GtPGKogPYT4p61R1biicqBXsUzo" /> Google+ I Smell Sheep: Search results for the beauty doctor
Showing posts sorted by relevance for query the beauty doctor. Sort by date Show all posts
Showing posts sorted by relevance for query the beauty doctor. Sort by date Show all posts

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Book Review: The Beauty Doctor by Elizabeth Hutchison Bernard

by Elizabeth Hutchison Bernard
July 24, 2017
361 pages
Publisher: Belle Epoque Publishing
In the spring of 1907, Abigail Platford finds herself unexpectedly adrift in New York City. Penniless and full of self-doubt, she has abandoned her dream of someday attending medical school and becoming a doctor like her late father. Instead, she takes a minor position in the office of Dr. Franklin Rome, hoping at least to maintain contact with the world of medicine that fascinates her. She soon learns that the handsome and sophisticated Dr. Rome is one of a rare new breed of so-called beauty doctors who chisel noses, pin back ears, trim eyelids and inject wrinkles with paraffin. At first skeptical, she begins to open her mind, and then her heart, to Dr. Rome. But when his proposed partnership with a proponent of the early twentieth-century eugenics movement raises troubling questions, Abigail becomes ensnared in a web of treachery that challenges her most cherished beliefs about a doctor’s sacred duty and threatens to destroy all she loves. A suspenseful work of historical fiction grounded in the social and moral issues of the Edwardian era in America. (This book currently is one of six finalists in the category of Published Fiction, 2017 Arizona Literary Contest.)

Beauty surgery is a dubious venture in 1907; a curiosity, but far from legit medicine. Abigail Platford is a fresh-faced beauty with aspirations of becoming a doctor. And while a medical degree is out of reach for a penniless girl, an assistant position with a beauty surgeon may just be what the doctor ordered.

The Beauty Doctor is a fascinating look at early 1900s New York society. The book takes a potent look at class structure, gender equity, and ethical questions of science. Abigail is naïve enough to engage with the duplicitous Dr. Franklin Rome, but self-possessed enough to question his motivation. When Rome partners with an enterprising and questionable investor to create a beauty institute, the novel takes a dark and dramatic turn. The beauty doctor is historical fiction meets macabre thriller.

The Beauty Doctor is a bit of an isolating read; few characters are worth identifying with, save Abigail. She is smart and resourceful while maintaining charming likeability. Her unbreakable spirit and wide-eyed optimism contrast nicely with the dark subject matter within. She’s not perfect, however. Abigail is seduced by the opportunities Rome provides, albeit temporarily. Given the historical context, however, who can blame her? Ultimately, Abigail navigates a world where she is very much an underdog with pluck and determination.

Bernard’s fictional take on the advent of plastic surgery is both educational and entertaining. It’s demoralising, however, that in the last 100 years not much has changed; female insecurity remains highly profitable.

Five sheep




Reviewer: Bianca Greenwood

About the Author:
website-FB-twitter
Elizabeth Hutchison Bernard is an award-winning author of historical fiction. Her recent release, THE BEAUTY DOCTOR, is a suspenseful tale that takes place in the early days of cosmetic surgery—when the world of medicine was a bit like the wild, wild West and beauty doctors were the newest breed of outlaw.

As the former Executive Editor of the internationally-subscribed AESTHETIC SURGERY JOURNAL, the author's in-depth knowledge of plastic surgery lends a unique perspective to her novel, THE BEAUTY DOCTOR. Set in 1907 in New York City, this thought-provoking tale powerfully evokes the atmosphere of the Edwardian era and, in the context of a page-turning plot, examines some of the most important social and moral issues of the time. The story unfolds with an extraordinary cast of characters, including Abigail Platford, a young woman with the dream of becoming a doctor and a determination to defy Edwardian society’s expectations of her; the talented and ambitious beauty surgeon, Franklin Rome; Joe Radcliff, a wealthy inventor and collector of human oddities, who will stop at nothing to assert his power; the hard-drinking Russian Countess, Alexandra Gagarin, and her cross-dressing female companion, Ronnie; and Baron Ludwik Rutkowski, guardian of the rare and beautiful conjoined twins from Spain, Melilla and Valencia Rosa.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Sheep Interview: Shona Husk + giveaway

Today we have Shona Husk, author of the paranormal romance series The Shadowlands. She also has a a new ebook  Dark Vow, releasing February 18, 2013 from Carina Press. I love the sound of this one! But being the dork that I am, I thought Shona was touring for the final book in her Shadowlands series, For the Love of a Goblin Warrior so I asked questions about that series...            
*sigh, blogger fail* Sorry Shona!

 This is the beauty I was suppose to talk about and the one you can win

But in my defense, The Shadowland series is a beautifully dark fairytale that urban fantasy and paranormal romance fans will enjoy. Based on Shona's writing of The Shadowland trilogy, Dark Vow is sure to be worth the read. I now have it on my list of must reads and you can win an ecopy today!

Sharon: Welcome to I Smell Sheep. I am a big fan of your Shadowlands trilogy. I reviewed all three over at Love Romance Passion. For those who aren't familiar with the books could you tell us a little about it as a whole? 
Shona: Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoyed the Shadowlands series :) 
The Shadowlands series is about six cursed Celtic warriors. Banished to the Shadowlands they struggle to survive and break the curse. Each of the books follows one man and how he regains his humanity. There are three books, as some of the men died before the first story, The Goblin King. 

Sharon: When you approached your agent and said I have a PNR about Goblins, did she think you had hit your head? 
Shona: I didn’t have an agent when I sold The Goblin King, but I’m pretty sure a few editors read my submission and thought that (and a few agents too) judging from the rejections I received :) 

Sharon: How many rejections did you get before someone wised up and realized what fabulous writer you were and the beauty of the story?

