a while back so I've shied away from it. Now I'm using Firefox and thing seem to be much better.
I've been reading a lot of the post, but mainly lurking (that sounds terrible, doesn't it?).
I'm also excited about my new novella that came out today...
Druid's Daughter is now available from Purple Sword Publications.
Blurb:
Shaylee is the daughter of a drunkard, but he wasn't always that way. Once he was the tribe's druid. She knows nothing about her mother, only that her father won't talk about it with her. The village treats her as an outcast and the only comfort she finds is in a new found friend, Oran. As she comes of age she finds that she has strange new abilities that put her in touch with the world around her and the mystery of her mother and the village's attitude toward her slowly unravels.
Exerpt:
Her heart thrummed in her chest. It felt like the embarrassment Ghazi had put her through, but instead of making her want to cry she wanted to shout for joy. The boy had asked for a kiss from her! He thought she was pretty, or nice, or sweet, or something. He didn't dislike or shun her like the rest of the town. He was different. He wanted a kiss.
She didn't think she would be able to answer. She had never kissed anyone before, besides Gorm, and that didn't count. She wasn't sure if she knew how to do it right. Finally she stammered, "Oh…y…yes. Certainly. It's the least I can do. You were so brave."
She stepped forward and felt her cheeks grow warm, knowing that a stupid smile stretched her mouth from ear to ear. She forced the smile away by puckering her lips. He stared, as if waiting for something. Finally he said, "Well, ye got to close yer eyes. I can't be kissin' ye with yer eyes open. That ain't how it's done."
Her cheeks reddened at her foolishness and inexperience, but the comment didn't extinguish the flutter that she felt within her chest. "Oh, of course."
She closed her eyes. Her lips puckered, head tilted forward. She waited in silence.
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* Author: Bret Jordan
* Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
* Genre: Fantasy/Romance
* Length: Novella
* Heat Level: Sweet
* Violence
* Price: $4.00
*Purchase link: http://purplesword.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=1&products_id=21&zenid=64360146ca1cdcb67b7ed1f00856e6e0
I've been reading a lot of the post, but mainly lurking (that sounds terrible, doesn't it?).
I'm also excited about my new novella that came out today...
Druid's Daughter is now available from Purple Sword Publications.
Blurb:
Shaylee is the daughter of a drunkard, but he wasn't always that way. Once he was the tribe's druid. She knows nothing about her mother, only that her father won't talk about it with her. The village treats her as an outcast and the only comfort she finds is in a new found friend, Oran. As she comes of age she finds that she has strange new abilities that put her in touch with the world around her and the mystery of her mother and the village's attitude toward her slowly unravels.
Exerpt:
Her heart thrummed in her chest. It felt like the embarrassment Ghazi had put her through, but instead of making her want to cry she wanted to shout for joy. The boy had asked for a kiss from her! He thought she was pretty, or nice, or sweet, or something. He didn't dislike or shun her like the rest of the town. He was different. He wanted a kiss.
She didn't think she would be able to answer. She had never kissed anyone before, besides Gorm, and that didn't count. She wasn't sure if she knew how to do it right. Finally she stammered, "Oh…y…yes. Certainly. It's the least I can do. You were so brave."
She stepped forward and felt her cheeks grow warm, knowing that a stupid smile stretched her mouth from ear to ear. She forced the smile away by puckering her lips. He stared, as if waiting for something. Finally he said, "Well, ye got to close yer eyes. I can't be kissin' ye with yer eyes open. That ain't how it's done."
Her cheeks reddened at her foolishness and inexperience, but the comment didn't extinguish the flutter that she felt within her chest. "Oh, of course."
She closed her eyes. Her lips puckered, head tilted forward. She waited in silence.
__________________________
* Author: Bret Jordan
* Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
* Genre: Fantasy/Romance
* Length: Novella
* Heat Level: Sweet
* Violence
* Price: $4.00
*Purchase link: http://purplesword.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=1&products_id=21&zenid=64360146ca1cdcb67b7ed1f00856e6e0