Sword of Stone Cover Reveal

Happy February everyone!!!

We are in the home stretch; winter will be over in the next two or four months depending on where you live…or if you’re in the southern hemisphere you’re looking forward to the cooler months.

We are on schedule for a February 11th release date for Sword of Stone: Sword of Rhiannon: Book Three (which happens to be my birthday).  You will be able to pick up Sword of Stone for only .99 for the first 7 days!

I’m also going to be running a huge ad campaign on my series starter, Tree of Bone and Mist: Sword of Rhiannon: Book One (previously published as The Empress of Ventra) from February 11th to the 28th.  I’d love to get as many social media shares and reviews on any of my books as possible. 






Please help me make this a success by sharing on your social media and leaving a review!  Reviews are SO important because they determined which advertisement we qualify for and they also help with search engine optimization and for other readers to make their decision weather or not to buy my books.  THANK YOU for helping me with this!

If you’d like to receive all my books fore FREE, come to my Facebook group. You’ll receive all my e-books for free.  I’ll also announce reveals and exclusive excerpts.  I look forward to seeing you there.




I am currently writing a science fiction romance trilogy that I will be working on this summer.  I think I will be publishing these under a pen name, but I will let you know.

Okay, I’d love to share my cover reveal with you now!  Sword of Stone: Sword of Rhiannon: Book Three:


I will let you know the Amazon URL link as soon as I have it!

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What I have learned This Year & Plans for 2018


Well, Sword of Stone is with my super wonderful editor, Courtney Cannon of Fiction-Atlas Press LLC. We are shooting for a February 11th launch date because, well, it will be my 50th birthday. Hard to admit…

Many thanks to Jackie Felix who did the cover art for Tree of Bone and Mist, (renamed from the Empress of Ventra) War of the Gypsy, and the soon to be revealed, Sword of Stone. Thanks also to Courtney who took the beautiful art and turned them into wonderful covers.

Tree of Bone and Mist



War of the Gypsy



This has been the most transformative year of my life. This is the year that I went from luxuriating in the rosy ideal of being a writer to actually becoming a professional author. This journey has often been frustrating but extremely rewarding as it has been my goal since the tender age of five. Learning the trade of being an indie author has been a challenge—what writer loves marketing, right? But it has all been worth it to realize such a deep, life-long dream.

There have been other changes this year as well. My mind and heart, which had been tightly stuck on a belief system handed down to me by my parents and grandparents, all of a sudden did not fit with my changing world views any longer. With much trepidation, anxiety and guilt I moved away from things I had always held to and started to look at the world in a different light.

I’ve also gotten serious about my mental health this year. One out of four people have a mental illness and I think (at least I hope) attitudes are changing about the people (a quarter of our population) who suffer with these illnesses. I have struggled with bipolar all of my life. I let it beat me down until I was sure that it had won and my future was nothing but bleak—if I even survived at all.

And then my outlook started to change. I no longer believed everything I had been told my whole life, so that opened me up to the fact that someone who has a mental illness, could, in fact, be successful. I got serious about becoming a professional author.

I also started intense weekly Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. To go along with this, I started meditating daily. I do not miss a day. Giving up my previous belief system, (which is not an understatement when I say that it saturated every part of my life) starting a career I have always wanted, and taking my mental health into my own hands has been nothing short of miraculous, allowing me to turn into the person I have always wished I could be.

That is not to say I don’t have rough days. As summer turned to fall my hyper productive and annoyingly positive outlook started to dim with the shorter days. It was inevitable. However, I’ve tried to remain creative and did not let my mental health routine slip. Some days—a lot of days—it was an all-out fight. I will always have these challenges, but now I know that change is possible. Dreams can and do come true.

This year I’ve published two full-length novels and have written a novella, which I am giving away on my website, and have finished and delivered to my editor an additional full-length novel. I have written about a third of another novel and have a good start into yet another one. I have gone on an intense educational journey, learning all about the ins and outs of indie writing and publishing. I have listened to hours of podcasts, attended countless webinars, read blog posts until my eyes were blurry, and consumed huge stacks of books—all highlighted and encrusted with my notes. Has it paid off? Well, I’m not wealthy—yet. However, money is only a tiny measure of success. My mind has been opened! Not only can I see and understand success and happiness, I KNOW THAT I CAN ACHIEVE IT.