Shona: Let’s just say I was getting ready to shelve the project and move on. By the time The Goblin King sold my novella’s had also started selling. For me The Goblin King will always be special as it was my first novel to sell, my first print deal and my first multi book deal. 


Sharon: Your stories put more emphasis on the characters internal and emotional conflicts and how it affects their relationships than the external conflicts like most PNR. Is this just your natural story telling style or did you make a conscience effort to do this? 
Shona: I’d actually never noticed that before, so it must be my natural style. I guess for me not everything has to be about saving the world. The smaller more personal conflicts are what make the characters interesting and relatable. How they grow when faced with adversity is interesting. By the end of the book they shouldn’t be the same people—and if they saved the world along the way, then yay! 


Sharon: Ever been up close and personal with a Great White?

Shona: No! 

Sharon: If a viral zombie apocalypse started in Australia, would you understand if the rest of the world
quarantined your continent? 
Shona: Er…I think I had a similar conversation with Larissa Ione at RT where she told me she destroyed Australia in her books. I guess that would be okay, however from TV and movies I *know* that everything happens in the US or London (Doctor Who) so I think Oz is safe. 
Sharon: oh… good point.

Sharon: Which Greek god would you like to date and which Greek goddess would you like as your BFF?

Shona: (ducks off to check my book on Greek mythology as it’s not my strongest subject). I’m going to go with Hades as he’s sounds the most interesting. And I think Athena would make a good BFF (she’s into handicrafts so we could make some Greek themed cloth dolls or do some cross stitch while talking martial arts). 

Sharon: you cross stitch? I use too, but I couldn’t read and do it. 

Shona: I cross stitch while I watch TV (which drives hubby crazy as he can’t understand how I can do both at the same time). The black and white mermaid I finished about 2 years ago (I haven’t had her framed yet, it’s on my to-do list for February). The Thai dancer is my current project. I think I’ve been working on it for six months—I don’t want much TV so it takes me a very long time to finish a project. 

Sharon: Now that you are done with your goblins, you appear to be moving onto the Fae with Outcast Prince. The title reminds me of the Shadowlands series, are they set in the same world? How does the harsh and dark world of the Shadowlands compare to the Court of Annwyn world? 

Shona: The Outcast Prince is set in a whole new world. I love building new worlds :). Where the Shadowlands is bleak and harsh the fairy Court of Annwyn is beautiful...but beneath the beauty is a corrupt heart. There’s power struggles, deals, forbidden love, black mail, schemes, magic and trickery…the usual kind of things one expects from fairies. There is a lot more interaction between Annwyn and our world than there was with the Shadowlands and the heroes are beautiful like all fairies. 
Sharon: you had me at corrupt heart and forbidden love is my favorite troupe!



Sharon: What was the first real job you ever had? 
Shona: I was a checkout chick at a cheap clothing store. 
Sharon: got any funny stories? 

Shona: The endless folding of beige granny knickers (yeah the Bridget Jones ones) probably doesn't count. It was back in the days where credit cards were manually swiped and pay-packets were still yellow envelopes handed out one a week. 

Sharon: Which of the 7 deadly sins have you committed most recently? 

Shona: Which haven’t I committed? Lust and gluttony would be my favorites. 

Rapid Fire:

Sharon: Surfing or sailing?

Shona: Sailing 

Sharon: Sunshine on my shoulder or Rain Drops Keep falling on my head?

Shona: Rain 

Sharon: Sweet or salty?

Shona: Sweet 
Sharon: got a favorite sweet treat? 

ShonaI love lemon tart and brownies—not together.

Sharon: King Kong or Godzilla?

Shona: King Kong 

Sharon: Oranges or bananas?

Shona: Oranges
 
Sharon: The Prince or the Blacksmith? 
Shona: Ooh that’s a tough one. Depends on the day. 
Sharon: go ahead… take both ;)

Shona: I will ;) 

Sharon: Basket of Puggles or Basket of Chicks?

Shona: Puggle the dog or puggle the baby echidna? Maybe chicks are the easy answer. 
Sharon: the baby echidna! Chicks are only cute for a few days then they turn into chickens <G>. 

Babbin from the Perth Zoo
Sharon: t-shirt or dress shirt?
Shona: T-shirt 

Sharon: Boat ride or plane ride?

Shona: Boat ride 

Sharon: anything you would like to add… appearances, upcoming releases, where I might be able to find a Goblin of my own…

ShonaI’ll be at the ARR convention in Brisbane, Australia in March, and also at the Romance Writers of Australia conference in Fremantle Western Australia in August. All my news can be found in my monthly newsletter or you can find me on facebook 

Sharon: Thanks again for your time! And I can’t wait to read Outcast Prince, I have a slight fae infatuation <G>



Jaines Cord plans to kill the man who murdered her husband, even though killing a Bounty Hunter is said to be impossible. One bullet took away her livelihood, her home and her love. One bullet made by her. Fired from the gun she completed for the Arcane Bounty Hunter.
Obsidian wears the scars of disobeying the powerful Arcane Union. He barely escaped with his life and now lives quietly, in a town the lawmen forgot. When Jaines arrives asking too many questions, he's faced with a decision. Help her or run...again. Obsidian knows that if he flees he'll always be looking over his shoulder. His name is one of the first on the Bounty Hunter's death list.
Yet when Obsidian is offered an opportunity to stop the stone taking over his body in exchange for retrieving the gun, he asks Jaines for her help. Now Jaines must choose: a dead man's vengeance or a living man's hope?


About the Author: 
website-fb-blog-newletter
Shona Husk lives in Western Australia at the edge of the Indian Ocean. Blessed with a lively imagination she spent most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she discovered romance novels and hasn't looked back. Drawing on history and myth, she weaves new worlds and writes heroes who aren't afraid to get hurt while falling in love.

