Another great review for How Faerie Dust is Made! Linda L. awarded 5 angels!

She said:

“Nita Wick instills a refreshingly charming tale that shows a wide range of expressions, within the characters, that grabs hold of the reader and doesn’t let go. This sweet and tender romance is a captivating good read.”

Read the rest of the review here.

WooHoo!  It’s so exciting to hear that readers like your story!  Thanks Linda!

Nita

 

First let me say that I’m very excited today to see How Faerie Dust is Made back in the #2 slot on The Wild Rose Press’ Bestseller list.  It’s second only to On the Run, a fundraising book for St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital.  I’m glad to see the book for such a wonderful charity doing so well.  For more information on the book, please see my previous post.  Kudos to Judith Rochelle and The Wild Rose Press for donating their time, talents, and money to make certain all proceeds are donated to the hospital. 

Thank you to everyone who has helped to put
On the Run and How Faerie Dust is Made
at the top of the list! 

But the real reason for my post today is one of those “Duh” moments.  Today I was speaking with a friend about How Faerie Dust is Made.  She’d bought the book and had begun reading.  She asked “Why does he say ‘Balor’s Eye!’?”  (The “he” in her question is the hero, Conall.) 

This is where I wanted to smack myself in the head like they do in the commercials when you could have had a V-8.  LOL

I’d failed to tell her that before anyone reads How Faerie Dust is Made, they might find it helpful to read some of the info I have at my web site.  On the home page, right at the top, the is a link that says “Click here to enter the world of The Roscommon Faerie Tales.” 

Of course, it’s not absolutely necessary.  You don’t NEED to read the information in order to understand and enjoy the book, but it might be helpful for anyone not familiar with Irish Gods & Goddesses or the pronunciations of Irish names and a few of the Gaelic words used. 

On the pages for The Roscommon Faerie Tales at my site, she would find this information: 

Balor
The God of the Evil Eye.  He was a giant with one eye that emitted terrible blasts of killing light when it was propped open.   

See?  My friend would have understood Conall’s exclamation had I told her about the information available at my web site. Included in The Roscommon Faerie Tales section is a page with information about the characters, setting, and Irish Gods & Goddesses. There’s also a short glossary of a few Gaelic words that are used.  The vast majority of readers can figure out on their own by the context of the sentence what the Gaelic words mean.  But knowing the meaning and pronunciation ahead of time might make it easier and/or more enjoyable. 

Nita
http://www.nitawick.com/    

But for a very good cause!  Today The Wild Rose Press released On the Run.  All proceeds from this fabulous romantic suspense novel will be donated to St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital. 

When Robin Fleming witnessed the murder of her sister, Jamie, her only thought is to grab her nephew and run, from her vicious brother-in-law. Running and hiding, covering their tracks, they eventually settle in Memphis to begin a new life. Robin, now Laura, though still grieving for her sister, is determined to make a good life for her nephew. Then illness hits Andy, and while Laura is dealing with that crisis, bad luck and unfortunate circumstances bring all the players together again and endanger everyone’s lives. Can Dr. Gage Hollander, who has fallen in love with Laura, find a way to save them?

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Okay, so I really liked being in the #2 slot.  LOL  But the release of On the Run is for St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital.  I’m glad to see it in the #1 spot today.  And I’ll happily slip down to #3 if it’s for the children. 

So go buy this book!  Let’s keep it in the #1 spot!

Nita

P.S.  While you’re there, you could buy mine, too, if you want.  

Right now, How Faerie Dust is Made is

#2

on The Wild Rose Press’ Bestseller List!

WooHoo!

Thank you to everyone who helped put it there!

Nita

To celebrate the release of How Faerie Dust is Made, I’m having a drawing!

First Prize:

A print copy of How Faerie Dust is Made

Second Prize:

A pdf ebook of How Faerie Dust is Made

To enter, all you need to do is sign up for my Newsletter.  Please see my Contest page for additional details.

Good luck!

