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Bloodroot Book Tour with Excerpt

September 4, 2021 by in category Apples & Oranges by Marianne H. Donley, Rabt Book Tours tagged as , , , ,

Historical Fiction

Date Published: 08-01-1021

Publisher: BQB Publishing

England, 1609. Matthew did not trust his friend, Richard’s stories of Paradise in the Jamestown settlement, but nothing could have equipped him for the privation and terror that awaited him in this savage land.

Once ashore in the fledgling settlement, Matthew experiences the unimaginable beauty of this pristine land and learns the meaning of hope, but it all turns into a nightmare as gold mania infests the community and Indians become an increasing threat. The nightmare only gets worse as the harsh winter brings on “the starving time” and all the grizzly horrors of a desperate and dying community that come with it.

Driven to the depths of despair by the guilt of his sins against Richard and his lust for that man’s wife, Matthew seeks death, but instead finds hope in the most unexpected of places, with the Powatan Indians.

In this compelling and extensively researched historical novel, the reader is transported into a little-known time in early America where he is asked to explore the real meanings of loyalty, faith, and freedom.

 

 

 

 

 

About The Author

 

 

A retired Aviation Safety Inspector for the FAA, Daniel V. Meier, Jr. has always had a passion for writing. During his college years, he studied History at the University of North Carolina, Wilmington (UNCW) and American Literature at The University of Maryland Graduate School. In 1980 he published an action/thriller with Leisure Books under the pen name of Vince Daniels.

He also worked briefly for the Washington Business Journal as a journalist and has been a contributing writer/editor for several aviation magazines. In addition to Bloodroot, he is the author of the award-winning historical novel, The Dung Beetles of Liberia that was released in September 2019 and the highly acclaimed literary novel, No Birds Sing Here in April 2021.

 

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Excerpt

Bloodroot

Daniel Meier

Chapter 8

MONOCANS

The night slowly yielded, as it always does, to happy daylight. Never was I so happy to see it come. The dark, strange shapes slowly became bushes, or the trunks of trees covered with vines, or they disappeared altogether—mere night shadows. All manner of birds awoke and greeted the day with their particular songs. The sun warmed and dried the ground which yielded a sweet, wild scent.

The Lieutenant himself came to fetch us from our post, saying to me that we were less than a day’s march from the land of the Saponi, and there we might expect to bargain for fresh victuals and peaceful relations. So, after breakfasting on more dried beef, we continued our march along King James River, going further into the interior of this strange land.

The men had begun to grumble about the value of our undertaking and openly doubting that any of us would return alive. Lieutenant Webster did his best to appease them but, as the day wore on, their complaints grew stronger. The Lieutenant ordered a halt. He reckoned that we were well out of the land of the Monacans and ordered camp to be made on a height next to the river. There were many hours of daylight left, and he ordered our best marksmen, of which I was not one, to go into the woods and kill the fattest deer they could find.

The Lieutenant himself went in search for whatever fruits the land would provide. He soon returned with his hat and shirt full of berries which looked similar to English strawberries but with a sweeter, juicer taste. We heard a musket report not too far off and, in less than half an hour the marksmen returned, bearing a large male deer strung on a carrying pole.

Every man in the camp, including myself, was most happy over the prospect of fresh meat. We set about dressing the deer and constructing several roasting pits. In a short while we had the best cuts of the venison sizzling over glowing wood coals. The unusable parts of the animal we buried away from our campsite. To clean ourselves of the blood and animal fat, we bathed and frolicked, like schoolboys, in the running cool waters of the river.

When the meat was done, we sat around the fire, naked as Indians except for a loincloth which the Lieutenant demanded that we wear. We feasted on well cooked meat until we could not force another mouthful down. We then lay by the fires, gorged as the most gluttonous of Romans, and instantly fell asleep. I hardly gave a thought to whatever Indians might be lurking about.


