An ancient warrior calls for advice–Feb 2

wheel of the year ;Brenton.eccles,; wikipediaHappy Imbolc to all my friends who celebrate it. For those who don’t know, Imbolc (also known by the names Óimelc, and Candlemas) is the celebration of the first signs of spring, in Celtic lands, and legend. The day was dedicated the ancient goddess of fire crafts, fertility, and inspiration (among other things) Brighid.  (Also the Catholic saint Bridget but for our purposes, it’s the dedication to the goddess Brighid that is important). Imbolc is a cross-quarter day, half way between winter and spring, and one of the four high Holy days in Celtic mythology celebrating the first signs of spring. The day  also looms huge in my paranormal romance novel, Passion’s Sacred Dance.  Since that’s the case–and this is a sneak peek Sunday post, it seemed appropriate to give you an excerpt from that book.
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Passion's Sacred Dance

cover art by Kim Mendoza

Aaron put in a call to the only person he thought might be able to help him figure out how to convince Stacy to believe him—the only one who could help her understand what they needed to do.
“Can you come by?” Aaron blurted when Isaac answered the phone. “I need your advice.”
“What’s happened?” Isaac asked.
Aaron pinched his eyes shut. “I’ll explain everything when you get here.” If anyone could help him, Isaac could. His memories of the last steward still resonated with the warriors. As such, he was their best resource on how to deal with a Macken woman.
Aaron paced, waiting for his friend to arrive. The thought of throwing a few punches at one of the punching bags was enticing, but he’d rather hit something worth the effort. Alas, there were no Harbingers around.
He glanced at himself in the mirrors. “You’re a fool.”
When the door buzzer rang, Aaron sprinted across the wood floor and unlocked the doors.
Isaac surveyed him then pronounced, “You look like a crazy person.”
Aaron flipped the locks behind him. “I feel like it.”
Isaac frowned, slipping out of his coat. “What for?”
“I blew it. She’ll never accept what I have to tell her. You shouldn’t have sent me, Isaac.”
“Do you truly believe that?” The redheaded man stood a little less than a foot taller than Aaron, but no menace exuded from him as he stared down at him.
Still, the way Isaac peered at him before turning back to the display of the school’s various competition awards did nothing for Aaron’s concern. He’d let his comrades
down. He just knew it.
“I made a damn fool mistake. You can believe anything you want about me, but we chose wrong.”
“Judging by your story, I can’t think of a better guardian for her.”
Relief washed over him, but the dilemma remained unresolved, and he had no idea what to do. “Even though her trust in me just hit the sewers? You haven’t seen how she’s reacting.”
“Couldn’t be any different than how Ruth reacted.”
Isaac shook his head, red braid flopping as he moved. “She’s seen enough now that I doubt she’s truly still skeptical. She knows everything, doesn’t she? After what you’ve done so far, I imagine Balor’s minions won’t be so hard to swallow.”
“She knows the truth about harshads—or thinks she does. That’s a start, I suppose.” Aaron’s lip twitched. “Maybe it’s better to keep her in the dark.”
Isaac pondered him a moment. “Maybe I should see her reaction. Perhaps you’ve misread her.”
“There’s no time to show you! I can’t introduce you now and believe that will solve anything.”
Isaac turned his puzzled gaze on a painting of a group of ancient swordsmen in battle. “If I set her straight, or if Cyreth does, maybe she’ll believe.”
Aaron grabbed the chair’s arms, throttling them as if they were a physical foe, then pushed himself up and paced to Isaac’s side. “She may recognize the term, and she may have a few books on her shelf about our people, but I really think if either of you go there with that agenda now, she’ll shut down like a frightened turtle.”
“A Macken woman is no frightened turtle.” Isaac frowned. “The woman should be scared. If she continues to balk, it will be disastrous!” He leveled his gaze at Aaron. “The Fomorian hordes can never be allowed to win again. If they do, you know what will happen. The world as she knows it will end.”

Will they win? Will the world end before (their) Imbolc? Well….if you’d like to check the book out, it’s available at: Amazon and Amazon.UK, All Romance Ebooks, Barnes and Noble,Bookstrand, Itunes, and at The Wild Rose Press.

