Friday, November 27, 2015

DRUID WARRIOR'S HEART: Celtic Stewards Chronicles 2

Today Juli D. Revezzo takes over Some Like It Hotter with a character interview for Druid Warrior’s Heart.

Thank you for your time today, Ruth. You and your family, the Mackens, have had quite a time over the years, especially you. Why don’t you tell us how it all started for you? Your family was having a typical day on your farm, Bitter Thorn Grove when....
Ruth: Oh, my! Yes, there I was spinning wool into yarn, mother was cooking dinner, when these men arrived on our farm and made a request of my father that he was reluctant to honor. A weird feeling came over me that all was not right. Sure, they said our priest sent them, but… I couldn’t help but wonder. So, I ran for help, and that's when I met Isaac Connel. He was, as far as I knew, a soldier from our local garrison and who better to help? When we arrived home, I found my father dead, my mother...not quite all there, as you might say these day and weird people in my home. Isaac took control of the situation, drove the invaders out, and …well, I’m so glad he was there!
Yes, what would you do without him?
Ruth: I really don’t know. Given what happened to my father, I don’t like to think about it.
What did you really think of Isaac when you met him?
Ruth: When I first met him, right after Christmas, I thought he was, shall we say, a lovely man. I didn't know until later exactly how special he was. What a shock! I mean, Mother always  told us stories about the magic harshad warriors wielded, but I never thought I'd live to see it! That, more than anything, made me fall held over heels in love with him.
No doubt. It would seal it for me, too. ☺  Your family has always been quite secretive with regards to the harshad warriors and their war.
Ruth: Understandably so! What do you think the church would do to us if they found out we *gulp* had magical powers and awaited warriors they think only exist in stories and legends?
Exactly, my thoughts. How have you been able to keep your secret for so long?
Ruth: Well, if I told you that, it wouldn't be a secret, would it?
No, I suppose not.
Ruth: The truth of the matter is, my family has been lucky to have skilled scholars on our side. You might call them druids, and that would be the correct term, as my family knows it.
Druids! You are one lucky girl!
Ruth: I suppose so, if it weren’t for all the supernatural strangeness that happens around them.
I suppose that’s true. For those who don’t know can you tell us what the harshad wars are?
Isaac Connell: Do you mind if I answer this one, my love?
Ruth: No. Go right ahead. I had no idea you were listening.
Isaac: *Isaac smiles*  It’s what I do, isn’t it? Well, dear ladies, the harshad wars are a mythic war between my Tuatha dé Danaan allies and our ancient enemy Balor of the Evil Eye. The wars started many centuries ago, and Ruth’s family, brave women that they are, have always hosted us.  (As per our agreement with Balor and his minions, we fight our battles every five hundred years; hence our druids dubbed them the harshad wars because five hundred  is something called a harshad number). Our part in the battle is not only to fight and defeat our Enemy, but to watch over the Macken family to keep them safe, should Balor strike out them. If we lose them, we lose everything, if you take my meaning.
*Ruth winks* Don’t ask me how we were lucky enough to be chosen. That story was lost to the mists of time.
Isaac: Yes, I can’t say how long ago they started. My druid friends know the exact date of the first battle. If I remember correctly, men were still living in caves, at the time.
Ruth: Wherever it started, every five hundred years another battle happens, and though we’ve been lucky so far, there are rumors that the battle can be lost. *Ruth shudders* I hope this time the combatants can make a lasting peace.
Come now, Ruth, tell us the truth. You do have some magic of your own to protect yourself with.
Ruth: I wouldn’t put it that way.
But you do, don’t you? Particularly with the way you can make your garden and grove grow so miraculously.
Ruth: Is that me, or is it the land? You know it has always been blessed by the Tuatha dé Danaan gods.
Yes, I suppose that’s true. Still, do you think you ever might be a druid?
Ruth: Me? I don’t know about that. I’ll leave that training to my beloved Isaac. One never knows. Perhaps our magic will manifest again in one of our descendants.
If you had one word of advice for your descendants, what would it be?
Ruth: Remember where you came from, and don’t let your so-called rational brains cloud your judgement.
Isaac: But know when to keep silent. There’s trouble you can’t come back from, and the world doesn’t need to lose you to it.
Ruth, Isaac, thank you both for sharing your story and advice with us.

