Bitter Thorn Tribe new pnr romance novel

Good morning, everyone. I hope you’re well. I’ve been having a hectic, headachey week, here but getting better. I think part of the headache is dealing with business in this pandemic. The worker bees at Amazon have been crunching something and taking longer than usual.

Today, after much work and fretting, I can finally announce that I have a new change for you, and a new release. Remember a little book called Passion’s Sacred Dance? Yes, well, there’s been a shift. I moved it out of Celtic Stewards Chronicles, and gave it a new title, new series title, and new cover: it’s now called Keeper of the Grove.

Keeper of the Grove by Juli D. Revezzo, paranormal romance, urban fantasy, druids

(It’s a better title, we think here at Raven Queen Publications). Same book, different title and cover. And the cover is this:

Also…. There’s now a direct sequel to it. What do I mean? Simply that Stacy and Aaron star in this one, again, and it falls weeks after all the reading Stacy did in and Druid Warrior Prince and Druid Warrior Heart  (yes, if you’ve read those two books, those were actual files Stacy was reading. I just snipped the prologues in her pov out). Anyway, they’re the Celtic Stewards Chronicles, being related, but not the main story. This, what’s now called the Stewards War series, is the main tale being that begun in, and with the main characters of, Keeper of the Grove.

Anyway, the sequel (as you can see below) is titled Bitter Thorn Tribe:

Bitter Thorn Tribe by Juli D. Revezzo, paranormal romance, fantasy romance, druids

and the synopsis is as follows:

Destined to be a bride, if only the gods will let her…

Stacy Macken tries to acclimate herself to her training under Tuatha dé Danaan druids—as if she doesn’t have enough work in planning her wedding to her beloved guardian and fiancé Aaron.

When Fomorii loyalists violate their treaty and seek revenge for their recent defeat, even Stacy’s druids are at a loss to explain the mayhem that ensues.

Can Aaron and his brothers-in-arms stop it before Stacy and her family are caught in the crossfire?

Here’s a snippet from the novel: (Oh, by the way, Stacy ancestor’s name, Dechtire mentioned below. I pronounce it Deck-tir-ay. Not sure if that’s correct but that’s what this book says, and if it feels comfortable to you, have at it. :))

CHAPTER ONE

The whoosh of steel whispering through the quiet room played a soft tempo behind the silence as Aaron practiced.
The noise didn’t distract Stacy as she read the records of her ancestors piled before her. The files contained things she needed to know, things the harshad druids had hidden for centuries. Stacy didn’t like that secrecy; it seemed to her if the harshad warriors and druids hadn’t so closely-guarded their existence after her family immigrated to America, would she have doubted so much, as she had?
Beside the files lay a diary her great grandmother had given her, one by her ancestor Dechtire, she who founded Bitter Thorn Grove History Center, in the early nineteen hundreds. The history center which Stacy now oversaw, and that was, the harshad druids declared, the site of their sacred battleground. “I don’t want to see our descendants go through the same trouble and doubt I did. They need access to all these files and diaries.”
Aaron stood in the dining room, his fine muscles flexing as he practiced his sword work. “With the internet the way it is, trust me. There’ll be a leak sometime. Who knows what’s coming for the future of information retrieval. I’m sure our grandkids will have no trouble finding you.”
“Are you being prophetic?”
Another whoosh as he swung the sword back. The sword split into three blades. “Realistic. Our Technomages are savvy, but I don’t doubt someday, someone will find a way around their safeguards.”
Aaron passed her and gave her a quick kiss. In their bedroom, he put his harshad away then ducked into the bathroom, peeled off his shirt. He’d left the door open, so she got the full view, from her spot here.
He’d shaved yesterday, so what he sought in his reflection, she couldn’t tell. Stacy admired the smooth, angular cheeks and his green eyes, the cut of his jaw.
“I’ll make sure Cyreth double-checks those firewalls. God knows, if the children of today can breach government records, they’ll find us. I wonder if she wouldn’t mind dumping the computer system and going old school.”
Though, having seen how much data the harshad druids tabulated in their system, Stacy would hate to lose it all to some person’s memory. Even harshad druids had their limits, she thought. Or could they all do what Cyreth did? What about Dermot? Who was, now, the oldest druid she knew? She hoped, tonight, her dreams would help her find a way to convince them to give her what she wanted.
However, remembering one recent dream made her shudder. Ruth’s property in flames.
Whether her nightmare stemmed from these stories she read of her ancestor’s battles, or from stress, she didn’t know. Even now, the deadly flame licked over barn and grove in her vision. Someone—a woman’s voice she recognized vaguely—said, “Miss Macken, why’d you go?”
Go where?
“We’ll do our best to see no one but us can gain access to the records.” Aaron’s statement drew her back to reality. “Do you really doubt that?”
“Of course not.” Stacy supposed it didn’t matter, as long as her family had the most important parts of the tale. Which she absolutely meant them to. “Tell her it will give her something to do with the next five hundred years. That should cheer her up.”
He chuckled and shut the bathroom door. The shower faucet squeaked on.
I know what would make her happier, but I can’t vaporize Balor. No, Stacy knew they had no chance to defeat Balor permanently. By agreement, they had to settle for awaiting the next battle. Five hundred years from now.
And fight again, every five hundred years.
“Rules, rules.” She rose, returned the notes and papers to her bedside table, then flicked off the light illuminating the living room. Who’s monitoring that bloody agreement, and can I shred it when they’re not paying attention?
A light shone from the kitchen.
“Aaron, when did you go back into the kitchen?”
He shouted from the bathroom. “What was that about the kitchen?”
The shower’s heat attacked her skin as she ducked into the bathroom to repeat her question to which he answered, “I haven’t been in there in a while. Why?”
“The light’s still on. The sensor must be stuck again.” I should have that thing removed.
The electricians hadn’t built a light switch within easy reach of the door, so the condominium’s owner installed these movement-seeking sensors to turn them on and timers that shut them off after a few minutes of detecting no movement at all. Clever device, when it worked.
But sometimes, it didn’t. Like now. Stacy crept to the kitchen door, hoping the sensor wouldn’t see her; if indeed the lights were about to go out, she didn’t want to encourage them to waste more electricity. A quick flick of the switch would reset it.
She stepped over the threshold and froze seeing something that shouldn’t be in her kitchen: A Harbinger, a fiend of Balor’s devising and the bane of her existence. A beast somewhat like an alligator, a little like a dragon, that could become somewhat human when it wanted to sneak up on her. Clearly tonight, it preferred truth.
The Harbinger reeked of patchouli and musk as it crouched in her kitchen, peering at her with those evil quicksilver eyes, one claw on the light switch. The Harbinger smiled, saliva dripping from its fangs. “Heh … heh… Hello, Steward.”
Stacy scrambled back from the door and screamed.
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What trouble are they facing now? You’ll have to read Bitter Thorn Tribe yourself and find out. You can find it at Amazon.

