Today I have a guest blogger, Rie McGaha taking over my blog! Welcome, Rie! Tell us about yourself and your book!
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?
When I was a little girl I loved to read fairy tales where plain, no status girls wind up being pursued by Prince Charming and living happily ever after. I was so taken by these stories that when I was about seven years old, I used to go to a meadow near our house and sing songs trying to get the woodland creatures to come to me like Cinderella did. My friend Donna, who was a few years older, lived down the dirt road a ways, but we lived in the Trinity Alps and her house was the only one near us, and she had fabulous dress up gowns. We pretended to be everything from Miss Kitty to Sleeping Beauty and danced away the night with our own make believe Prince Charmings.
I suppose I never really outgrew the fairy tale and, although my life was far from a fairy tale, it never kept me from fantasizing or wishing for Prince Charming to whisk me away on his white steed. Of course life has a way of bringing fantasy into reality but somewhere in the back of my mind, I continued to look for Prince Charming. Since he didn’t seem to be anywhere on the horizon in real life, I figured I’d bring him from my fantasy life onto paper. I wrote my first fantasy romance in the eighth grade. Pretty mild compared to what I write these days but it whetted my appetite for more.
All through school I wrote and read. Once I discovered my mother’s “True Life” magazines, the raciest thing I’d ever read, I discovered things I had never dreamed of and began incorporating those things into my writing. I wrote my first erotic romance at eighteen. Although it was never published, and I blushed at the idea of the things I wrote about, I learned some very useful lessons. Of course, back then anything to do with bedroom activities were considered porn and porn was coming on strong in the 70′s.
As I continued to expand my horizons with each passing year, I became more interested in the research than the writing as most young people do, and then a wonderful thing happened – I met Prince Charming. Once kids came along, I went back to writing where I began, with fantasies for my children. The fantasy world can be anything, any time, any place. You can fly on your own abilities, travel through time and space, be the hero or heroine, and live happily ever after. Funny, now that I’m a multi-published author who writes fantasy romance from time to time, I look at my life with Prince Charming, and as hard as I try, nothing I write comes close to my real life fantasy.
She stood on the other side of the fire and watched him sleep. He was more beautiful in person than he was in her dreams. His face was soft in repose, and she walked slowly to him, careful not to make any sound that might wake him. Kneeling beside him, her fingers itched to touch the smooth skin of his face. How she wanted to trace her fingers over those full, kissable lips, to his high cheekbones, along his jaw, and over his brow. Her lips tingled at the thought of pressing them against his.
He slept without a shirt, and the sight of his bare chest caused her breath to catch in her throat. His skin was tanned from the summer sun, and she wanted to touch the golden hair on his chest. To trace a line down his body to where more hair covered his stomach and then disappeared in a trail below the band of his leather breeches.
Wondering what else lay below that line, she wanted to know if the bottom half of him was as beautiful as the top. She hugged her knees tightly to her chest to give her hands something to do, or else she knew she would touch him. And that was not allowed. She’d broken the rules just by being with him now, but she was not actually making contact with the mortal. Not a
word had been spoken between then, she had not reached for him, nor had she wakened him. Oh, she wanted to wake him—to wake him and do much more—but time had run out, and she needed to get back or she would be missed. She sat for a moment longer and when he stirred, she caught her breath. He settled back into sleep, and, impulsively, she softly kissed his brow. Then she was gone.
Rie McGaha was born and raised in northern California along the shores of Humboldt County where her grandmother often took her to dig for clams and watch the whales migrate. Being raised with the mountains on one side and the ocean on the other, gave Rie a deep love for nature. She has resided in the Kiamichi Mountains of SE Oklahoma where she rescues animals. She is the mother of 12 and Nana of 33 (and counting).
She is an author, editor, and reviewer. She has more than a dozen books to her credit, with the other two books of the My Soul To Keep Trilogy being released later this year. You can join Rie, GA Hauser, & Stormy Glenn at Blog Talk Radio, May 14, 2011 at 7 pm CST, followed by a group chat at Erotic Promo. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/eroticpromo/
Thank you, Rie, for sharing your book with us! I LOVE the cover! I wish you all the best in sales.