Calisa Rhose presents ~ Caedmon’s Curse by AJ Nuest


WOOOOOHOOOOOO! I’m super ecited to turn the round pen over to AJ Nuest today. A wonderful author and my friend, AJ comes to visit from the buried Indiana to share her first-ever fantasy series!!! I’ve read some of these stories pre-submission stage and I. LOVE. THEM. I’m guessing you will too once you experience Caedmon. 😉 Let’s turn this gig over to the lovely AJ.

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I’M THRILLED TO ANNOUNCE JANUARY 9TH

MARKS THE RELEASE OF BOOK III

IN THE GOLDEN KEY CHRONICLES…

CAEDMON’S CURSE

The two years Prince Caedmon suffered in the dungeons of Seviere’s keep left him with more than just lash marks lacing his back. He now retains the secret behind the key, and is the only one who understands it’s grim connection to his beloved Rowena. Torn between telling her the truth and risking their future, he agrees to join her perilous quest. But their enemies to the north are not the only menace determined to see them fail and, to prove his love, he must conquer the demons of his past.

Join Caedmon and Rowena as they rediscover a love bound by fate, and struggle to unravel the significance behind Caedmon’s Curse, Book III in The Golden Key Chronicles.  

The Golden Key Chronicles Release Schedule:

Rowena’s Key, November 7, 2013

Candra’s Freedom, December 12, 2013

Caedmon’s Curse, January 9, 2014

Braedric’s Bane, February 13, 2014

 

Find your copy at: Amazon / AmazonUK


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Rowena sprang to her feet.
Someone was coming. And based upon the thundering hoof beats and thrashing
branches tearing through the forest behind her, whoever it was cared little for
masking their approach.

Dammit. All night and late into the next evening she’d ridden as if the devil himself had pursued her. She’d purposely stayed off the roads, traveling the old tracks instead, and even stopped several times to set false trails. Not until Helios approached the western horizon and she’d discovered this small clearing inside a copse of thick evergreens had she happily made camp. Her body ached with exhaustion, but her fatigue was a small price in return for the confidence that she’d finally put enough distance between her and the realm of Austiere. Surrounded on all sides by dense trees, the hidden location ensured the smoke from her fire would remain concealed. No one would be able to get close without providing plenty of warning.

The dull pummel of incoming hooves increased and she gritted her teeth, kicked some dirt over her small well-made fire and rushed for the nearest fir. A flick of her hand and Dart took wing, disappearing into the forest just above where she’d used a small wire wicket to tether Belial. Whoever was coming had better have their affairs in order. They were about to be on a first-name basis with the nine.

The bark prickled and dug into her palms as she swung hands to feet up the branches, ascending to mid-tree height before she crouched on a sturdy branch on the balls of her feet.

Exhibiting all the grace of an enraged bull, a hooded rider crashed into her camp. The horse’s dancing halt disrupted her bedroll, flinging dirt all over her plated dinner. Jerk. The intruder had to be male, what with this presumed sense of entitlement, thinking nothing of ruining her perfectly arranged camp, soiling her property. She eased two silver blades from the sides of her leather pants and fisted the slender handles in her grip.

Hello, stranger.
Care to dance?

In a fluid movement which contradicted his initial appearance, the rider leapt off his horse and knelt before her sputtering fire. The sides of his cloak billowed past his shoulders. Thick muscle pulled his leather pants taut around his thighs. And those arms…the black vambraces…the leather cords encircling his biceps.

She slumped. Well, for the sweet of Helios. Exactly how far did she have to travel to get away from the man?

Prince Caedmon pinched a bit of ash between his thumb and first two fingers, rubbed them together and lifted them to his nose. Rowena squinted past the branches as he rounded the fire and approached her saddlebags. He squatted to rifle the contents, his back facing her, his hood hiding his profile from view. She scowled. Most likely, his intent was to drag her kicking and screaming back to the castle. But she wasn’t about to sit idly by while he got his grubby mitts all over her supplies.

She sheathed her blades and swung silently to the ground. Motions steady and even, carefully shifting her weight, she reclaimed her knives as she side-stepped twigs and piles of dusty leaves. For all her caution, her concerns were unwarranted. The bog ox was so preoccupied with searching her belongings, she could’ve easily stomped all over the place without distracting him.

A soundless bounce on the tips of her boots and she pounced, knees straddling his wide back, crossed blades pressed along the thin skin under his jaw. “I’m officially pissed off,” she hissed in his ear. “And if you plan to see tomorrow, you’ll do exactly as I say.”

The next instant she was flying backward through the air. Her teeth clattered on impact and her blades scattered as she landed on her rump in the dirt. She shook her head to regain her bearings.

How in the hell had he dislodged her so quickly? And which hurt worse? Her bruised ass or her pride? She quickly scrambled to her feet.

Tendons flexed and every muscle in his arms bulged as Prince Caedmon tore the cloak off his shoulders and chucked the garment aside. A silver chime hummed through the air as he unsheathed his sword the fro the scabbard at his back and fisted the hilt in his hand. Anger smoldered in the depths of his chocolate-brown eyes, but if that fierce glare was meant to make her shriek and scamper into the woods, the man and his stubborn male pride had another think coming.

She notched up her chin and met him scowl for scowl. Not for one second would she let him intimidate her. No constructs governed the ways of the forest. Out here, survival was the only decree, and if risking injury was the price for her freedom, she was happy to end this test of will come what may.  

“It’s time you learned a thing or two, my love.”

Ha! Could he be any more condescending? On a click and whirr, her wrist blades snapped home and she hugged her chest, widening her legs into her warrior’s stance. “Too bad Denmar’s not here to save your ass. It’s high time we settle our differences once and for all.”

 

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 AJ_Photo2008_webAJ is a multi-published, award-winning author who lives in the middle of a cornfield in NW Indiana. Her loving husband, two beautiful children and a bevy of spoiled pets have agreed to stay and, in exchange for three rations per day and laundry service, tolerate her lunacy. While she spends most days happily ensconced in crafting romance across a multitude of genres, an underground coup has been percolating. The dogs just informed her the cat is secretly vying for dictatorship.

Website: http://ajnuest.com
Blog:
http://ajbooks.blogspot.com

Email: ajnuest@yahoo.com

Facebook Page:  https://www.facebook.com/amyjo.nuest

Twitter: @AJNuest
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About Calisa Rhose

I'm a mother of three daughters, five granddaughters, and wife to a wonderfully supportive man. I began writing warm you to the bones romance as a teen, and the addiction has now morphed into a life of its own. I became a published author in May 2011! I create art and jewelry with polymer clay and beads to relax and sew for fun. See my craft and sewing projects at http://fancifulallure.wordpress.com

Posted on 01/09/2014, in Blog Tour, guest blogging, Pen of the Dreamer, Promotion and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Woke up to a nice gift on my Kindle app — Caedmon’s Curse! Happy release day AJ! 🙂

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  2. WHOOO HOOOO is RIGHT! Thank you so much for posting my great news today, Calisa! It has completely made my day! Love ya to bits!!! xoxo

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    • Ugh- I’m such a loser, AJ. I went shopping and didn’t get anything done here! In my defense, it was the first time I’d got to visit and hang with my daughter and granddaughter since before Christmas and we were out for hours. It was so nice not to have to hurry home as I usually do.

      Congrats on Caedmon’s Curse my friend! 🙂 I can’t wait to read it. 😀

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