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Thursday, May 31, 2012

Blood Dreams by Christine Ashworth Interview + Giveaway

Hello Everyone and thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to stop in and follow along as we have a chat with Christine Ashworth, the author of Demon Soul and Blood Dreams, a Caine Brothers Short Story will release on June 1st, for only 99 cents. It's a bridge story between DEMON SOUL, and DEMON HUNT, the next book in the series.

Q. Coming from a family of writers, is there a higher standard your writing is held to for them?

Only in that I am very picky about punctuation and spelling, because I was taught to be picky.

Q. Is there any competition between who writes the best?

No. My brother Scott Cunningham died in 1993, and my dad, Chet Cunningham, tends to write westerns and thrillers (not romance, lol). He doesn't read very well though, because he has wet macular degeneration. But he's very happy that my first book got such good reviews. I will say their success may have intimidated me, but I think I've finally gotten over that.

Q. Why did you choose this genre to write for? Which genre do you think would be the hardest to write for?

Paranormal romance is one of those genres that you can make up anything you like, and no one can tell you you're doing it wrong. As long as the rules you set for your characters are obeyed in the story-world, then you can play to your heart's content. There's a freedom there that you don't get so much in the ordinary world. I will say, though, I love writing contemporary romance, and YA as well.

The hardest? For me personally, it would be an historical romance. I'm not great on research, lol!

Q. Out of all the books you have read or thought about writing/written, who is your favorite villain and why?

I like Hannibal Lecter. He's so creepy, and so suave. And so creepy.

Q. How do you come up with the names for your characters?

Sometimes I'll look up dates and what names were popular then. Baby books work, and so do phone books - putting last names with different first names. Sometimes I'll look around my office frantically, to see if I can twist a name on the spine of my book to use for a character.
Sometimes names are overused (Rafe, for example); or by the end of a book I'm sick of the name, so I have to change it. The first Caine Brothers book, DEMON SOUL, my two main characters went through 4 or 5 name changes before they finally settled into their names. The rest of the family, surprisingly, kept their names with no problems.

Q. Are their descriptions based off of anyone?

No, not really. I like coming up with different dream guys with flaws, or women who are comfortable doing what needs to be done, even if they might die doing it. I find a lot of the time, my descriptions get vaguer and vaguer the deeper into the book you get. With the Caines, because they have such rich diversity in their bloodline, they have different skin colors and eye colors. Only in the planes of their faces and the breadth of their shoulders can you see the family resemblance.
Q. Did you have any music you found yourself listening to more than others as you wrote?

I was listening to what I call my "falling in love" song list because I had been working on a YA novel when I got edits back for BLOOD DREAMS. I continued to listen to the same song set. Don't know why it worked for me, but it did. *shrug*

Q. Every little girl at one point dreams of being a ballerina, what was it like dancing professionally?

Fun. Fun! I adored ballet. I was my most alive when I was 17, and dancing all the time. I was just getting to the point of being considered for major solo roles. I left it too easily, though. I wish now that I had stayed connected to the ballet world, but when I moved up to Los Angeles with my hubby-to-be from San Diego (where I had danced with the California Ballet Company, still going strong), there wasn't a ballet company up here. I took ballet classes from Sallie Whalen, and jazz from Joe Tremaine and Paul deRolf, until I finally had to get a day job. (Though I did extra work on Days of our Lives, and on Square Pegs. Too much fun!) I tried to break into musical theater - but that's a story for another day, lol!

Q. If you could be any Princess from the fairy tales, who would you be and why?

Now, none of them - I'm very happy with my own Prince, my hubby of 32 years ( I married very young!). But when I was a girl, I had a Disney coloring book of Cinderella - and I loved her outfits. Then, I would have given anything to be Cinderella, and ride in a fancy carriage, and wear a fine dress...that was the only coloring book that I made sure to color within the lines, very carefully.

Q. Any last words you would like to leave our readers?

 Follow your heart. It may be hard, it may look like the wrong road, but if you continue to follow your heart and your intuition, you will find yourself exactly where you should be and it will feel wonderful. There are more important things out there in the world than what may readily come to mind. Go, find them, or create them. Be someone wonderful!
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Wrecked by Anna Davies

Secrets of the sea have never been sexier than this.

Ever since the death of her parents, Miranda has lived on Whym Island, taking comfort in the local folklore, which claims a mysterious sea witch controls the fate of all on the island and in its surrounding waters. Sometimes it’s just easier to believe things are out of your control.