With stories ranging from sensual to scorching, she is published with Ellora's Cave, Samhain Publishing, Carina Press and Sourcebooks. She is represented by the Ruben Agency.




Saturday, December 26, 2020

PNR Author Nicole Wells: The Gift of Writing + giveaway

The Gift of Writing
So there I was with a newborn in my lap, sleep deprived and 
awake between nursings. Writing. There was a story I was gifted with that suddenly wanted to be told, and whether I cobbled it together during the day on my cell phone or wrote in the wee hours of morning while my little one slept, I managed to get it all down in three weeks.

For almost a year prior, I had seriously dallied with the idea of writing, and since high school I had fancied the idea of one day becoming an author. While I was pregnant, however, the starts and stops on the world I’d honed since I was a sophomore never tugged the full idea out of me. Instead, I found myself with a complete, and completely unexpected, novel. It was a gift, and my welcome to the world of pantsing.

You see, I am a planner. A we-need-to-turn-this-car-around-because-I-forgot-the-kitchen-sink type of planner. I am not accustomed to waiting to see what my characters had planned, or discovering them as they slowly choose to reveal themselves. With UpSpark, I had only the first scene and the last scene, and it was a full tilt ride filling in everything in-between. What an exhilarating experience to let go of control! I had no idea I was capable of indulging this creative muscle, following it down whatever dark alleys it lead me, to come out the other end into euphoric sunshine.

And now the floodgates are open. I have so many ideas. More so, I have an addiction now. There is no comparable meter stick in my life to this whirlwind of simultaneous wonder, creation, and pride when I strap myself into the sofa, fire up my laptop “control panel”, and dive in to explore new stories, no holds barred.

Well, I guess you could say my kids are wondrous creations I’m proud of, and that’s certainly true, but my stories don’t make dirty dishes or laundry, and when they talk back, it only makes me laugh.

Speaking of, don’t tell my kids, okay? This is just between you and me. They have no idea I can let my hair down and go with the flow. And as much as I love and enjoy the community and friends that I’ve found with this endeavor, the stories that I have been so blessed to be able to share, and the opportunity to touch people with my words, it’s this discovery of these new pieces of me, at the ripe old age of forty something, that I truly treasure. What value would you put on loosing the binds that held you back all your life? I didn’t realize what constriction was, but I’ve gotten a glimpse of who I’ve been and who I am. For a little bit longer, just to be between you and me, this is my precious secret gift from writing, a new superpower of possibility: Mommy can do anything.

StarDust (The Five Elements Book 2) 
by Nicole Wells
December 15, 2020
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
So you’ve got psychic powers, now what?

When superstar Aurora manifests telekinesis, her beliefs about everything are put to the test, even the ones about herself. Can she heal enough to let love in?

Brayden is an easygoing guy, until an Australian beauty steals his heart and turns his world upside down. The stakes get even higher when she threatens to expose a secret that’s been kept by his people for millennia.

Can they recognize their precious love for what it is, and save the world in the process?

Enter the world of the Five Elements with Aurora and Brayden's story.

This book contains some topics that may be triggering.


UpSpark (The Five Elements Book 1) 
"I get the feeling like I'm reading Fault In Our Stars Part 2." 
Winner of the Readers' Favorite 5 Star Award 

Chapter One 
Private Medical Practice 
Silver Spring, Maryland 
June 2017 
I'M WAITING IN THE EXAMINATION ROOM. I've moved from the exam table to the plastic chair at its side. I feel like I have more fortitude here. It's a little more familiar and less lonely than being elevated and exposed on the exam table. My mom is still in the waiting room. I didn't really think it would best for her to be here. I mean, Jesus, dad only died a year and a half ago. But what if it's positive? I wouldn't be able to drive myself home after that. And I couldn't ask a friend. It's just ... too much. Too personal. 

I also moved to the chair because every time I moved on the table, every fidget, every deep breath, caused that damn paper to crinkle, like a mocking echo of my nervousness. A refrain to my thoughts. I decided I could do without the added exclamation of the too-loud crinkle in the too-quiet room. 

My thoughts circle around and around, only pausing when I wonder how much time has passed. I refuse the temptation to check my phone, but then lose the fight to keep my eyes off the clock on the wall. It's been three minutes. Goddamn, but the brain can think a helluva lot of thoughts in three minutes. 

Happy birthday to me. 

My name is Enya. I'm 18. Newly minted. Just a couple weeks ago, actually. To most kids, that means another degree of freedom. Moving out of the house, entering official adulthood, starting the rest of their lives, maybe beginning the independence of college. To me, it means I get to take a test. 

A genetic test. 

I've been waiting my entire life for this test. No, I've been waiting my entire life for the results of this test. And I can wait a little longer. I think of not looking at the clock and end up looking at the clock. Another minute has passed. 

Are these my last minutes of freedom or the beginning of freedom? The shadow of a death sentence will either become real or dissipate. 

My eyes drift to the clock again. Thirty-two seconds have ticked by. 

I focus on benign facts. Did you know that about 300 million cells die every minute in our bodies? 

And that we replace about 48 million cells a minute? 

Or that every few years most of our body has recreated itself? 

Or that most of our body is made up of stardust? Everything in our bodies originates from stardust, which is still falling and still recreating us. There’s something beautiful in the impermanence of us from the eternity of stars. I wish that thought could bring me the reassurance it usually does. 

Did you know that I want to be a doctor? I know exactly the kind, too. I want to do Integrative Medicine. Yeah, all that kooky stuff. I love it. I really believe I've got my head screwed on a little tighter than my mom does since my dad died last year. I credit my getting acupuncture and homeopathy. People know it works, too. That's why it's so popular. I'm gonna be part of the movement that brings it to the forefront. 

