Smashwords Read an ebook sale

A second update in a week? Don’t faint. It’ll be okay! 😉 So, I just wanted to let you know, a few of my books are included in Smashwords’ Read an Ebook sale.

First, my faery tale romance Changeling’s Crown.

Changeling's Crown, fantasy romance

Disgraced faery godmother Ianthe doesn’t count on her new assignment throwing her into the path of handsome ranch hand Briak McGee. Even stranger, she never thought she’d fall in love with a human. But everything she touches in and out of Everland these days seems to backfire on her. Could love be just the thing to turn her luck around?

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Use the code EBW50 at checkout for 50% off.

There are more books to be found during their site-wide promotion!

(Offer good through March 11, 2023 )

Also on sale at Amazon, Kobo, and more. You can find all the stores on this handy one-stop link.

Also, my Gothic/Victorian romance House of Dark Envy is included in the sale.

House of Dark Envy, Gothic Romance, Juli D. Revezzo, Victorian Romance, Nickolai Tesla. Victorian magician


When Sarahjane attended a costume party, she didn’t expect to see her old beau whose lies labeled her a flirt in the eyes of London Society and who is now on the cusp of a world-changing discovery.

Has fate returned to grant Sarahjane and Felix their wishes, or terrorize them?

Use the code EBW50 at checkout for 50% off the usual price.

(Offer good through March 11, 2023 )

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If you enjoy them, please leave a review! If you already have them, please share this post. Have a lovely weekend.

Clockwork and Courtship: Now available for preorder

Book 3 in the Gears, Cogs, and Puppy Dogs series is now available for preorder. It’s coming out December 28th!

Vesta's Clockwork Companions, Steampunk romance, historical romance, kindle


Vesta returns to London, eager to solve the canine crisis once and for all. As she meets with a group of Her Majesty’s scientists and alchemists, their work renews her hope that the puppy population might be restored–even if it renders her clockwork companions obsolete. Despite Vesta’s frustration with their pace, her forthcoming marriage to Henry provides inspiration. Unfortunately, if the irresistible rogue cannot follow her father’s rules and reform his impetuous ways, her father might cancel the ceremony.

