Karen Hulene Bartell Author of Wild Rose Pass

Give a warm welcome to Karen Hulene Bartell. It’s a pleasure to have you join us today.  Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Karen and her Wild Rose Pass. First of all I can tell you are an animal lover.  Is that Tory with you in the picture?

Sure is.

  1. What inspired this particular story?

Sixteen years ago, my husband and I spent Christmas week hiking and horseback riding in Big Bend National Park—the southernmost tip of Texas that borders the Rio Grande and dips into Mexico. Driving home early that morning, we missed the turnoff in Alpine and followed TX-118 north. Snow-covered and glinting against the frosty blue January sky, the remote jumble of mountain peaks and ranges beckoned as they rose above the desert floor. I was enchanted.

Gazing at the sky island for the first time, wide-eyed, I wondered whether those rocky pinnacles were mirages or optical delusions, but a hasty glance at the map told us these were the Davis Mountains. Vertical basalt columns rose like giant fingers reaching for the sky. The palisades, buttes, and bluffs towered above both sides of the only route through those mountains—Wild Rose Pass.

That missed turn bloomed into Wild Rose Pass, Book I of the Trans-Pecos Series. The area’s mystique and raw beauty set the tone for this historical romance.

  1. Why did you choose the cover concept you did?

I wanted the cover to shout romance, yet reflect the time period of the 1880s novel, so I requested the hero and heroine to be dressed in period clothing, while holding each other in an embrace, with the craggy mountains as the backdrop. I remember emailing WRP, “all I really care about is that prospective readers want to be the girl the hero’s holding on the cover.” 😉

  1. What inspired you to write?

I always had a creative imagination. (My childhood dolls were never baby dolls—always lady dolls, who went on exciting adventures.) But what inspired me to write? In a word, reading. In second grade, my mother took me to the library and helped me choose books. By third grade, I had my own library card, walked to the library alone, and chose my own books. All during my childhood, my mother let me stay up as late as I wanted—if I read. As a result, I became a voracious reader and, in my case, writing was simply a natural progression.

  1. If writing is your first passion, what is your second?

Traveling, hands down. Nothing ignites my passion for life as much as traveling to provocative places, encountering new experiences, sampling different ethnic foods, and meeting stimulating people, I’m inspired. Ideas flow. (I should’ve been a travel correspondent.) Traveling that takes me out of my rut and propels me into new realms of possibility.

Traveling inspires me. Ideas flow. (I should’ve been a travel correspondent.) There’s something about traveling that takes me out of my rut and propels me into new realms of possibility. I’ve written some of my best concepts sitting in airports or hotel bathrooms at midnight (so I don’t wake my husband with the light). Being out of my element and in new environments stimulates my imagination.

Yep, I know the feeling.  Happens to me on our RV camping trips.

SPEED ROUND FOR A LITTLE ADDED FUN:

Speed Round (one word only answer): Yep, I know torture for a writer!<evil laugh>

Favorite movie: GREASE
Favorite book: 1984
Last book read: TEXAS
Favorite color: BLUE
Stilettos or flipflops: FLIPFLOPS
Coffee or tea: COFFEE
Ebook or audiobook or paperback: EBOOK
Pencil or pen: PEN

Favorite song: MAGIC

Streak or not: NOT

Favorite dessert: SOFTSERVE

Favorite junk food: PRETZELS

Favorite thing to do to relax: MASSAGE

Champagne or gin: CHAMPAGNE

Paranormal or Historical: PARANORMAL

Wonder Woman or Top Model: WONDER WOMAN

Favorite TV show: MASH

Hot or cold: HOT

POV: THIRD

I’d die if I don’t have: FREEDOM

Review or Not: REVIEW

 

Tell us a little about Wild Rose Pass.

Cadence McShane, free-spirited nonconformist, yearns to escape the rigid code, clothes, and sidesaddles of 1880s military society in Fort Davis, Texas. She finds the daring new lieutenant exhilarating, but as the daughter of the commanding officer, she is expected to keep with family tradition and marry West Point graduate James West.

Orphaned, Comanche-raised, and always the outsider looking in, Ben Williams yearns to belong. Cadence embodies everything he craves, but as a battlefield-commissioned officer with the Buffalo Soldiers instead of a West Point graduate, he is neither accepted into military society nor considered marriageable.

Can two people of different worlds, drawn together by conflicting needs, flout society and forge a life together on the frontier?

Sneak peek between the pages of Wild Rose Pass.