Nita

We have a release date for In the Gloaming! 

March 25th! 

WooHoo!  That’s only about 2 months away.  And we have the official blurb, too!

Faeries come from all cultures and countries and range in appearance from lovely to terrifying to looking like an everyday person. Some are benign, some malevolent. Based on actual faerie lore, this anthology incorporates the work of five spectacular authors who have penned tales of iridescent ice beings, fey men who love you into forgetfulness, frightening creatures who wear caps of human skin, enchanted lovers from a long lost era, and the land of faerie dreams.

Step into the world of glamour where the beautiful, the dreamy, the vicious, and even a bit of the sexually bizarre will captivate you–but beware of the fey’s beguiling ways!

Isn’t that cool?  I’m a “spectacular” author.  LOL  Seriously though, I really am excited to have my short story, The Dream, included in this anthology.  The other authors are great and of course, I love anything with faeries.   

Nita 

As promised, here’s another excerpt of How Faerie Dust is Made.

“I said, remove yer gown.”

Mayhap it would be best to humor him just now. She’d show him that she would obey him. Slowly untying the laces at her bust, she shrugged the sheer fabric off her shoulders. Conall stood motionless, staring as the gown slid to the floor with a soft hiss. Seeing the hunger in his gaze, she moved toward him. “Conall, please let me explain.”

“I dinna wish to hear yer lies.” His voice was hoarse.

“I havena lied to ye.” She took another step toward him. He hadn’t moved, but his eyes continued to travel her body as she approached. “Ye are my life-mate, Conall. I knew it the first time ye touched me.”

“Life-mate?”

“Aye. The Gods choose a mate for every faerie. ’Tis fate. Ye are mine.” She was gradually coming closer and closer to him. A few more steps and she would be able to touch him.

“Just how do ye know this? Why should I believe ye?” His words were tight and clipped. He wanted her. She could feel it.

“A faerie always knows when she has met her life-mate. ’Tis instinct.” Standing before him now, she reached for the ties on his tunic. Conall stood very still until she had released both sides. Then he pulled the tunic over his head. He said nothing as he carelessly tossed the tunic in a nearby chair. Aisling reached for the laces on his shirt.

Grabbing her hand before she touched him, he squeezed just enough to make his grip uncomfortable for her. “Ye willna cast yer spells on me, woman. Is that clear?”

Yanking her hand free of his grip, she took a step back. His hateful attitude was testing her patience. “I havena cast any spells. Ye are as mad as yer father was if ye believe otherwise.”

As quick as lightning, his hand shot out, capturing a mass of her hair and painfully wrenching her head back. He towered above her as he held his face close to hers. “Ye willna speak ill of me father.” He was growling every word, anger spitting from his gaze.

Tears filled her eyes. Whether from pain or frustration she wasn’t certain. “Conall,” she managed.

“Nay, I willna listen further.” Lowering his head he claimed her mouth in a punishing, bruising kiss. Holding her still with his hurtful grip on her hair, he pulled her against him and cruelly forced her to open her mouth.

This was not the tender kiss Aisling wanted. Nay, it was not even the demand for surrender he had issued in the forest. This kiss tasted of anger and betrayal. When he suddenly released her, she staggered back, tears freely falling, her hand covering her battered lips.

“Lie on the bed.”

Nita
www.nitawick.com

Here’s the second excerpt of How Faerie Dust is Made.

Aisling eased her hold on Isibeal. The need to confess what she had learned today was overwhelming. “Mama, there is somethin’ ye should know. Conall is an ό Briain. His family is the one Breandan has been feuding with all these years.”

Isibeal sighed. “Aye, I know. Mayhap ye can end the feud.”

“Ye knew? How? Why did ye not tell me?”

“I didna wish to worry ye. I knew that Breandan and yer father afore him had been feuding with the Lord of Kilronan. I suppose now that ye know of the feud, ye should know the whole truth.” Isibeal swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “I am the faerie Conall blames for causing the feud, dearling.”

