Echo of Roses is here!
Well, tomorrow Echo of Roses releases. Nicholas is finally getting his own story. It's so nice for me to think about. Caleb from The Harvest King waited a long time as well, so I am especially happy and proud of these two.
About the cover-
It's funny, I've posted on here before about this photo and how it brought Nicholas to life for me. I never showed it to my cover designer, Dar Albert, and she gave me this cover. She read my mind. Thank you, Dar. It's one of my favorite covers EVER. Besides...The Harvest King. Oh my goodness, I described things I wanted and again, she read my mind. I flipped when I saw them. I will treasure my print copies forever. 🙂
Anyway, Nicholas will "step out into the world". I hope you all love him as much as I do. ❤ There's also a mysterious sub-plot going on that I absolutely love and is taking on a life of its own. I think some characters will need their own book.
I hope NO ONE POSTS SPOILERS, PLEASE.
Here's an excerpt from Echo of Roses for your reading pleasure. Get to know Nicholas and the modern woman who will change England's history.
Excerpt:
“I don’t belong here,” she sobbed.
He opened his eyes and set them on her. “But here is where you are.”
“No! No. I don’t want to be here because, you see, I know how crappy medieval times were. There’s…there’s no Advil. No antibiotics. My phone—” She looked at him with a whole new horror in her eyes. “My father, my friends.” She began to walk.
He kept his horse at a slow pace beside her. “Are you certain you were not hit over the head, Miss? Your family might not be gone. They might be close by.”
“Look—”
He did, expecting that she might be about to show him how she had done it. How she’d come from the air.
“I know this is difficult to believe. I can’t believe it and it’s happening to me. But I…I got some letter in the mail this morning from a law firm telling me to go to their office in midtown. I got there and it was all very sketchy, but, you know, I went in…”
What in the name of all that was holy was she saying? It couldn’t be a different language. Some words were familiar to him. Some were not. Mail? Office? Sketchy? What did it all mean?
“…and it changed and looked brand new all of a sudden. The air seemed to sparkle and then I was here…on the battlefield.”
Sparkle? What was she saying?
She started up crying again. What was he to do with her? He couldn’t leave her. She was very pleasing to the eyes. Her odd, blue trousers fit her long legs and shapely derriere quite nicely. She wouldn’t last the night with all these Lancasters about. She’d be raped before morning.
“Come on, then, Miss,” he grumbled. He held his hand down to her. She refused it. Very well then. He flicked his reins and rode away.
He was glad she didn’t want to go with him. He’d saved her life on the battlefield. He’d done enough for her.
Still, he couldn’t stop his thoughts from returning to her while he rode. The smell of her, her fear, her sweat, and…a hint of floral. The sight of her sprawled across his lap shook him to his knees. Nothing ever had before. He was glad he was sitting. She was long limbed but weighed little in his arms. Her skin was pale against his tanned fingers. Her hair was dark brown with traces of red. It fell loose around her face, cascading over her shoulders. She wore no adornments or knots and braids. He liked it. He thought of touching it. Her lashes left shadows on her cheeks. Her hose were thick blue fabric with some kind of metal button and a line of tiny silver connecting pieces from her groin to beneath her belly. Curious.
Where had she come from? How was what he saw possible? He didn’t catch her from a side view. He hadn’t blinked. He happened to be looking straight ahead—in her direction when the air changed, and she appeared. He saw her come to being.
He shook his head. Time travel? It was impossible. Laughable. She was mad.
And what were Advil and antibiotics anyway? What did her words mean?
Check out my interview at Uncaged Book reviews, see the photo that inspired Nicholas, and learn more about the book and the series.
http://uncagedbooks.com/
Get your copy! https://tinyurl.com/6p4d6a9y
Echo of Roses
About the cover-
It's funny, I've posted on here before about this photo and how it brought Nicholas to life for me. I never showed it to my cover designer, Dar Albert, and she gave me this cover. She read my mind. Thank you, Dar. It's one of my favorite covers EVER. Besides...The Harvest King. Oh my goodness, I described things I wanted and again, she read my mind. I flipped when I saw them. I will treasure my print copies forever. 🙂
Anyway, Nicholas will "step out into the world". I hope you all love him as much as I do. ❤ There's also a mysterious sub-plot going on that I absolutely love and is taking on a life of its own. I think some characters will need their own book.
I hope NO ONE POSTS SPOILERS, PLEASE.
Here's an excerpt from Echo of Roses for your reading pleasure. Get to know Nicholas and the modern woman who will change England's history.
Excerpt:
“I don’t belong here,” she sobbed.
He opened his eyes and set them on her. “But here is where you are.”
“No! No. I don’t want to be here because, you see, I know how crappy medieval times were. There’s…there’s no Advil. No antibiotics. My phone—” She looked at him with a whole new horror in her eyes. “My father, my friends.” She began to walk.
He kept his horse at a slow pace beside her. “Are you certain you were not hit over the head, Miss? Your family might not be gone. They might be close by.”
“Look—”
He did, expecting that she might be about to show him how she had done it. How she’d come from the air.
“I know this is difficult to believe. I can’t believe it and it’s happening to me. But I…I got some letter in the mail this morning from a law firm telling me to go to their office in midtown. I got there and it was all very sketchy, but, you know, I went in…”
What in the name of all that was holy was she saying? It couldn’t be a different language. Some words were familiar to him. Some were not. Mail? Office? Sketchy? What did it all mean?
“…and it changed and looked brand new all of a sudden. The air seemed to sparkle and then I was here…on the battlefield.”
Sparkle? What was she saying?
She started up crying again. What was he to do with her? He couldn’t leave her. She was very pleasing to the eyes. Her odd, blue trousers fit her long legs and shapely derriere quite nicely. She wouldn’t last the night with all these Lancasters about. She’d be raped before morning.
“Come on, then, Miss,” he grumbled. He held his hand down to her. She refused it. Very well then. He flicked his reins and rode away.
He was glad she didn’t want to go with him. He’d saved her life on the battlefield. He’d done enough for her.
Still, he couldn’t stop his thoughts from returning to her while he rode. The smell of her, her fear, her sweat, and…a hint of floral. The sight of her sprawled across his lap shook him to his knees. Nothing ever had before. He was glad he was sitting. She was long limbed but weighed little in his arms. Her skin was pale against his tanned fingers. Her hair was dark brown with traces of red. It fell loose around her face, cascading over her shoulders. She wore no adornments or knots and braids. He liked it. He thought of touching it. Her lashes left shadows on her cheeks. Her hose were thick blue fabric with some kind of metal button and a line of tiny silver connecting pieces from her groin to beneath her belly. Curious.
Where had she come from? How was what he saw possible? He didn’t catch her from a side view. He hadn’t blinked. He happened to be looking straight ahead—in her direction when the air changed, and she appeared. He saw her come to being.
He shook his head. Time travel? It was impossible. Laughable. She was mad.
And what were Advil and antibiotics anyway? What did her words mean?
Check out my interview at Uncaged Book reviews, see the photo that inspired Nicholas, and learn more about the book and the series.
http://uncagedbooks.com/
Get your copy! https://tinyurl.com/6p4d6a9y
Echo of Roses
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