Reining his horse between catclaw and prickly-pear cactus, Ben Williams squinted at the late summer sun’s low angle. Though still midafternoon, shadows lengthened in the mountains. He clicked his tongue, urging his mare up the incline. “Show a little enthusiasm, Althea. If we’re not in Fort Davis by sunset, we’ll be bedding down with scorpions and rattlesnakes.”

As his detachment’s horses clambered up Wild Rose Pass, the only gap through west Texas’ rugged Davis Mountains, Ben kept alert for loose rocks or hidden roots, anything that might trip his mount. A thick layer of fallen leaves created a pastiche of color shrouding the trail from view. He glanced up at the lithe cottonwood trees lining the route, their limbs dancing in the breeze. More amber and persimmon leaves loosened, fell, and settled near the Indian pictographs on their tree trunks. When he saw the red- and yellow-ochre drawings, he smiled, recalling the canyon’s name—Painted Comanche Camp.

“How far to Fort Davis, lieutenant?” called McCurry, one of his recruits.

“Three hours.” If we keep a steady pace.

Without warning, the soldier’s horse whinnied. Spooking, it reared on its hind legs, threw its rider, and galloped off.

As he sat up, the man groaned, caught his breath, and stared into the eyes of a coiled rattler, poised to strike. “What the…?”

Flicking its tongue, hissing, tail rattling, the pit viper was inches from the man’s face.

A sheen of sweat appeared above the man’s lip. “Lieutenant—”

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About the Author:

Author of the Trans-Pecos, Sacred Emblem, Sacred Journey, and Sacred Messenger series, Karen is a best-selling author, motivational keynote speaker, wife, and all-around pilgrim of life. She writes multicultural, offbeat love stories that lift the spirit. Born to rolling-stone parents who moved annually, Bartell found her earliest playmates as fictional friends in books. Paperbacks became her portable pals. Ghost stories kept her up at night—reading feverishly. The paranormal was her passion. Westerns spurred her to write (pun intended). Wanderlust inherent, Karen enjoyed traveling, although loathed changing schools. Novels offered an imaginative escape. An only child, she began writing her first novel at the age of nine, learning the joy of creating her own happy endings. Professor emeritus of the University of Texas at Austin, Karen resides in the Hill Country with her husband Peter and her “mews”—three rescued cats and a rescued *Cat*ahoula Leopard dog.

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 It was wonderful having you with us today.  Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Wild Rose Pass! 

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Mystic Maples by Tena Stetler #MFRWHooks

This week. #MFRWhooks is the award winning Mystic Maples. When Mercy discovers the truth, Silvanus’ well-ordered life unravels and they’re catapulted into the past to right a wrong.   

I had a blast writing this book. A bit of time-travel, mystery, and magic is the small town of Willow Springs makes for a fun romantic adventure and an escape for the reader. A captivating furbaby by the name of Rag-A-Muffin steals the story.

 So pull up a chair and get comfy, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Mystic Maples!

A peek between the pages of Mystic Maples: The hook.

Earth/Fire witch Mercy Rose’s insatiable curiosity always gets her in trouble. After a break-in at her Colorado flower shop, and a court battle that comes to a screeching halt in her favor, she arrives at Deerbourne Inn for a much-needed getaway. Looking for peace and quiet, she finds just the opposite in a startling handsome but mysterious man and his dog.

Silvanus Forrest’s gypsy/fae heritage is a double-edged sword. The land he inherited from his parents is rumored to be enchanted. But when Mercy discovers the truth, his well-ordered life unravels, and they’re catapulted into the past to right a wrong. Along the way their lives intertwine, and they discover the true meaning of family and love. Will they change the past in time to save their future?

A little more about Mystic Maples! 

“Don’t touch that,” he barked. It was too late.

Her fingers stroked the rusted padlock. It sprang open. Puffs of dried soil sprinkled the carpet around the chest. He placed a restraining hand on her arm just as she tentatively dug her fingers into the soil.  “This isn’t from your land. It’s —.”  A swirl of colors sucked them in and a feeling of weightlessness surrounded her. She grabbed a hold of Sil’s arm. Then suddenly they were back inside the wagon.

Only something was amiss, the silence, the earthy smell wasn’t right. She shivered. What have I done? Taking a deep breath, she whirled around to face Sil.

“What the hell just happened?”

He shrugged. “You promised not to touch a thing. Lets get out of here.”  Reaching for the vardo’s handle, he pushed down and the door opened into a small barn. He strode to the door, tugging Mercy along with him. When he shoved it open moonlight  spread across an open field casting silvery shadows through the bordering trees. Off in the distance stood a  ramshackle cabin.