Despite waiting for it, the double rap on the door startles me, and Dr. Yee strides in before I can recover. I could have chosen a different doctor to tell me my fate. A genetic expert in a comfy conference room. But Dr. Yee is my family doctor who’s a special combination of straightforward and kind, and I trust her. She grabs the black wheeled stool and sits, leaning onto the examination table, facing me. There is a computer screen hiding my medical records beside us, but she doesn't log in. I want her to. In my mind — I've prepared by imagining this playing out, and I used our prior visits as fodder for my fantasy — she logs in. She shows me what it says. Sometimes it's printed out; in my fantasy that usually doesn't bode well. 

She is staring at me now and I desperately, unreasonably, want her to show me the computer screen. I don't want her to tell me directly. Give me a buffer, let the windows to my soul have some privacy. But the only shutters to my eyes are my eyelids, and my face feels frozen, eyes wide. 

I observe a part of my brain that is having its own conversation, that's analyzing all her mannerisms, like a poker fiend making bets. Is that normal? I've had this doctor for as long as I can remember, and she knows me. And I know her. And she seems extra doctor-y today. I cannot marshal my thoughts, and a group of them tangent off, ping-ponging into a future of preordained death. Other thoughts perseverate on the computer screen, while the background conversation of Dr-Yee-is-wearing-sunshine-yellow-today-what-does-that-mean distracts me from her words. 

She leans even closer and paper crinkles. "Enya, I know you are prepared for any answer. You've had extensive counseling." 

I've had, and I'm not. My dad had Huntington’s disease. It’s a fatal disease that’s passed on to your kids. His mother had it and he had a fifty percent chance of having it, just like I have a fifty percent chance. My dad decided not to get tested, but I want to know. So I had to go through a lot of counseling to get tested. Since there’s no cure. It’s not a pretty way to go, but I’d like to prepare if I can. But I’m not prepared for this like I thought I would be. 

It's like when my mom gets her mammogram and then freaks out until the test results come. If there's cancer, it's been there. It didn't magically appear on the day of the mammogram. The test just brought the possibility front and center and she's out of her mind with worry until she gets the results. There's something in the knowing that makes fear manifest. Ignorance is bliss. 

So I’m here, willingly giving up my bliss, and freaking out. 

Because my dad started having symptoms on top of a midlife crisis and ended up killing himself. 

Because the knowledge catches up to you. It would be better to prepare. Dr. Yee said I’m prepared. 

"You are prepared for this," she repeats. The exam table paper crinkles sound their exclamation point, now like a cheerleading section, but I don't need an audience. She's staring, and I think she expects me to nod. I'm still frozen. 

"Enya, it's positive." 

Chapter 2 
THE BOTTOM DROPS OUT and there's a roaring in my ears. I think I'm going to throw up and I don't care. I couldn't move if my life depended on it. What life? Oh my God. Oh my God. 

She reaches out and grasps my hand, a tether keeping me from falling further into the abyss. She's modeling deep breaths and gently squeezing my hand and her eyes are trying to catch mine. 

"This isn't the death sentence it used to be. We have great treatments for the symptoms." 

OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod. She's got to be wrong. Every test has its false positives, right? OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD! 

"Enya, look at me." My body registers her words and follows her command without the compliance of my mind. Her kind brown eyes hold me steady. She hasn't moved, hasn't changed except to clasp my hand, since she first sat down. "Enya, take a deep breath in. And let it out." I siphon in air through stiff lips. I feel like a scarecrow, a mishmash of ill-fitting parts about to topple down. I'm shaking. My eyes are leaking. Deep breath, she is saying. My breath is a ragged and staccato in and out, like I'm learning how for the first time. I feel if I stop this breathing I will fall apart. I realize I am squeezing her hand when wetness plops on our grip. Deep breath. The echo of her words is resonating in my mind, like sounds heard under the ocean, registered but not received. Breath, breath, -athhh, -thhhhHH. 

Eventually, in the quiet of this rhythmic space, I see her again. Her image blurs, I blink a tear free, and I see her again. She squeezes my hand once more. 

"Enya, you are the same person you were when you walked in that door." 

We've talked about this. She's repeating things we've talked about. Like my wooden body, a wooden automaton mind numbly clasps onto the concept and holds it close. I nod. The ocean spills from my eyes, a river down my face. But I'm granite now, my face, my limbs, heavy, frozen, immobile. Cold and detached. Only a small section of my mind is whirring, not enough to run this body, but enough to grasp onto each lifeline of thought she feeds me. 

"There is no one hundred percent in medicine. We have best guesses. And our best guess is that you will be able to have a full and complete life. You can have a career and a family if you want." Yes, we have talked about this. I thought I was prepared. I thought I had taken it all to heart. But somewhere, some dark unconscious passage along the way, I skirted away from letting the possibility fully sink in, like thinking about it would tempt fate. I thought I was prepared, but this... this is riding out a hurricane on the makeshift raft of a door that is all that's left of the house you knew. 

She goes on, but trivial thoughts of my college applications occupy my stupid mind. It’s deteriorated into a hamster on a wheel, scurrying round and round. What a waste of application fees. What a waste of time editing all the application essays. What a waste... 

My brain sounds an alarm as it hears the word “anticipation.” This is medicalese for “it could get worse with each generation”. Such an ill-fitting, stupid word to take the place of “poor prognosis.” I remember talking about this too. It's because it was my father that had it, not my mother, that I might have it worse and symptoms might start earlier. 

Wow, the measure of good now is like a ruler through bug eyeglasses, some fractured thing repeating and magnified in its power over me, mocking what I used to know and how things used to be. 