I was also interviewed by two bloggers and I found that fact so surreal and humbling. Thank you, Fiona McVie and The Muse, Kelly Blanchard, for taking an interest in me and my writing. I also want to thank Ivy Logan for giving me such a wonderful review on her blog.

In 2018 I have many plans that involve every aspect of my life. I know that things are only going to get better. Despite the dismal outcome of our American election, which devastated most of us, I now see hope out of the ashes of what is happening to our democracy. Now that I am not restrained by a restrictive belief system any longer, I will be voting for the first time in my life in the upcoming 2018 midterm elections. A movement has started—a fire lit—that will cause a shout that will be heard all over the world. We will prevail!

On the Winter Solstice I spent a spectacular evening under the frigid stars huddled around a huge bonfire with my family watching the Yule Log burn merrily in the orange flames. We lit floating wish lanterns and sent them off into the night sky carrying away our hopes and dreams into the universe. My first of many Yule celebrations.

Upon the tails of the #MeToo movement, of which I have my own story, I have found the feminist that has been trying so hard to escape since I was a small child and told that women need to be quiet and submissive. I always felt that was wrong, now I know it. I feel freed from the shackles of male rule. I am woman, hear me roar!

I have found my voice. I have found my power. I have found my passion.

In 2018 I will be working on many things. I have tentatively written out my publication schedule for the year and, if everything goes as planned, I will be publishing five more novels next year. The last two books in the Sword of Rhiannon series: Sword of Stone (which is with my editor now) and Daughter of the Forgotten Tree, which is about a third of the way done. I’m also going to publish a new dystopian sci-fi series in the fall. I’ve gotten a start on the first book (thanks to NaNoWriMo) called Sea Urchin.

I’m also planning on starting a blog for creatives living with a mental illness. I have a few blog posts already written but I’ll be looking for others to contribute to the blog as well. It’s not just my story—it’s all of ours. I’m hoping it will be informative and encouraging.

I’m planning on paying more attention to this blog as well. I’ll try to make interesting weekly blog posts about obscure fairy tales or different aspects of myths and legends. And of course, being sure to post about any updates with my books.

I plan on finally getting organized. Bookkeeping is not my thing…nor is keeping records…analyzing profit and loss sheets. Well, I guess none of that is my thing. But, I am planning on easing my way into being highly organized by the summer. I will be doing research into the actual running of a business in this coming year. I can do it. I have faith. Plus, I just got my copy of Joanna’s Business for Authors book. Time to start reading!



My husband and I have been trying to become vegans for years and although we have made pretty good strides we have fallen sadly short. Sitting in a dark theater with my seven-year-old grandson watching Ferdinand it finally hit me. I cannot in good conscience keep supporting cruelty to our fellow Earth dwellers just because I want to eat a hamburger or drink a glass of milk.

There is a faction of veganism that has become aggressive, political and just plain mean and negative. I don’t want to fall into this group. This is my decision. I feel that it is something that I must do. I’m not going to preach at people. It is something everyone must decide for themselves. For me and my mental and spiritual health I cannot cause harm to another living being just to make it easier for me. I don’t feel my spirit or my subconscious can truly be aligned and at peace while taking part in the horrible suffering of animals—not to mention the devastating effects it has on our environment (over half of global greenhouse-gas emissions are caused by animal agriculture, according to a report published by the Worldwatch Institute) as well as it not being very healthy to consume. So, we’re going 100% vegan from now on. Perhaps saying we stick to a whole food, plant-based diet is a more palatable statement (pun intended).

What has made it hard is the fact the only thing I hate more than cooking is grocery shopping. Thinking about having to prepare all our food from scratch is overwhelming. We also like to eat out, and let’s face it, southern Indiana isn’t so vegan friendly. But we are on a mission now and there’s no turning back. If we don’t want to starve we will have to cook…and find local restraints that serve more vegan options than just lettuce.

2018 is the year that I am going to make physically healthy changes also. I am eagerly awaiting my copy of The Healthy Writer by Joanna Penn and Dr. Euan Lawson. Joanna is truly an inspiration to all of us writers and her journey to be a healthy writer is so encouraging and the motivation behind my getting very serious about finally getting healthy this year. I intend to take up yoga (I already have my mat!) and split my work out into half cardio and half weight training for the best results. I also intend to put my expensive juicier back to work and make fresh green juice every week….fun! <not> LOL


Mind, body and spirit, things seem to be coming together for me. I wish I would have had these life-changing realizations when I was younger but I obviously wasn’t ready. Everything happens in its own time. But take heart, change is possible, no matter how old you are. <grin>

I hope everyone has a productive, harmonious, and outstandingly happy 2018!