A warm breeze swept her hair across her face. She stared unblinking. Nothing about the landscape was familiar except the stands of young trees. She bent as if to touch the soil.

His arm flew out and prevented her from reaching the ground. “Its true,” he murmured surveying the area. His lips set in a thin line, he rubbed his temples and stared. Mocking her. “I won’t touch a thing. Well… you did and now… we are not when we were.”

“Now what?” she whispered.

He sucked in a breath. With his hand at the small of her back, he urged her up the stairs of the vardo.”I think we better go back inside and talk.”

 

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Bear With Me by Marilyn Barr An Interview

Give a warm welcome to Marilyn Barr author of Bear With Me. I see you brought along a couple guests. Please introduce them.

Happy to, this is Grant and Alison from Bear With Me. 

Welcome Grant and Alison.  How about we pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Grant and Alison as well as Marilyn then of course Bear With Me! 

Lets start with Grant, tell us about the real you—

Hi, Thanks for having us.  I’m Grant Luther, the senior director of regulatory affairs at Bergan Pharmaceuticals.  We specialize in genetically engineering biologics and my role is to collect the safety data into a package for FDA approval.  I turn science into medicine.  We outsource our clinical trials but the R&D, microbiological testing, genetic engineering, labeling, and API manufacturing all happen in-house.  We are quite self-sufficient. Our next product, Julibamar, is a new approach to schizophrenia treatment.  This biologic drug augments the gut flora to change the chemicals sent to the brain.  It will naturally balance neurotransmitters.

Tell us three things we’d find if we looked under your bed?

Hopefully nothing!  It is an old plantation home but I had it restored, including pest removal.  Ten weeks ago, I left our home in Ohio to live in Strawberry, Kentucky.  This gave me some time to focus on Bergan Pharma and transition into my new role.  This weekend Alison and our son will be joining me.  I have picked out a renovated plantation home and decorated a new master suite.  However, I haven’t slept there yet.  Azolicyst, another Bergan product, is close to approval so I have been working around the clock.  When I do sleep, it is either collapsed at my desk or on the ugly couch in my office.  The lack of sleep will be worth it when we bring relief to ulcerative colitis sufferers.

……What makes you laugh out loud?

Henrik is our twelve-year-old son and class clown.  When his school in Ohio would call, they had the most outrageous stories about my son.  I was too busy holding in my laughter at the description of his antics to be of much help.  It is a blessing in disguise that Strawberry is over an hour away from the nearest public school.  Henrik is a musical autistic savant and will enjoy homeschooling because of the extra time he will spend on his composing.  While he is more social at school, he will be more productive at home.  How much could he possibly be learning from the principal’s office anyway?

……What makes you angry?

Having a mechanical, electronic, or internet problem winds me up into a tailspin.  I’m trying to save people from pain and suffering.  Being blocked by an “unknown permissions error” or “conductivity reduction error”, is unacceptable.  Bergan has a two-man IT department who I swear spend more time on my couch than at their screens.  The jokesters have made me feel welcome but act more reactive than proactive.  It is like they weren’t trained to work in corporate America.  The CEO loves the pair when all they do is set our deadlines behind our potential trajectory.  There is something I’m missing.

What event in your past has left the most indelible impression on you?

My life changed when Alison fell into it.  We were college seniors and I was stuck in an ecology class.  I needed to fulfill my environmental science requirement, or I wouldn’t have been in her path.  For class, we had to volunteer in the greenhouse, and my job was watering the Mineola trees.  One day, I fell off the ladder onto Alison’s plants.  When she blazed at me for squishing them, I was drawn to her like a moth.  She is so beautiful when she gets riled up like that, I had to spend more time with her.  I had to get to know the woman so passionate about the injustice of the little seedlings.  We started dating and have been together for almost thirteen years.

  What do you most value?

I value a hard day’s work and the people who have them.  With hard work, the pharma industry can make the world a better place.  Some people go to work to make money, I want to save lives and reduce the pain in others.  I work tirelessly to provide medicine for the sick, jobs for my community, and necessities for my family.  Alison and Henrik have sacrificed as much as I have so I can reach the top of my field.

Life should be easier now.  I can afford to give Alison all the riches she deserves for being alone all those years.  I am so lucky she understood that having me working overnight on life-saving medicines was more important than having me home to help change diapers.  I plan to reward her sacrifices with everything she asks for whether she wants jewels, clothes, or a new car.  So far, she has only asked me to start listening to her, whatever that means.

…..What do you sleep at night?