But then a terrible boating accident takes the lives of several of her friends, and Miranda is rescued by a mysterious boy who haunts her dreams. Consumed by guilt from the accident, she finds refuge in late-night swims—and meets Christian, a boy who seems eerily familiar, but who is full of mystery: He won’t tell her where he is from, or why they can only meet at the beach. But Miranda falls for him anyway…and discovers that Christian’s secrets, though meant to protect her, may bring her nothing but harm.

Seductive and compelling, Wrecked brings a contemporary, paranormal twist to a classic enchanting tale.

I came across this book from a website called Pulse It, thankfully it allows me to read a book for free in exchange for a review.

I was pleasantly surprised when this tale of superstition of a small rich town turned out to be a page turner I didn't want to get off the computer for. I love the feel that the author was able to create, the way the town is woven, the inhabitants of it was pure genius. Coming from a small town myself I know exactly how it  feels where your every move is watched and cataloged, where who you know and how you act can determine how good a life you live.

So I know when Miranda and her friends invoke the wrath of the sea witch Sephie that curses the island water's and her the lives of several of her friends occurs the night she is driving a boat, I couldn't help but have my heart break as she was faced with being ostracized.

The townsfolk already thought that Miranda was cursed after her parent's died when she was a child, so when her friends die on the water as well, the whispers turn to ugly glares and accusation's, that an accident wasn't so much an accident. After all, why did she live?

Miranda's answer is simple, a glowing boy saved her. Her glowing boy just so happens to be Christian, a betwixtmen who falls in love at first sight with the girl and feels compelled to save her, despite the consequences that comes with defying the Queen of the Down Below, Sephie, who wants her souls.

This book is beautifully written, a master piece of superstition woven to an ending you won't see coming. It was the ending that made the book for me, I definitely sat back in awe.

5 Raven's

Favorite Charrie:
Teddy, for always worrying about his younger  sister, for never giving up on her even when it made his life hard.
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Shadow Visions by Gabriella Hewitt

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When the last shadow warrior falls, so will all humanity.

Shadow Warriors, Book 2

A shadow warrior on a mission, Manuel must track down a demon who is sacrificing women marked with hummingbird tattoos. He is in danger of losing his humanity to his eagle spirit until he comes across Ixa Reyes, a beautiful San Diego detective working on the same case, who also bears the mark of the Aztec sun god. She is his salvation and redemption from a past filled with failure. Only she wants nothing to do with him or her heritage.

When a demon kidnaps her grandfather, the wind god, they must work together to save him and all mankind. Manuel has twenty-four hours to help Ixa control her elemental power over wind—that is if he can control his own desires to claim her body and soul. Because if he should fail this time, the god of war will usher in a new era filled with blood and destruction such as the world has never known.

Product Warnings
This story contains an ancient Aztec warrior struggling to control the beast within, a heroine more than able to match his strength, demons out for their very souls, and a battle that may very well determine the fate of all humanity

This post is coming to you guys a little bit late in the day thanks to a storm that knocked out the electricity, and I am paranoid so I don't trust those planning post's. Knowing my luck it wouldn't post and I would be none the wiser.
So without further ado, welcome to this stop of the Shadow Vision's tour thanks as always for tuning in.

The first thing I want to say about this book is Wow!! I absolutely loved this book, it brought a  refreshing change of pace from the ever growing popularity of angels, vampire's and werewolves. There has only been one other book that I have read that used Aztec mythology, and just like that book, this one was a home run.

Ixa, is one of those feminine character's that every girl wants to be, funny, smart, spunky, and when the heritage she has been trying to deny her entire life since her family was killed in a fire comes knocking on her door forcing her into a reunion and order's she accepts who she is, lets just say this steamy love/mystery heats up when Manuel enters the picture.

What's to happen when the heat is turned up in the kitchen? Well, I can't spoil it for you reader's, and this is one ending you don't want to miss.

