Friday, November 8, 2013

The Heart of War Series Tour Excerpts and Giveaway

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The Series



Inside the Heart of every Warrior breathes the Soul of a Hero--even within The Heart of War.

Meet Ares God of War, the greatest Warrior the world has ever known. He's moody, grumpy, dominant, ravenously sexual, and above all, built like a Greek God.

Suspected of killing his Daughter in-Law, Psyche, and long in exile from Olympus, the solitude of Ares' secluded Greek Isle is interrupted when Magdalena MacLeod a plucky little Fey washes up on his shore after believing she's been shipwrecked. It's not mere fate that has brought the unlikely couple together yet it may be what tears them apart.
Get lost in this sweeping dark saga of lust, rage, revenge, and redemption. Battle Ancient Gods while falling in love with Ares God of War and Alena MacLeod. They share a love that will rock the world from the heights of Olympus to the Celtic moors.

The Heart of War contains scenes of graphic sex and violence. As such, this novel and the entire OF WAR Series are intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY it is NOT recommended for the Faint of Heart. 



Ares sat up in the bed quickly as his smoldering onyx eyes narrowed on her.  "Get out of my room!"  He pointed toward the door leading out of the bedroom and to the staircase to the lower level of the cave.  "Hovel, is this?  You can start swimming at any time, my dear, go on and see how far you get before you drown.  I’ll not stop you.  As for her," the angry hand gesturing toward the door seemed to soften as he pointed downward to the woman sleeping next to him, "she is not my woman, she is my guest, at least for now or until she proves herself untrustworthy, then she can start swimming with you.  I wouldn’t want you to be lonely out there on the deep blue sea."
"Why didn’t you just kill her?" Kat demanded to know.  "Throw her to the Cerberus and be done with it?"
"Whatever I do or don’t do isn’t for you to question," Ares lobbed back in a dark whisper and held the sleeping woman a little closer to his warm frame.  She let out a little coo and nuzzled her face into the deep patch of dark hair on his chest.  His full lips turned upward into a genuine smile as he found he enjoyed the weight of this woman in his arms.  "You think she will displace you?"  Ares nearly laughed as he thought of the belt keeping him and any male at bay.  If he couldn’t screw her, what good was she to him other than the little mystery with which she presented him?
(And that kiss)
Kat did not like the grin that suddenly broke out on his handsome face, and she liked looking at the gray haired woman in his arms even less.  "I’m in charge of the women here," she said through gritted teeth.  "I say who comes and goes from this bed."
"Wha—what did you say, dear Katrina?"  Ares held a hand to his ear.  "I know you are not challenging my authority.  Not here on my island, in my home, in my bedroom!"
It was in the way his lips hardly moved and yet his words were clear and unmistakable that sent a cold shiver through Kat.  "No."
"I didn’t think so.  You would never be so foolish, would you?"  Ares didn’t wait for her to answer.  "Now, you can take yourself back to your bed or you can start swimming, go back to slinging drinks and fending off drunks if that’s what you want.  The choice is yours.  Either way…get out of my room.  Your company is not wanted tonight."



Do you remember Damien? Raven makes that kid look like an angel.
In book #2 of the OF WAR Series, Ares settles down with his wife, Alena, to await the birth of their son, Raven. As Alena struggles to enjoy what should be a blessed event, prophetic visions of an adult Raven haunt her dreams. Are they true visions or false ones implanted by Cernunnos who told her the boy would bring glory to Ares but only pain and agony to her? The strong but delicate Fey is relentlessly bombarded by hostility from the Olympians making her yearn to be back on Ares� secluded island home, far away from all the bickering and backstabbing that makes up Life on mighty Mount Olympus.
Before Raven is even born, Zeus outwardly despises him for his Fey blood given to him by his filthy Celtic mother. With no way out and no way to keep his family safe from his father, Zeus the God of Gods, Ares enters into a blood pact that could cost the God of War everything he holds dear.
After a harrowing birth wherein mother and son are nearly lost to Ares, it quickly becomes clear that Raven may be the most powerful and cunning Olympian ever born despite his muddled bloodline.
As Zeus, Apollo, and Aphrodite plot against the new family by carefully planting the seeds of rage and doubt in Ravens' mind, they turn son against mother. It appears as though Alena�s visions and Cernunnos' prophecy are coming to life as Raven grows to be a very angry young man.
As the true past between the Olympians and Celts is revealed, the battle for Ravens' mind and the ultimate control of Olympus begins. Before it's over, the white snows of Olympus will run red with blood. 