More often than not, I sleep in a crumpled version of the suit I wore during the day.  Bergan Pharma has a full gym with locker room so I can shower and change at work.  If I wake up at my desk or on my office couch, it is no big deal.  I keep extra clothes in my office for a quick change.  With Alison moving to Strawberry, I hope to have more reasons to sleep at home.

You see, we haven’t shared a bedroom in close to five years.  In an awkward phone conversation, I convinced her to move into the master suite I have decorated for her.  After a day of moving furniture, she will retreat to a luxury suite with soaking tub, high-thread-count sheets, and so many soothing potted plants, it feels like sleeping in a forest.  I hope she likes it.  I hope she lets me use it.

    What is the type of woman you want to spend the rest of your life with?

Alison.  Not her type, just her.  We were meant to be together and I will do anything to keep her.  I’m not stupid.  I know she has one foot out the door.  This move is my one last chance to make what we have gone through the last few years worth it to her.  We have made it financially, so everything else should fall into place.  The only instruction she has given to me to fix us is to listen to her.  Sigh, she doesn’t talk.  We fight and she retreats to her garden for sensory relief.  I don’t follow her because I want to be understanding about her disorder.  I want to fulfill her need for grounding but maybe it is time I start chasing her again.

What do you consider most important in life?

The most important thing you can do with your life is to make a difference.  Whether it is at Bergan, raising my son, or interacting with the community, I will leave the world a better place.  With the correct genetically engineered probiotics, Bergan will save thousands from pain and suffering.  I am honored to be a part of their efforts.  With each new drug, another faction of our world can contribute to their communities instead of nursing their diseases.  A domino effect of innovation, improvement, and creation comes from each life we save.

       What is your biggest fear?

I fear I will lose my family.  If I fail to keep Alison, Henrik will suffer the most.  She will take him back to Ohio where her family can help her raise him.  This is my one last chance to prove to Alison that I love her more than life itself.  I can feel that we were meant to be together and I am committed to doing what it takes to save our marriage.  If only I knew what it was, I needed to do.

I plan to build Alison a paradise.  Our new home has a few acres for her to garden for hours.  We are isolated from the town center, both stoplights, so she can go days without human interaction if she desires.  The house itself has floor-to-ceiling windows in most of the room so she doesn’t have to use electric lights whose buzzing irritates her.  She can eat in privacy without worry about judgment over her sensory demands.  I have found the way she senses the world fascinating, but she has told me of the bullying she experienced for her eating rituals.  I tried to read her mind and give her everything she desires.  I only hope that I chose correctly.

Sorry to chat and run, but work calls.

 Okay, Ailson, your turn in the hot seat.  LOL  Only kidding.  

Tell us who are you really?

Hi, thank you for having us.  I’m sorry Grant had to rush back to work.  The drive back to Strawberry is longer this time of year with all the deer crossing the highway.  I am Alison Luther, Teacher…well, former teacher…not a school teacher, I taught at a garden center.  My new job is as a homeschool mom.  Henrik is so excited and I will adjust.

Tell us three things we’d find if we looked under your bed?

My gardening apron ends up on the floor more nights than not.  I stay outside as late as I dare.  I love to watch the flowers close at night.  Their petals furl and their scents fade, changing them from broadcasters of beauty to quiet serenity.  I stay out until the earth cools beneath my bare feet so dusty footprints are also under my bed.  The third item would be the vacuum cord.  Grant hates my dirty footprints and follows me with a vacuum on days when he is home.  Sometimes I wonder if he is entertained by my messes or annoyed.

……What makes you laugh out loud?

I love the antics of my students at the garden center.  The small children hunting for worms in commercial potting soil always makes me chuckle.  One elderly gentleman planted a gummy worm in a plant before one of my classes.  I laughed until tears formed in my eyes at the squeals of delight from the preschoolers who found it.  I was grateful when he coached them into releasing it into the wild instead of eating it.  I smile to myself when I imagine what will happen when their mothers try to give them gummy worms for the first time at home.  I will miss teaching at the garden center.  Hopefully, in a community full of homeschoolers, Henrik can make some friends for me to teach.  Bonus points if he can find friends who enjoy science more than my little musician does.

……What makes you angry?

Broken promises light my fuse.  When Grant promises Henrik to do come to a school function, do an activity with him, or help with schoolwork, I expect him to follow through.  It may not be saving humanity, but it is a promise Grant chose to make.  Sometimes I wish he would just stop making promises.  The man has a silver tongue and with a flash of his dimples, I will agree to anything.  I mean…I’m following him to a state I have only seen on TV shows.  Perhaps the next time he shows me an ad for something he wants to buy for me, I should ask that he keep his former promises instead.