4 Ravens.

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Sunday, May 27, 2012

Dead Meat by Patrick Williams & Chris Williams Tour

Thank you for stopping by on the tour to read some of my thoughts on the book. This Tour was made possibly by:  

The city of River's Edge has been quarantined due to a rodent borne rabies outbreak. But it quickly becomes clear to the citizens that the infection it is something much, much worse than rabies...
The townsfolk are attacked and fed upon by packs of the living dead. Labeling the infected residents bees for their tendency to travel in swarms, Gavin and Benny attempt to survive the chaos in River's Edge while making their way north in search of sanctuary. No one knows what waits outside the quarantined zone, but Gavin and Benny know that to survive, they must escape.
I think the best aspect of the story, the part that drew me in more then any other zombie story is the fact that it seemed real. There was no group of survivor's know they are going to die, and instead of having that unrealistic hope and trying to band together to make sure they survive, they do what they have to do to make sure they are the last ones to die.

I also liked that the army used the living to draw out the bee's (zombies.)  It was also interesting how the virus was spread, through rabid rat's, that was definitely a new one.

So for shade's of gray in a kill or be killed new world, this is definitely a book you want to give a try.

3 Ravens (It was ok.)

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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Pavlov's Dogs by D.L. Snell and Thom Brannann

Welcome to the stop on this wonderfull tour, today you will be given the chance to get your hands on a pretty good gore fest. As always this review has been brough to you by WonderlandReviews and a special thanks to
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Dr. Crispin has engineered the saviors of mankind: Pavlov’s Dogs, a team of soldiers capable of transforming into fearsome beasts. But when Crispin and his team welcome a new talented neurotechnician to the island, Dr. Crispin quickly realizes his masterwork has fallen into the hands of a man he does not trust.

Back on the mainland, Ken Bishop and his best friend Jorge get caught in a traffic jam on their way home from work. There’s a wreck up ahead. And something worse. The first sign of a major outbreak—and Ken and Jorge are stuck in the gridlock. They quickly realize they not only need to escape, but they also need to save as many people as possible on the way.

Now Dr. Crispin and his team must make a terrible decision. Should they send the Dogs out into the zombie apocalypse to rescue survivors? Or should they listen to the new neurotechnician, who would have them hoard their resources and post the Dogs as island guards?

The world is over run with zombies, what do you do?

My answer is simple, I try to find someone like Ken, a construction worker with the know how of rigging up booby traps to keep the zombies out and a large group of people safe.

Before I go any further let me introduce you to the Dogs of War. Men with special forces training who under go a program, where chips and wires are inserted to the brain to create man made werewolves.

With plenty of gore to go around the question arises, who will win in a battle of Zombie Vs. Werewolf.

Favorite Charachter:
Jorge, for always having a loud mouth and making me smile, even in the worst conditions.

3.5 Ravens

Monday, May 21, 2012

Donna Grant Super Duper Release Date Extravaganza Blog HOP

I would like to thank you for stopping by for the Super Duper Release Date Extravaganza Blog HOP. I will be giving you some insider information about Dothe book's Midnight Master and Midnight Lover by Donna Grant, complete with an excerpt and bio's of charachters, brought to you by .
So without further adeu, let me introduce our charachters.


Dani Buchanan is dragged into the battle between Deirdre and Warriors by her magic, and because of that she's shown an entire new world. A world where she finally fits in. A world full of battles, of danger...and love. 


The vigilant one. Ian hides the horrors of his torture – death and resurrection – at Deirdre’s hand from his brother, but Deirdre’s hold over Ian hasn’t waned. She’s deeper in his psyche than anyone realizes.
Born:August 1381
God:Farmire, father of battle
Warrior Color:Pale blue
Abilities:Can absorb another's power

The youngest of the Warriors, he’s always ready with a smile. He’s the loyal one, the Warrior who will never abandon his brothers, but the secrets of his past won’t lossen their hold and the darkness threatens to swallow him.
Born:April 1470
God:Athleus, god of betrayal
Warrior Color:Silver
Abilities:Control over water

About Gwen (No Picture Available)
A Druid with extraordinary magic. That magic will draw her deeper into the forbidden world of the Warriors and pit her against her family. She’ll have to choose between her family and the man who captured her heart with one smile. 

The Books:
Midnight's Lover Synopsis:
Defenders against evil. Bound by the gods. The Dark Warriors are taking their battle from ancient Scotland to the modern world—where a woman’s love can set them free…
Driven by the fierce god within him, Highlander Ian Kerr is sworn to fight for the land he loves—and the brother he lost. But when he’s magically transported four centuries into the future, he finds himself fighting his own desires—for a beautiful, bewitching woman who could hold a warrior spellbound…
Danielle Buchanan has heard the legends. She has felt the power of Druid blood in her veins. But she has never known a man as fearsome—or as haunted—as the warrior Ian. With her magic, Dani must help him battle an ancient evil. With her heart, she must join him in his quest. But only with her soul can she free him from his curse…and seal their fates together.

