In the midst of everything crazy (lost website server) one awesome thing shines through.
Raine Delight is featuring me on her blog!
Hurray!
http://authorrainedelight.com/blog/
Thanks so much Raine. ;o)
~ Aithne
(Sorry about some of my images missing here on this page. We are working on getting them back.)
Good Morning Readers! Today I'm pleased to announce that I am featured at Jeanne St. James' blog, The Rantings & Ravings of Jean...
There were two contest winners in this adventure. The IWOFA group grand prize winner wa K. Sutton. Congratulations!
My individual winner was drawn from the box by my son JP. (no he isn't the prize ;o)
C. Coyle wins a gift certificate.
I want to extend a thank you to all of my contest entrants. Bless you.
~ Aithne
~ Aithne
It’s time for some more fun! I’m teaming up with another group of authors. Kate Hill has created a Halloween page and we are working together.
Her contest page [here]
You will find a list of authors, contest questions and prizes.
Go for it!
Here’s my question…
From CONCENTRIC CIRCLES [4] The Gaderian; Spectrum of Shadows
Shayla has gone to a All Hallows Eve gathering with several other women present.
What does Shayla have hidden in her boot?
Excerpt:
Gail asked for blessings five more times before she came to Shayla.
“Blessed Mother, Shayla is new amongst us. Please guide her in her rightful destiny. Blessed Be. Amen.”
Nine women, said in unison, “Blessed be.”
With slow deliberate movements, everyone began dancing around the circle.
Shayla was filled with elation and a feeling of warmth as she joined in and their pace picked up. Some of the women began clapping.
The soft tha-thum of a drum vibrated through the garden. After several minutes, everyone shouted in ecstasy and sat in a circle, breathing rapidly from the excitement.
“Ladies.”
They silenced. The sound of falling water and flickering flames blanketed them.
Gail passed a glance around the circle. “As you all know, October is the time when the veils between the two worlds are at their thinnest. Each of you has brought something that is of familial importance. We come here tonight because the Wells have long been associated with bringing women together with their ancestors. When we honor them, we become much closer to who they were.”
Everyone pulled her artifact out.
Shayla fingered her locket, the gold filigree in her fingers invoked sudden uncharacteristic shyness. She tried to swallow the sensation and focused on the stone pathway beneath her. She had this small token, but she knew nothing of her family. Her mother’s face flashed through her mind. “This is all we have,” her mom said. She shivered at the boundless mystery of her past.
“Shayla, would you like to begin?”
The heat of a blush rose from her neck. The taste of her lip, memory of Meekal’s kiss upon it, calmed her slightly. She pulled the chain over her head. “I’ve been told this belonged to my grandmother. My grandparents died in an automobile accident when my mom was five. She grew up in a convent. This is the only thing I have of them.” Much to Shayla’s surprise, previously unshed tears fell.
Gail took the locket in her fingers. She studied it, and then whispered, “This is very beautiful. You are lucky to have such a treasure. There’s something else though, isn’t there, Shayla?”
A flash of energy went through her, rocketed forth by denial. “No!”
Gail’s eyes glistened, golden in the torch light. “Your boot, Shayla.”
She jumped, feeling the painful wideness of her eyes. While looking at Gail, she reached into her boot and pulled the black adamant handled sgian dhu out for all to see. “I bought this last month at a Celtic store in Cleveland. It has nothing to do with family or ancestors.” The small knife rested comfortably in her palm, filling her with a sense of comfort, the same as when she found it.
“Fascinating,” Gail said, yet not taking the small knife. “It’s an antique. Didn’t the shopkeeper tell you that?”
The adamant handle, looking brand new, hummed through her skin. “No.”
She experienced a slight sense of discomfort and protectiveness when Gail leaned forward and studied it closely without taking it.
“I don’t touch it, Shayla, because it’s your sacred artifact. In fact, if I recall its symbolic carvings correctly, it’s of the House of Asp. Its presence blesses and will guard you always.” Gail handed her locket back and turned to the next woman.
The rest of the Gaderian went by in a haze, Shayla’s mind preoccupied with the idea of buying a knife in Cleveland, Ohio that would bring her here tonight. Just another hint from the White Lady? Thoughts spun on a spiral of mystery as her fingers moved over the cool handle in her palm, pulling her mind back to the sleepy little shop, Circle’s Threshold into Ancient Journeys.
The glass case shimmered before her vision. There it was, lying on blood-red velvet. The sensual idea of having such a treasure pulled her like a persistent beacon toward home. “How much?” she asked, passing a hand over the glass case with longing. Connell, the man behind the counter, winked and passed the knife’s alluring power to her.
Everything after that blurred into memory’s oblivion.
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Aithne Jarretta
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IWOFA Contest is Officially Over!
I am thrilled to announce that we had 20 Readers come through my website. ;o) Frankly, I think that’s pretty cool.
The individual winning Reader from this site hasn’t been chosen yet.
After thinking about it I decided to wait and do my drawing when the IWOFA Grand Prize winner is selected. The Grand Prize will be awarded when all the IWOFA authors have sent in their contest entrant’s responses.
Don’t worry, the winners will also be notified by email. The names have been placed in my Magical Box and await the drawing. ;o)
I am so grateful for each Reader that took the time to work through the IWOFA scavenger hunt. Everyone is wonderful and an awesome reminder of why I started writing paranormal romance in the first place.
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