Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Ronan's Blood Vow


 

Bare knuckles brawler Ronan O’Neill makes a living with his fists as he wanders through the American frontier. But he dreams of a home, a place to call his own. A fight in a tiny Ozarks settlement brings more than he expected and he meets a widow, Jane, who offers to tend his hurts. Without Jane, he’ll never survive but she draws upon all her skills as a healer and fey ways to keep him alive. As he burns with fever and dreams of survival, he’s struck by one thought above all others – he’s come to love this woman. As he heals, he realizes he might – after so long – find his way home if they can overcome a few obstacles along the way.

 

Meet Ronan, my latest romance hero and the newest Irishman to grace the pages of one of my tales.  Maybe you fell in love with Will Brennan, my Irish vampire, or found Quinn Sullivan attractive as well as charming.  Ronan is a lonely man who makes his living with his fists.  He would love to find a home and the love of a good woman but until he suffers injuries in a fight he wins in a remote Ozark settlement, the chance was slim.


Now that he’s met Jane Allen, it’s improved….here’s a taste from the beginning of my latest, Ronan’s Blood Vow, new from Astraea Press and just 99 cents on Amazon and other e-tailers!



With his feet planted on the thick green grass heavy with clover, Ronan O’Neill balled his hands into tight fists and prepared to take on his opponent. Murmurs from the gathered crowd echoed in his ears, but beyond the noise he heard birds singing in the trees at the edge of the grounds. Overhead the noon sun shone down over the gathering. Somewhere Ronan caught the sweet scent of honeysuckle still in blossom in early September, stronger than his own rank stench of sweat and anxiety. No matter how many times he fought or how well he put up a mask of bravado, Ronan always tasted fear until the first punch. Then blood lust, battle instinct, rose up, and he thought about nothing else.

Just as the first contender stepped forward, Ronan saw the woman. She stood apart from the others with a worn shawl across her shoulders and her feet bare. He noticed her dark hair was tamed into a heavy braid descending past her knees. When her dark eyes met his, he noted her pretty face. Few women graced the throng with their presence, and those who did stuck close to their men. But this one stood alone. And unlike the others, she didn’t wear a sunbonnet or hat of any kind. He thought she smiled at him, a sweet, brief expression, and he inclined his head in a brief nod to acknowledge it.

Ronan turned his attention toward the man across from him. He stood more than six feet tall, several inches taller than Ronan, and his broad shoulders made him wider too. Ronan sized up his challenger and, despite the man’s size, detected softness around the man’s middle and what he thought might be weakness in his face. He could take him, he decided with confidence, but it might be difficult.

The master of ceremonies – an older gentleman, someone of importance, if his waistcoat was any indication -  stood beside the two men. “Are you goin’ for blood or being knocked out cold?” he asked in an effort to determine in advance what constituted a win.

“Well, Amos, I say I’m for putting this other fella down and out,” Ronan’s opponent said.

Amos turned his gaze to Ronan, who nodded. “Aye, fair enough,” he said, aware how musical and foreign his brogue must sound to the people here. Their countrified accents were strange to his ears. Although Ronan spoke English well enough, Gaelic remained his first tongue, the one his mother whispered to soothe him as a wee wane. His father had realized English, even though it was the tongue of the British oppressors, would be a vital tool for his son’s generation.

“All right then,” Amos said. “You’ll go at it till one of you goes down and out.”

Without any further discussion, Ronan raised his fists and ducked the first attempted blow. He hammered the other man hard with a series of quick punches to the face, and as blood streamed from his rival’s nose, Ronan punched the man’s wide belly. When his challenger moaned and bent double, Ronan knew he would win this match and the prize, a five dollar gold piece. As they sparred, the crowd called out encouragement to his adversary.

“Go get him, George! Take the Irishman!”

Smirking like a fool, another shouted, “Knock him out, George!”

George rallied to their calls and battered Ronan’s face in a fierce attack. In retaliation, Ronan jabbed a finger into the soft spot at the base of George’s throat, and the man choked. Ronan thumped him hard and pummeled his head with a series of blows hard enough his hands hurt with the force of delivery. Their fight continued as they wrestled and did their best to damage each other. Ronan found his feet, and so did George. But, the larger man wavered back and forth. Ronan took him down with a series of well-aimed blows to the head and a final punch to the gut. George toppled like a felled tree and didn’t move.