……What do you sleep in at night?

I sleep in a camisole with either shorts or yoga pants.  When I am in the garden at night, I do yoga.  Grant says our new home is far from the town center lights with a balcony, so I can imagine I’m amongst the stars.  I stretch my tired muscles while clearing my mind of the turmoil of the day.  Fights with Grant and Henrik’s principal drain from my body into the earth.  I return inside so relaxed, I collapse in my bed still dressed for yoga.

   Who were the biggest role models in your life?

Even though she is younger than me, I would love to be more like my sister, Betty.  She’s a nursing student who balances the nurturing part of her nature with a no-nonsense attitude.  No one tries to stomp on Betty.  From playground bullies to high school mean girls, Betty has taken on anyone who picked on me for my sensory processing disorder.  She is confident, unashamedly opinionated, and has a true sense of self-worth.  She is always there to be a pillar strength for anyone who needs it.

What kind of man do you want to spend the rest of your life with?  

As much as I would like to give a vague description, I might as well give the short answer: Grant.  Does that make me stupid?  Despite all we have been through, I only want to be with him.  He provides structure and security when my senses are constantly rioting.  When the world becomes too much for me, I can leave myself in his care…when he isn’t too busy saving the world.  Am I being selfish when I want a piece of his time too if he is the key to saving the lives of so many?

What kind of man would you never choose?

I’m not sure which is worse a cruel man or an indifferent man to the problems of the world.  I am passionate about the well-being of plants, animals, and children.  As much as I complain about Grant working all the time, I wouldn’t love him without his drive to save humanity from disease.

What is most important to you in life?

My son Henrik is my legacy.  I wish to teach him to value our planet and all its creatures.  We need to open our heart to sharing our world with all plants, animals, and people.  It is up to us to include everyone in our community and make the necessary accommodations to help them feel comfortable.  Henrik is so bright.  He often rescues me with his earbuds when we go shopping in a store with loud fluorescent lights or coolers.  I can never predict whether a store will be habitable until I am in it.  With Henrik’s earbuds, I can navigate the store and complete my purchases.  I hope he learns to extend this kindness to everyone he meets.

What is your biggest secret?

Oh, I shouldn’t say…my parents raised me not to talk about it.  Has Grant left?  Oh yes, he left for work right after his segment.  You see, he is so accepting of my quirks from sensory processing disorder that I didn’t want to press my luck and tell him I am a Green Witch.  I was born with the ability to grow plants by touching them.  Only my parents, siblings, my witchy aunt Sarah and now, you know my secret.  At the garden center, I just always wore gardening gloves.  When Grant is around, which isn’t that often, I make sure I do not touch plants.  If he starts to spend more time at home, I will have to spend less time with my plants or come clean.  How can I tell him after hiding it after all these years?  It is not like he will believe me anyway.  He doesn’t believe in magic.

Thank you Alison!

Marilyn, tell us a little about writing Bear With Me.  Was it fun or difficult?  Do your characters always act as you expect? Are you a plotter, or fly (write) by the seat of your pants?

My books start with a dream.  The dream is either the ending or the final scare through the eyes of a new character.  Bear with Me started with a dream after writing a journal entry about my husband driving to our new home from work.  We had just moved to Kentucky from Ohio just like the Luther family.  I wrote about my husband cruising to our new home while balancing a pizza box on the front seat of his BMW.  The journal entry is now Chapter 2 in the novel.  The following night I dreamed I was addressing a crowd of animals in the pizzeria of my childhood.  There were wolves, birds, elephants, all the predatory cats, and even a hippo.  The dream setting became Paulino’s pizzeria and the animals became the Strawberry Shifters’ pack.

I am often found writing post-its in the middle of the night which will be turned into character aesthetics in the morning to brainstorm their rules.  It is important to me that the character be consistent throughout the book in their go-to gestures, level of swearing, and favorite phrases.

In Bear with Me, Grant has loud, larger than life persona without trying.  His thundering footsteps, imposing voice, and boisterous laughter fills the book. His character aesthetic was the first completed task when I decided to turn a journal entry into the novel. I didn’t make Alison’s aesthetic until I had written a few chapters for the book was originally an ode to my spouse, completely from his point of view.  When I added Alison’s chapters, her aesthetic detailed her long-winded sentences, plant analogies, and how she twists her fingers when she gets anxious.

