Sunday, March 26, 2017

*~Virtual Book Tour: Ice Dragon Tales~*


M/M Romance 
Date Published: February 2017



Prince Joron of Blade Rain was kissed by a man he had no idea was King Aric of Claymoor Doom. Of course King Aric had no idea the one he kissed was even a man since Joron was dressed as a woman. Disguised to escape the newly crowned king of Blade Rain who just happens to be Joron's brother, Joron is swept off his feet by Aric when he is rescued by him from an assault. Aric is also swept off his feet by the beauty of the "woman" and that one amazing kiss. Aric, who is led to believe the beautiful woman he kissed is actually the princess, immediately goes to the king of Blade Rain and offers for the princess’s hand in marriage and his offer is accepted. Unfortunately, King Aric is now betrothed to Liarta, Joron’s sister. But an emergency has King Aric racing home without finding out the mistake he has made and now Joron must ride to Claymoor Doom to renegotiate the offer since Liarta is in love with someone else and does not want to marry King Aric. 

Imagine Aric’s surprise when he discovers the Prince is the one he thought was the Princess! So Aric does the only thing he can think of. He will release Liarta from her obligation of marriage, but only if Joron takes her place... in the marriage bed. 



Prince Joron of Blade Rain was kissed by a man he had no idea was King Aric of Claymoor Doom. Of course King Aric had no idea the one he kissed was even a man since Joron was dressed as a woman. Disguised to escape the newly crowned king of Blade Rain who just happens to be Joron's brother, Joron is swept off his feet by Aric when he is rescued by him from an assault. Aric is also swept off his feet by the beauty of the "woman" and that one amazing kiss. Aric, who is led to believe the beautiful woman he kissed is actually the princess, immediately goes to the king of Blade Rain and offers for the princess’s hand in marriage and his offer is accepted. Unfortunately, King Aric is now betrothed to Liarta, Joron’s sister. But an emergency has King Aric racing home without finding out the mistake he has made and now Joron must ride to Claymoor Doom to renegotiate the offer since Liarta is in love with someone else and does not want to marry King Aric. 

Imagine Aric’s surprise when he discovers the Prince is the one he thought was the Princess! So Aric does the only thing he can think of. He will release Liarta from her obligation of marriage, but only if Joron takes her place... in the marriage bed.

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Things are going well for King Aric. He had Joron safely hidden away. Diagus, although a continuing threat to Joron, had left his castle empty handed, and the Cetin Gang was headed for his dungeons. He should be thrilled but – something was not right. He could feel it. 
Sure enough, when he returns to Claymoor castle, he finds Joron has been kidnapped and he must ride immediately to rescue him. And knowing the culprit, it was not going to be an easy task. However, Aric has a trump card; a letter from a dead king. Seemingly nonsensical at first, it now points a finger directly at a murderer and Aric is convinced Joron is next. Somehow he has to find him and get Joron back into his protective arms before it’s too late. 
Unfortunately, there are other huge pitfalls just waiting in the shadows. It turns out Joron is the true king of Blade Rain and Aric's long dead wife miraculously returns to claim Aric as her own. Between all the lies, murders, and life altering revelations, is there hope for these two at all? 

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King Diagus of Blade Rain is in a bind. He is duty bound to produce a royal heir and the only way he knows that can happen is if he beds a woman. Definitely not his idea of Happily Ever After. In fact, far from it. Except instead of walking down the aisle with the princess he has arranged to marry, Diagus is off in the wilds of Claymoor Doom. But there’s a good reason. Rumor had it there was someone near Gray Valley with Diagus’s stark blue eyes. A possible relative and therefore an heir? Was there a chance he might not have to marry a woman, after all?  Regrettably, Diagus finds no one matching the rumor’s description. What he does find is a heinous, black magic plot for murder and Diagus is the next on the list.
Tama’s pregnant sister claimed to be carrying the child of a king. Not just any king. The mighty king of Blade Rain. She was determined to get out of the very poor house of Hilman and into the lap of luxury. But fate had its own agenda. Sadly, Tama must raise his nephew all by himself after his sister unexpectedly dies in childbirth. It’s not a problem, though. He loves Aydin as he loved his sister – with all his heart.
However, Tama’s lazy and abusive father, Beourn, is angry and extremely disappointed. Being the grandfather of a crown prince, he was looking forward to moving to the castle and living a life of extravagance. With his daughter’s death, that was no longer possible. So, he does the unthinkable. He kidnaps Aydin with the intent of selling him to the rich and powerful king. Tama is stunned he would do such a thing and chases after Beourn to rescue Aydin.
But he doesn’t get far before he is confronted with a beautiful man being viciously attacked. Of course Tama has to help. If he doesn’t the man will surely die. Except Tama quickly learns the man is far more than just someone in trouble. In fact, the man is a king and will change Tama’s life. Forever.