Midnight Lover's Excerpt:
Somewhere in the Highlands
Ian’s eyes flew open as he lay perfectly still inside the dark, dank cave he had called home for…months.  He wasn’t sure how much time had passed.
Nor did he care.
He didn’t move, didn’t even blink as he listened.  The only sound that met his ears was the shrill sound of the howling wind.  But for an instant, he had sworn he’d heard his brother’s voice.
More and more he heard Duncan calling to him, beckoning him to leave the mountain.
Ian scrubbed a hand down his face and sat up.  His breath billowed white before his face.  A glimpse through the cave’s entrance showed Ian the sun had risen on another day.
How many days had he lost this time?  It could have been hours or weeks that his god, Farmire, had had control.  As awful as that was, Ian feared what Farmire had done while he’d been in control.
It was one of the reasons Ian had made his home in such a remote place.  The farther his god had to go to appease his need for blood and death, the less likely Ian was to harm someone.
At least that was his hope.
Ian dropped his head back against the jagged rock of the cave and squeezed his eyes shut.  By all that was holy he’d never felt so isolated, never been so desolate in all his two hundred plus years.
And it was only going to get worse.  So much worse.
Ian thought of MacLeod Castle and the people who had become a family to him.  He missed the sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs, the aroma of fresh baked bread, and the laughter as they all sat in the great hall and ate.
He missed the other Warriors.
But most of all he missed his brother.
Ian rose to his feet and walked to the cave’s opening and looked out.  Everything as far as he could see was covered in a thick blanket of white so blinding he had to squint to look at it.
There were no footsteps leading to or from the cave, and since it wasn’t snowing now, maybe Ian hadn’t ventured from his hideout.
If only he could remember…. But it was like huge holes in his memory whenever his god took over.  Though he tried to get a hold of his god, Farmire was too powerful.  Ian’s grief over losing his twin only compounded things to allow Farmire to gain the upper hand in the first place.
No one had understood the bond between Ian and Duncan.  As twins, they had shared everything.  If Duncan was hurt, Ian felt his pain.  If Ian had needed Duncan, he’d been there without Ian having ever called for him.
The fact they had also shared a god as twins only strengthened their bond. 
Ian remembered when they’d had their god unbound.  It had been Deirdre, an evil Druid, or drough, who had caught them and unbound their god. 
The pain had been excruciating, unimaginably agonizing with their bones popping and muscles shredding as the god stretched inside them.  But it had been nothing compared to the strength of the god now bellowing inside Ian’s mind. 
No longer was Ian able to share Farmire’s greedy and insatiable hunger for battle with Duncan.  Now, Ian contended with it all on his own.
And he was losing badly. 
Ian recalled how he and Duncan had found a way to gain control over their god together.  It hadn’t been easy, but they’d had each other.
Even locked deep in the depths of Deirdre’s mountain prison they’d learned to face whatever came their way.  Together.
It had been Deirdre who had taken Duncan’s life just four months earlier.  It had been Deirdre who had taken the only brother Ian had ever known.
And it had been Deirdre who had put Ian in the predicament he was in now.  The drough had known exactly what she was doing when she killed Duncan.  She’d known Ian would then get the full powers of his god – and the full rage.
Many Warriors never learned to control their god, and the god soon took over.  Which is what Deirdre wanted in her quest to rule the world.
Ian had been a proud man growing up in his clan.  He’d even been a proud Warrior, despite the primeval god inside him. 
Now, he hid away from the world because he couldn’t rule his god.  He wondered what Duncan would think of him.  Would his twin scorn him?  Would Duncan pity him?
Ian scratched his head and felt the long, dirty strands of his hair.  The hair felt foreign to him.  Ever since they’d been young lads, Ian had kept his hair shorn to his head to help others tell him and Duncan apart.