‘Roman’ roads were actually built by the Celts, new book claims – Telegraph

‘Roman’ roads were actually built by the Celts, new book claims – Telegraph.
I just found this online and you know? I almost feel like saying “Well, d’uh.” I mean, it’s not surprising. Really. I’m waiting for the day researchers find out we got a heck of a lot more from the ancient Celts than we know… After all, there were Celts spread all over Greece and Rome at one time. If nothing else, it’d make an interesting (at least to me) alternative history story. ;) Just thought I’d share.

Making a date–September 29

I keep missing these Sneak Peek Sundays, but not this time! Here’s my sneak peek for PASSION’S SACRED DANCE for this Sunday:

Passion's Sacred Dance

Stacy’s gaze went to Aaron’s, and butterflies dashed around in her stomach. A vision flashed before her of how his eyes might look glazed over in passion. “Maybe we should go.” She cleared her throat, stood and moved to the filing cabinet, changed her mind and went to the
desk again.
The fabled diary! She was beside herself with excitement. She’d have the diary. What a month this
was turning out to be. “When can we meet him?”
Aaron came forward and ran a finger over the calendar’s slots. “How about tomorrow morning?”
“Yes.” She nodded emphatically. “Perfect. Nineish?”
“Tomorrow it is.” He nodded and turned toward the door.
The thrill of this discovery overwhelmed her. An urge to kiss him in thanks struck her hard in the chest. “Aaron?”
He met her gaze, waiting.
Her brain screamed, halt! She wanted to touch him at least. Her fingers twitched. She stepped back.
She just couldn’t. “I’ll see you at nine.”
He turned away with a knowing glint in his eyes.
She was such a fool.

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Battling mounting debt, Stacy Macken is determined not to lose her historic art gallery. When Aaron Fielding appears and offers to help, she fights to keep the attraction sizzling between them from clouding her judgment. He may be her savior in disguise–but can she trust him?

Aaron intrigues her with tales of the Tuatha dé Danann, sworn warriors who protect humanity from the monsters seeking their destruction. If Aaron can prove what he claims, she would give up anything to help–even the gallery he claims is sacred ground. But with her property set to stage the next epic battle, she needs answers. An old family diary will confirm the ancient legend is true, if only they can find it in time.

If the battle is lost, the enemy will take control of Earth for the next five hundred years. Stacy and Aaron’s budding love might only complicate things.

If you’d like to get a copy from Amazon and Amazon.uk:)

Indie block party–Q and a with Aaron Fielding and Stacy Macken, Steward and Guardian in Passion’s Sacred Dance

Indie-block-party

Boy, this was fun! There were so many things I could’ve asked my guests Aaron Fielding and Stacy Macken, but they got a little distracted. You’ll see what I mean.

Juli D. Revezzo: Thanks for being here my dears. I know you’re busy what with this whole war looming, so I’ll try to make my questions brief.

Stacy Macken: Take all the time you need, Juli.

Aaron Fielding: Not a problem. Anything we can do to help, that’s what we’re here for.

Juli D. Revezzo: *eyes Aaron’s Sword like weapon* Um, yeah. Would it help if I remind you I’m on your side?

Aaron: Don’t worry, dear lady. I only use this on Balor and his minions.

Juli D. Revezzo: *brow crinkles* All right, I trust you (aside: Besides I think I know how it works). Let’s begin, then: Question 1. What’s the first thought in your mind when you wake up?

Stacy: Coffee; then, what disaster will befall the gallery today?

Aaron: What disaster might befall Stacy and her gallery and what the hell I can do to stop it.

Juli: Question 2. Tattoos or piercings?

Aaron and Stacy together: Tattoos.

Stacy: For me, it’s a sign of a permanent commitment.

Juli: Don’t say the C word. You know how men are.

Stacy: Fortunately, mine isn’t gunshy.

Juli: Phew! Good. Aaron, why tattoos?

Aaron: I’ve had them since my early days with my tribe. I can’t remember what those little tattoo needles felt like, really. *Aaron shudders* Plus, piercing is sort of a professional hazard. Going into battle risks a piercing or two I’d rather not have. Have you seen the Harbingers’ claws? Imagine if they got caught on something other than my blade?