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May 22, 1888

“BEFORE WE GO, there will be some rules for you two.” Vesta’s father replaced a few items back into his bags that he’d removed earlier. He gave the zipper a tug.
Vesta closed her clockwork pets back into her bag. Henry too stopped what he was doing. “Yes sir?”
The tall, lanky form of the captain dominated the airship bridge, binoculars to his eyes. At his command, his crew scampered down the decks readying the craft to land. Vesta ignored them for her father. What was he about to slam down on them? She didn’t have long to wait to find out.
“Henry, you will be a perfect gentleman. No touching more than Vesta’s hand.”
Vesta rolled her eyes. “Daddy.”
“What if she trips and falls into my arms?”
Her father glared at him. “I will catch her.”
“Of course you will, Johnathon.” Henry picked the shawl off the back of the chair Vesta had lately vacated and draped it over her shoulders.
“Number two, you won’t be alone together if I can help it. Number three. Henry, you will alert me to any desire you have to visit. In writing. As you plan to stay in Nottingham, I don’t expect to hear from you more than once a week. Fridays.”
Would it be any different from the letters the two of them—and Percy—exchanged when they were teens? Still, she wanted more than letters. Vesta shrugged. “I’ll need his help more than on Fridays.”
“Parker will find you an assistant if you need it.”
The look on Henry’s face told Vesta he was growing more annoyed. “Anything else, sir? Should I dedicate myself to the nearest monastery, too?”
“That wouldn’t be a bad idea, but unnecessary.” Her father set his bag by the door.
“I doubt they’d keep you,” Acton quipped.
Henry scoffed. “Again, you’re thinking of yourself. Anything else?”
“Four. You won’t seek out trouble.”
“What kind?”
“No drinking, no fist fights, no sneaky deals.” Johnathon waved a hand to Acton. “Whatever he’d do? Do the opposite.”
“Four rules?” They didn’t sound so horrible, Vesta thought. “I can live with those rules—but I’d prefer if he was welcome any day.”
“Once he proves himself.”
The airship circled in for a landing. They’d been in the air a full day and night, and Vesta was glad to see the port. She scooped up her carpet bags, three, this time, filled with her clockwork puppies. She’d wedged all her clothes in around the precious pups.
Puffy clouds competed with the plumes of smog from the trains and factories for dominance over the London sky. The dark clouds made her lament again the need to leave the clear open spaces of her Texas home. Unlike last time, she hoped to be home before the end of summer. I suppose that will depend on Her Majesty. “I wish I had time to make more puppies before we left.”
Her father patted her shoulder. Both knew, after the trouble at their ranch the last week, and the injuries to her hands, how hard that would’ve been. “I’m sure you have enough to prove their worth to Queen Victoria.”
Henry took her bags from her and shoved one at Acton, while taking up his own. “Especially after she hears how they performed against Napler and his goons. Once Parker tells her men the entire tale, you’ll have more work than you know what to do with, I’m sure.”
Hundreds of people traversed the airship terminal, yet, Acton and Henry maneuvered through them as if they’d never left. Outside, a man met them. “Mr. Bartlett, Mr. Parker would like you to join he and his colleagues.”
Vesta looked the man over. Tall but somewhat dumpy with thick arms, he had dark hair and eyebrows curving over brown eyes and a wide nose.
“Yes sir.”
“Pray tell.” Her father needed more information. “Who would he like us to meet?”
“A few of his men, and beyond them…” He paused. “Well, you will see.”
He hailed a hackney cab for them and the porters loaded their trunks onto it. Meanwhile, Vesta squeezed into the front facing seat beside her father. The carriage bounced over the streets, the sunlight shining in her eyes. She found pleasure in taking in the architecture of the city. Maneuvering around omnibuses, they exited Blackfriars headed for Regent’s Park.
Smoke rose from chimneys all around. The carriage turned another corner and they approached a building of dark brick. On its roof, men stood. She eyed them, wondering.
“You have men on the roof?”
“I don’t think they’re men,” his father said. “Unless they’ve prosthetics?”
“Like the fellows our president employs?”
“Maybe so.”
When the carriage stopped, they exited, and proceeded into the portico. Two large men with metallic skin guarded the door.
Parker greeted them at the door and led them inside. Vesta asked, “Do we need such guards?”
“Don’t worry yourself, Miss Bartlett,” Parker said. “They may not be human, but the moment you step inside here, they will defend you to the best of their ability.” The men opened the door for them and Parker led them into a wide corridor. “But you won’t need such defense this morning.”
Inside, fine marble and plaster statues stood on pedestals, here and there. A painting of Queen Victoria hung on one wall in the path of the sun, as if the sun spotlighted it.
Men in uniforms with all manner of medals attached to them traversed the halls and up a staircase. She lost count of how many of the men paused long enough to bow to her. As many as hesitated for a second before doing so.
She met Parker’s gaze. “Are you sure I’m allowed to be here?”
“Oh, my dear girl. You are our guest of honor today.” He approached the office. Two more men, flanking it, opened the door.
“That’s right.” Her father touched her back. “And even if you weren’t, remember what I’ve always taught you. Don’t ever think you’re not enough for some man.”
“Would that everyone thought that way,” she said, remembering her visit to the Texas president. The office into which she stepped reminded her of the entryway into the president’s dining room. But it was a room unto itself with wide windows, its curtains letting in the sunlight. A desk took up the opposite end of the room whose wall nearby, she noticed, was blank.
Despite her father’s glare, Henry smoothed a hand over her back. Vesta relaxed more at his touch. Surely, this meeting would go better than their meeting with President Nunez.
A fellow entered through a door at the back of the office. Tall, slim, and with light hair and eyes, he seemed unlike anyone she’d met before. “Is this Major General Gordon?”
“That would be his spokesman, Miss Bartlett.”
The fellow carried a few folders under his arm.
Once again, the door behind her opened. Two more men entered. She was the only woman in the room.
The man came and settled at the head of the table. “Gentlemen.” He dipped his head to her. “Miss Bartlett, my thanks to you for coming. I’m Colonel Sayer.” They exchanged the usual greetings and Sayer offered them seats at the table before he spoke. “I realize you only just arrived, Miss Bartlett. However, you understand I’m anxious over what Mr. Parker has told me of your recent discovery. May I also add that I’m pleased to see you fare so well?”
Vesta nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
“If I may,” Henry said. “I understand you’re a busy fellow. Why don’t you tell us why you invited us here on such short notice?”
“I’m coming to that. Gentlemen, the stories in the American press have compromised our hopes for secrecy. To be clear, I mean the stories about your … pets, Miss Bartlett.”
Oh, my word! They’d heard everything about what happened on her ranch. She’d hope they hadn’t. “I must apologize, sir. I didn’t mean for the public to take my work as—”
“Anything more than a pastime?” said one of the other men. “We know. Secrecy on this project was never going to be sustained.”
“No?” Colonel Sayer studied them. “Miss Bartlett, Mr. Bartlett. This is Jasper Tiberius.”
Mr. Tiberius nodded to her. “Miss Bartlett.”
“And to his left is Frank Ainsley.” This fellow had long, light brown hair, which, despite the heat of the afternoon, he wore down.
She gave both men curt nods.
“Pleased to meet you, gentlemen.” Her father turned back to the fellow at the head of the table. “If we’re all here, Colonel Sayer, can you tell us what you need of us?”
Sayer opened a case before him and drew out a pair of glasses, and placing them on his nose, opened the first folder. “Your little creations removed you from that burning barn. Can you tell me how they managed to do so?”
Vesta folded her hands around the handle of her carpet bag. “I can say I’ve created them to help mankind. Several commands have been wired into their innards.”
“Fetch, lie down.” The man to her father’s right, brass encasing most of his right arm, and medals on his coat, nodded. “Charming.”
“None of which accounts for moving its owner out of harm’s way.” Sayer scanned the papers. “You’ve taught them to remove dangerous objects from the vicinity of a person. Our soldiers and—presumably—civilians?”
“That was an objective your generals requested, yes.” Her father eyed her. “Perhaps that explains it.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t think it was a crime to program them with loyalty, but I can’t explain how the puppies rescued us.”
“Indeed not, Miss Bartlett. If we are to mimic reality, why should you not?” Sayer flipped another page in his file. “Dogs have been known to react as yours did. However, who’s seen a toy do so? Your clockwork companions have taken a step farther than any windup puppy I know of. But before I offer my congratulations we’d all like to see it.”
Vesta tightened her grip on her carpet bag. “I don’t know if I can make them rescue you when there’s no threat here, Colonel Sayer.”
“But rest assured, sir, they will.” Acton sat forward and placed his forearms on his knees, studying the colonel. “Why, I saw them pull several men out of that fire. Not just Miss Vesta.”
“You don’t say? I’d like to see that.”
Still, Vesta hesitated.
Her father laid a hand to her back. “It’s all right, Vesta. They’ve commissioned the things, after all.”
“That’s right. They’re as ready as they’re going to be.” Henry winked at her. “Besides, I doubt anyone here will say boo to you.”
Vesta laughed and opened her bag. “I suppose you’re right.”
Inside, her puppies shrank back, but stared up at her. Vesta stroked the nearest one’s snout. “Come on, girl. It’s time for you to show our friends what you can do.”
The puppy whined.
The man to her left scoffed. “I’m surely hearing things.”
Vesta removed the puppy from her bag and set it before Colonel Sayer. “This is one, sir.”
“What is it?” asked Mr. Ainsley. “A male?”
“She tends to consider them all little girls,” Acton said. “Of the puppy persuasion, I mean.”
Vesta clucked her tongue in a scolding manner. “They’re clockwork. They may be any gender you wish.”
“Does it have a name?”
“I leave that up to the individual adopter.” She glanced at Colonel Sayer. “If you’ll permit me?”
He nodded. She rose. The other men began to but she waved them back. As they regained their seats, she rounded Henry’s chair and, approaching the end of the table, snapped her fingers. The clockwork puppy wagged its tail, turned to face her, and trotted down the table. “You see they come on command.”
“She set an intention into their wires to ensure your men won’t have to call out to them.” Her father took up the explanation. “Don’t want to put them at risk.”
The man to the right laced his hands over his belly. “Indeed. A good thing, that. But we’ve another thing we’d like to see.”
“Name it. They can run, jump.” Henry smiled. “Pull bodies out of fires, as you’ve heard. All useful in battle.”
“What of the rest? I read that you use some form of steam to make their clockwork run.”
“Ah.” Vesta put the first puppy back into her bag and retrieved more. These had somehow escaped what happened in their blacksmith shed. “I know what you’ll ask. If its power source is steam, what will your men do in the desert? I’ve succeeded in building a few with wind-up mechanisms.” She turned its key as far as it would go; the puppy vibrated, and marched straight for Colonel Sayer.
“And the ones that pulled you from the fire?”
She mentally crossed her fingers and removed one of those from her bag.
The men leaned forward a little more, studying.
The puppy walked a circle, presenting its head to her for a scratch; he even nuzzled into her palms.
“I want to see him curl up.”
Vesta commanded the puppy to lie down. “Take a nap, now. We won’t need you, right away.” The puppy did as she instructed, its back bowing as it found a comfortable spot.
“I’ll be.” Colonel Sayer rose from his chair. Vesta noticed the fellow limped. Why, she wondered.
He leaned over the puppy, and placed his hand to his chin. “Hmm…”
Vesta glanced to Henry, wondering. What did he mean by “hmm…”? Nothing in Henry’s gaze, or her father’s, gave her the answer.
“Charming.” Sayer addressed the men. “Here, now, gentleman, you see we may have many representations of the species, here, and indeed, in books. What we lack, what we’d like, is a living, breathing version. I’d think you’d do your work better if we had a true model to compare with yours.”
“What’s left in the museums?” Mr. Tiberius likewise studied her puppy. “That’s the model you worked from, Miss Bartlett?”
“To a certain extent,” her father said.
“Mind you, Queen City has no museum.” Vesta picked the puppy up and returned to her seat, settling it into her lap. “But I do have a book of Audubon’s sketches.”
“You’ve worked from art? Commendable, but isn’t that the hard way?”
Henry rankled. “Sir, you don’t expect her to craft it from life, do you?”
“No, but forgive me, you’re alchemists as we are.”
He is? Vesta looked to her father.
“As you’ve seen the drawings, your work should animate itself.”
“Does yours?” her father asked.
“Doesn’t yours?”
Her father declined to answer.
“I’ve never tried,” Vesta said.
“Because it would only inflame what others think of us,” her father said. “You’ll forgive me, but my family raised me to be cautious.”
“Even though you joined the army.”
Her father nodded.
Mr. Ainsley approached and touched the puppy. This close, the man seemed far more delicate than on her first impression. The puppy squirmed around and sniffed his fingers. That was when she noticed the right forefinger bent in at the knuckle. Perhaps he was older than she thought. “Charming, Miss Bartlett. A nice model, certainly. We may yet have a need for it. As a model to work from.”
“Wait.” Vesta broke in. “What is it you’re working on?”
Colonel Sayer removed a paper from his folders and regained his seat. “For a start, if you won’t mind sharing your prototype, we’d like to make one for each of our generals.”
She hugged her bag a little closer. “I’m uncertain I can do it for you. How many would you need?”
“Twenty, but the newer generals would make it closer to thirty.”
Thirty? She’d barely been able to make the few she’d sent to them so far.
“We do have manufacturers, if that would be of help.”
“If you wish a simple matter of metal, gears, and cogs, then yes,” her father answered for her.
Henry waved his hand to them. “But such a one as these? I doubt your manufacturers can replicate it exactly.”
“You’d need an Alchemist, I don’t doubt,” said Mr. Tiberius. “And even I can’t power thirty at once. Not without a nap.”
“Anyone of us would need rest after something like that.” She’d slept half the day away after what happened back home.
Colonel Sayer tapped his fingers on the table. “Perhaps we should think about recruiting a regiment of alchemists then.”
“Good luck to you, when most of them are in hiding.” Henry nodded to Mr. Tiberius. “Present company excluded.”
“He’s right, Sayer. Our governments would have to repeal the anti-alchemy laws first.” Mr. Tiberius looked at her. “I’m only here because we were all part of the regiment before he tapped us for this little project.”
That begged a question in her mind: “I take it your work has been unsuccessful to this point?”
“In animating an animal the way you seem to have, Miss Bartlett? Were I, would this discussion be necessary?”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“That’s not to say we haven’t tried.” Colonel Sayer opened a drawer and pulled forth several more folders. “I could take up your whole day by explaining our past experiments, unless you’d like to read about them yourself.”
She took the folders he held out to her. Inside, the first sheet explained the work, in dense, unbroken blocks of text. Alongside these, someone made sketches of dogs in dark deliberate pencil strokes. Aware of the time, she closed the folder. “Thank you, I’ll read as much as I can tonight and return it to you tomorrow.”
“Correction. We’ll read after we take some rest,” her father said. “Though I appreciate Mr. Parker’s enthusiasm, I have to admit, I haven’t stopped vibrating yet.”
The men laughed, and Parker even blushed. “Airship travel will do that to one. With what do you wish us to begin today, Colonel?”
“What I’d like is to put you straight to work. We appreciate your clockwork animals, Miss Bartlett, we do. However, as you’ll see when you read those documents, we’d like to go a further step.”