She mentions my mother and I surface from the abyss of my thoughts. Do I want her to come in the room with me now? There is an appointment with the counselor to go to. We earmarked the time, but I'd hoped we wouldn't use it. It's strongly recommended I have a loved one with me. I fought it before, with all the hallmark independence of youth, but I see the sense now. I force my wooden head to nod. 

Dr. Yee cracks the door open and talks to someone in the hall. She doesn't leave me, she doesn't let go of my hand. I feel like an invalid with her concerned vigilance. I will never know what it's like to be old, but maybe I am getting a glimpse now. What weird thoughts. I think I am losing my mind. Maybe this is like being old too. I guess I'll never know.
Reviews: 
... In the captivating novel, UpSpark, written by Nicole Wells, many essential themes - such as acceptance, forgiveness, trust, and love - are fully explored.

This story has many exceptional aspects ... The author's ability to interweave these various themes into one engaging, fascinating story is truly amazing. She develops the main characters in likable and relatable ways, and each one imparts important lessons. The last chapters are unexpected and memorable. Author Nicole Wells notes the novel, UpSpark, is Book One of the Five Elements Series. Everyone who reads this gem of a book will certainly anticipate the second one! 
 - Deborah Lloyd for Readers' Favorite

Let me start by taking a moment to revel in the beauty of the name of this story, you won't get it right away, I didn't either, but reading this story, a story of absolutely everything. I'm at a loss for words.
- Bookstagram.reviews

This highly introspective novel will cause you to take a step back and look at what's really important. Via some complex characters with their own unique set of obstacles, Nicole Wells has crafted an inclusive novel that deals with some hard-hitting issues. The sensitivity is obvious, exploring the raw emotions surrounding coming out in a religiously devout family, and in dealing with the process of Native Americans being adopted into non-Native families. UpSpark is an elegant character-driven drama that will make you sob and smile, but mostly it will instill a sense of gratitude for whatever time we have. 
- Amanda Murello for Indies Today

About the Author

Nicole Wells had been guiding people spiritually for over 10 years. In UpSpark, she weaves in everything she's learned in an emotional heartwarming journey, with a psychic paranormal fantasy twist. An observer of people and life, she crafts inspirational romance stories that make you laugh and cry, reflecting our human condition with tenderness and hope. This New Adult contemporary romance is her debut novel.

Giveaway 
$25 Amazon 
Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway! 


Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Book Review: The Twelve Kingdoms: The Mark of the Tala(The Twelve Kingdoms #1) by Jeffe Kennedy

The Twelve Kingdoms: The Mark of the Tala(The Twelve Kingdoms #1)
by Jeffe Kennedy

Paperback, 352 pages
Expected publication: May 27th 2014

by Kensington

Queen Of The Unknown

The tales tell of three sisters, daughters of the high king. The eldest, a valiant warrior-woman, heir to the kingdom. The youngest, the sweet beauty with her Prince Charming. No one says much about the middle princess, Andromeda. Andi, the other one.

Andi doesn't mind being invisible. She enjoys the company of her horse more than court, and she has a way of blending into the shadows. Until the day she meets a strange man riding, who keeps company with wolves and ravens, who rules a land of shapeshifters and demons. A country she'd thought was no more than legend--until he claims her as its queen.

In a moment everything changes: Her father, the wise king, becomes a warlord, suspicious and strategic. Whispers call her dead mother a traitor and a witch. Andi doesn't know if her own instincts can be trusted, as visions appear to her and her body begins to rebel.

For Andi, the time to learn her true nature has come.


The Twelve Kingdoms: The Mark of the Tala by Jeffe Kennedy might be a family just like yours but set in a land of Kingdoms. There is the beautiful and spoiled younger sister, Princess Amelia, who is adored by all. The strong and accomplished older sister, Princess Ursula, who is daddy’s favorite and, Princess Andromeda, the forgotten middle child, who often stayed in the shadows forgotten and unseen by most. Until the day she meets a stranger who sees more than any before him. 

Now Princess Andromeda needs to make a choice. Does she stay with a father turned tyrant or does she travel into the unknown and find out more about herself and the mother she lost? As you follow Princess Andromeda through her decision making process, there were times when I felt frustrated. I liked Andromeda as a character, but her inaction throughout the beginning of the book dragged the story out. In addition, her tyrannical father's actions should have made some of Andromeda’s choices pretty easy, at least as far as I was concerned. 

King Rayfe, on the other hand, was entertaining. When we reached the part of the story where he was involved, the pace picked up. Through most of the book, I wasn’t quite sure whether Rayfe was the enemy or not, and I enjoyed that. He was always shrouded by a little mystery. Of course, you discover the answers to many of your questions by the end, but there were still some areas where you are left in the dark. I’m not sure if this was on purpose or not. You never really know when you are dealing with a series. My concern for the future installments of this story is that I felt Andromeda was the most interesting of the sisters, so I’m not sure where that leaves us. If it takes us back to Rayfe’s kingdom, I’d be willing to give it a chance.

3.75 Sheep hanging out in Rayfe's pasture



Lisa A.



About the Author:
website-FB-twitter-blog
Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author with awriting career that spans decades. Her works include non-fiction, poetry, short fiction, and novels. She has been a Ucross Foundation Fellow, received the Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship for Poetry, and was awarded a Frank Nelson Doubleday Memorial Award. Her essays have appeared in many publications, including Redbook.

Her most recent works include a number of fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns; the contemporary BDSM novellas of theFacets of Passion, and an erotic contemporary serial novel, Master of the Opera, which released beginning January 2, 2014. A fourth series, the fantasy trilogy The Twelve Kingdoms, will hit the shelves starting in May 2014 and a fifth, the highly anticipated erotic romance trilogy, Falling Under, will release starting in July.

