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.
The Sword Unsheathed Buy links!
Amazon Amazon UK Amazon CA Amazon AU Barnes and Noble Apple Books
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.”
Now tell us about The Cauldron Stirred and The Stone Awakened on sale for just 99 pennies!
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.
Website – https://judithmarshallauthor.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/judithsterlingfiction/
Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16291161.Judith_Sterling
BookBub – https://www.bookbub.com/authors/judith-sterling
Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MT3KB7L
The Wild Rose Press – https://www.thewildrosepress.com/authors/judith-sterling
The Captivating Quill – https://www.thecaptivatingquill.com/Author/Judith-Sterling
It was wonderful having you with us today. Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with The Sword Unsheathed!
Visits: 430
Posted in Authors' Secrets Blog and tagged Book GHree, fantasy, Guardians of Erin, Judith Sterling, Paranormal, The Sword Unsheathed, Urban Fantacy by Tena Stetler with 20 comments.
Sharon Ashwood Author of Gifted-Dark Forgotten Series
Have a seat and grab an insulated mug. I’ve got hot chocolate, hot cider and coffee. Choose your pot, they’re labeled. Pick your choice of a Snicker-doodle, Chocolate Chip or Peanut butter cookie from the plate. Yep, I baked them myself. Lets see what Gifted – fifth book in the Dark Forgotten Series. and supernatural holiday carols is all about. Thanks for joining us! Psst… don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter for giveaways.
Supernatural Holiday Carols!
holiday favorites? Whether you’re
rocking around the Yuletide tree or mixing punch in your festive cauldron, no
party is complete without a soundtrack of traditional and contemporary tunes.
We consulted with the good folks over at CSUP—the station that puts super in
supernatural—to get their most-requested numbers for the season.
Woods)
sing-a-long this season, drop by the station for song sheets and a hot drink
between now and New Year’s Day. Our
doors are always open! As for whether you ever leave again, your mileage may
vary.
to go see Santa Claws?” Errata Jones
asked in her husky, teasing voice.
Baker replied, still grumpy at the prospect of crowds and gift-giving
decisions. Plus, it was cold, gray, and rainy—a typical December day in the
Pacific Northwest.
boundless holiday spirit?” She turned into the parking lot outside the Fairview
Sports and Recreation Center. It was the final day of the Yuletide Holiday
Market, an arts and crafts event by and for the local supernatural community.
“Counting today, there’s only three shopping days till Christmas.”
you’re not going to make me sit on Santa’s knee.”
so, darling. That would be weird, even for us.”
Jaguar coupe into the last parking space, beating out a massive pickup by a
whisker. The truck made a sound like a startled dinosaur as it lurched to a
stop on the frosty pavement. Turning off the Jaguar’s ignition, Errata smoothed
her chin-length, jet-black hair, then glanced in the rear-view mirror, looking
pleased with herself. Perry twisted in his seat to see the pickup driver turn a
Christmassy scarlet and lurch off.
heart to resume its normal rhythm.
Errata was a werecougar, and there were reasons cats shouldn’t drive.
Werewolves like him were another matter. Wolves appreciated order, including
stop signs. Cats did things because they could—like pester him into going to
this stupid craft fair.
got for befriending a feline. He cast her a sidelong look, taking in her high
cheekbones and smooth, golden skin. It was all he could do not to reach over
and stroke her hair, but that would be crossing a boundary. She’d made it clear
from the start that cats walked alone.
preening and gave him an arch look. “Shouldn’t you be shopping for your human,
what’s-her-name?”
his seatbelt. “Her name is Tiffani. With an i.”
course it is.” Errata patted his cheek with a pitying look. “Come on. First
fifty guests get a goodie bag.”
Perry said, sounding defensive even to himself.
generally are,” she said agreeably. “You should buy her something really nice.”
before December 23rd,” he protested as he got out of the car.
let friends give their sweethearts, even ones named Tiffani with an i, gift
cards.”
make sense.”
end of her scarf over her shoulder with a flick of one gloved hand. “Be
grateful you have me to watch over you.” She clicked the locks and swept toward
the entrance of the building, leaving Perry to catch up.
grumbled. “What do you want for Yule?”
card.”
It was wonderful having you with us today. Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Gifted!
Visits: 242
Posted in Authors' Secrets Blog and tagged Gifted, Paranormal Romance, Sharon Ashwood, The Dark Forgottne Series, Urban Fantacy by Tena Stetler with comments disabled.