By the time Raven was five months old, he was running all over the Fortress like a champion and running his mother ragged.  Raven didn't hesitate to grab whatever he could reach and explore it to fullest by putting it in his mouth.  All of the hundreds, if not thousands, of sharp objects in the Fortress had to be raised or put away.  Already an expert climber, if something really caught his eye he'd scale the wall or bookcase nearest to it.  If that didn't do the trick then he moved the furniture about and built intricate ladders; chairs with pillows and books placed on top of them for the most part.  No matter how many times Alena told him 'no' and dragged him away from some dangerous object, he sprinted right back to it, totally ignoring his mother's wishes, generally with a loud giggle and a wide toothy grin.  Once, out of exhaustion, as Raven reached for an old dagger, she slapped his hand and sternly told him; "No!  Don't touch it!"
She was utterly shocked when her six-month-old Son grabbed her hand, flipped it over, and gave it a good smack as he shouted; "No!  Mine!"  He pointed a serious finger at her as his eyes narrowed.  "Woo-man."
"Ow!" Alena cried out.  As she pulled her hand away from the angry-faced toddler, she saw the frostbitten imprint his handprint he'd left on her milky skin.
While her eyes were taking in the damage to her skin, Raven scrambled up his makeshift ladder, grabbed the dagger and scrambled down again.  Then he was off and running, waving the sharp knife high in the air over his head as he hooted and shouted in victory.
"Raven!  Raven!"
The boy, at the height of joy, rounded the corner still whooping and ran straight into his Father.  Not bothering to look where he was going, he didn't even see Ares, and he barely understood what happened when the dagger in his hand sank deep into his Father's calf.  No hesitation at all, Ares reached down and snatched Raven from his little feet by the scruff of his shirt and held him high in the air as he looked down at the dagger protruding from his leg and the Ichor pooling on the floor.
Alena came rushing out of the Throne Room, stopped in her tracks and threw her hands in front of her mouth at the sight as she uttered, "Oh dear gods!"
Trying to keep from crying out in utter agony as the blade wiggled within his flesh, Ares looked sternly at his Son.  "What are you doing with my knife, boy?"
Raven, dangling in the air and hearing the anger in his Father's voice, started kicking his legs as though he could find traction in mid-air and sprint away.  When he realized he couldn't, he began squirming.
"Are you all right, my Love?" Alena whispered as she dropped her hands from her mouth and rushed to her Husband's side.  Dropping to her knees, she inspected the damage.  "Do you want me to …just… pull it out?"
"If you wouldn't mind too much," Ares grumbled as the pain throbbed.  Then he turned his smoldering eyes back to the wriggling boy in his hands.  "Those are my favorite boots," he sneered.


On the verge of manhood, Raven's rampage continues
As he begins the difficult path to Acceptance by his fellow Olympians. Out to prove he's as good, if not better than, any of them he bests the Trials set before him by Hades and Poseidon. This isn't enough for him, in his quest to prove to his Father, Ares, that he is an Olympian Raven preys upon the Mortals below Olympus in a time of great weakness. Settling for nothing less than Chaos, he enlists the aid of his Uncle Apollo and pushes the Mortals to pure anarchy when a global financial crisis leaves the entire world destitute, in ruins, and at each other's throats. Ready to conquer his Trials, take his place at the Counsel Table, and bring Ares the glory Cernunnos once prophesized, only one thing stands in his way; the night his Mother fell down the stairs.
Alena, her body asleep in Ares' bed for four long years, is lost deep in the clutches of a never-ending dream induced by Morpheus. After years of living an illusion and becoming Morpheus Wife, Alena discovers his deception and struggles to escape her prison. Morpheus has no intentions of ever letting her go. He'll fight to the death to keep her.
Apollo, ever the Man Behind the Curtain, pulls Raven's strings like a true puppet master. It's far too late when Raven realizes all he's done to please his Father actually makes Ares look guilty of destroying the Mortal World. A little Chaos and a little Anarchy aren't enough for the Golden God, in his on-going quest to destroy Ares, Apollo sets a plague loose upon the Earth. A bio-chemical weapon stolen from the United States Government at Area 51, known commonly as Major Falls. By the time the Olympians discover what's going on twenty million people are dead with the number multiplying exponentially every day.
With only one option left to each of them, Raven and Alena turn to their unlikeliest of enemies-- Aphrodite and Apollo for help. One night in the bed of the Goddess of Love can be painful but one night in the bed of the Golden God can kill and destroy all that Ares and Alena have built and endured. To ensure that her beloved Husband and her Son are not put to death she may have no other choice. 