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Sword of Stone 1st Draft is Done!

So Glad it’s FALL!


Fall is my favorite time of year and I always feel like I get more done during the cool, crisp days…whether or not that true, I’m not sure.

Well, it’s official: the 1st draft of Sword of Stone is finally finished!  I’ve been working on this beast (on and off–mostly off) for about a year now.  However, in that time I edited two novels and wrote a novella and got them all published plus did a million other things for the business.  The last 8 weeks I exclusively devoted my time to get this novel finished and so it is.  Yay!


I’ve commissioned the cover art from a wonderful Australian artist, Jackie Felix.  She has also created the art for the first two books in the Sword of Rhiannon series which I will be changing out shortly.  As soon as I have the new covers finished I’ll be putting them up here for everyone to see. You can find Jackie here: https://jackiefelixart.deviantart.com/


While you’re waiting for Sword of Stone here is something fun to read, I suggest picking up this book by Ruby Lionsdrake.  Very well written, original, and I love the characters.  I highly recommend this book and Lindsay hinted there will be more in the series.




Here is a short–or not so short–sneak peak of an excerpt of Sword of Stone:


“Our tjay!  What disharmony blows you to my door on this day?” the old lady crooned.

“I seek a Niju,” he quietly replied, almost embarrassed.  She nodded as if she expected him.  Who knows, maybe she did know he was coming.  Being blessed by the gods, the old woman had a bit of mysterious power surrounding her; the fact that she claimed to be over 180-years-old, notwithstanding.   “Come closer, tjay, and let us dulcify those troubled thoughts!”  She waved him closer with her boney arm, the dark wrinkled skin swaying with her movements.

The Ceremony Keeper’s white hair fell in two long, bright braids down her chest.  She wore a thick strip of beaded leather dyed purple around her head.  An elaborate network of blue and purple beads was strung across her neck and wrists and hung from her sagging earlobes.  Shih ‘Ni could hear the beads banging together whenever she moved.  Heavily creased black eyes pierced Shih ‘Ni through the heart.  He knew what she was thinking; Ventra’s tjay could not provide an heir.  He clenched his jaw, lifted his chin and looked down at the old woman, his Archigos pride suddenly bolstering him.  He hoped this new found courage would last through the Niju.

Finally, the old woman turned her heavily wrinkled face to her four great-granddaughters many times over, nodding her head, and the girls immediately went to work setting up for the spirit journey ceremony.  A fire was already crackling in the huge hearth warming the cottage.  One apprentice grabbed two small glass bottles from a worn cupboard, another one gently lay a thick blanket on the floor while the last two made a cup of some awful smelling tea.  The aroma reminded Shih ‘Ni of when he was in the cottage last, on the day Rhiannon returned to Ventra.  He was filled with confusion and such strong emotions he was afraid his mind and soul would be lost to Lacti, the dark place those who have fallen into disfavor with the gods are sent.  But his mind and soul were soothed by the Niju last time and he hoped that this time would be the same.

Shih ‘Ni sat down on the blanket, already warmed by the fire.  At the Ceremony Keeper’s urging he took an old ceramic cup from her brown, withered hands and gulped downed the hot tea she handed him.  It burned his throat going down and tasted like mold.  One of the dark-headed young apprentices threw a handful of something powdered into the fire.  It immediately sizzled and a purple smoke started to hang in the warm air.  It smelled familiar, for he had smelled it before, but he still wasn’t ready for the acrid taste of the smoke as it burned his mouth and nose. He off-handedly wondered what plant could make such a caustic smell.  He coughed but took in huge breaths knowing the bitter smoke would help him on his journey.

