I’m turning the ranch over to my friend Cait to share her new book cover. I hope you enjoy this premier peek. I personally think it’s gorgeous! 🙂
Sefton Manor, a Gothic romance novella by Cait O’Sullivan
Musa Publishing – October 2013
Sefton Manor is the first of two Gothic romances by Cait O’Sullivan. The second cover reveal will be next Friday, the 27th September. Pop by Cait’s Place then and vote for your favourite to be in with a chance of winning a copy J. Buy links will also be posted there once available.
Sefton Manor, a country house that has somehow withstood the ravages of time, holds the key to Martha Kendall’s dysfunctional family. Asked by her grandmother to uncover the truth about her missing Aunt, Martha comes to Buckhurst Village. Despite unsettling occurrences upsetting her sensibilities, she starts asking questions.
Questions that lead her to Will Fellowes, a man whose family tended the grounds of Sefton Manor for centuries. Amidst whispers of pacts with the Devil, they pair up to wrestle the secret from the house. Or will Sefton Manor consume them all? Title: Sefton Manor Author: Cait O’Sullivan Genre: Gothic Romance Release Date: October 2013
Author bio: Cait O’Sullivan is a romance author with a love of words and magic, having had the good fortune to grow up in Ireland. The wanderlust in her blood sent her out to travel the world and now, residing in a leafy suburb of London, it is her thoughts and memories that journey far and wide in order to create her stories. Cait’s Place | Facebook |Twitter | Amazon
It’s Six Sentence Sunday where I join tons of other writers, whose links you will find by clicking on the logo above or on the site name, to thrill, tantalize and tickle your fancy with a tiny sample of something we’re working on, or that’s already published. I decided to go with a few lines from Back to the Way We Were, my short cowboy story.
I hope you enjoy a blip from this reunion story. This is when the main characters first meet again. At this point Haley has said exactly one word to Nick, before he’s even seen her face, hidden under a floppy hat. This is his reaction to that word, a voice he’s never forgotten–good or bad–over the years apart.
Husky and soft, her voice dug into his head and dragged across his memories like sand paper over raw skin. Suddenly he knew the color of her hair, the shape of her body. He knew the exact shade of green of her eyes. If he didn’t say her name, refused to acknowledge who she was, would he be able to wake from the dream in which he suddenly found himself? Hell no. That would be too simple, and nothing about Kyley Carter was ever easy.
I look forward to sharing more of this story next week!