Sitting at the breakfast table, Ares and Raven glared at each other from the opposite ends.  "I heard you screaming last night, are you all right, Father?"  Normally the days were spent with Father and Son walking on eggshells around each other.  Raven never confessed what happened the night his Mother took her fall down the stairs and Ares never stopped suspecting him of pushing her.  Almost four years after the fact, Ares was still trying to get Raven to admit it. Raven was no longer a boy, no longer intimidated by his Father's tactics.  In fact, as he sat at the breakfast table this morning he was on the verge of being declared a Man by the Olympians who looked down upon him all of his life.
"I don't scream," Ares scoffed and pushed away a full plate of bacon and eggs, his stomach no longer hungry.  "Where's your shirt?  How many times have I told you to come to the table properly attired?"
Raven couldn't count that high.  "I don't know but since my chest isn't covered with fur like yours it won't get in my food so, what's the problem?"
"Manners.  Decorum.  Do you even know what these things mean?"
"Nope," Raven shook his head with a grin.  Raven's midnight hair, with its wide streak of gray starting just over his left eye, now hung to the middle of his bare back where it wisped about in long gentle waves caressing his taut olive skin.
"How about a haircut?  When are you going to get one of those?"
"The same time I buy a shirt?"
"Teenagers, how I hate them so," Ares huffed.  "Have you checked on your Sister this morning?"
Every morning before coming down to breakfast Raven was charged with checking in on his Sister.  However, Ares never allowed Raven to be in the room alone with Rose or with Alena, his mother.  "Onya's with her, she's playing in her room."  Raven sighed before shoving another forkful into his mouth and tossing a chunk of meat to Spirit Walker who sat at his feet.  He reached down to pet the hungry wolf and mutter under his breath, "Like the little retard can do anything else."
Ares leaned forward with smoldering eyes.  "What did you say?"
"It's not like Rose is capable of doing much more than my mother," Raven huffed, "she sits in her room having make-believe tea parties, singing about the moon, with her stupid stuffed animals and that dopey grin on her crooked face."  Raven's strange gray and amber eyes glanced down at the feeding wolf, remembering the day they found Spirit Walker.  "You should have done the right thing by her the night she was born."
"I did," Ares shot.  The night Little Rose was born so prematurely, Ares considered snuffing out her life.  It seemed the kind thing to do as she struggled to breathe in the palm of his hand.  He even tried to go through with it, he raised his hand to lay it over her nose and mouth, prepared to feel the small death thrashes she would make, but then she smiled at him.  The miniscule baby in his palm looked up, eyes wide and bright, and she smiled.  He couldn't do it.  For the first time in his life, Ares God of War was unable to kill another living creature.  Instead, he cradled her lovingly and brought her over to where Alena laid on the bed, her eyes were open but they were blank.  Ares held the baby up for her to see, then he held both of them tightly waiting for Hades to come and ease the little girl's suffering.  He sang while he waited, a sweet little lullaby Alena once sang to Raven.  When the song was over and The God of Death hadn't arrived, he sang it again.  In his hand, the tiny baby fought for every breath and several times Ares thought the end was near and wondered how Hades could allow this to go on.  But breath after hard-fought breath, the little girl kept on living.  Ares named her Rose.  Although her Mother slept, little by little, Rose grew.  Ares was never once sorry that he didn't take her little life, never once looked down on her or pitied her.  In fact, Ares thought his Little Rose most brave and tenacious.  She conquered obstacles left and right, and that made Ares proud.