She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Excerpt & Cover Reveal: Oria's Gambit by Jeffe Kennedy

ORIA’S GAMBIT
by Jeffe Kennedy
FORMAT: e-book
Aug 27, 2016
A Play For Power

Princess Oria has one chance to keep her word and stop her brother’s reign of terror: She must become queen. All she has to do is marry first. And marry Lonen, the barbarian king who defeated her city bare weeks ago, who can never join her in a marriage of minds, who can never even touch her—no matter how badly she wants him to.
A Fragile Bond

To rule is to suffer, but Lonen never thought his marriage would become a torment. Still, he’s a resourceful man. He can play the brute conqueror for Oria’s faceless officials and bide his time with his wife. And as he coaxes secrets from Oria, he may yet change their fate…
An Impossible Demand

With deception layering on deception, Lonen and Oria must claim the throne and brazen out the doubters. Failure means death— for them and their people.

Excerpt

But success might mean an alliance powerful beyond imagining...

The golem’s glassy claws flashed, arcing through the rosy light of the moon, and sliced open his throat. Blood poured down his naked body, steaming in the chill desert air. Out it flowed, sweeping around him like the bore tides of Bára. So much of it pooled around him that he began to drown in it. He strained to lift his battle axe, to cut the golem down with cold iron, but found a flower in his hands instead. 

A white lily, luminescent and fragile, somehow escaping the blood that drained his life away. 

The golem struck again and he shouted at it, no sound escaping. Because he had no throat left. Because he was dead.

How could he still be standing?

The golem’s claws dripped crimson and its black maw yawned, glistening with glasslike fangs. It wouldn’t ever die, forever coming after the Destrye until every last one of his people were dead, unless he managed to cut it down. Out of its mouth, sickly green fire blew, a lethal wind of flame that burned the crops and aqueducts. Not a golem then, but one of the Trom. Skin over bones, a humanoid spider, it grinned, lips red as the claws, hand reaching to turn him into skin without bones, nothing but pulped flesh. No, they were fingernails, enameled and jeweled. Natly’s elegant hands slicing across his throat again, lips curving in a lascivious smile. With that third swipe, his head tumbled to the ground, and as she reached for his cock with those scarlet daggers of her nails, he finally managed to shout his anguish and fury.

“Your Highness?”

Lonen jerked in the hot water, the nightmare shredding around him with the spray of droplets. The servant boy gave him a wide-eyed look. Bero. The Báran lad had attended him his last time at baths, too. He was in Bára, again, cleaning up after the journey. No Trom or golems here.

Except in his tortured brain.

“Did you need something, Your Highness? You called out, but I didn’t understand the words.” Bero carried a stack of the much lighter colorful clothes that men of Bára wore. Silk, Oria had called the fabric, another thing apparently made by insects. Despite its disturbing origins, and like the addictive and tangy sweet honey she’d also introduced him to, the cloth had an exotic loveliness, more refined than anything produced in his homeland.

Like the sorceress herself, both unsettling and compelling.

“No, I’m fine.” He cupped his hands and splashed water on his face. Sloppy of him, to have fallen asleep in the city of his enemy—and then failing to awaken at Bero’s footfalls as he approached. Too comfortable in the soothing waters. Too many months of short sleep. Ion would have slapped him upside the head hard enough to have his brain ringing for the carelessness. But his brother was dead and gone these many weeks, reduced to boneless pulp at the simple touch of the Trom’s evil hand.

“Would you care for wine or food now, King Lonen?” Bero asked in the trade tongue, setting out the soaps and oils. “Princess Oria said you’re to have anything you ask for.”

Luxurious baths, booze, and fine food—an excellent strategy to lull him into meekly doing the sorceress’s bidding. The nightmare had served as a timely reminder of his purpose here—to save his people from destruction, not to indulge in Oria’s gifts or seductive presence. He might have agreed to her startling proposal of marriage, but he’d proceed on his terms, not hers. For the sake of the Destrye and his sanity both.

“What are the chances of a decent steak?” He meant it as a joke, though the boy wouldn’t know that. The Bárans didn’t eat meat as a rule and, though the Destrye did, the grave losses to their livestock and wild game meant Lonen hadn’t had anything worth calling a steak since before Battles of Bára.

“Princess Oria said to tell you she sent some of the hunters to find meat for you, Your Highness. It might take a few hours, however. Until then the best she can offer is some meat kept to feed the animals, and our usual fare.”

Him and livestock—both pets of the Bárans. But his stomach growled, cramping with hollow pain, so he told Bero to bring whatever, enjoying the quiet when the boy went to fetch it. It seemed like years, not weeks, since he’d last visited the baths. That evening he’d washed himself clean of the ashes of too many dead before negotiating the peace treaty with Oria. Short-lived as that peace had been.

Then, as now, the elegant beauty of the underground chambers both enchanted and intimidated him. Built of carved gold and rose stone like the rest of Bára, the baths were pools of still water, several of them at varying temperatures, going from shallow to deeper than a man could stand. Elaborately carved pillars and arches supported the shadowy ceiling, the subtle light of the sconces not quite enough to illuminate it or the far corners of the room.

For a man who’d learned to jump at shadows, he found it surprisingly lulling. As evidenced by his falling asleep deeply enough to dream, though the nightmares were nothing new. The cursed things plagued him most nights. Odd to see Natly in this one, though, rather than Oria stalking him. A facet perhaps of his dramatically changed reality—exchanging one fiancée for the other. It appeared that by agreeing to marry Oria, he’d now have Natly haunting his sleep. 

At least no one else had heard him cry out. He had the place to himself on this occasion. Probably the Bárans didn’t bathe in the middle of the day. The baths simply remained filled, awaiting their convenience.