He lay back upon the blanket, feeling exposed and vulnerable as he clenched his fist and nervously stared at the sloping metal ceiling.  Finally, he closed his eyes, taking long, deep breathes quieting his pounding heart.  He could hear the old woman start to quietly chant over his prone body.  It seemed like a song but had no tune and every word was different, not to be repeated.  He recognized the words to be a form of ancient Venn but their meaning was lost in history a long time ago.  The room was becoming overpoweringly warm and he started to sweat. He could hear the beads on her wrists as her hands passed over his body sprinkling some kind of ceremonial water on him.  The droplets of water were cool on his hot skin.  Soon her raspy rhythmic voice became soft and soothing as he felt himself start to fall asleep…

Shih ‘Ni gradually became aware of the feel of a harsh wind blowing across his cooling skin.  It rushed by his ears defining him to his surroundings.  What was once a soft, warm blanket meeting his back was now cold, hard rock.   He lay there with his eyes closed for several long moments gently stroking the dry dirt under his long fingers.   Through the frenzied rush of a cool wind, he could feel the slight warmth of the sun.  He strained to hear anything past the wind but still could hear nothing but the wind’s forlorn wail.

Gathering his courage he slowly opened his eyes.  It must have been early evening since the sun was setting in a pool of orange and red that painted the sky.  Feeling stiff and sore he sat up and looked around.  He was sitting on a rocky outcropping overlooking the vast Laoch Valley, Màrrach was way off in the distance; its glass domes sparkling like jewels in the sunset.  Immediately he felt homesick.  Màrrach was the most beautiful city in the world, he was sure of it.  He had traveled all over Ventra and Beaynid, spent time on the peninsula in the coastal town of Turr’ ah; in the sprawling, bustling shipping town of Tel `Rhia on the western coast of Beaynid; and he even spent a little time in the eastern castle city of Sona Tuath.  However, nothing could ever compare to the mystique and majesty of the home of the mighty Archigos: Màrrach.

Slowly Shih ‘Ni became aware of another presence.  A slight warming of the air and a disturbance in the way the wind toyed with his hair.  He looked to his right a saw a magnificent horned horse serenely laying on the ground next to him, her long, strong legs tucked up under her.  Her coat was so shiny black it was almost blue.  Her mane flowed out from her in long dark ribbons on the wind.  Her huge black eyes stared at him, inviting him closer.  Shih ‘Ni recalled the story Rhiannon told him of what happened to her during the Fiann and recognized the horned horse to be Rhiannon’s mother, Sernia.  The horned horse stood up, all the while keeping her deep eyes upon him.  Shih ‘Ni slowly stood and hesitantly walked closer to her.  He was unsure of what Sernia wanted of him.  Suddenly she nuzzled him to her back and he climbed on.

She turned and started ascending a rocky trail that led up into the darkening clouds.  He gripped her mane and tightened his legs around the horned equine.  They climbed higher and higher as the sky darkened and the wind whipped past Shih ‘Ni’s ears.  They rose so high up that Shih ‘Ni could swear he could taste the salt in the air from the Carnaid Sea many miles away to the east.  Finally, they stopped upon a ledge that was thrust out from the mountain like a stony finger pointing into the sky.  Shih ‘Ni slid off the back of the horse and walked toward the edge.  When he looked back the horned horse was gone and in front of him stood a woman.  It was indeed Rhiannon’s mother.

Sernia stood tall looking seriously at Shih ‘Ni.  She appeared just as she had when they were children.  Her raven hair blew out in long fingers upon the wind.  Dark eyes assessed him under arched brows.  Brown arms came together as her long, elegant fingers clasped each other in front of her.  She wore a brown, leather, sleeveless jerkin with matching trousers and brown, beaded slippers.  Her top was cut low and he could see the red diamond birthmark above her heart, along with the scrolling blue imperial tattoos that disappeared under the leather.  Even without the jewel-encrusted crown upon her dark head and the Necklace of Ventra around her elegant neck, she was still very much an Empress of Ventra.

Her pink lips curled into a smile and her eyes softened.  “Shih ‘Ni, you have grown into a beautiful man.”

“My empress,” he breathed and bowed.

“No more your empress, my dear, but still the mother of your mate.  You have treated her well, Shih ‘Ni and for that, we are all grateful to you.”

Getting right to the point, he held out his big hands pleading, “Sernia, we cannot produce an heir.  What am I to do?”  Suddenly she looked passed him.  Shih ‘Ni turned around as a huge eagle flew up and landed right on the edge of the cliff.  He stared at its golden plumage and bright sky-blue eyes.  Abruptly it raised its head and screeched into the night.  Bumps rose along Shih ‘Ni’s arms as he felt as much as heard the great bird’s cry.  His stomach clenched and he stepped back.   The moonless sky was black now but miraculously he could see perfectly and it only slightly registered to him how strange that was.