Venture on a Mystical Journey through Time and Secrets Past
This story spans four generations of women in Alena's family from her great-grandmother, Shar Draïocht the last known Queen of the Dark Kingdom. Morrowind, her tortured daughter. Maven, Alena's free spirited mother. And ends the night Alena washed up on Ares' shore. With intensity, lust, fear, and strength these Women of War make their way in the world revealing the hidden truths of the past and Ares true connection to his beloved Wife, Alena.
In the third spring of Maggie's life, two things happened; first she began to exhibit strange talents such as being able to make an item move with her mind or cause it to float across the room to her hand.  She also had an extraordinary way with the plants; anything she tended grew tall and lush.  Anything she picked or harvested stayed fresh for weeks with roses staying in full bloom more than a month after cut from the bushes.  She seemed captivated by fire.  Any torch, candle, or open flame snagged her gray eyes and made them grow wide.  Several times Maven had to pull Maggie away from the hearth in their home because she was nearly standing in the firebox.  The fire seemed to sense her as it sparked and popped with its flames looking as though they were stretching out to consume her.
Maggie thought these were wonderful tricks but Maven did not and so she told Maggie to stop doing it. If she wanted something she was to go and get it, she wasn't to make chairs rock from halfway across the room or make the broom sweep the floor on its own.  She was to stay away from fire as much as she could.
Second, one warm spring day, a strange man appeared on the edge of the open fields.  He stood there staring up at the village, his face hidden by the shadow of the sun.  The village stared back at him not knowing what to do and wondering if Cernunnos had decided to go back on his word and relieve them of his protection.  Maven recognized his silhouette and went to meet him with only little Maggie by her side.
"Hello, Norman," she whispered, holding fast to Maggie's hand.
"Mae," he returned through tight lips that broke into a wide smile when he looked down at the little girl with gray eyes and red hair.  "Aren't you a beauty, little lass?  A fine, fine, bonnie little lass."  He held his arms out for her but, even though Maggie wasn't afraid and even tried to go to him, Mae wouldn't let her.
"You shouldn't be here," Maven warned, "you're upsetting them."
Norman looked past Mae up the hillside to the clusters of Fey in the trees most holding a bow and arrow aimed in his direction.  "Let 'em be upset then," he sneered, "I want my daughter."
Suddenly Maggie began jumping up and down in place while she happily exclaimed, "The Prince!  The Prince!"  She wriggled her hand away from her mother and ran to him to have him sweep her up in his big arms and hold her tight.
"I can't believe ya told her that stupid story, woman," Norman remarked something near as a laugh as he took in the sight of the girl in his hand.  "That's right, little darlin', I'm the Prince, I'm your Da."  He planted a big kiss on her cheek before holding her up high with the full extension of his strong arms and wheeled her about in the air. 

Author Bio: 

All of my books and stories filled with steamy sex, hot passion, dark intrigue, and nail biting suspense. As such, all of them are intended for a Mature Audience Only this includes most of my non-fiction books.

I've been married for the last 27 years to my wonderful husband and incredibly talented musician & rockin' DJ, Roy. We live in my hometown of New London, CT where we have raised two beautiful daughters to adulthood.
My writing career began in junior high, around the 7th grade. A fact that my fellow students adored but often got me called down to the Guidance Counselor's Office to discuss the adult nature of my early stories. While the experience was never pleasant, I was not deterred by the counselors' worries I was spurred onward by them, as well as by my teachers, and my classmates, I continued to hone my craft throughout those formative years.
Through my full-length novels and series I bring conflict, passion, love, and suspense to unique couples--how about a Greek God and a Fey, a retiring military man and an aging widowed hippie, a famous writer/director and a lonely hitch-hiker, or a b-grade actor and a very lucky first-time author? Since I'm never one to shy away from the less pleasant things in life, indeed I believe that it is in the Darkness where Character is created, determined, and defined, my heroes and heroines have their love tested by demons from within and without. My books are for those who like their reading on the gritty side. They are not intended for the faint of heart or those who enjoy a sweet read.
Also, being a Pagan (which is helpful when I write about the Ancient Gods!) I've penned a few useful guides for Ritual Sex/Love Magick and for those wanting to start out exploring Magickal Herbalism.

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Book 3 info: Cover not added, contains nudity.  

Christmas Eve on Olympus


Join Ares and Alena as she brings Christmas and Yuletide to Olympus in this sweet but hot short story

The last book in the series is releasing in early 2014 and is titled “Kingdoms of War.”

Giveaway Information: 

15 eBook copies (1 each to 15 winners) of 
"The Heart of War" 

The Heart of War Tour Schedule

November 8:
Aspired Writer – Promo and Excerpts

November 9:

November 18:
Lusty Penguin – Promo and Excerpts

November 19:
Salacious Reads – Promo and Excerpts

November 20:
Some Like It Hotter – Promo and Excerpts

November 21:
Kristy Centeno – Promo and Excerpts

November 22:

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