Ruth: It was our pleasure. And thank you, Christi, for inviting us!
Your creatrix, Juli D. Revezzo's getting a bit curious about our conversation I see, so let's give this one to her: Juli, what are we really looking forward to in your future? And for those who haven’t read DRUID WARRIOR’S HEART, care to give us a little taste?
Juli D. Revezzo: Sure. I am Ruth’s creator. I must say it was fun (and at sometimes harrowing!) bringing her story to you. She even taught me a few things along the way.
Ruth: Yes, don’t worry, dear. Your knitting will improve as time goes on.
Juli D. Revezzo: *blushes* Yeah, I can only hope! Anyway,  as you’ve heard, right now I’m working on bringing another story of the harshad warriors out into the world. (Sometimes, those warriors just don’t want to talk!)
Isaac: Excuse me?
Ruth: Oh come now, they’re not that bad.
*Juli looks at Christi* Yeah, right. They call Ruth stubborn? HA!  Anyway, the next book is in the works. I hope to have it out to you soon! In the meantime, I hope you and your readers will enjoy Isaac and Ruth’s story.  Here’s a bit about it:
Title: Druid Warrior’s Heart
Series: Celtic Stewards Chronicles, Book two.
Genre: This book is a Celtic fantasy romance, set in Renaissance Era Ireland, circa 1513.
Cover art by: Boulevard Photografica
Rating: sweet
As the latest in her family’s long line of Stewards, Ruth Macken awaits the arrival of a warrior sworn to the Tuatha dé Danaan, the Celtic gods her family has served since the beginning of time. For on that day, a magical battle will erupt. A war between druids and an evil that will decide the fate of mankind.
Isaac Connel knows the battle is imminent, and is ready to fight, once again but from the moment he sees Ruth flitting around the sacred ground, he’s captivated by her fiery charms and a need to protect her.
Despite Isaac’s assurances and the dreams that guide her, what can Ruth and her lover do to drive off this evil? Despite everything, will the world end at the hands of an evil god?
Excerpt—From Chapter Five
Ruth sighed heavily as she entered her home. She’d never had to care for the farm on her own. A strange loneliness tugged her as she stoked the fire for her dinner. Would Mother ever come back? she wondered. And where was her brother?
A hopeful look crossed Isaac’s face. “Did I see a smokehouse out back?”
“Yes,” she said. “We’ve pork and a little beef set aside for the winter.”
“That’s good,” Cyreth said. “More than enough, I hope. My friend eats like a—well, a lot.”
She pursed her lips, considering the tall, lean Isaac and doubted Cyreth’s words. Reluctant to argue, she merely shrugged. “So long as he’s not a glutton, we should get by. You’re all welcome to share what I have. Especially for what you’ve done.”
“It was no trouble, lass; but I won’t say no to your generous hospitality,” Isaac said. “Where should I start?”
Ruth led him to the back porch and pointed him in the right direction. As he crossed the yard, she leaned against the doorjamb, watching. He ducked into the small smoke shack that housed their preserved meat and soon emerged carrying a slab of pork. When he set it aside on her cutting board and turned to the fields Ruth followed.
“Is there something you need, lass?” Isaac asked.
She blushed. Did watching him count? She paused, scanning the yard. Spying the water bucket, she leaned down to pluck it from the dried, withered grass. “A little water.”
He nodded and she followed on, turning right and heading for the spring. She wondered if she shouldn’t dunk herself into it. The cold water would do well to cool her heart. How embarrassing!
She didn’t know much of Isaac Connel, how could she already be swooning over him?
With those strange enemies, with his companions, surely Isaac was nothing less than the harshad warrior she awaited.
She shaded her eyes from the sun as she passed the smokehouse. Through the little window in the wood wall, she saw Isaac milled about checking through her family’s stores but his quick glance told her he knew she watched. She spun on her heel and hurried into her kitchen.
Closing the door behind her, she set the water aside, and descended the steps to her basement. Here, she pulled jars of preserved vegetables from a shelf.
When she reemerged she found Cyreth inspecting her cutting boards. “Do you need help with dinner, Ruth, dear? The work will go quicker with two.”
“Yes. My thanks.” She’d never expected to have guests for dinner tonight. Without her family the house might’ve been lonely, and yet no. Despite the day’s wretched events, something about her two companions put her at ease. As if their very presence promised some lasting peace. She nodded finally as a thought occurred to her. “You can help me arrange a bed for Isaac.”
“That I can,” Cyreth said. “He said something about sleeping in your solar?”
Ruth nodded and led her outside to the shed where they kept extra cots. Between them, they carried the wooden framed cot inside and set it down before the solar’s fireplace. When Ruth was happy with its placement, they returned to the kitchen and dinner preparations.
Cyreth winked. “You have no idea how testy Isaac gets when he’s hungry.”
“Maybe I should worry he might not only milk the cows then?”
“That depends. Do you harbor the fabled Brown Bull of Cuailnge in your fields?”
Ruth laughed. “No. I only have one, and not so large as that immortal bull. I hope a mere side of beef will satisfy him.”
Cyreth laughed and peeked at a loaf of rising dough.
“How does his wife keep him fed?” Ruth asked.
Cyreth’s hands moved with grace as she sprinkled some fennel seeds over the loaf. “Whose?”
She waved her knife to the door, not wanting to hear the answer if it would only crush her small daydream. She had enough disappointments to add one more to the list. “Isaac’s.” Disappointments? My stars, I don’t know anything about him! Ruth shook her head and stabbed another carrot. “No. Forget I asked.”
Cyreth picked up the bread pan and slid it into Mother’s brick oven. “I promise, no lass has claimed his heart yet.”

