And Kary will be back on my blog later this month for an interview - can't wait to chat about where she gets her inspiration from!
Without further ado, here's Kary and her awesome cover...
I'm not April fooling you. This really is my gorgeous cover for the soon-to-be released Queen of Jastain. Isn't it beautiful? Thank you to my talented graphic artist, Jeannie Ruesch, who can be found at her design website Will Design For Chocolate and thanks to my wonderful publishers, Steph and Marlene of Crescent Moon Press. I couldn't love it more.
Queen of Jastain, Book One in The Reign of Light Series releases on April 15, 2013
The Light brought
her to him, but does he have the faith to make her his queen?
For twenty years, Avant plotted revenge against the dark king,
but when a mysterious woman suddenly appears, everything changes. Although his
prophetic Gift reveals she's the Seed of Light chosen to restore the Crown, his
overwhelming attraction to the women threatens his long-held plan for revenge
and two decades of fidelity.
Abby Randall is inexplicably transported from Dallas to the
medieval land of Jastain. There she meets Avant, who claims she's the foretold
champion of his people. While the hot guy has her hormones pumping, his crazy
talk of defeating an evil king leaves questions to his sanity. Through his
supernatural Gift, Avant transplants his memories into her, but neither are
prepared for how their hearts intertwine.
Together they embark on their quest, but when Abby and Avant
come face to face with destiny, will they sacrifice what matters most to
provide a happily-ever-after for the people of Jastain?
Official Excerpt:
When Avant climbed back to the cave, his hair was wet. He'd
slicked it back from his face and tied it into a little ponytail with a leather
string. The sexy shadow of a light beard softened his angular jaw, and the
thick waves of his hair shined with chestnut highlights in the morning sun. It
was a good look for him, but then again, what wasn’t? Abby ran her fingers
through her own tangled tresses and pulled her hair back. What she wouldn't
give for a hairclip.
“Would you like a thong for your hair?”
She giggled at the word thong, certain that what she
pictured was not what he referenced. “Do you have an extra one? I’d like to
get it out of my face, and I don’t have anything.” Actually she had her own
thong, but she sure as hell wasn't putting it in her hair.
He immediately unlaced the tie at the neck of his shirt and
handed it to her.
She gasped and put a hand to her face to hide the heat in her
cheeks as his shirt fell open below his breast bone. “You don’t have to do
that.”
Her blood coursed wildly at the sight of the smooth muscles of
his chest. A soft sprinkling of dark hair beckoned her fingers. She swallowed
hard.
“It’s all right. Please use it. It will be a hard day’s
journey with hair in your face.” His words rang in her mind so sincerely she
forgot her embarrassment, but her eyes kept flitting to his heavenly chest.
“Thank you, Avant, and not only for the lace but for
everything you're doing to help me.”
Holding her gaze, he nodded once, and her heart fluttered. Was
it getting warm in the cave? She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.
“It is time to be off if we are to make it to the next
shelter before nightfall.” He picked up his pack and walked to the mouth of the
cave. She grabbed her bag and followed.
Climbing down proved to be more difficult than going up. The
muscles required to lower herself from one level to the next worked her thighs
and butt like no gym equipment she'd ever experienced. It was like doing hours
of squats. She trudged down the mountain with the previous day's tumult
weighting her down like the “freshman ten.” Avant helped her along on the
steeper steps, but, for the most part, she made them on her own,
clippity-clopping in those damned Docinis all the way.
When he reached the bottom, he disappeared around an
outcropping. Abby took the last little step to the base and hurried after him.
As she turned the corner, Avant grabbed her arm and spun her around. Driving
her back against the rock, he pressed the length of his rigid body against her.
His face, barely three inches from hers, clenched in thin lines of stress. Her
heart raced…with fear.
She was pretty sure it was fear.
Gorgeous!!
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