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- Where The Rain Is Made
Sunday, March 17, 2013
"Praise to Diablo for WHERE THE RAIN IS MADE"
WHERE THE RAIN IS MADE
Paranormal/Time Travel
'Meko. Here was a man straddling two worlds, longing for both, torn by conflicting desires and duty.' 5 Stars
'Great romance with both paranormal elements (time travel) and well researched historical settings and facts.' 5 stars
'I absolutely loved Where The Rain Is Made; a bittersweet love story that's not just about Cesca and Meko but about a whole way of life.' 5 stars
About the book:
* Nominated for Bookie Award by Authors After Dark.
* Nominated for Best Romance of the Year
A decadent-looking savage has captured Francesca DuVall and her brother Marsh. Now she spends every waking moment planning an escape from the camp of the brutal Dog Soldiers.
Ethan Gray is a curator at a national museum . . . until he travels through time to help his beloved People. In the Cheyenne world he’s known as Meko, leader of the most revered tribe of the plains.
Cultures and hearts battle, violence and death haunt the road ahead, but when kindred souls collide, anything is possible. From the windswept plains of Colorado to the placid life of a curator, their love is fueled by passion and kindled by destiny.
Excerpt:
(The Dog Soldiers have captured two soldiers. When the hostages are brought into the Cheyenne camp to be killed, Cesca rebels and wonders why she and her brother weren't slain when they were captured)
Rising up on her toes, Cesca looked beyond the sea of bodies and stared at the scalps dangling from the warriors’ waistbands. Behind the ponies, a pair of captives struggled to stay on their feet. The ground beneath Cesca rose up to meet her. Visions of ghoulish faces painted in hideous colors swam before her.
Prancing mounts,jigging beneath muscular bodies promising a swift, brutal death threatened to bring her to her knees.
She turned to Brown Wing with sickening dread. “What will happen to the captives?”
“Build big fire, burn them.”
Cesca felt a you-can’t-be-serious look freeze her own face, but the old woman seemed oblivious to her existence. “They’re human beings, like you, like me!” Above the din, Cesca stomped her foot to garner Brown Wing’s attention. “I won’t tolerate it, I tell you! I’m not going to sit by while they burn my own kind.”
Brown Wing turned to her with a derisive snort. “You know what blue coats do to Cheyenne babies? Smash heads in with musket.”
Cesca covered her ears. “Oh, God, so much senseless death!”
“You no watch, go in tipi.”
“I’ll tell you where I’m going!” Mutinous thoughts seized her. “I’m going―”
Meko appeared beside her like a silent shadow. “Inside the lodge, now.”
He clasped her elbow and dragged her from the fire, his face harder than granite. Brown stains splattered his shirt, crimson streaks ringed his neck, and Cesca knew he had no intention of discussing other options now. Damnation, like a phantom he’d appeared, unheard, undetected.
“Let me go!” Her hands went for his face, her feet to any body part within striking distance. “You’re the lowest animal in the universe, a ruthless barbarian, king of the heathens!”
Through a shield of hair tumbling about her face, she glanced toward the center of the village. The People had surrounded a large post, their eyes wide and feral. Shouts and cheers roared in her ears. Her knees buckled when a brave picked up a torch and another shoved the captives forward, binding their arms to the tall stake. Stacks of dry timber formed a perimeter between the white men and the onlookers, and moments later, giant flames rose skyward. Up . . . up . . . up the smoke spiraled amid agonized screams. Cesca fell to her knees and smothered her mouth with a hand.
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