I invited author Nancy Holland to stop by and share her latest book release with my readers. Take it away, Nancy!
Thanks! Felyn’s Curse, book two of the
Witch King trilogy, will be released March 5 by Tule Publishing.
Book Blurb:
Can
love and sacrifice conquer a curse?
When Felyn was a young, defenseless witch, she was cursed to live as a shape
shifter—a deadly panther. She might have been rescued and raised by a noble and
powerful leader, but she lives in fear she will hurt those she loves in her
animal form so each full moon she hides deep in the forest. But how can she
refuse her adoptive father’s plea for an arranged marriage with a new ally?
After all, it’s temporary and in name only…
Varz agrees to an arranged marriage reluctantly because he needs the military
and diplomatic alliance. He has secrets and a growing power struggle back home.
He's relieved he need only marry the young witch for a year until he meets his
bride. Felyn is beautiful and intelligent and not easy to ignore, but Varz is a
man of his word. His vow to leave his bride untouched will be the hardest one
he has had to keep.
Excerpt:
Felyn woke to the cheerful sounds of a camp on the
move toward home. She stretched and sat up just as Varz came into the tent with
two bowls of warm breakfast gruel.
Suddenly hungry, she stood and took one, then settled,
a little awkwardly, on the ornate chair next to the one Varz sat in.
“How can I help prepare for the journey?” she asked to
break the silence.
“You can’t. You must stay in the tent,” he said
casually.
“What? Why?”
“You must appear to my men to now be my woman in every
way.”
“I know little of such things,” she admitted with a
frown, “but I do not see how that would make me incapable of work.”
“Not incapable,” he replied with a small laugh, “but
too tired from a sleepless night and too content to wish to work.”
“Ah.” She remembered such mornings between Thalgor and
Erwyn. “And you would be indulgent enough to let me sleep, even in the midst of
all the preparations.”
“I am a very indulgent man, under the proper
conditions,” he said with a look she could not read.
“Which do not apply here,” she reminded him primly.
He sighed and stood, taking their empty bowls. “Sleep,
woman,” he told her, not unkindly.
And, strangely, she did sleep. Perhaps because she had
slept so little the night she went into the woods.
By noon the light was so strong, even in the tent,
that she could sleep no more. With a yawn, she dressed, threw all the pillows
in a single pile, then went in search of Varz and food.
But when she stepped from the tent, she found half the
circle gone, people, tents and oxen.
She was alone with Varz and his warriors.
She nearly collapsed from the shock and grief, but
rage won out in the end.
She found both Varz and food where he ate a lunch of
mutton stew by the cooking fire. She took the bowl the cook gave her and threw
it at her new man, hitting him square in the chest.
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Author Bio:
Nancy Holland recently began to live her dream
as a full-time writer. Her heroes and heroines want to make the world a better
place, struggle to change their lives, and learn to trust each other. After
studying books by people from other times and places, she loves to explore
foreign cities where she can touch the reality behind their words. Connect with her here:
