It's a doubly special day today! Not only do you get to take a look into House of Ruin, the latest book in the Scion science fiction romance series by Miriam Newman, but she is also giving us a sneak peek into her upcoming titles! Please enjoy and let her know what you think! Follow the tour for more. And of course, best of luck entering the giveaway!
Later this year DCL Publications will be presenting an ancient times romance called “Warlord.” Don’t miss the cover on that one! If ancient times are not your thing—although I love them--you can try the Siege of Jerusalem in the historical romance, “Land of Shadow.”
And finally, right now I am working on both a prequel and a sequel to my book The Comet, historical romance set around the time of the Norman conquest. There were so many good secondary characters in that one, I couldn’t resist. If you like knights, look for those.
When the beleaguered citizens of the capitol city of Thelona are swept by plague in the absence of their ruling class, which has fled it en masse, desperation finally pushes them to take to the streets. With their city burning, the Lords of Thelona have no choice but to shoulder the burden of responsibility. In the absence of their Highest, they turn to Caius, Scion of the House of Bardin. He has unwittingly placed himself in the path of his ruler’s ambitions and also endangered his human slave, Lela.
Read an excerpt:
Lela hoped for a peaceful day next day, since many of their guests had departed, but at mid-morning she heard Gracchu’s mutter from the front doorway. “Well, here comes trouble.”
The women were once more scrubbing down the sooty entryway that seemed like it would never be clean. One by one, though, they stood to crane their necks and peer out the door. It was so unusual for Gracchu to comment upon any visitor that she and the others feared some catastrophe, but the tears Lela felt start in her eyes were those of mirth and she looked at Dinitra helplessly. The dignified housekeeper was red in the face and took a moment to collect herself.
“Oh, go on then,” Dinitra said, giving their mountainous house guard an ineffectual shove. “Go help her!”
Shooting her an evil look, Gracchu stomped ungraciously down the circular drive and through Caius’s iron gate towards which an apparition struggled
Vena had not lost a single pound since Lela had seen her before Solstice. If anything, the dressmaker had increased in girth, and the sight of her unequal battle with gravity as she hauled herself up Camini Hill threw the watching women into gales of laughter. If they had not known her vanity, they would have had more sympathy.
But Vena, who had just survived conflagration, was gowned in a vast expanse of priceless silver brocade. The jewels encasing rolls of fat at her neck should have guaranteed her death; how she had made it through the citizenry alive was a question no one would ever be able to answer. Her towering mountain of jet-dyed hair was seriously askew, but it too was threaded with real silver. Teetering on heeled footwear, she could not have outrun anyone. Lela suspected sheer bravado and the stunned disbelief of onlookers had preserved her dressmaker’s life. Probably by the time footpads had stopped speculating on whether her jewels could possibly be real Vena had tottered past them and down some bolt hole known only to her.
“Bring wine,” Dinitra instructed one of the young slave girls. “Plenty.”
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