A shocking waste of water. 

Bero returned, setting down a platter of food and a jug of wine, along with a tray of shining instruments. “Would you like me to shave you before you eat, or after, Your Highness?”

Reflexively, Lonen clapped a hand over his beard. He had no doubt he looked scruffy from his travels, and in comparison to the Báran men who were all clean shaven that he’d seen, but...

“Is that another of Princess Oria’s edicts?” He asked, not bothering to disguise the sarcasm. 

Bero ducked his head, clearly chagrined. “I apologize, Your Highness. Please forgive me. I did not mean to offend. When I serve the prince and folcwitas at their baths, they—”

Lonen held up a hand to stop the increasingly penitential torrent of explanation from the already nervous boy. “No apologies. I am short-tempered.” He rinsed himself one last time, then rose from the water.

“Your Highness, I did not mean to abbreviate your bath.” Bero sounded even more contrite.

“You didn’t. I’m clean and I don’t need to lie about, indulging myself.” Especially not while his people could be dying by the Trom’s dragon-breath while he luxuriated in deep water and napped. Oria had said she’d stop the incursions, but she’d also promised him that very thing before this. He had no reason to trust her—and plenty of evidence otherwise. Better to be ready to fight whatever battle presented itself next.



About the Author:
Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author whose works include non-fiction, poetry, short fiction, and novels. She has been a Ucross Foundation Fellow, received the Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship for Poetry, and was awarded a Frank Nelson Doubleday Memorial Award. Her essays have appeared in many publications, including Redbook.

Her most recent works include a number of fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns; the contemporary BDSM novellas of the Facets of Passion, and an erotic contemporary serial novel, Master of the Opera. A fourth series, the fantasy trilogy The Twelve Kingdoms, hit the shelves starting in May 2014 and book 1, The Mark of the Tala, received a starred Library Journal review was nominated for the RT Book of the Year while the sequel, The Tears of the Rose was nominated for the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Fantasy Romance of 2014 and the third book, The Talon of the Hawk, won the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Fantasy Romance of 2015. Two more books will follow in this world, beginning with The Pages of the Mind May 2016. A fifth series, the erotic romance trilogy, Falling Under, started with Going Under, and was followed by Under His Touch and Under Contract.

She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.

She is represented by Connor Goldsmith of Fuse Literary.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Interview: Jeffe Kennedy (The Talon of the Hawk (The Twelve Kingdoms #3) + giveaway

Sharon: Hello Jeffe and welcome to I Smell Sheep. Katie and I recently met you at Coastal Magic 2015. You were always dressed so beautifully! But we got to ask about the hat…does size matter? *cue music* “You like big hats and you cannot lie…”
Jeffe: LOL! Size TOTALLY matters – as in, the bigger, the better! Seriously, I do wear big hats because I started wearing them primarily to protect my skin. I’m a very fair Scots/Irish girl living in New Mexico. I’ve also lost two friends to melanoma. I like a broad brim to maximize that sun protection. Not so sexy, but there we are. And thank you for the compliment!


Sharon: The third book in your successful series The Twelve Kingdoms releases this month. Can you tell us a little about the series?
JeffeSure! Right now we have at least five books planned in the series. It began with THE MARK OF THE TALA, continued with THE TEARS OF THE ROSE and winds up the initial trilogy with THE TALON OF THE HAWK, out May 26. These three books are the stories of the three princesses, each more beautiful than the last, daughters of the High King of the Twelve Kingdoms. The first book is about the middle princess, Andi, and her discovery that she’s betrothed to the king of an enemy kingdom they’d believed to be mythological, the land of the Tala. This overall tale of the three sisters is about finding the truth behind lies and coming to grasp with what love and power are really about.

Sharon: Books 1-3 are about each of the sisters, but I see there are two more books in the series coming next year. Who/What will they be about?
JeffeYes, THE PAGES OF THE MIND will be next and it’s Dafne’s story, for those who are familiar with the series so far. For those who aren’t, Dafne Mailloux was a surprise character for me. She’s a librarian at Castle Ordnung who walked onto the page and helped my middle princess, Andi, with the information she needed. She goes on to help each of the sisters in their journeys. With the way TALON ends, a whole new raft of problems crops up and Dafne goes on an information-gathering quest, as is her forte. She’ll have two companions going with her – Jepp, who we meet in TALON, one of Princess Ursula’s elite fighting force of Hawks, and Zynda, a Tala cousin. Jepp’s book will be the fifth, THE EDGE OF THE BLADE.

Sharon: Tell us a “first” from your life… (first kiss, first pet, first rejection…)
JeffeI have two first kisses, which is probably cheating, but I define them really differently. When I was around five and in summer day camp, we played a kissing game. Each day the winners were crowned King and Queen (I have zero recollection of the rules), and everyone had to chip in to buy them a Dolly Madison pie, which they would share. I was reigning Queen that entire summer. After that, I settled into a more reserved lifestyle and made sweet sixteen and never been kissed. My first real kiss happened just weeks after that birthday and seriously rocked my world.