The last time he’d cut his hair was before Duncan had left with Logan on their mission to find an artifact that would help them destroy Deirdre once and for all.
They had killed Deirdre once already when they’d rescued the youngest MacLeod brother, Quinn, from her clutches.  Though they had killed her body, they hadn’t destroyed her soul.
“Unfortunately,” Ian mumbled.
Ian thought of the Druids and their pivotal role in the lives of every Britain beginning thousands of years before.  The Druids had been the ones to rule the land, not kings or clan leaders.
There were two sects of Druids.  The mies, or good Druids, whose magic came from the earth and elements.  And the droughs, who, upon their eighteenth year, gave their souls to Satan in order to command black magic.
It had been the droughs who had called up the primeval gods from Hell to help the Celts send Rome from their shores.  Those gods had inhabited the strongest warriors from each family, creating immortal Warriors with the strength and power of the god that had taken them.
When the droughs couldn’t send the gods back to Hell with their magic alone, it had taken both the droughs and the mies to bind the gods in the Warriors.
Since Deirdre hunted and killed both droughs and mies in order to steal their magic and grow hers, there were few Druids left in Britain.  Those that remained stayed hidden.
Ian had never felt animosity, never allowed himself to hate as he did for Deirdre.  His loathing grew each day his god took control of him.  Because Ian knew, once Farmire was in complete control, Ian would be Deirdre’s.
“I’ll kill myself first,” Ian stated, his hands fisting at his side.
“Nay, brother.  You need to live.”
Ian didn’t acknowledge Duncan’s voice, though it sounded as if his brother stood right next to him.  It was just proof that Ian was going daft.
At least he was alone and his friends at MacLeod Castle wouldn’t have to watch as Farmire slowly pulled him under.   
But Ian missed the other Warriors.
He missed Fallon MacLeod’s calm leadership.  He missed Ramsey’s infinite knowledge, Logan’s teasing, Hayden’s eagerness for battle, and Arran’s steadfast friendship. 
He missed Quinn MacLeod’s recklessness, Lucan MacLeod’s easy laughter, Galen’s constant eating, Broc’s silent gaze, and Camdyn’s quiet presence.
There was also Larena, the only female Warrior and Fallon’s bride. 
Then there were the Druids.  The MacLeods had welcomed all Warriors fighting against Deirdre into their castle, but they had also made it a sanctuary for Druids.
The MacLeods had turned their ruin of a castle into a home once more.  It was a place where no matter what you were, you were welcomed to sit at their table and share a meal.
It had helped that Ian, Duncan, and Arran had stood by Quinn while they’d been trapped in Deirdre’s mountain.  Ian had known as soon as he saw Quinn that the Warrior was someone important.
Ian thought back to when he first met Quinn.  Quinn had been battling his own god at the time.  There had instances where Quinn admitted he had nearly given into his god at one point.
It was too bad Quinn wasn’t with him now to help Ian win this constant battle of wills with Farmire.
Even if Ian hadn’t been snatched from MacLeod Castle, he knew he would have left.  Only a fool would stay and endanger all that they had worked to protect.
And Ian wasn’t a fool.
“Brother, you must eat.  You will need your strength to battle Farmire.  The weaker you are, the more control he has.”
Ian knew Duncan was right, but to get food meant he would have to leave the cave.  But the voice in Ian’s head, whether it was his brother or not, was correct.
He did need to keep up his strength to fight Farmire.  Not that Ian thought he had a chance at having the control over his god as he once did, but he wasn’t going to go without a fight.
Ian glanced down at his kilt and the large red and green plaid covered in mud and muck.  He needed a bath as well.  Which, in the cold, was going to be grueling.
The freezing temperatures wouldn’t kill him because of his immortality, but it might help to keep his god away for a while.
With his first ghost of a grin in days, Ian stepped out of the cave.