Juli giggles* Actually, I think I can picture it. Ooh, hey, when’s the next battle?

Aaron aside: (By the gods I worship, why did I give her that idea?)

Juli: What?

Aaron: Nothing, dear lady. Do you have more questions?

Juli: Yes. Question 3: Someone is calling you by a nickname. What is it?

Stacy: I’m known variously as Darlin’, Miss Macken, the Macken family Steward, but Aaron calls me “love”. *Sigh* I think that’s my favorite.

Aaron: Balor’s minions have the unfortunate habit of referring to me and my brothers-in-arms as unsavory one but other than that, I can’t really think of a nickname anyone’s called me lately.

Juli: Question 4: You hear a noise in the middle of the night. It wakes you from a dead sleep. What’s your first move?

Aaron: Grab my harshad in case I need to defend Stacy from something. I don’t sleep deeply.

Stacy: Go for my pistol (What is this defending me, stuff? I can take care of myself).

 

Aaron: (That fight in the gallery says otherwise, love.)

Juli: I have to agree with him, there, Stacy. I think you did need a hand, that night. Ahem, question 5: You can go anywhere and do anything. What’s first?

 

Aaron: I’d pack up and go somewhere Balor and his gang can’t get us. The moon might be a good destination. Maybe.

Stacy: Hope to heck Aaron lets me pack first before he whisks me off. Teleportation may be fun, but a girl has to have a change of underwear.

*Aaron winks*: Who says?

Juli: *Ahem* Moving on, question 5: It’s a quiet night and you’re home with nothing to do. What’s your game plan?

Aaron: If I say Stacy, do you think she’d whack me over the head?

Stacy: *Raises eyebrow* (Actually, no, I wouldn’t. :)) And, um, what he said. If I don’t settle down with a good book.

Juli: I dunno, Stacy. With Aaron (or Isaac, or Laurco, or Tam) around, I think my TBR list would go neglected. A lot.

*Stacy glares* Get your own harshad warrior.

Juli: Technically…

Aaron: Technically what?

Juli: Nevermind. Question 6: A cutie is interested in you and you’ve taken notice. What happens next?

Stacy: I throw him up against a closed door and kiss him blind.

Aaron: You knew there was a reason I liked her, didn’t you? Besides the whole Steward relationship thing. She’s not as tame as she looks, despite her wardrobe.

Juli: Oh, I know. She kisses and tells, remember.

*Aaron sits up straighter*: She does what?

*Stacy glares* Now you’ve done it. Moving on?

Juli: Yes, of course. Question 7: Aaron, can you tell the people, what exactly is a harshad?

Aaron: Ah yes, that might be important. Um, wait. You don’t think there are any Harbingers listening, do you?

Juli: I doubt it. This gallery is pretty well guarded.

*Aaron eyes the cameras above suspiciously* Okay, if you say so. A harshad then? For one thing, it’s the way we calculate our ritual battles. Each battle happens exactly five hundred years apart.

Stacy: He says “exactly”, but how in the world their druids figure out the exact date of the first battle is beyond my comprehension.

Aaron: Well, you’d have to talk to them about that. I’m sure Cyreth can explain it.

 

*Stacy eyes him skeptically* If you say so. Pre-modern era math gives me a headache.

Aaron: Also, it’s what we in the Tuatha de Dannan’s army call our favored weapon, created by Goibinu the Craftsman god, to aid us in our battles against Balor and his minions, who, though they may look like natural creatures, aren’t. The blade can easily penetrate their hides and if we need it to, become almost any weapon a warrior might need—long sword, short sword, sheliegha etc. Technically it can become about five hundred or so, hence the word harshad.

 

Juli: Handy little thing to have.

Stacy: Isn’t it, though? (Do you really know how it works?) I haven’t figured out how to get it to do all the neat things Aaron can. I hope one day I’ll wheedle the information out of him.

*Aaron winds an arm around Stacy and kisses her* Wheedle all you want, love.