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My pleasure, Juli!

Tuesday, November 24, 2015


Title: Never Fall
Series: Faithfully Yours #2
Author: Anne Carol
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Published: November 17, 2015
“Your fairy tale is about to begin.”

Beth and David’s whirlwind romance has survived a year of long-distance dating—dodging exes, dealing with jealousy, and syncing future goals. Eager to move into the next chapter of their lives together, Beth leaves California after graduation to follow her heart, joining David in his native London.

While Beth keeps busy with her university courses, David focuses on building his music career—recording and touring with his band, Vinyl Fog. They’re young and in love with the world at their feet.

Life seems perfect.

But it doesn’t take long before a series of unforeseen events challenges them like never before. How will Beth and David cope with one battle after another, and ultimately hold each other up while life keeps trying to knock them down?

Falling in love was easy. Surviving love is the challenge.

Anne Carol grew up reading, writing, and listening to English rock bands, obsessing over one in particular. Continuing her fascination with rock stars, she married a bass player and they now have two sons, also budding musicians. Besides reading, writing, and music, she also loves traveling, going to dance class, watching teen dramas, and exploring social media websites. Anne lives in Northern California, where she enjoys wine and chocolate every night as she works on her next novel.
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Thursday, November 19, 2015


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The story continues, Will Love Conquer All?

CRUSH (book 2) is NOW LIVE!