Midnight's Master:
From the acclaimed author of the Dark Sword novels comes a thrilling spin off series in which ancient magic in the modern world ignites a timeless passion…
Gwynn Austin has no idea why her father has disappeared on a mysterious trip to Scotland.  When she goes on a desperate mission to search for him she finds more than she bargains for in a ruggedly handsome, wickedly exciting Highlander who exudes danger and mystery. And when she discovers her own link to Scotland, she’ll have to trust her heart to help lead her….
Propelled through time by powerful Druid Magic, Logan Hamilton uses his immortality and powers of the god inside him to help prevent the awakening of an ancient evil in the modern world. He never expects to find help in the form of a beautiful, alluring, and all too tempting woman whose passion and strength matches his own. Together, Logan and Gywnn must fight for their love—before a demon from the past destroys them both…

The blackness, the unending void ate away at Logan as he was yanked out of the year 1603 and thrown forward in time.  He felt himself falling and desperately reached for something to hang onto
The wind rushed by him, hurting his ears with the high pitched sound and drowning out any noise.  The wind took his breath, making it difficult to breath.  He was tossed first one way, and then the other.  Determining which way was up was soon forgotten.
Where were the others?  Ramsey, Arran, and Camdyn?  The Druids had told him they didn’t know where any of them would end up.  All Logan could pray for as he felt the years and decades pass by was that he landed in the right time.
Around him, the inky darkness began to shimmer – the same shimmer that had appeared when the Druids cast the spell to send Logan and the others traveling through time.
Almost instantly, he was dumped out of the abyss onto his hands and knees into the midst of a vicious rainstorm.
Logan swallowed and gave himself a moment to let his head stop spinning.  He pushed his fingers into the wet ground and smiled when he felt the dirt between his hands.
He sat back on his heels and looked around.  It was day, but the storm had darkened the sky.  An urgent need pulled at him, called to him to return to Eigg, but he pushed it aside.  He had to find Ian.  That was his duty.
Logan wiped off his hands and took stock of his whereabouts on a hillside, the tall grass swaying with the howling wind.  But what grabbed his interest were the dots of light below him.
Logan blinked through the cold, torrential rain and climbed to his feet.  Those weren’t fires he saw flickering in the valley.  What they were, he didn’t know.  Yet.
He rose to his feet and ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.  It was time to discover just where the Druids had managed to toss him in the future.
On his way down to the valley, Logan crossed a road that had been covered with some hard, black substance with bright white lines painted on it.
He squatted down to touch the surface and felt the rumbling of the ground beneath his fingers.  Logan rose and stepped back as something large and loud came rolling down the lane.
As the object passed, Logan spotted a person inside who looked like they controlled the loud contraption.
More confused than ever, Logan walked over the road and down to the town.  He could hardly believe his eyes when he reached the village to find buildings lined down the street, one right next to the other.  They were all painted the same bright white with many more of those noisy contraptions lining the road as well as traveling down it.
Logan kept to the side of the road where he saw other people walking.  A few gave him odd glances but most paid him no heed.
He passed store after store, trying to learn the language written on the signs.  The factthere. It had grown tremendously since then.
What else had changed in the four centuries since he had left his friends behind at MacLeod Castle?
“I thank you,” he said to the woman and walked on before she could ask more questions.
Logan looked at the town of Salen with new eyes. If this almost nonexistent village could grow so much in just a few centuries, what had become of Edinburgh or Glasgow? And did he even want to know?
He paused as a young woman ran in front of him to one of the contraptions sitting on the side of the road. She jerked at the handle as she held a bag over her head in an effort to keep from getting wet. It wasn’t working.
“Rory! You wanker! Unlock the bloody door so I can get in the car!” she yelled over her shoulder.
Logan turned his head to see a thin man come out of the shop, walk around the…car, insert something small into the door, and open it.
The woman yanked on her door again then banged on the window above it. “Rory. Unlock the bloody door now!”
After another moment, Rory leaned over the door and pulled on something. A moment later, the woman got in. She was still yelling as the car rolled away.
So, the contraptions were called cars, and apparently people rode them much as Logan rode horses. He sighed and continued forward. It wasn’t just the landscape that had changed. The people had changed as well.
No lady Logan had known would ever have spoken as the woman with Rory had. Not even whores spoke so crudely.
Logan heard footsteps coming fast behind him. His muscles seized and fangs filled his mouth. Logan spun around, claws lengthening as he readied himself to behead whoever thought to attack him.
He pulled his hand back, stopping himself just in time as two young lads who ran past him, laughing and soaking wet. Logan stepped into the doorway of an unused building and took a deep breath.
Was he so used to fighting that he would attack anyone? Even children? He shook his head and struggled to tamp down the god inside him.
