Today's guest is author Rie McGaha, and she is sharing the blurb and excerpt of her book Calen.
When Calen MacLeod begins having dreams of an ethereal beauty who beckons to him, he passes it off as just having an itch he hasn't scratched in a long time. But when he leaves on a journey to find her, following the directions she's given him in his dreams, he begins to doubt his sanity. And when he finds himself high in the Mackinaw Mountains in a secret fortress with unicorns and a pink and white castle, surrounded by women, each one more beautiful than the next, it's a fantasy no man would want to wake up from. But Arianna is the only woman for Calen.
The women of the Fortress have lived in peace, hidden away from the humans who tried to annihilate them all. But now a 500-year-old demon is out to destroy the women's matriarch, Ariella, and he'll stop at nothing to complete his mission. When Calen MacLeod shows up, he throws a wrench into Damon's plans. Never let it be said Damon isn't ready for anything, but when he kidnaps Arianna and takes her to modern day San Francisco, is he ready to meet Calen, who will stop at nothing to save his ladylove?
He had seen his father lying on the ground with blood running from his head. And he saw the men ripping his mother's clothes until her skirt hung in shreds, baring her from the waist down. They had tied her hands and threw her over the chopping block and fell on her one by one. The little boy didn't know what they were doing, as they slapped her, shouting and laughing all the while her cries and screams scared him, and he covered his ears. The men were strangers to the child, but one stuck in his memory. Tall, with long, dirty hair, he wore all black and had whiskers all over his face, and this man hurt his mother more than the others. The little boy cried as he watched the men and he saw the flash of a silver ring on the tall man's finger as the man's plunged through his mother's back. The blood ran down her body, down the chopping block onto the dirt.
The boy ran then. He ran back to the place where his mother had hidden him in the dark, secret corner of the hut and made himself as small as he could under the furs. He heard the men come inside, and heard their laughter as they tore up the place. They broke what could break, kicked over the table and stools, and cursed when they didn't find anything of value to steal.
"Burn it!" One of the men shouted.
"Nay," the man with ring said. "We don't want to attract attention. Leave it be and mount up. We have to find the boy!"
The little boy was so afraid, he stayed hidden under the furs all the rest of the day until it was nearly full dark. But as night fell, his full bladder drove him out of his hiding place. He had to climb under and over logs that once made up the walls of his home. That was when he found his parents lying on the ground. He stood there crying, and pee ran down his leg. He went to his mother first and shook her, patted her back and called to her over and over, but she wouldn't answer him. He then turned to his father and shook him harder, but he didn't answer either.
As the full moon rose over the forest, he sat down and wailed. After a while he fell asleep and when he awoke, it was still full dark. He shivered, and used the moon's light to his way back into the hut. Dragging the furs behind him, he went back out to his parents' side. He covered his mother first, laid between them and shared a fur with his father.
When he woke in the morning, he searched through the hut and found some bread and dried meat to eat. With no concept of time, the child slept, ate, played in the dirt, and waited for his parents to wake up.
The next morning, the child awoke to the sounds of men shouting. Fearing the mean men had returned, he ran into the remains of the hut and slid under the fallen logs to the secret corner hiding place. He heard the horses snorting and the men talking. Their voices sounded grim and low, not like the loud laughter of the ones who’d hurt his mother. Shaking with fear, he lay still and tried to make himself very small so they wouldn't notice him. He heard them as they walked around the hut, and the sound of the fallen logs being moved around told him they were inside. A very big hand picked him up, but he was too afraid to open his eyes.
About Rie McGaha:
Rie McGaha was born and raised in northern California along the shores of Humboldt County where her grandmother often took her to search for seashells and watch the humpback whale migration. Though her father was a bit of a gypsy and moved his family all over, Rie always enjoys the trips back to Eureka, California where many of her twelve children and thirty-five (and counting) grandchildren still live.
As a dreamer of dreams and born with a gypsy soul, Rie has lived all over the United States. Settling in SE Oklahoma, she enjoys a quiet life in the Kiamichi Wilderness where she gardens and enjoys the abundant wildlife in her backyard.
She is an animal rights supporter, a spay/neuter advocate, and occasionally has the opportunity to drive transport for animals going to their forever homes, and takes care of her 7 dogs & 1 cat, who are all rescues.
Between her husband, children, grandchildren, and all of the animals, Rie tries to find a few moments to write. She is currently working on Arion, the third book in the My Soul to Keep Trilogy. Rie is the review coordinator/editor for The Pagan & The Pen Book Reviews, and she writes two monthly columns for The Pagan & The Pen on line magazine.
You can find out more about Rie here:
- Website: www.riemcgaha.com
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- Biker Or Not: http://www.bikerornot.com/natenrie
- Manic Readers: http://www.manicreaders.com/RieMcGaha/
- The Pagan & The Pen Book Reviews:http://thepaganandthepenbookreviews.blogspot.com/
- Man Of The Month: http://spotlightauthor.blogspot.com/