After I have my rules for the characters, the next step is a living outline.  A grid is laid out on plain paper and each chapter gets a box.  During the first draft, the boxes are cut apart to be rearranged with new chapters placed between them as I get tuned into the characters.  Bear with Me was entirely from Grant’s point-of-view in its first outline.  However, that outline was cut, pasted back together, and decorated with marker five times before the first draft was completed.

Bear with Me is deeply personal with Grant and Alison serving as exaggerated parodies of my spouse and myself.  Giving up my homestead in Ohio to move to a state I had never visited was the adventure of a lifetime.  It was the life change that brought our marriage back from the edge, but will it work out for Grant and Alison?

 

Tell us a little more about Bear With Me.

Blue eyes, dimples, and silky brown hair; Grant Luther has all of Alison’s weaknesses.

When he asks for one last chance to save their marriage, she agrees to relocate their family to isolated Strawberry, Kentucky in pursuit of his career dreams. Grant views Alison’s sensory issues as limitations and protects her from outside threats. When he finds his new job includes changing him into a shifter in a war against the soul-sucking Sluagh he vows to keep the changes a secret. What he doesn’t know is Alison has been hiding a magical secret of her own. One that makes her a target of the Sluagh.

Will Alison emerge from Grant’s shadow to protect her family? And can Grant learn that being different can be a strength not a weakness?

Sneak peek between the pages of Bear With Me:

“You look perfect. I mean perfectly healthy. I mean mostly uninjured,” she stammers. She places her tiny hand over her eyes.

Feeling braver than ever, I walk right up to her. I gently remove the hand from her face and hold it to my own. “See, I’m fine,” I whisper as I gently rub my thumb over her tiny knuckles.

Her eyes lift to mine and lock our gazes. I have always found the golden color of her eyes fascinating but never studied them up close. They are light brown with a golden star in the middle. I am literally star gazing as she takes in the injuries to my face. We stand there for about a minute, lost in time.

I wonder if she is thinking about when we first started dating, the hard times that followed, the present, or the future. I search her face for clues but don’t want to break the spell by opening my mouth. I decide to put said mouth to better use by lowering my head toward hers.

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About the Author of Bear With Me:

Marilyn Barr currently resides in the wilds of Kentucky with her husband, son, and rescue cats. When engaging with the real world, she is collecting characters, empty coffee cups, and unused homeschool curricula.

She has a diverse background containing experiences as a child prodigy turned medical school reject, biodefense microbiologist, high school science teacher, homeschool mother of a savant, and advocate for the autistic community.

She would love to hear from readers via her website: www.marilynbarr.com.

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It was wonderful having you all with us today.  Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Bear With Me.

 

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The Sword Unsheathed by Judith Sterling & A 99¢ sale!

Give a warm welcome to Judith Sterling, author of The Sword Unsheathed (Guardians of Erin, Book Three)  Do I have a Fantastic Deal for you!! The first two books in the series, The Cauldron Stirred and The Stone Awakened are on sale right now for 99 cents. Great books! Psst… a little about them later in the post.  Judith, I see you’ve brought a guest.

Yes, I’ve brought along Ashling Donoghue herione in Guardians of Erin series! Thought your readers would like to hear from her.

Right you are. I bet Ashling can give us some great insight to the stories.

Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Judith and The Sword Unsheathed. But first, I want to hear what Ashling has to say.

Who are you really?  An old soul in a young body, hoping to do good and make things right.

Tell us three things we’d find if we looked under your bed?   Comfy slippers, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, and H. P. Lovecraft’s The Lurker at the Threshold.

……What makes you laugh out loud?  My sister, Deirdre.  She cracks me up!

……What makes you angry?  Two things really get under my skin: (1) the wind demon Aoife’s schemes; (2) macho, posturing bullcrap when Aengus and Lorcan are in the same space.

……What do you sleep in at night?  A satin nightshirt or pajamas.

Who were the biggest role models in your life?  My parents.  Their intelligence has always inspired me, and their love—for us kids and for each other—is unconditional.

What kind of man do you want to spend the rest of your life with?  Oh God…I’m facing that choice even as we speak.  Aengus lives more in the light; Lorcan, in shadow.  Honestly, I’m drawn to both of them, and I don’t know what to do.  Choosing one means losing the other, but I have to decide!  I do want to spend my life with someone who cares about others, and I think my parents would encourage me to be with Aengus.  But I can’t help thinking of a line from a Robert Frost poem: “the woods are lovely, dark and deep.”  That’s Lorcan in a nutshell, and it makes him almost irresistible.

(or if you don’t want romance – Why not?)