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…in both ebook and paperback (and the Kindle book is in KU, if you are a KU reader). And, if you’d like, you can catch up with the first book here, and the Celtic Stewards Chronicles here.

If you’re curious about a reading order to all this? If you’d like to go chronologically, start as it’s published now, at Druid Warrior Prince, then Druid Warrior’s Heart, then Keeper of the Grove and Bitter Thorn Tribe. If you don’t care, you can go by publication dates (KotG, DWH, DWPBitter Thorn Tribe) Personally, I like it in the chronological version vs. the publication dates version. But if I’d held all five books back until now, they’d never have come out. I’m decidedly not one of those who can write a whole series before publishing it. I may be a speedy writer, but I’m not that fast.

Ahem, anyway, if you’d like to you can get Bitter Thorn Tribe now at Amazon.

I hope you’ll enjoy it, and please if you read the series and are feeling generous, please leave reviews for the books at Amazon. We authors can always use a few more.  🙂

Making a date–#booksnippet–September 15

And now for something a little different…maybe. Here’s my sneak peek for Keeper of the Grove (Stewards War, book one) for this Sunday:

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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Synopsis:

Stacy Macken has one goal in mind: saving her renowned history center from greedy creditors. Losing it would be a catastrophe—one she doesn’t know how she’ll avoid.

Until Aaron Fielding arrives. To all human eyes, he is just like any man, but he reminds Stacy of one of the fae. He certainly enchants her like a fae lover would. But Stacy suspects there is more to this sexy fellow, with his tales of the Tuatha dé Danann, and magical warriors from Celtic legend who protect humanity from a wicked enemy seeking their destruction. Does his appearance mean the end of the world imminent?

Can she, a studious woman more intent on history books with no training in or love of war, possibly have anything to offer when a long-prophesied druidic battle explodes around her?

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Previously published as Passion’s Sacred Dance by Juli D. Revezzo
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Bonus: Includes brand new flash fiction piece, “About A Warrior”

If you’d like to get a copy of this, (or its new novel in the Stewards War series), it’s available for sale or to borrow with Amazon Prime at …well, Amazon 🙂

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Druid Warrior's Heart (Celtic Stewards Chronicles, book 2, Juli D. Revezzo, Medieval romance, fantasy

 

There are two related books to this novel, Druid Warrior Prince and  Druid Warrior’s Heart both now available at Amazon.