What’s the colonel suggesting? You’ll have to read to find out!

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Sale for Memorial Day

Hi, everyone. I meant to tell y’all about this the other day, but yes, I’ve another sale. For Memorial Day, I’ve put my military fantasy novel Frigga’s Lost Army on sale through June 7th.

Frigga's Lost Army, historical fantasy, Norse mythology, Teens and Young Adult fantasy


In the winter of 1943, Benjamin is just a grunt and Army cook—until he finds himself captured, along with his unit, taken prisoner by Mussolini’s troops after the Battle of Tunisia.

Transported to a POW camp in Italy, Benjamin is plagued with intense visions of the Norse Goddess Frigga and her retinue of Valkyries, berserkers, and other magical beings.

When he encounters a woman bearing an uncanny resemblance to the goddess, he wonders if he hasn’t been entangled in a battle between the natural and the supernatural—a battle for the present and the future.

You can read a sample here.

You can find it at Amazon, Kobo, Itunes and Nook. Enjoy!

Oh, and I hope you like the new book trailer! 🙂

New Year, new release

For this new year’s day, I wanted to pop in and wish you a happy new year, full of the best that makes you happy. Let’s spread happiness this year, shall we?

So, did you accomplish all you set out to this, past year? I did–for the most part. I’ll be shuffling some of last year’s tasks into the 2022 and I have some news!  At long last, my next audiobook has released.

Vesta's Clockwork Companions Audiobook

That’s right. There’s now an audiobook version of Vesta’s Clockwork Companions. My narrator, Karen Rose Richter, worked very hard on this audiobook and I think she did a fantastic job! I can’t wait until you all hear how she voiced the heroine and hero–and especially the hero’s best friend. Her portrayal of him is, I think, worth the listen. 🙂

The audiobook is available here:
Audible US
Audible UK

Audible France

Audible Germany

I hope you will enjoy it!

Anyway, just a final word to say, thanks for sticking with me again this year, and I look forward to chatting with you again soon!
Best wishes,
Juli D. Revezzo

Update and a Smashwords thing

Hi folks, how are ya? For a short update today I’ve enrolled in Camp Nanowrimo again. Got some edits to take care of. (What? Ya think just because I released a new novel in Antique Magic the other day the writing stops? Au contraire! 🙂 So for my Preptober peeps, that’s going. Are you participating? (if you don’t have it, and you want, my Preptober guide, I don’t see why you couldn’t use it for Camp Nano or any writing project to be honest. It’s what I’m using. 🙂

Aside from that, I enrolled several of my books in Smashwords Summer sale again. You can find the Reign of Tarot boxed set on sale for 50% off, as well as Druid Warrior Prince for $.99. And if you were looking for Caitlin’s Book of Shadows in one of those times Amazon “helpfully” wiped out its freebie status, it’s always free there. These are also available at Amazon for their reduced prices if you’d rather shop there.

I hope you all have a happy Independence day, (or, if you’re not in America, a great weekend).

New in the enchanted world of Antique Magic!

So, I bet you wonder what I’ve been doing. I did not fall off the face of the Earth. I’ve been busy writing. If you’ve been around for a while, you know this, you’ve seen my books in the Antique Magic series. Haven’t you? So with that in mind, I have a new release to show you. Ready?


Witch’s Wood!

Witch's Wood by Juli D. Revezzo, urban fantasy, Antique Magic series, dragons, King Arthur


Caitlin and Trevor inherit a set of enchanted knitting needles, needles that tangle them in another supernatural yarn. Yet the acquisition has freed their most hated enemy and he wants the needles as much as they do. But why are they so important to him? The clues may serve to solve their family’s long-standing mystery. Or lead them right into his clutches.

Can the couple cast off this twisted enigma or will their inheritance unravel their lives?

This particular installment sees them receiving … well, two things, actually, a map, which (if you read the previous book in the series, The Dragon’s Seamstress, you already know a little about) and–when Trevor’s sister-in-law visits–a set of knitting needles that…come with a very interesting story and a familial connection of which they never dreamed. What is it? Let’s go find out. 🙂

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(If you have KU, it’s also available to borrow there, but if you were to purchase, the book is $1 off its regular price for the next few days!)

The rest of the series is, of course, as follows:

The Artist’s Inheritance

Caitlin’s Book of Shadows

Drawing Down the Shades

Mourning Dove Locket

The Dragon’s Seamstress

A Light Yule Problem

Witch’s Wood <–You are here.

As the series is sequential, I really recommend you read them in order, if you haven’t already. Enjoy and thank you for reading Caitlin’s stories! If you read them, don’t forget to leave reviews, particularly at Amazon.