Before his eyes, the giant eagle started to blur into something else, its plaintive keening lost in the whipping wind.  Its golden feathers melted into pale skin until what stood before him was a woman.  Her golden hair whipped in the wind as she stared down at him with piercing bright blue eyes.  Shih ‘Ni’s heart slammed in his chest and he gasped as he fell to the ground and bowed his head low.  “My Goddess, Verna,” he breathed, not sure at all she could hear him over the howl of the wind.

“Rise, tjay,” she commanded in a voice that fantastically did not waver on the wild wind that blew past them.  He did as she bade him and forced himself to look into her blue eyes.  He saw compassion there and perhaps sadness. He wondered what cause a goddess would have for sadness.  “You are a blameless man, virtuous to a fault.  You are zealous in your devotion and protection of Ventra.”  Shih ‘Ni beamed at her words of praise.  She raised a graceful arm and gently touched his cheek.  “You are a favored son of Ventra, Shih ‘Ni.”  But then her lips turned down slightly and he was filled with trepidation.

“Thank you,” he whispered reverently, aware that her next words would bite.

“However you are not the tjay who will produce Ventra’s new heir.”  Her words were softly spoken as if she knew how it would tear at Shih ‘Ni’s heart.  With effort, his dark eyes held hers as he silently pleaded with her to take back her words.  “I am sorry, Great Warrior, for I know you deeply love the empress, however, events have already been written into the Tome of Life.  Neither you nor I can change that.  I am here only to tell you that you must move on and to soothe your soul if it is possible.

He opened his mouth to beg for another chance and to plead with her not to make him leave Rhiannon and Màrrach, but he shut his lips knowing it would do no good to argue with a goddess.  He took a deep breath and started again, “Your words make me bleed, My Lady, but I will do as you ask and leave Màrrach immediately.”  Despite his feigned bravery, his words sounded small broken in his ears.

Verna clasped her delicate hands then opened them and in one hand she held a shining golden feather about the length of Shih ‘Ni’s hand with a thin, leather thong attached at the bottom.  She stretched out her arm and quickly tied it to his dark hair.  “You will not leave Màrrach with nothing, though it is not much.  I will always be with you, Great Warrior.”  And then she leaned close to him, he could smell a sharp, smoky aroma: the leaves from the Velk tree.  She whispered into his ear and hung on every warm breath she bestowed upon him.  His eyes widened at what she prophesied.  It was almost too much to believe, especially since his position as tjay was being taken away from him and he was being thrown out of Màrrach, but he obediently stored her words away in his heart.  When her warm breath left his ear he immediately felt a loss so great he wanted to weep.

“My goddess,” he whispered with great emotion and reverence and went into a deep bow.  When he straightened up she was smiling at him.  A huge, beaming smile brightened her unbelievably beautiful face; her eyes were so blue he could almost see right through them.  Her whole body began to glow and he could feel the radiance coming from her form.  She became too bright to look at and he shielded his eyes.

“It is time for you to sleep now, Great Warrior,” she said, and then softly touched his forehead.  Immediately he melted to the ground and as he lay there he caught a glimpse of Verna’s pale form turning back into the golden eagle and flying away before sleep took him and he was lost to the blackness.


Of course, this is 1st draft material and it might change a little.


I hope everyone is having a wonderful fall so far and keep your eyes out for further Sword of Stone announcements or other short story and poetry posts.  Have a great FALL everyone!


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Back to School Charity Raffle from Indie Authors Care & Amanda’s Book Nook For All Audiences


Hello, blog hoppers! Welcome to our Back To School Charity Raffle and Blog Hop! We’ll be hopping this week to support a generous cause! Indie Authors Care and Amanda’s Book Nook For All Audiences is sponsoring this Charity event, and all proceeds will be going directly to The Internation Rescue Committee, specifically the education department!
We’ll be raffling off an 8” Kindle Fire HD, a $50 Amazon gift card, and an ebook library filled with over thirty books! Raffle winners will be drawn September 6th at 3 PM EST.
For a chance to win any of these prizes, all you have to do is purchase at least one raffle ticket. Of course, your odds of winning do go up exponentially with each ticket you purchase!