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Mystic Invisible Book Tour and Giveaway

June 4, 2021 by in category Apples & Oranges by Marianne H. Donley, Rabt Book Tours tagged as , , , ,
 
 

YA Fantasy

Date Published: 3/17/21

Publisher: Winter Goose Publishing

Fifteen-year-old Monte moves to the mystically jeopardized Highlands of Scotland and discovers that life as a Celtic wizard is anything but easy. Whisperings of abnormal enchantments and vicious cat siths grip the small town he now calls home. Fear is at the helm and the instigator is unknown. An indefinite moratorium on magic is enforced. In a race against darkness, Monte and his friends must choose who to trust before time runs out, even if it means breaking some rules and facing danger head on.

 

About The Author


Ryder Hunte Clancy has lived most of her life in the desert but her heart belongs to the sea; her happy place, where brine and mist abound and allusive waves caress expansive stretches of compacted sand. A tried and true stay-at-home mom, she is often found scribbling notes between diaper changes or connecting plot points while everyone else sleeps. She survives off of toddler snacks like apple slices and cheese, and has just as much trouble keeping up with her fictional, teenage characters as she does her three small children. Mystic Invisible is her debut novel, the inspiration of which was gleaned from her husband’s homeland of Scotland, where fantasy, mystery, and folklore are rich and hits of adventure linger around every corner.

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Mystic Invisible

Ryder Hunte Clancy

“Besides,” Garrick continued. “What else am I supposed to do? There’s not a lot of potential to

make hard and fast friends here, seeing as we’re the only Mystics around.”

“You could play with those madger thingies,” Monte suggested, as though he were the big

brother, not Garrick. He squinted at the line of firs across the field.

“And when would I ever need night-vision goggles?” Garrick asked. “That’s all they are.

They’re rudimentary.”

“Rudimentary?” Monte could never keep up with Garrick’s fancy words.

“Primal . . . basic . . . old,” Garrick rattled off.

His rant was interrupted by a loud whoop. The shout crossed through the field—a teenage battle

call—as a pale, springy kid scurried out from the firs.

“Finn?” Monte asked. “It’s Finn Cornelius!”

Finn sprung through the jungle of grass like a nymph, fear plastered across his face, pursued by a

posse of very large high school-aged boys.

“Hey!” Garrick tore toward the group. “Get away from him!”

Monte raced after his brother. A dark blur flashed in his peripheries, knocking him to the ground.

Dull lights, like distant stars, mottled his vision as he tumbled to a stop in the muddy grass. A

girl with scraggly black hair and bronzy skin stood above him. “Cameron?” He scrambled to his

Feet.

Cameron’s stare met his, her caramel eyes familiar and intense. The rainbow lights hung around

her neck, much dimmer than Monte remembered.


My Story and the Journey to Eye See

RYDER HUNTE CLANCY

For the dream seekers,
The downtrodden,
The courageous champions of good cause.
For the quirky and the quelled,
The unseen genius and
The undiscovered voice.
For the loud but unheard,
The soft and tender hearted.
For the quiet and devoted.
For the wallflowers,
The late bloomers,
Those ugly ducklings, now swans.
For the invisible ones.
I see you,
I hear you,
And I believe.

​We are the change.

I recently had the opportunity to give my website a makeover. In doing so, it gave me the

opportunity to pen the above mission statement. This is what I live by. It’s what I march to

every day, rain or shine. It’s what I believe; from my calloused, keyboard-typing fingers, to the

very nucleus of my being. Everyone has a voice that should be heard, most especially those who

don’t believe they do. I used to be one of those people. I was more than just a wallflower. I was

invisible; so timid and “ordinary” that I was easily overlooked. But I always craved to be heard. I

tried many things to satiate that big, booming urge inside of me. However, it wasn’t until well

into adulthood that the anvil finally dropped. With a baby on my lap and a toddler at my feet, I

picked up a pen and started writing. The rest was history. I’m still quiet by nature but I have

finally found my voice, and so can you!