What kind of man would you never choose?  One who enjoys hurting others.

What is most important to you in life?  Health and happiness for myself and everyone I love.

What is your biggest fear?  That a mistake from one of my past lives will repeat itself in this one.

Judith, Tell us a little about writing this story.  Was it fun or difficult?  Do your characters always act as you expect? Are you a plotter, or fly (write) by the seat of your pants?  This book was fun to write, just as the first two in the series were.  That doesn’t mean it wasn’t work, though, and I’m always editing even as I write, trying to use the perfect words and rhythm for every sentence and paragraph.  I’m definitely a plotter, not just of every scene in a book but of whole series.  Knowing exactly where I’m going helps me to lay clues in just the right places.  But my characters still surprise me at times with what they say and do.

Tell us a little about The Sword Unsheathed?

Ashling Donoghue is no closer to finding her parents than she was the night they disappeared. But hope returns as her brother Kian channels the Sword of Light, revealing past-life secrets and truths long suppressed.

The more she learns, the greater she fears the darkness that drowns the Netherworld also drives her. Is Aengus her true love, or is it Lorcan? Does her future wait in shadow or the light?

One point is clear: the threads of her past-self are woven inextricably into the tapestry of her soul. An impossible choice looms before her, and all the while, evil is poised to strike.

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A sneak peek between the pages of The Sword Unsheathed.

That night found me hovering above a massive, semicircular prehistoric fort at the edge of a cliff roughly 300 feet above the swish and swoosh of the ocean. Three concentric, terraced stone walls enclosed it, and beyond the third ring, an army of jagged stone slabs stood vigil. A large, tan tent dominated the innermost enclosure.

The all-encompassing twilight was telling, as were my bare feet and blue satin nightshirt, which I’d worn to bed. I was in the Otherworld, courtesy of an astral trip. But where exactly?

I had to know.

Determined, I floated to the ground in front of the tent’s entrance. A curious sense of déjà vu washed over me, and every inch of my flesh tingled with a hidden memory.

I’ve been here before. I’m sure of it.

I entered the tent, and a plush Persian carpet cushioned my feet as I explored. Sumptuous in texture and color, the interior seemed strangely familiar. There were silks, satins, and velvets in shades of gold, burgundy, ruby red, dark blue, and emerald green. Curtains, cushions, and pillows aplenty. Spherical, perforated hanging lanterns. There was even a Moroccan tray table of polished brass decorated with an arabesque pattern; atop it sat two crystal glasses and a matching decanter filled with brown liquid, as well as a compote containing what appeared to be cocoa-dusted chocolate truffles.

“I could get used to this,” I said aloud.

“Could you?”

I jumped, then whirled around. Lorcan stood an arm’s length away. As always, he wore his black, Regency Era greatcoat, breeches, and riding boots. A question, deeper than the one he’d asked, glowed in his ice blue eyes.

I trembled.

His eyes darkened. “Are you cold?”

“No. Are you?” A heartbeat after I spoke, I cringed inwardly. What a stupid reply!

He shook his head. Glossy black hair swayed, teasing his broad shoulders. “Not particularly.” A smile tugged at his full, sensuous lips as he gestured to the table. “Chocolate? Cognac?”

I clenched my fists, steeling myself against his charms. “No, thank you, and you can wipe that smile off your face. How can I trust you after what happened Christmas Eve?”

“What do you mean?”

“You left me alone in Aoife’s castle. Where did you disappear to?”

He blinked, and for a moment, his long eyelashes stole my focus. “Ashling, you know I went to investigate the noise we heard.”

“And never came back.”

“I did come back.”

“Really?” I tilted my head to the side. “Funny that I didn’t see you. Aoife said you brought me to her, like some kind of warped Christmas present or—”

“Aoife lies.”

“I’m sure she does, but she also spoke a lot of truth. Are you still working for her?”

“How can you ask that?”

“Easily.”

He sighed: a sound of impatience and annoyance, both of which I, too, had felt over the past few months. “As I told you before, when I met Caer—you—I left Aoife and planned to live the rest of my days in the Middleworld…here, with you. Then you disappeared on me.”

“So Christmas Eve was payback for something I did centuries ago?”

“It wasn’t. By the time I returned to the dungeon, you were gone. Then I sensed you were in danger. Of course, Aengus did too, and I arrived just in time to watch him save the day.” A shadow crossed his features.

I’d seen that look before, whenever he compared himself to Aengus. Sympathy surged within me, but I expelled it with a huff. “Why didn’t you come and tell me all this before?”