Good news for you, raffle tickets are being sold at a discount all week long during the blog hop!
During the blog hop, tickets will be $1 each. After the blog hop, tickets will increase to $3 each.
We also have some bulk discounts.
During the blog hop, you may pay $10 and get 11 tickets, $20 and get 22 tickets, or $50 and get 60 tickets.
After the blog hop, you may pay $15 and get 6 tickets, $30 and get 12 tickets, or $60 and get 25 tickets.
What are we hoping to do with these donations?
We are hoping to raise at least $800. There are many ways we can spend this money. Option one is to spend it to purchase school supplies for 40 children. Option 2 is to use the money to send 14 kids to school for a year. Option 3 is to use it for one donation package each which would amount to sending 3 kids to school for a year, one school supply kit, one teddy bear and creativity kit, pay for one new classroom, pay for school clothes for a child, teaching supplies, and a safe environment.
So, you see, we can change the world together and ensure that these students around the world have all the tools they need to get a quality education in a safe environment with qualified teachers.

Tickets will be sold via Google Form to keep accurate records of all transactions.

No purchase necessary to participate, though odds of winning are greater when multiple tickets are purchased. If you would like to submit one free entry, please email info@fiction-atlas.com with the subject “Raffle Mail Entry.”


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In addition to all the lovely prizes you can win in the raffle, I am also doing my own giveaway!  I’m giving away not ONE but three signed copies each of BOTH The Empress of Ventra and War of the Gypsy (pint version USA only.  All other countries, ebooks only)!  All you need to do to be entered to win my signed books is:


1) Sign up for my newsletter (you’ll receive Flight of the Raven for FREE just for signing up).

2) Comment on this post.

3) Send me an email (MelissaEBeckwith@gmail.com) letting me know you’ve done both of these things. 


I’ll choose three lucky winners on September 7th, 2017.  You’ll be notified by email and I’ll ship out your signed books immediately.  Good luck!  Thanks for participating in the Blog Hop and please share/Tweet this event!!


Here’s the next stop on your Blog Hop journey! http://aekirk.com/blog/


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Author Interview by Fiona McVie


I have recently had the honor to be interviewed by Scottish poet and interviewer, Fiona McVie.  I’m always excited to do an interview because it reinforces my professional author mindset.  All of us authors are continually growing in our craft and it is nice to be noticed for our hard work.  Thank you, Fiona and I hope to one day visit your beautiful country.  I’ve always wanted to go to Scotland and I know someday I’ll make it!!


You can read my interview here:




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Sword of Stone Excerpt

Here’s an excerpt from book three in the Sword of Rhiannon series,  “Sword of Stone”.  I’m hoping it will be done by the end of summer.

Time seemed to stand still here in this primeval clearing located in this ancient forest. The birds were quiet as if to show reverence to the King of the Forest that stood in front of her. It lay dormant now, innocent and blameless, though Rhiannon knew that was a lie. The shell’s smooth surface warmed Rhiannon’s hand as her mind fought the calm wanting to race with disquieting thoughts.

Through the dim, dwindling light Rhiannon peered at where her long, sad odyssey had first begun: she stood before the Tree of Jur. Its huge, gnarled truck held up massive branches still full of dark leaves, shimmering in a dry breeze that dared to blow through the forest clearing. She edged a little closer mesmerized by the gaping opening in the tree, its inky darkness so deep the brightest light would not penetrate it. She could feel its draw on her soul calling her home.

She peered up at the living monolith standing before her. Hundreds of human bones hung eerily from the dark branches of the tree gently swaying in the breeze in a macabre dance of death. Flashes of white drew her eyes and gave the tree of bone and mist an otherworldly appearance. The Priests of Jur had hung the bones of their dead upon the tree many years ago in an act of reverence and worship. What they left was a ghoulish spectacle which most people avoided. But Rhiannon had been drawn to the tree’s sheltering arms and promise of home.

Rhiannon stopped before the tree and hesitantly held out her hand. The bark was rough and warm under her fingers. It would still be hours before the tree’s portal opened but she could feel a current running through the tree and the air as if it siphoned power from the forest in preparation. She mindlessly rubbed the rough bark wondering how it would be to walk back into her life in Montana. Matthew and Daniel would be shocked but she knew she would still be welcome. Could she do it? Could she leave Màrrach for good?

She edged closer to the tree as she counted everything she had lost since coming through the tree: her father, Tim, Flath and now Shih ‘Ni. The loss was too great to bare—she could stand to lose no more.

