This is such an exciting month. I am on my way to Canada for their National Championship Show. My mother is joining me. We had a blast last year, staying at an old beautiful Victorian Hotel. I was also Reserve Champion on Sean and my trainer was National Champion on Sterling, which added to the fun and excitement. (Lots of celebrating!) And the timing is perfect because I just finished the first draft of the third book in the Rose trilogy, I'll do the rewrite when I get back.
And when I get back, Dark Embrace goes on sale two days later! (August 26.) I am excited to see what the readers think; RT gave it an amazing review, calling the hero unforgettable. So we shall see.
I hope everyone is having a great summer!
From Chapter Two
HE FELT THE MOON SETTING for the third time. A cry of alarm filled the tower.
Aidan slowly came back to the tower room, a dark despair
clawing at him. This hunt had lasted three days and he had not
He blinked and adjusted his eyes to the dark, shuttered room.
As the swirling black evil and the cries of the innocence faded, he
became aware of his body and his power. All sense of euphoric
invincibility was gone. Most of what he had taken three nights ago
was gone. The power in his body was hardly ordinary; it was that
of the son of one of the greatest deamhanain ever known to Alba.
He was arrogant enough to think he might, even without the extra
life coursing through him, be capable of defeating a lesser god.
Still he was tired. His body and his mind begged him for rest,
but it was time to think of other, worldly matters. He commanded
an army of four thousand men - some soulless humans, others
fierce Highlanders. He usually sold his army's services to the
highest bidders, and had done so for the past sixty-six years. He
didn't care about the land, the mortal power-although he needed
the gold to maintain his army, but he took vast pleasure in every
single battle. If he could not engage Moray, he would go to war and
relish destroying his other enemies, one by one.
The MacDonalds were marching on Inverness, a royal garrison,
and he was joining the rebels, as Malcolm had said. He had
personally helped Donald Dubh, their imprisoned leader, escape
from Innischonnail, were the Campbell had imprisoned him. Argyll
had been infuriated. Had Ian lived, he would have been pleased
Aidan was on his feet, bewildered, unbelieving.
He had met her once in the future, perhaps seventy years ago,
and had not thought of her since then. Now he recalled a small
woman with white powers, dressed in shapeless garments and ugly
Why had he just heard Brianna Rose cry out in alarm? How had
he just seen her frightened face so clearly? He had ceased hunting
evil through time.
No other cries resounded, but he could feel darkness now,
Tension riddled his body. He did not protect Innocence; he used
it ruthlessly for his own means, for the attainment of power.
He did not want to know what was happening to her. He simply
did not care about other people's problems.
It was a scream of fear and pain; he knew she'd been
He did not think. He leapt.
The Rose Trilogy
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