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The danger isn’t over.
It’s only just begun.
Circumstances brought them together and their undeniable connection won’t let them part. But when the past and the present collide, emotions run high—things are said, lines are crossed, and rules are broken. Both focused on crushing the enemy, the retribution is almost too much to bear. Still, there’s no undoing what has already been done, and every action has a consequence.
He loves her and she loves him, but love isn’t a shield.
Sometimes your only choice is the one you’d rather not make. Pushed to the limit, the tainted love of Logan and Elle is in jeopardy. With outside forces driving a wedge between them, they have to dig deep within their souls to release the ghosts of their pasts, and fight even harder for what neither knew they needed—each other.
Can love really conquer all?
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Elle Sterling
The coolness of the night air had begun to set in. With the suddenly harsher wind, Lindsay and I both felt the chill and even in our heels, we hastened our pace.
As soon as we walked into the hotel suite, I was assaulted by the tang of a sticky, sweet scent. It was the smell of pot. Never one to try it myself, in my travels I’d come across many people who had. Moldy grass was how I’d always described the smell.
Lindsay shot me a glance and confirmed my suspicion.
Hard rock blared through the open space. The patio doors were open and I saw the back of two heads flopped on the lounge chairs. Even over the music, I heard laughter rumbling into the room. I was glad that at least Logan was upbeat.
Lindsay started for them and looked at me. “Shhh.”
I followed, keeping my mouth shut.
We both approached, eager to see our men, but stopped at the edge of door to watch them. They were playing cards and a baggie of pot was on the floor.
James had changed and was now wearing sleep pants and a T-shirt. He had a cigar gripped between his teeth while he tossed two piles of cards onto the table between them.
Logan was still in his suit pants but had removed everything else. Everything. Outside in his pants only, I wondered how he wasn’t freezing until I looked up and saw the heat lamps were on.
“Baby, you’re going to stink,” Lindsay said loudly, breaking the silence.
Both men jerked their heads back.
The smile that spread across Logan’s face was slow and seductive.
The sight of him dried my throat and made my heart pound. Right then I didn’t care about anything but comforting him through kisses.
Lindsay was still talking, saying something about the rancid smell of the cigar.
Me, I was already leaning over Logan and placing my lips very close to his. “Are you okay?”
“I am now.”
“You sure?”
He nodded and said, “Don’t listen to James. He likes to be a drama queen.”
“I heard that.”
Ignoring James, Logan gave me a single tug and pulled me onto his lap. I found myself provocatively straddling him. His cards fell to the floor, but I heard no one complain. And then his hands anchored my hips as his mouth attacked mine, while my hands gripped his shoulders for support.
“Where are your clothes?” I managed to ask.
The corners of his lips tilted up. “We had a small wrestling match and my shirt took the brunt of the action.”
I laughed.
Boys will be boys.
My dress had ridden up and if anyone was looking, they could see my panties. I just didn’t care enough right then to see what James and Lindsay were doing.
I should have cared. I should have cared just how inebriated or high Logan was. I should have, but his primal response to my presence did something to me that made me want to be what he needed. Made me want to be wild and free for once in my entire life.
Maybe it was the Lindsay effect.
His kiss traveled from the corner of my mouth, along my jaw, to my throat.
My hands moved higher to toy with his hair behind his neck.
His teeth were sharp as they skidded across my skin, but the soft heat from his tongue soothed the burn.
I turned my head to give him full access, and that was when I saw Lindsay’s head moving towards James’s lap.
Again, I should have cared, but I just didn’t.
I wasn’t sure if Logan noticed, but he turned my chin to look at him. “We should go home,” he slurred. The way his eyes flickered over me so intensely made the idea of waiting for a cab and then riding home in one seem like it would take a lifetime.
With my hands flat on his bare chest, I found myself scooting up his body, stopping only when the soft fabric of my wet panties aligned perfectly with the tented fabric of his slacks. “I want you now,” I whispered.
Logan’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips. “I’m drunk, probably not the best idea.”
I raised myself ever so slightly and lowered my body, making the most exquisite contact with his erection. “I’m not and you seem just fine.”
His hand stroked my hair and pulled out the clip holding it up. “You want this? Here?”
My breath was wild. My nipples taut. My clit was pulsing. I realized I was excited. “Yes, I want you to take me here.”
His gaze slid to the side and so did mine. James was thrusting into Lindsay’s mouth. “James!” Logan shouted.
A grunt was his only reply.
“Hurry up and get the fuck inside, will you.”
Again, a grunt was his response.
Logan’s attention back on me, his hands threaded through my hair and slid over my shoulders and down my arms to capture my hands. He pressed our palms together so that our fingers were linked and drew in a shuddering breath. “You’re so beautiful. You know that?”
“I love you.” I’m not sure why I felt compelled to tell him that, but the way he looked at me when I did made me feel like we’d both found true love in each other, and all the worries that messed with my thoughts evaporated as his gaze flared. All that mattered was him. Comforting him. Getting him through this. Being here—for him.
He brought me to him with a hand to the back of my head, holding me in place while he kissed me breathless, maybe hard enough that he might have bruised my mouth.
Again, I didn’t care.
The kiss went on and on and when he finally pulled away, I hadn’t had nearly enough of him. It was when my eyes fell to the bag of joints on the ground that I realized Logan did not taste of thyme or moldy grass or smell like skunk, and I was a little glad that he hadn’t gotten high. I had a feeling he had struggled with drugs during his life and with my own father being an alcoholic, I was all too familiar with the claim that addictive habits were hereditary.
Another sideways glance on his part had my gaze following. “Finally,” he muttered. The lounge beside us was now empty, as was the living area. James and Lindsay must have gone into the bedroom. Logan must have been waiting for them to leave.
Knowing we were alone, lust won out over good sense and I stood and stripped myself naked.
Logan drew in a shuddering breath and stood as well, shedding his pants and underwear quickly.
I stared at him, naked and beautiful, and licked my lips. That card I’d seen in the store came to mind. Just because my issues might never allow me to be submissive didn’t mean I couldn’t be the dominant type.
He held out his hand for me to take it and instead I pointed to a chair next to the lounger. “Sit down.”
“Don’t you want to go inside?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No, sit down.”
He raised a brow.
I kept my finger pointed.
No one could see us up this high and with the heat lamps on, something about fucking outside felt incredibly erotic.
A slow, seductive smile spread across his lips, and as he sat his eyes looked like dark flames. The hazel was gone, replaced by dilated pupils that bled pure lust.
Since I was already drenched, he easily slid inside me as I sat on his cock.
The sensation of him filling me made me shout out, and Logan wasn’t exactly quiet himself. I heard pleasurable groans escape his throat.
This was what we both needed.
Each other.
I just hoped it would be like this forever.
My hands were not bound but they gripped the chair, my back was to his chest, and my legs were spread wide. I was open to him. Fully and completely open to him. In this position, I was his to do with whatever he pleased.
It was then I realized that in our relationship we didn’t need a dominant or a submissive. We only needed each other.
And as his palm found my breast and his fingers pressed against my clit, I closed my eyes and relished what I had with him.
For us…give and take was all we needed.
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I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.

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