We’re so pleased to have author Aisling Mancy joining us today to help us wind down our Blogiversary Month Celebration. Ash is sharing an excerpt from his novel Sleight of Heart, and is offering a signed print copy of the book to one lucky reader. You can find entry details below.
Happy Fifth Blogiversary to Lisa and all the wonderful people at The Novel Approach! It’s utterly awesome to be here!
The Novel Approach is an essential part of our community. Thanks to Lisa, we celebrate each book release, each review, monthly Booyah Books, and more, here. Lisa not only has the patience of Job (especially with me), she never fails to go above and beyond for all of us. We know for certain that we’re loved, supported, and respected here. It’s no wonder that I spend every release day with Lisa and The Novel Approach. So, thank you from the bottom of my heart, Lisa, for all your hard work. You are a positive influence and powerful voice on behalf of this community and all of us authors. We’re incredibly lucky to have you, and plainly stated, would be lost without you.
To get everyone in the mood for the holidays, I’m giving away a signed print copy of Sleight of Heart! Happy Holidays to Lisa, everyone at The Novel Approach, and to all of our wonderful readers out there!
Pesha stepped into the garden, used his peripheral vision to search for Sax, and didn’t find him. He looked out over the pewter grey ocean, and then up at the sky. It was clear and sunny for a December day, but the air was icy cold. Still no Sax. He sat on the bench, and his hip bumped something hard. He looked down to find a small rock atop a piece of paper. Believing it was a note from Taliesin, he opened it with a smile, and froze when he read it.
Warring thoughts and bouts of tears had Pesha listless. Taliesin loved him, he was certain, and he had a home that would allow him to mitigate his sins—all while he committed others. All said, he was in the home of a gadjo, and his father would banish him for being disloyal to his fellow Rom. His only hope had been to go home and plead for forgiveness.
In the end, it was Merripen’s note left on the bench in the garden that decided it for him. Merry had found him. How, he didn’t know or care. Merripen holding Marius hostage had foreboding and rabid worry pounding an inconsonant beat in his head. He promised Taliesin he would stay, and now he broke that promise. The only oath he had broken in his life, yet one that could seal his fate as unclean and unlucky permanently.
It was all he could do to put his now-properly-shod feet one before the other, and leave the castle. Another step—another jagged tear in his heart.
About the Book
A vampire mage, a Romani young man, and a love that won’t be denied.
Lord Taliesin Solitaire was born albino, cursed mute by the fey, and betrayed by a vampire lover. For two hundred years, the vampire mage has vowed never to love again and has only used sex as a means to a meal. Until a palm-reading gypsy finds himself in peril and Taliesin can’t resist rescuing the beautiful young man.
Pesha Sinclair is the eldest but smallest son of King Vaida Sinclair, the oppressive ruler of the Kåle Romani Compania. Deemed impure by his father, Pesha is shunned and mistreated by his band and four half-brothers, and one brother in particular wants him dead. His pale, silent savior gives him safety, security and a love he never could have imagined. As Pesha falls in love with his handsome white knight, his half-brother does the unthinkable.
Can Taliesin rescue Pesha from the cruel clutches of his half-brother a second time? Read Chapter One.
About the Author
Ash is an author who lives, most of the time, on the West Coast of the United States. Ash writes adult fantasy, science fiction, adult romance, and fiction for gay young adults as C. Kennedy.
Raised on the mean streets and back lots of Hollywood by a Yoda-look-alike grandfather, Ash doesn’t conform, doesn’t fit in, is epic awkward, and lives to perfect a deep-seated oppositional defiance disorder. In a constant state of fascination with the trivial, Ash contemplates such weighty questions as If time and space are curved, then where do all the straight people come from? When not writing, Ash can be found taming waves on western shores, pondering the nutritional value of sunsets, appreciating the much-maligned dandelion, unhooking guide ropes from stanchions, and marveling at all things ordinary. Ash does respond to emails because, after all, it is all about you, the reader.