Sharon: This is the year of the sheep. How have sheep shaped or changed your life?
JeffeSo, this is a true story. I graduated from summer day camp to going to Girl Scout camp in the mountains, many years later. (Alas, no kissing games.) Because I was in the horsewoman program, I was in and around the stables a lot. We fed, groomed and saddled up the horses in the mornings, helped the younger girls with lessons, then did long rides and games in the afternoons. Near the stables was also a shed with this one, lone sheep. I have no idea why it was there, but it hadn’t been shorn, though it was midsummer. It seemed so miserably hot that several of us took it in our heads to shear it ourselves. Let me tell you – shearing a sheep is flipping HARD WORK! Also, the wool is really oily, dirty and it has BUGS in it. We were all filthy by the time we finished, but the sheep capered about quite happily, so we felt rewarded for our good deed. Ever since, however, I have had a healthy respect for those who take care of sheep.
Sharon: Sounds like you guys changed that sheep’s life for the better too! Aw, let’s take a moment to reflect on all the sheep in our lives…


~lights candle under photo of sheep family~
credit
Sharon: Do you hoard collect anything?
JeffeI confess I’m a hoarder collector from way back. When I was little, I collected unicorns and pictures of waterfalls. And books. Then I moved into collecting masks and more books. For a long time, I collected glass animals (including unicorns) and had several display cases for them. I also collected books. I eventually got rid of all the waterfall posters and the glass animals have broken over time, so I only have a few left. I’ve culled the book collection, but I have some still from childhood, and even from my parents’ and grandparents’ youth. I still collect masks and have them hanging all over the house.
Sharon: Do you have a favorite mask, one that means the most to you?
JeffeOooh, that would be a difficult pick. I have quite a few masks packed away – as I seem to have a whole bunch of them now – so the ones that are out are all special in some way. I have one that I bought from the Cirque du Soleil store immediately after seeing O, that reminds me of the delicious feeling of that show. That one is by my desk, along with a Venetian style cat mask that’s black on black. Both of those feed me creatively. But my most favorite might be the one that started it all, that my mother brought me from New Orleans when I was a little girl. It’s ceramic, with shades of pink and yellow in flower petals that rain over the face.

Sharon: Not only do you like big hats…you like big cats too! Can you introduce us to your Maine Coons? (would love pics of the cats if you have them)
JeffeYes! My Maine coon cats are Jackson (the black and white tuxedo) and Isabel (the blue smoke). They are so smart and such great companions.
Sharon: They are beautiful! Can you tell me about the mirror-holding monkeys in the background? <G>
JeffeHa! I love which stuff people pick out in the backgrounds. I bought that mirror in an antique store in Richmond, Virginia as a Christmas present for my mother. She was collecting mirrors at the time, for her New Orleans condo. I thought it was perfect for the carnival feel of New Orleans. (We have a theme here.) That was pre-Katrina. When she moved back to Denver, she brought that mirror with her. Then, when she consolidated to living in one house – now in Tucson – I “inherited” a bunch of her stuff. That was one of the things.

Sharon: What is one of nature’s most awe inspiring moments/creation for you?
JeffeI’m kind of a nature girl, so there are many. I live outside Santa Fe, New Mexico, in this house with an incredible view. We get pretty much from sunrise to sunset and the skies are freaking amazing. My desk as a view down this long open basin to the distant mountains. I take tons of pictures. Here’s one of a solstice sunrise that’s one of my favorites.
Sharon: Wow, I can honestly say I’ve never witnessed a sunrise or sunset like that before.
JeffeClearly you need to visit New Mexico!

You heard her...pile into the bus cause we're heading to NM!


Rapid Fire

Sharon: Fae King or Vampire King?
JeffeFae King

Sharon: Warriors or Royalty?
JeffeRoyal warriors!

Sharon: Where’s the produce section or Where’s the candy isle?
JeffeCHOCOLATE!
Sharon: See, I knew I liked you from the beginning. *grabs Jeffe’s hand and runs toward M&M World*
JeffeYay!!

Sharon: Morticia or Elvia?
JeffeMorticia, of course.

Sharon: Leather or Lace?
JeffeBoth!

Sharon: Ping pong or Pool?
JeffePool, with cabana boys and margaritas :D
Sharon: snort, I see what you did there…I like the way you think.
Jeffe~flutters lashes~

credit
Sharon: violin or guitar?
JeffeHarp
Sharon: Do you play? For some reason I picture you as a harpist, and that makes me think of harpies…which I don’t picture you as…
JeffeHeh, I’ve no doubt been CALLED a harpy... But yes, I do play. Kinda. I have an Irish harp (also called a lever harp) and I took lessons for a few years. I am, however, quite terrible at it. I keep thinking I should sell my harp as I never play these days (see: terrible at it), but I’m fond of it.


Paperback, 352 pages
May 26th 2015 by Kensington
A HEAVY CROWN

Three daughters were born to High King Uorsin, in place of the son he wanted. The youngest, lovely and sweet. The middle, pretty and subtle, with an air of magic. And the eldest, the Heir. A girl grudgingly honed to leadership, not beauty, to bear the sword and honor of the king.

Ursula’s loyalty is as ingrained as her straight warrior’s spine. She protects the peace of the Twelve Kingdoms with sweat and blood, her sisters from threats far and near. And she protects her father to prove her worth. But she never imagined her loyalty would become an open question on palace grounds. That her father would receive her with a foreign witch at one side and a hireling captain at the other—that soldiers would look on her as a woman, not as a warrior. She also never expected to decide the destiny of her sisters, of her people, of the Twelve Kingdoms and the Thirteenth. Not with her father still on the throne and war in the air. But the choice is before her. And the Heir must lead.

About the Author:
website-FB-twitter-blog
Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author with awriting career that spans decades. Her works include non-fiction, poetry, short fiction, and novels. She has been a Ucross Foundation Fellow, received the Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship for Poetry, and was awarded a Frank Nelson Doubleday Memorial Award. Her essays have appeared in many publications, including Redbook.

Her most recent works include a number of fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns; the contemporary BDSM novellas of theFacets of Passion, and an erotic contemporary serial novel, Master of the Opera, which released beginning January 2, 2014. A fourth series, the fantasy trilogy The Twelve Kingdoms, will hit the shelves starting in May 2014 and a fifth, the highly anticipated erotic romance trilogy, Falling Under, will release starting in July.

She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.