Ronan, blood streaming from a dozen cuts and aching from too many blows, stood, and after a moment’s hesitation Amos declared the Irishman the winner. He handed over the five dollar gold piece, and the crowd, stirred up with the fight, quieted. Their cheers throughout the battle in George’s favor stopped when he hit the ground, and their mutterings sounded hostile to Ronan. Several men knelt down beside George, declared he was breathing, and carried him away toward town. As the crowd began to disperse, one man rushed forward with a harsh cry and a knife in his outstretched hand.

“I’ll get you for this, you sorry Irish dog!” the man shouted. “George is my kin.”

He slashed at Ronan with the blade, aiming for the chest or gut. Swift-footed, however, Ronan sidestepped the attack, so the knife sliced his outer right arm. Sharp pain burned, but Ronan did nothing. A powerful aroma of homemade corn whiskey rippled outward from George’s relative, and Ronan figured the man far too drunk to spar with. Several onlookers came out of the crowd and maneuvered the attacker away. Blood gushed from the wound. Despite the pain, Ronan did nothing but dig into his pocket for a handkerchief. He dabbed at the flow, but the rag did nothing to stem the tide.

After putting the gold piece into his inner pocket, Ronan assessed his injuries. His head pounded, standard enough after a hard fight, and his stomach muscles ached where he’d been struck. He didn’t doubt his shins would be bruised, and his left knee throbbed from a well-aimed kick. His right eye would blacken, and it swelled already, sore. Ronan’s worst wound, the knife cut, still bled, and he struggled to stop the bleeding before it made him feel faint. Alone, without any friends or kin to call his own, he couldn’t afford to be ill, and the possibility stirred his normally tranquil soul with growing anxiety. He concentrated on the task and didn’t pay any attention to his surroundings until a quiet voice said, “You’re hurt.”

Ronan lifted his head to find the woman he noticed before the fight standing at his side. At close range, he found her beautiful. Her delicate features could have been those of an expensive china doll. He could get lost in her dark eyes, so deep and filled with mystery. Her full pink lips begged to be kissed. With interest, despite his hurts, he smiled at her and said, “Aye, well, it’s never so bad. I’ll fare well enough if I stop the blood.”

“I reckon I can tend to your wounds,” she said. “I don’t have anything here, though. You’d have to come home with me.”

Not one to trust much of anyone unless they earned it, Ronan trusted her. He didn’t understand why. But his instincts did and so did Ronan. Her willingness to bring him home surprised him, though, because most women wouldn’t risk their reputation, especially not with a stranger such as him. “Aye, I will, then,” he said. “I hope home’s not far?”

“It’s a little ways,” she said. “But it’s not so far we cain’t walk it.”

Fatigue and weakness threatened, but Ronan drew on his physical strength and his stamina and determined he could make it. “Let’s go then, woman,” he said. “Before I fall down in a faint. If I’m going home with ye, I should make your acquaintance. My name’s Ronan O’Neill.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she said. “I’m Jane Allen.”

Friday, October 3, 2014

Roll Out The Red Carpet: Evernight Celebrates Four Years of Publishing! Join The Celebration!!




 Roll out the Red Carpet ~ Evernight Celebrates Four Years of Publishing! #BDayBashBlogHop



Roll out the Red Carpet ~ Evernight celebrates four years of publishing! 

Join authors, bloggers and reviewers as we take a RED CARPET tour featuring Evernight's smart and sexy books. Slip on your virtual stilettos and walk the red carpet of award winning titles, spectacular reviews, and paparazzi style interviews. 

Be sure to visit every stop on the tour where you can enter for a chance to win great prizes, including a new eReader, gift certificates, swag, books and much more!

Now I turn the spotlight on my smart and sexy book...Stranger Danger.

As an Evernight author over the past four years (yes, I signed early with Evernight Publishing for my very first title, Wolfe’s Lady, and now I’m very proud to have a total of eighteen titles with Evernight.  They range from full length novels to shorter Romance on The Go selections.  I write in several romance genres so I have a title for every taste, everything from vampires and shifters to contemporary romance and romantic suspense.  I have several more titles upcoming in the future as well. I also made three of the popular anthologies as well!  It was hard to select a title to focus on because I have a personal connection to everything I write.  When I’m asked which is my favorite, it’s hard to narrow it down to one…similar to when people ask about which child is the favorite. 