Athleus. He was the god of betrayal inside Logan, an ancient god who wanted nothing but death and destruction. It had taken decades for Logan to gain control over his god.
But sometimes, that control slipped.
Logan carried enough burdens. He didn’t need to add the death of two young lads to the weight.
Once his fangs and claws had retreated, and Logan was sure his skin wasn’t the silver of his god, he stepped out of the shadows and lengthened his stride as he exited the town. The urge to return to Eigg was sharp and true in his chest.
If anyone found out that he had a monster inside him, that he could release the god and become a beast, Logan was sure they’d kill him.
But he didn’t just have a god inside him. He was able to use Athleus’ power, a power able to control water. And Logan was going to the Isle of Eigg, an isle surrounded by water.
He wasn’t sure when he had made that decision, only that he had. Logan couldn’t hold back the desperate need to return there as soon as possible.
The last time he had been to Eigg, which to him was just a matter of hours – not centuries – earlier, he had been looking for an artifact hidden there by the Druids.
Not only had he not found the artifact, but his friend and fellow Warrior, Duncan, had been killed by Deirdre. Deirdre was a drough, a Druid who had given herself to evil and black magic. She was on a mission to take over the world, and as great as her magic was, Logan feared she might just win.
It had been Deirdre who had unleashed the gods inside the Warriors. And it would be Warriors who would help end Deirdre once and for all.
But first, Logan had to find Ian, Duncan’s twin.
He couldn’t imagine what Ian was going through. Ian and Duncan, as twins, had shared a god, and with Duncan’s death, the full power and rage of their god would overtake Ian. If he couldn’t control his god, his god would control him and he would be ripe for Deirdre to claim. Which is just what she had wanted when she killed Duncan.
Logan had no idea where Ian had gone, but he knew Deirdre. She had leaped forward in time to 2012 in order to thwart him and the others in their mission to find the artifacts before she did.
He frowned. Or had she?
If Deirdre could travel through time whenever she wanted, why hadn’t she done so before now? She could have changed the outcome to anything that hadn’t gone her way, including gaining the artifacts before the MacLeods.
If Deirdre hadn’t traveled through time on her own, that meant someone had to have helped her.
But who? And, more importantly, why?
Logan wasn’t sure he’d have those answers anytime soon. Regardless, in order to defeat Deirdre, the Warriors would still need the artifacts. The one he had been sent to get was on Eigg.
He paused and looked around him. None of the other three Warriors who had volunteered to look for Ian had landed with Logan. He wasn’t even sure if they had been taken as he had.
Yet, he knew the Druids at MacLeod Castle. Each one was powerful in her own right, and together, they wielded magic and quite literally took his breath away.
He had no doubt they had succeeded in tossing the others forward in time along with him. He had no means of communicating with anyone, nor could he take the chance of traveling to MacLeod Castle yet. He had to find Ian before Deirdre did.
If she didna have him already. that he had a primeval god inside him, a god so ancient his name had been forgotten, was the only way he was able to pick up this new language so quickly.
“You’re soaked through, lad,” said an elderly woman as she opened a door to a store Logan was walking past.
He gave a slight nod and felt the knot in his belly loosen as he heard her brogue.  He was still in Scotland.  Now, to determine when he was.
“Ah, not much of a talker,” she said and laughed.
Logan smiled.  “What year is it?”
She blinked and cocked her gray head at him.  “You’ve quite the brogue, lad.  It’s been many a years since I’ve heard one so thick.”  She smiled, a far away look stealing across her face.
Logan took a step toward her.  “The year, lady?”
“Oh.” She chuckled and patted her chest.  “Forgive me.  It’s 2012.  What an odd question.”
“I’ve been living by myself…away from everyone.”
“And everything,” she said as she eyed his kilt.
Logan looked around him and shrugged.  “What village am I in?”
This time the old woman frowned as she watched him.  “Salen, not far from the Isle of Skye.”
He knew the village, but the last time he had seen it, there had barely been anything

Finally the woman behind the books.:
Donna Grant

Donna Grant is the bestselling, award winning author of more than twenty-five novels spanning multiple genres of romance.
She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.
Her childhood dream was to become a professional ballet dancer and study under the amazing Mikhail Baryshnikov. Though she never got to meet Baryshnikov, she did make it to New York City and performed in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Later, Donna’s love of the romance genre and the constant stories running through her head prompted her to sit down and write her first book. Once that book was completed, there was no turning back.
Donna sold her first book in November 2005 while displaced from Hurricane Rita, a storm that destroyed portions of the Texas Gulf Coast. Since then, Donna has sold novels and novellas to both electronic and print publishers. Her books include several complete series such as Druids Glen, The Shields, Royal Chronicles, Sisters of Magic, Dark Sword, Dark Warriors, and her new series, Dark Kings.
Despite the deadlines and her voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two young children, four cats, three fish, and one long haired Chihuahua. She’s blessed with a proud, supportive husband who loves to read and travel as much as she does.
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