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I live in Minnesota where I holds tight to the idea that here, where it’s cold a good part of the year, I won’t age as fast. Yep, I avoid the truth as much as I avoid mirrors. But one of the reasons I love writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, I doesn’t mind “real life” and I do try to at least keep it in mind when I write my stories, but I truly love creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every - single - time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason I love reading this genre, too. Give me a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and my computer, whether I am reading or writing, and I will entertain myself for hours. The fact I actually get paid to do it, is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.

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EXCERPT~THE SERVANT CROWN

As Tama entered the campsite, he was careful to note where each of the six men were located. Two had taken to the far tent, one other to yet another tent, and three were snoring loudly near the still brightly burning fire. He continued to watch all three locations as he made his way to Aydin’s tent.
Then he was inside.
There his sweet little boy lay. Bundled in the single blanket, his breathing still labored from his crying. Tama’s heart lunged, and he felt slightly ill from the movement. Did his poor innocent little man think Tama was gone, never to return?
He knelt to gently pick him up, hoping he would remain sleeping and not cry out. But when he tried, something prevented him from being able to move the child. Tama quickly removed the blanket to see the reason Aydin had not exited the tent. He was tied around the waist with a rope! Tama followed the other end to the tent pole.
They had tethered his Aydin! They had tied his child up like some kind of animal. Bright hate and anger rose in him, so much so, he wished he had brought his bow and arrows with him. He imagined himself swiftly killing each and every one of the people in this camp for doing this.
But he had left them, thankfully, with Rego. Mainly because his priority had to be getting Aydin out of here. He tamped down his emotions and went to work on the rope.
Of course, all the movement and rustling around awakened Aydin.
“Papa!” Aydin screamed.
“Shhh! Yes, Aydin, it’s Papa,” Tama whispered. “Please, sweetheart, you must remain quiet. Papa has to get you loose.” Damn. That had been awfully loud, and there was a distinct lack of snoring now. Had the soldiers been roused by the sound?
“Papa, papa, papa!” Aydin’s arms were around Tama’s neck, and he could no longer see the rope. He so desperately needed to loosen these bonds, but he was also overcome with joy that those fiercely strong little arms were once again around him.
As Tama feared, he heard commotion from outside of the tent. Several of the guards were now coming toward them, he was sure of it. Tama pushed Aydin back and tried in vain to loosen the tether. He heard someone enter the tent behind him.
“Who are you?” the man shouted. “Get away from the kid!”
Tama turned to face him, although it was too dark to really see the man’s face. The fire was lighting the guard from behind so he had no trouble seeing the size of the man, who was bending low to fit inside the tent.
“Aydin belongs to me! You have no right to take him!”
The man answered by reaching down, grabbing a hold of Tama’s left arm, and basically picking him up off the ground. Being that Aydin was still tethered to the tent pole, Tama had to let him go.
The man dragged Tama out of the tent while poor little Aydin screamed, “Papa, papa, papa!” behind him.
This was it. He was going to die. He had no idea what Aydin’s fate would be, being that he had failed to rescue him.
“What is all this commotion out here?”
“Princess! Please stay in your tent. We are dealing with an intruder.”
The beautifully dressed woman had obviously changed into evening wear, no longer in the magnificent purple ensemble she had had on before. Now she was wearing a gown made of light-blue gossamer material that floated about her like smoke as she moved. Her long brown hair was down around her shoulders, forming a perfect frame for her beautiful face.
“Intruder?” She glanced first at Tama, then at the tent where Aydin still screamed out “Papa”, then back at Tama. “Seems to me he is a welcome guest!”
“Princess! He tried to take the child!”
“It’s obvious, you idiot, he is the child’s father!” But then she stopped, tilted her head at Tama, and walked closer.
“Princess, please stay back.”
“Quiet!” she shot at the guard, who stood behind Tama and held him tightly by both arms. Then she regarded Tama again, studying his face. After a moment, she said, “The boy calls you ‘papa.’ Why? I know for a fact you are not the boy’s father.”
She knows for a fact? What was truly going on here? “I… I’m Aydin’s uncle. His mother was my sister. But she died in childbirth so I have been raising him.”
“Ahhh. Now that makes sense.” She looked around the campsite, then back at Tama. “You are alone?”
Tama huffed. “Yes.”
“Good.” She glanced at the man holding Tama. “Put him in with the screaming kid so he is finally quiet and I can get some rest.” She returned her glare to Tama. “See to it that you don’t try to run off with him, or I will have you both killed. Do you understand?”
Tama swallowed hard and nodded.
“Good!” She turned back toward her tent and waved a hand in the air. “Put a guard on the both of them. We depart in a couple of hours.” She disappeared back inside her tent, leaving the guard with his task.
He grunted and pushed Tama back toward Aydin’s tent, letting him go. “Get back in there and quiet that kid. If you so much as stick your head outside the tent before I call you to come out, I’ll kill you.”
Tama never looked back. He dashed inside the tent and dove for Aydin, pulling him into his arms and hugging with all his heart.
Tears were streaming down his face as those strong little arms pulled him in with tiny hitches of “Papa” whispered in his ear.
“Yes, Papa is here, my sweet. Papa is here.”


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