Juli: Maybe we better leave the lovebirds alone, folks, what do you say? ;)

Stacy and Aaron’s novel, Passion’s Sacred Dance, can also be purchased from Amazon and Amazon.UK and coming soon in all formats from The Wild Rose Press. Here’s the Synopsis:

 

Passion's Sacred Dance


cover art by Kim Mendoza

Passion’s Sacred Dance

Battling mounting debt, Stacy Macken is determined not to lose her historic art gallery. When Aaron Fielding appears and offers to help, she fights to keep the attraction sizzling between them from clouding her judgment. He may be her savior in disguise–but can she trust him?

Aaron intrigues her with tales of the Tuatha dé Danann, sworn warriors who protect humanity from the monsters seeking their destruction. If Aaron can prove what he claims, she would give up anything to help–even the gallery he claims is sacred ground. But with her property set to stage the next epic battle, she needs answers. An old family diary will confirm the ancient legend is true, if only they can find it in time.

If the battle is lost, the enemy will take control of Earth for the next five hundred years. Stacy and Aaron’s budding love might only complicate things.

On behalf of Stacy and Aaron, (who, *blush* really do seem rather occupied—Aaron is not shy at all! I think next time we’ll talk about something safe, like…cows. Cows would be good, right?) I hope you’ll enjoyed their new video:

And I hope you enjoyed this interview as well.

About Juli D. Revezzo:

Juli D. Revezzo has long been in love with writing, a love built by devouring everything from the Arthurian legends, to the works of Michael Moorcock, and the classics and has a soft spot for classic the “Goths” of the 19th century. Her short fiction has been published in Dark Things II: Cat Crimes, The Scribing Ibis, Eternal Haunted Summer, Twisted Dreams Magazine and Luna Station Quarterly. She also has an article and book review or two out there. But her heart lies in the storytelling. She is a member of Independent Authors Network and Magic Appreciation Tour. Passion’s Sacred Dance is her first paranormal romance novel.

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Indie block party–day two–Passion’s Sacred Dance

Indie-block-party

My current novel just came out at the end of July, a paranormal romance entitled Passion’s Sacred Dance. Here’s the blurb:

cover art by Kim Mendoza

cover art by Kim Mendoza

Battling mounting debt, Stacy Macken is determined not to lose her historic art gallery. When Aaron Fielding appears and offers to help, she fights to keep the attraction sizzling between them from clouding her judgment. He may be her savior in disguise–but can she trust him?

Aaron intrigues her with tales of the Tuatha dé Danann, sworn warriors who protect humanity from the monsters seeking their destruction. If Aaron can prove what he claims, she would give up anything to help–even the gallery he claims is sacred ground. But with her property set to stage the next epic battle, she needs answers. An old family diary will confirm the ancient legend is true, if only they can find it in time.

If the battle is lost, the enemy will take control of Earth for the next five hundred years. Stacy and Aaron’s budding love might only complicate things.

It was inspired, believe it or not by a Megadeth song, “Foreclosure of a Dream”. The book went through tons of changes from the time I submitted it, until the day The Wild Rose Press released it last month, minor changes but the core of the story still remained. If you love paranormal romance, and Celtic Mythology, I hope you’ll like it.  It’s available at Amazon for Kindle only, right now, but the full release is coming November 22.

My current WIP is an as yet untitled follow up to this novel involving one of Stacy’s ancestors. That’s been kind of interesting since there’s a lot of research involved in getting the setting and time period just right. I’m writing it as fast as I can (research breaks included) so it will be out…well, when it’s out, but I hope sometime before the end of 2015.

Tuesday Kilts–I mean, Celts

Happy Tuesday? It is Tuesday, right?

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Okay, okay, girls. Stop looking under the kilts. ;)  We all know what’s under there.  Or do we? I don’t know about wearing a heavy tweed skirt in summer, do you? (Okay, so it’s sweltering here). The weather makes everything just a wee bit uncomfy, doesn’t it? Nonetheless, I am writing (or #amwriting for those of you on Twitter!) and spoke with author Beth Trissel recently about my new release–about the ever-popular topic of men Kilts ;). Interested to learn a little? Then you can see the post here.

And check out Beth’s books while you’re there. They are fantastic! :)