Indie block party–day two–Keeper of the Grove

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My current novel is an urban fantasy romance/paranormal romance entitled Keeper of the Grove (Stewards War, book one) . Keeper of the Grove (Stewards War, book one), Juli D. Revezzo, Fantasy romance, urban fantasy, Celtic mythology

Here’s the blurb:

Stacy Macken has one goal in mind: saving her renowned history center from greedy creditors. Losing it would be a catastrophe—one she doesn’t know how she’ll avoid.
Until Aaron Fielding arrives. To all human eyes, he is just like any man, but he reminds Stacy of one of the fae. He certainly enchants her like a fae lover would.
But Stacy suspects there is more to this sexy fellow, with his tales of the Tuatha dé Danann, and magical warriors from Celtic legend who protect humanity from a wicked enemy seeking their destruction. Does his appearance mean the end of the world imminent?

Can she, a studious woman more intent on history books with no training in or love of war, possibly have anything to offer when a long-prophesied druidic battle explodes around her?

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Previously published as Passion’s Sacred Dance by Juli D. Revezzo
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Bonus: Includes brand new flash fiction piece, “About A Warrior”

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 only, right now in Kindle Prime (where you can purchase or borrow it if you have a Prime Membership).

There’s also (now) a side  series, Celtic Stewards Chronicles:

Druid Warrior Prince is book one.

Druid Warrior Prince, Celtic Stewards Chronicles 1, Juli D. Revezzo, Celtic fantasy, ebook available on Itunes, Nook, Kobo

Synopsis:

Gwenevieve Macken’s well-ordered world falls into chaos as encroaching interlopers scheme to possess both her and her land. Although she’s been trained to spot the signs of inhuman evil in men, the amassing armies take on guises she never expected.

When a foreign guardian presents himself as her only option for salvation, Gwenevieve must make a choice between her desires, and fulfilling the mythic fate to which she was born. A forced marriage to a Tuatha dé Danann warrior isn’t part of her plan.

And DRUID WARRIOR’S HEART, book two in the Celtic Stewards Chronicles, involving one of Stacy’s ancestors.

DWHcoveridea(1) copySynopsis:

As the latest in her family’s long line of Stewards, Ruth Macken awaits the arrival of a warrior sworn to the Tuatha dé Danaan, the Celtic gods her family has served since the beginning of time. For on that day, a magical battle will erupt. A war between druids and an evil that will decide the fate of mankind.

Isaac Connel knows the battle is imminent, and is ready to fight, once again but from the moment he sees Ruth flitting around the sacred ground, he’s captivated by her fiery charms and a need to protect her.

Despite Isaac’s assurances and the dreams that guide her, what can Ruth and her lover do to drive off this evil? Despite everything, will the world end at the hands of an evil god?

That’s been kind of interesting since there’s a lot of research involved in getting the setting and time period just right.

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! 🙂

Celtic Myths and Legends – Guest Author Juli D. Revezzo

A little bit more about my new release, Passion’s Sacred Dance. Wonder where I got the idea?

via Celtic Myths and Legends – Guest Author Juli D. Revezzo.

illustration of Lugh's magic spear by H.R. Millar

Thanks, S.G. Rogers for hosting me! (I love this picture, don’t you? illustration of Lugh’s magic spear by H.R. Millar.

Reading required….

Okay, maybe required isn’t exactly correct, but it sure recharges the ole batteries sometimes. I’ve been revising the heck out of two books, and writing a third something, (heh. Threes. She does things in threes. Gee…wonder why…) and reading a fourth novel. So I needed a little break from fiction.

redhairedgirlbogI’ve been reading a lot about Druids–well, have been for years but have dipped my toes, or nose, rather, back into the books of late. I’m skimming through the first chapter of The Celts by Nora Chadwick (having enjoyed Imbas Forasnai a while back [thank you, Erynn Laurie Rowan for making it available again!]  I thought I’d give it another look…more on that later when I finish it, maybe).  Meanwhile, does anyone know of any books like Patricia Monaghan’s Red-Haired Girl from the Bog that I can add to my must read list? I just finished her book and though I’ve read mixed reviews of it, I enjoyed it. The basis of it is that Ms. Monaghan found herself in Ireland one year, chasing her roots, so to speak, and a deep love of the land emerged that had her going back to Ireland, year after year, picking out threads of the ancient Celts stories of the land and the gods/goddesses. She even mentioned some that are near and dear to my heart. *sigh* I, for one, loved it and would like to find more like it. (If I had one criticism of the book, I only wish she’d have included some photographs of the places she mentions in the book. I’d like to have seen what some of the landscapes look like without resorting to Google.) I took a lot of notes. Who knows if I’ll ever use all of them in a story. Never say never though!

Speaking of books, thanks to everyone who bought my books (The Artist’s Inheritance, Caitlin’s Book of Shadows or House of Cards)  in the Fantasy sales last month. I hope you enjoy them. And don’t forget to leave a review somewhere if you did. 🙂 I’m currently about to set about hitting the revisions for the follow up to The Artist’s Inheritance, so hope it can get out by my projected date. Maybe early summer at this point.  We’ll see. I’m still working on it, in between the one for TWRP that I mentioned below. 🙂