CONCENTRIC CIRCLES Teams up with TRS
What if everything you thought you knew turned up side down? Meet Shayla Brinawell. She’s a magical soul—but in serious denial.
Don’t misunderstand.
She isn’t prejudiced. She has been taught not to use her magic. That’s what you do when you’re in hiding. Self preservation.
Magic becomes the biggest secret of Shayla’s life.
This magical power lingers under her skin—moving with insistent potency. It pulses with anticipation and power while waiting for the day of her true awakening.
That day is finally here. Enter chaos, danger, death and redeeming love.
Everyone does it. Dreams of a courageous and sexy hero. Well…
Open your eyes.
Within the mists of Avalon there is a hidden legacy…
Meekal Magdal-eder Chilkwell is hidden in plain sight. The residents of Glastonbury, England know exactly who he is. His family has resided in close proximity of the mystical Tor for nearly one thousand years. People pass him on the street with a wave and a smile.
Everyone except the new villain in town. 
That’s because even in a place with the light of good magic there are many shadows of darkness. Syther is here to defy the Chilkwell legacy and conquer them.
Meekal’s greatest challenge must be faced in a brand new way. The balance of powerful magic rests upon his shoulders.
Help has just arrived. But first he must convince Shayla that the magic residing within her is there for the good of all. Can he succeed?
Here’s a Magical Moment™ just for you. Read a sexy (never before seen) excerpt:
From CONCENTRIC CIRCLES
[4] The Gaderian; Spectrum of Shadows
The cool stone wall of the Tor Sunset Inn cooled Shayla when she leaned against it. She looked into Meekal’s eyes, feeling his soul reaching out to her. “Kal,” she whispered breathlessly. “Do you really have to leave?”
He moaned and leaned in, pressing her against the wall of the Tor Sunset Inn.
She reciprocated with her own sounds of pleasure, and tilted her head into his caress. She bit her lower lip, her breathing rushed in passion’s determination. “Stay.”
He nibbled her lower lip for her, and then pulled away. “Don’t you want to have some time alone to think about what’s happened? I mean, White Lady, stray cats and Thyrzas. That’s a lot for one day and everything was strange for you.”
His breath on her face teased with an utmost yearning. With fierceness, she pulled him to her mouth, kissing him hungrily. Tremors of anticipation raced through her. She wanted to change his mind. Her leg joined in, moving up the outside of his, on its way to express desire. His racing heart beneath her fingers signaled the possibility of acquiescence. “I can think about it later, Kal. Stay.” She blew warm breath against the sensitive spot over his racing pulse.
He hissed like a cat and delved into her mouth, exploring and stroking.
She absorbed the pleasing sounds, feeling their combined breaths, and fondled him, thrusting her hips forward at the same time.
“Room number?”
“Nine.”
On a spiral of air, they arrived in her room. Their hands flashed in eagerness, clothing started flying, landing all around the room. Laughter, and then she pulled her blouse over her head.
Meekal drew back, eyes wide, and gasped.
Shayla leaned forward, letting his fingers explore her tattoo. On her left bicep, a snake wrapped a Celtic Triskel dagger. The esoteric symbolism represented an image of absolute protection. The snake’s body curled around to her back and over her shoulder. The head looked straight at Meekal with brilliant emerald eyes.
His fingers feathered over her, sending delightful little sparks in their wake. “When did you get this?”
She moved into his caress, absorbing him through her skin. “Twenty-first birthday. Mom had fits. Said I was trying to be…”
“Be what?”
“Well…” She sucked her lip in, eyeing him closely, feeling a bit tentative. “You know.” She sighed.
“It’s because she never approved of me using magic. She said it was because of cultural influences; the kind that came across the Pond and engulfed everyone’s life regardless of age. Just because an author becomes famous with an interpretation of magic that sweeps the nation with surprising influence doesn’t necessarily mean that’s where a tattoo comes from.”
She looked at her arm and ran a finger over the dagger’s blade, mesmerized even now by its presence. “Mom just didn’t get it,” she murmured softly. “It goes deeper than that or some cultural phenomenon. It’s a deeper part of me.” She raised her eyes to his, seeking understanding.
A grin spread across his face. In one swift movement, he pulled his tee shirt off, exposing his tattoo. An asp slithered through the concentric circles of the Vesica Pisces Pool resting to the left over his heart—protecting both. “The House of Asp. That was our clan.” Meekal’s voice was soft as he traced fingers over her shoulder, and then down to her breast.
“Clan?”
“Aye.” He stopped talking to kiss her deeply.