Aisling sucked in a startled breath. She couldn’t believe it. “Ye are…I dinna understand. Ye didna cast a spell on his father, did ye?”

         “Nay, dearling, of course not. But Conall’s father—his name was Aengus—offered for me afore I met yer father. I knew Aengus wasna my life-mate, and I told him that I couldna marry him. He wouldna cease his efforts to woo me. I tried and tried to make him understand, but I failed. When I married yer father, Aengus was verra angry. That’s when the feud began. But I give ye my word, dearling. I ne’er cast any spells on the man. Ye know I wouldna do that.”

         “Aye,” Aisling nodded. “I know it, but will Conall believe it?” Realization struck her. “He doesna know that I am a Riagain. How shall I tell him that I’m the sister of his enemy?”

Isibeal lips thinned. “I think ye will find a way after ye are married. Win his trust. Show him that ye are loyal. Give him yer love, dearling. Then it willna matter whose sister or daughter ye are.”

          Aisling considered her mother’s words. “Mayhap ye are right, Mama. I dinna wish to keep secrets from him, but he is already distrustful of faeries. Once I have proven my loyalty I shall tell him. And until then, I shall pray to Danu for time enough to gain his faith afore he discovers who my family is.”

Hope you enjoyed that.  I’ll have another tomorrow.

Nita

For the next few days, I thought I’d offer excerpts of How Faerie Dust is Made. 

Excerpt one:

She took several steps until she stood before him and looked up at him. Her perfect little chin lifted defiantly. “I may be a faerie, Conall, but I am not a wicked person. I willna let ye accuse me of wicked deeds like casting spells on unsuspecting humans.”

          He lowered his head so that his face was but a breath away. Desire grew as he stared into her eyes. Softly, he teased her. “Ye willna let me? What will ye do to stop me, beauty?”

She smiled at him then—a smile that could brighten a room and make a man beg to see it again. “I wonder… Mayhap I could make grass grow from yer ears.”

Throwing his head back, he laughed heartily.

Conall’s laughter filled her with hope. No longer did he seem to distrust her. Mayhap the task of surmounting his prejudice would not be as difficult as she first believed. Slowly his laughter subsided to a soft chuckle and he again lowered his face to hers.

His uncommon sea-green gaze was twinkling with mirth. “Ah, lass, I quiver in fear of yer talents. Have mercy, I beg ye.” He raised his to hand push a lock of hair behind her ear. “What must I do to put meself in yer good graces?”

Her heart skipped a beat at the slight touch. “Do?”

“Aye, name yer forfeit, Aisling, fey vision of Arigna Forest.” His voice was a tender caress she felt to her bones.

“A kiss,” she replied without pause, without thought.

His lips curved in a sly smile. “Have ye e’er been kissed afore, sweetling?”

“Nay. Will ye be my first, Conall?” His lips were so close now, she could feel their warmth. His breath mingling with her own, her pulse leapt in anticipation.

“Aye.” His lips brushed hers in a feather-soft touch. Without thinking, she raised her hands against his chest. Her palms slid against a firm wall of muscle, her fingers tangling in his shirt.

His arms encircled her, pulling her to him, his lips claiming hers in a searing blaze, igniting a firestorm between them. Liquid heat pulsed in her veins and her head was swimming as she melted into him. Then suddenly she felt the tip of his tongue tease the corner of her mouth. A soft moan escaped her, and her lips parted of their own accord.

Another excerpt tomorrow!

Nita

One of my online friends and fellow Celtic Hearts Romance Writers member has a new release! 

Joy Nash’s The Grail King won the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Historical Fantasy of 2006 and won First Place in the Best Paranormal category of the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence sponsored by Southern Magic Romance Writers.  

The Grail King was book one of The Druids of Avalon.  Book two Deep Magic is now available!

Click on the pictures to learn more about each book.  There’s excerpts and everything!

Congrats, Joy on the new release!

Nita