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Archive for January 2nd, 2011

Ravished–The Setting
Sunday, January 2nd, 2011

Ravished is popping up here and there!

This photo is from Shayla Kersten, who spotted the book in B&N in Little Rock yesterday. My inner geek squealed, “It’s real! It’s real!”

And Shawna B facebooked this photo she took at the B&N at Union Square, NYC!

I’d love to see more photos, especially from those of you who ordered the book from Amazon. You know, open the box, cuddle that book close, and click! I need to start a new contest, don’t I? For siting pics I can post. I have two entries already! 🙂

So back to the book…

What about my story will capture you? My hero? The romance? Or will it be the world I’m building? Here’s a very short snippet to introduce you to New Iceland. This scene is told from a secondary character’s POV, Birget, who will also have a big role in the second book, Enslaved by a Viking.


The journey to Skuldelev passed in silence. Strapped into the back seat of a small, two-man snow-eater, she watched the endless drifts of white, stirred only by the shifting winds and blowing toward the frozen sea that bordered the lowlands they crossed. In the distance, the jagged peaks of the Keel Mountains sawed into the face of Sunni, the sun goddess, stretching the shadows of night to cloak the mountains and the city fortress of Skuldelev at its base.

Birget straightened to peer over Dagr’s shoulder at the city few Bearshirts had ever willingly entered. Where her own fortress stood as evidence of strength and precision, the keep rising several stories high, Skuldelev stretched like a lazy dragon resting across the top of the foothills. The fortress wall hugged the contours, turrets spiking like ridges on the beast’s back. Even the great, gated entrance gave the appearance of a dragon’s large, crenellated head with its mouth gaping.

A shiver rippled down her spine. The day’s happenings had passed in a whirlwind, and only now did it strike her that this might be her home for the rest of her life—this foreign, craggy, monstrous castle where men as rugged and unforgiving of weakness as their clan-lord lived.