His fingers on her flesh fed a need like never before. Somewhere in her mind, she vaguely wondered about such intensity, but then succumbed to its power. She moaned, arching up and clutched his head to her breast. A shiver went through her when his wet tongue circled her nipple, pulling her skin into tight nubs.
Meekal clutched her tightly, gentleness becoming heated passion. He nipped playfully while his fingers explored.
She opened for him, moaning. The agony of blissful craving overcame her. “Kal!” She thrust her hips, encouraging him to take her.
He nipped her ear, and then breathed across it. “Not yet. We rushed before.”
A shiver at the resonance of his voice journeyed to her toes. She circled his erection with eager fingers.
He growled and delved into her mouth, stroking as though his life depended on her very presence. Pulling back when air became necessary, he ground his cock into her pelvic bone. “I want to feel you, slippery and wet around me. Stroke you till you scream.” A grin returned and then he flicked his tongue.
Laughter bubbled upward when she saw the gift magically conjured there. The condom, wrapped in gold, rested on the tip. He reached up, gripping the foil between his teeth and pulled. His fingers, so fast in preparation, jolted her anticipation to new levels.
Then mischievousness gave way to impulsive action. In one quick movement, her legs wrapped him with heated insistence. She gave a victorious cry when he slid into her.
Aithne Jarretta
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Realms of Fantasy Magazine
CONCENTRIC CIRCLES is lucky enough to be included in the October 2009 issue of Realms of Fantasy Magazine.This wonderful opportunity happens every two months due to the collective efforts of the lead authors in our scifi/fantasy/paranormal group -- IWOFA.
That's Infinite Worlds of Fantasy Authors. For more information on the group visit the website:
http://www.iwofa.net/
Our awesome leader Charlee spends countless hours maintaining the website, coordinating our ads (although she doesn't do them alone anymore) and she is also the moderator for our Yahoo Groups.
Did I mention that she has also authored and published 80 books. Yup. 80. (http://www.windlegends.org/)
ROF & Charlee have had a difficult year in 2009.
The magazine closed its doors because of business failure. Thank goodness for the fantasy world that the business was purchased and rescued.
Charlee had some deeply personal moments this year, but has bounced back from her loss and just recently signed her 80th contract.
Did I mention she is my heroine? I observed from afar and gain so much understanding about human resilience. Bless her.
That brief explanation brings me back around to CONCENTRIC CIRCLES (what can I say? I have a thing for circles ;o)
I am offering Realms of Fantasy fans who come to my site a bargain when purchasing CC. You will receive $1.50 off the list price, autographed copy and a FREE Read CD (pre-published excerpts from the sequel) included in your package.
Just use the buy button below or on the home page.
But first let me tell you a little bit about the book. (This is not the book blurb.)
Heroine Shayla Brinawell has always known that she is magical. In fact, her mother has strictly forbidden her from ever using magic. She grows up torn between love for her mother and deep secret of her soul.
Shayla has always waffled on the issue of magic. Sometimes she sneaks a spell she has made up. But when the spell works she still tells herself the experience wasn't real.
Little does she know her life is about to change dramatically and with the force and speed of high winds.
That's because a magical destiny is extremely potent.
Hero, Meekal Chilkwell has always used his magic with the purpose of safe guarding the Chalice Well and surrounding Glastonbury.
In fact, guardianship is his family's legacy.
Little does he know there's a missing link. He's about to discover it. Then he has the dual job of convincing Shayla that her magic has purpose and protecting the Well from it's latest villain.
Here's a link to a FREE chapter excerpt. Please note the chapter has an Adult rating.
CC excerpt: [7] Journey into Mayhem
Buy: CONCENTRIC CIRCLES ~ $13.50
Shipping (US only) ~ 3.00
Total ~ $16.50
~ Aithne
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Flashpoint
FLASHPOINT was my first published story. It is especially close to me because it's the shortest piece I've ever written.700 words.
I entered it in a Flashfiction contest and won a spot in The Florida Palm magazine. It was published in their summer 2006 issue.
Within the scope of this website move I was concerned that this little nugget would be lost in the shuffle so I'm adding it first before my other FREE reads. (Except CONCENTRIC CIRCLE excerpt #1 of course)
Read FLASHPOINT.
About Aithne Jarretta
Once upon a time Aithne Jarretta tripped upon a ley line. Actually it had happened before, but she didn't realize the ramifications until later. She brushed the incident aside and climbed into her car. Real life was the important factor at the moment. However, those RL moments wove into meeting new friends--the kind most people never see and definitely don't chat much about. Those friends came with persistent voices. Eventually Aithne brought them out of the closet and politely called them Muses. They became her virtual traveling companions and still journey with her today.