-Ryder

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Sins in Sunlight Book Tour

February 8, 2021 by in category Apples & Oranges by Marianne H. Donley, Rabt Book Tours tagged as , , , , , ,
 
 

 

 

Of Courts and Desire, Book 2

 

Dark Paranormal Romance

Date Published: January 18, 2021

Publisher: FyreSyde Publishing

 

 

The Sunfire Queen, Sierra, has waited for her chance to rule, thinking life would be better with her mother dead. She was wrong. The Court of Light is in Shambles. Her people are terrified and despise her. She has no friends, no love, and no hope. When a new war hovers on the horizon, Sierra must find the lost beastkyn Mikhail or her court will perish, and she’ll lose her shot at redemption.

 

Quick to grin and quicker to kill, Mikhail has made his share of mistakes–being imprisoned has given him time to ponder each poor decision. But when Sierra frees him, he earns the opportunity to make some more. She’s gorgeous and despite her fiery nature, as cold as the snow-capped mountains of Russia. He can’t wait to see how fast he can make her melt.

 

 

 

 
 
 

 

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Rachel Hailey was born and raised in the South. She’s all about that nerd life and in between writing she’s dedicated herself to raising the next generation of nerds. If she’s not online or staring at a book she can usually be found at the local game store rolling dice, shuffling cards, or planning her next cosplay.

Her childhood was most prominently shaped by the works of R.L. Stine, Stephen King, Anne Rice and the Brothers Grimm.

 

 

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Sins in Sunlight

Rachel Hailey

Mikhail leaned down, giving her plenty of time to turn her head or pull away. The orange specks bloomed in her eyes. He closed the minuscule gap, capturing her lips. They were as soft as rose petals. He stifled a hiss of pleasure as her mouth opened under his, and when his tongue swept over hers, her entire body shuddered, and she moaned. 
He deliberately kept his hands where they were, but how they wanted to roam down her body. Too soon, the song ended, and she broke the kiss. 

He opened his mouth to apologize, but stopped. He wasn’t sorry about keeping secrets. This was how his life was. Yet, when he looked up and found her brown eyes leveled on him, the scent of sadness rolling through the car, he was sorry this was the life he had to offer. 


“How many other secrets are you hiding?” she asked, but not accusingly, more like she was as tired of his issues as he was of hers. 

“Enough.” 


“So, where does that leave us?” Sierra asked, voice low. 

He smiled, baring his teeth. “The closest thing to friendship two Kyn royals can have.”

The pink lightkyn made a strangled sound, her back pressed harder against the door. He expected her to disappear into the glass.


Scalded by shame again, his talons shrank. He ran a hand through his hair. None of this was the girl’s fault. He opened his mouth to apologize, but before the first syllable left his lips, she exploded into laughter. The sound was like chiming bells and as lyrical as a child’s rhyme. Although beautiful, it was joyless and manic, the kind of sound the condemned might make as they laughed on their way to the gallows. 


Reassessing her threat level, it was his turn to take a step away. Was she dangerous or merely unbalanced? Any creature who laughed like that needed to be handled carefully. 


“Are you well?” he asked as the loud peals continued to ring out.

 
“No, I am most certainly not,” she said between gasps. “Are you?” She collapsed against the door, dropping her injured arm.


Wary of the lightkyn and her bizarre reactions, he shook his head. “No.”


She sobered and looked at him with soulful brown eyes. “I suppose you wouldn’t be. Would you like to come inside?”


“Who are you?”


“Sierra.”


“Sierra,” he said, tasting the name. It rang with power and depth, matching this girl with wild laughter and sad eyes. “Will you help me escape before the new ruler finds me?”


She smiled, revealing even white teeth, and tilted her head. The last of the sunlight fell across her face like a mask. “I’m afraid it’s too late for that. I am the new Queen of The Court of Light.”


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