“I didn’t think you’d listen. I knew Aengus would poison your ears with lies about me. How can I compete with such a paragon?” He twisted his lips, and a hint of humor restored light to his face. “Perhaps if I wore only my long drawers.”

“Your what?”

“I believe you’d call them underwear.”

The image of a bare-chested Lorcan flashed in my mind and set my pulse racing. “No. Clothes are a good thing.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Are they? Still, my attire is outdated.”

I shrugged. “A little.”

He furrowed his brow, then it smoothened. “I’ve got it.” Before my eyes, his clothing morphed into black jeans and a black T-shirt. “Better?”

Holy hell, he was sexy! Unfortunately, his new look emphasized the toned physique I’d only imagined till then.

I swallowed hard. “I don’t care what you wear.” It was true. He could dress in Super Mario footie pajamas, and I’d still think he was hot.

“Don’t you?” He inched toward me.

I took two steps back. “I…I wanted to ask…where are we? This place seems so familiar.”

“It should.” His eyes smoldered. “We made love here.”

My stomach dropped, and I fumbled for a reply. “You and Caer, you mean. How long were you together?”

“One perfect night.”

“That’s it?”

He stepped closer. “Even one moment of bliss can feel like an eternity. Caer and I created a heaven of our own. All. Night. Long.”

Dear God. I cleared my throat. “So you live here?”

“Ah. We’re going to have a safe conversation.”

“Yup…if you want me to stay.”

“I do, and yes, I live here. This is Dun Aengus on the isle of Inishmore. Once upon a time, it was Aengus’s home, hence the name which means ‘fort of Aengus,’ but he abandoned it. I’ll admit, I felt a perverse pleasure when I claimed it as my own.”

Doubt and distrust gnawed at me, and I frowned. “Did you feel the same way when you took Caer away from him?”

“That was different.”

“How?”

He reached for my hand and enfolded it with both of his. Everywhere his flesh touched mine, a subtle vibration took hold. “I wanted you more than anything else in the Otherworld, or any world. I still want you.”

“I’m with Aengus now.”

“But you were once with me.”

“I don’t even remember that.”

His gaze held mine. “Your soul remembers. It went looking for me tonight. That’s why you’re here.”

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The Cauldron Stirred (Guardians of Erin, Book One)

Ashling Donoghue never dreamed moving to Ireland would rock her perception of reality and plunge her into a mystery that brings legend to life.

At seventeen, she’s never had a boyfriend, but she feels an immediate connection to Aengus Breasal, the son of the wealthy Irishman who’s invited her family to stay at his Killarney estate. For the first time in her life, a guy she likes seems attracted to her.

But Aengus is secretive, with good reason. He and his family are the Tuatha Dé Danann, ageless, mythical guardians adept at shifting between this reality and the magical dimension known as the Otherworld. Evil forces from that world threaten the Breasals, the Donoghues, and all of Ireland. Ashling must open her heart, face her fears, and embrace a destiny greater than she could ever have imagined.

 

 The Stone Awakened (Guardians of Erin, Book Two)

Since moving to Ireland, Ashling Donoghue has tackled one challenge after another. Now the mystery of her parents’ disappearance seems unsolvable. Are they dead or only missing? No one—not even the godlike Breasals—has a clue. Hope and fear war inside her, but she’s determined to find answers and stay strong for her siblings. Even as she hones newfound powers, her banshee-in-training sister Deirdre needs her support.

Ashling could use a little help herself. She’s struggling to navigate her first romance, and while Aengus Breasal stirs her body, mind, and soul, his nemesis Lorcan does too. Both men harbor secrets about her past life as Caer. One has ties to Aoife, the scheming wind demon whose influence is on the rise.

As the Stone of Destiny awakens, so does the conflict within.

About the author:

Judith Sterling is an award-winning author whose love of history and passion for the paranormal infuse everything she writes. Whether penning medieval romance (The Novels of Ravenwood) or young adult paranormal fantasy (the Guardians of Erin series), her favorite themes include true love, destiny, time travel, healing, redemption, and finding the hidden magic which exists all around us. She loves to share that magic with readers and whisk them far away from their troubles, particularly to locations in the British Isles.

Her nonfiction books, written under Judith Marshall, have been translated into multiple languages. She has an MA in linguistics and a BA in history, with a minor in British Studies. Born in that sauna called Florida, she craved cooler climes, and once the travel bug bit, she lived in England, Scotland, Sweden, Wisconsin, Virginia, and on the island of Nantucket. She currently lives in Salem, Massachusetts with her husband and their identical twin sons.

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