Unaware of time passing, Rhiannon stood before the Tree of Jur as the full moon traveled across a black sky. She felt no hunger or thirst or even a need to rest. She was not aware of Zellan as he grazed and ever so often looked up at her to make sure she was still alright. Her ears were deaf to the night insects or the hoot of a nearby owl. Enthralled by the tree she stood by its side all night like a sentry at her post.

Finally, the moon dipped behind tall pines and the cold stars gave up their twinkling as night turned to dawn and then the sun started to rise turning the sky from pink to blue.  Rhiannon felt the humming of the tree before she heard it. Under her caress, the already warm bark turned hot and she pulled her hand away. A thick mist started to poor from the tree and roll across the clearing. The smell of pine was replaced by the aroma of dirt and blood and the tree started to glow an amber color.

This was it. This was her chance to right the wrong that had been done her when she was brought here. The pull of the tree was hard to resist and then she wondered why she was resisting at all. She moved closer to the opening that was now aglow in amber light.

Ever so slowly something started to eat away at her haunted thoughts. A nagging that became louder and could not be ignored any longer. She was being watched! Her pulse quickened as she squeezed the shell in one hand and pulled her sword free with the other. Slowly she turned around ready to face what she was sure was an attack.

Peering through the mist, though, was not the face of an enemy at all. “Rhiannon, don’t,” Kyia pleaded, tears running down her cheeks—Rhiannon dropped her sword to the ground and the amber mist swallowed it whole.

Hope you guys enjoyed this little peek into Sword of Stone.  Check back for updates on its book launch.

This beautiful art is from: http://feelgrafix.com/799833-fantasy-art-wallpaper.html

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Another Great Review for The Empress of Ventra!


I would love to thank Ivy Logan for taking the time to read The Empress of Ventra and for leaving such a great review on her book blog. I highly recommend you check out her site. As always, reviews are like gold to Indie Authors and we covet all that we are lucky enough to receive. Again, thank you, Ivy!


You can read her review of The Empress of Ventra here:


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Street Team Facebook Group


Launch week for War of the Gypsy was a huge success!  Many heartfelt thanks to my editor/cover designer/ launch party runner, Courtney Cannon over at Fiction-Atlas.com.  I could not have done it without her expertise and skill.  Thank you, Courtney!!  If you are in need of anything book related (including website design), do yourself a favor and go to her website and check out her suite of author services.



I am happy to announce that I’ve started a Street Team Facebook group!  If you’d like to join my Facebook group, please click on the link below. 

As a member of my Street Team, you will receive all my future books for FREE.  That’s right.  You will receive an Advanced Reader Copy of my books before they are even available to buy.  You will also receive any future swag that I might make up for future books.  In the Facebook group, from time to time, I’ll ask for opinions on works in progress, characters, or cover design.  Your idea could end up in one of my books!  All that I ask in return is that you read your ARCs when you get them and leave an honest review on Amazon and Goodreads the week of book launches.  Also, during book launch week that you promote my new book, at your leasure, on your social media platforms.  That’s not tough, right?  I hope to see you over at the group!



I hope everyone is enjoying their summer so far and has been able to get lost in a few good books!

My husband, Richard, and I on Pensacola Beach, Florida during our 30th wedding anniversary trip in April.

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War of the Gypsy is finally here!!

On sale for a limited time for only .99!  Pick up your copy today!



Can Rhiannon give up everything she’s always wanted for a destiny she never asked for?

Rhiannon is facing insurmountable challenges. In addition to gaining the trust of her mighty nation to accept her as their new empress, she must also convince them to get involved in a civil war they care nothing about.

Baobh will not be dissuaded from seeking Rhiannon’s blood.  She might be cloistered within the marble walls of Màrrach, but that won’t stop her.  She will end the new empress’s life and prove the prophecy false.  The throne of Beaynid is hers by right and no one will take it from her!

Flath is besieged with self-doubt.  The rebellion is all but wiped out and he cannot count on the Archigos aid in their war.  When a long-kept family secret is finally revealed, it changes everything!

In book two of The Sword of Rhiannon Series Rhiannon and Flath are forced to make decisions that will change their destinies forever.  Baobh must be stopped, but is the cost too high?


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Empress of Ventra is FREE

In honor of the launch of War of the Gypsy this week, my series starter, The Empress of Ventra: The Sword of Rhiannon: Book One is FREE for a limited time.  If you haven’t already, pick up your FREE copy now.  Get lost in Rhiannon’s world and go along with her and Flath on a dangerous journey to find answers to her past, that is, if she can stay alive!


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