I selected Stranger Danger for the birthday celebration, though, because it’s one of my favorites.  I love Santiago Ruiz and I’m a sucker for the former lovers who reunite, especially if it’s under dangerous, unexpected conditions.  I live in the Ozark region, located in the center of the United States, and although I’m not a native, I often use the area as the setting for my fiction.



Here’s the blurb for Stranger Danger:
Sara English built a life for herself far from her native Los Angeles.  As a widow and proprietor of a florist shop in small town America, she lives a mundane life but she’s never forgotten her first love, Santiago Ruiz or the way he hurt her.  When he shows up at her door early one morning, he’s a stranger but the old attraction hasn’t died.  Last she knew, he was a cop but now he’s sporting a gang tattoo on his back and he’s on the run.  When she freaks out, Santiago swears he’s been in deep cover as Javier Morales for two years but his cover was blown and he’s in danger.  As their reunion heats up, the drama reaches a new level when her apartment windows are shattered in a burst of gunfire.  They go on the run, first to an isolated mobile home, then to a casino, and then to Tulsa, Oklahoma where a showdown with the gang’s leader is inevitable.  Unless Santiago can find a way to change things, he’s a dead man.  Sara’s committed to the long haul and hopes for a happy ending – if they can live long enough to find one.

And how about a little taste? A teaser to whet your appetite for more Santiago!

He pulled her against him, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her, hard and deep.  His lips burned unholy fire against her mouth and against her will, every nerve ending in her body sang a rock and roll tune.  His tongue forced entry into her mouth and he French kissed her until she couldn’t breathe.  Heat erupted and spread all the way down to her toes.  A dizzy sweetness rushed her veins until his rank stench offended her nose so much she broke free.
“God, you smell.  What was that, anyway?”
                         “Adrenalin, mostly,” he said.  

If you’re curious how and where I found my inspiration, here’s a link to a feature about me and the story:
Interview Apex Reviews Above The Fold – Stranger Danger

Stranger Danger has earned some five star reviews around the internet….here’s one from Manic Readers:

"I am a fan of Murphy’s, and love her word pictures which allow me to visit an area of the world I have never seen. I also love her multi-faceted characters, who, for the most part, are regular folks, not billionaires or high flying athletes or fearless SEALS. They shop at Wal-Mart, drive non-descript cars, and fall in love. There’s usually an element of danger, and here, I was mesmerized by the flight of Sara and Santiago, as they sought to re-affirm their long lost love, while trying to escape from the bad guys who will stop at nothing to kill them.
In Stranger Danger, the sex is hot, the mystery is great, the people are wonderfully described, and the dialog is believable and well-done. Keep it up, Lee Ann!"

And a candid reader review found on both Amazon.com and the Evernight Publishing website from Bev Stuart who gave it five stars and said:
I loved it! I was in the story beginning to end. Romance and excitement through the whole book. Enjoyed it.”
Buy links:

Would you like to win a copy or one of the other fantastic gifts offered by Evernight Publishing? If so, just leave your answer to my question below as a comment and you’re entered.  It’s that easy.  And for more chances, not to mention more fantastic reads, hop along to the other Evernight authors.  I’m being totally honest when I say I’ve never read an Evernight title I didn’t enjoy!
So my question is actually three!  Answer whichever you like or all three! Do you believe there are second chances in love? Have you ever renewed a romance you thought was long over? Or, would you if you could?  Answer any or all for your chance to win by leaving a comment in the comment section and hey, don’t forget to include your email address so you can be contacted if you win!

Prizes are:
* Your choice of an Amazon Kindle Fire HD or Kobo Arc 7
* $100 Amazon GC
* $50 Evernight GC
* My blog prize: a Ebook copy of Stranger Danger

And hey – everyone’s a winner because all eBook titles on the Evernight website will be 50%, half off, during the entire blog hop.  You’ll have ten wonderful days to pick up works from favorite authors and try some new ones!
Birthday Bash eBooks Sales:
Evernight Website sale: Oct 3 -13
All eBooks on evernightpublishing.com will be 50% off throughout the blog hop. This is the largest sale of the year! 



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