author of celtic, medieval, gothic and fairytale inspired fiction
I’m a little late with this post but better late than never. So… a few days ago I announced a giveaway of two eBooks featuring stories of mine.
The eBooks up for grabs were Lost and Fable.
There were seven entries and according to random.org, the winners are as follows:
Kelly and Ailish
Kelly has won an electronic copy of Lost and Ailish, an electronic copy of Fable. I hope you enjoy reading.
Thank You to everyone that participated and I’ll be reaching out to the winners shortly.
It’s an awesome chance to stock up on free and discounted eBooks by your favorite indie authors.
Prices have been slashed by 25% on both Solstice & Lost. While, Morrighan remains at $0.99.
SALE ENDS ON JULY 31ST ONLY ON SMASHWORDS.
25% DISCOUNT! Smashwords’ Summer Winter Sale!
Discount codes can be found on each book’s page upon checkout!
Happy Reading!
And please, if you do pick up a copy of my short story, Morrighan, while it’s free, please consider leaving a review!
It’s an awesome chance to stock up on free and discounted eBooks by your favorite indie authors.
Prices have been slashed by 25% on both Solstice & Lost. While, Morrighan is FREE.
SALE ENDS ON MARCH 9th ONLY ON SMASHWORDS.
25% DISCOUNT! SALE! Smashwords’ Read an Ebook Week
Discount codes can be found on each book’s page upon checkout!
Happy Reading!
And please, if you do pick up a copy of my short story, Morrighan, while it’s free, please consider leaving a review!
Lost, my collection of short stories is available to pre-order digitally across select retailers HERE. They’ll continue to roll out, culminating with the release of the Amazon kindle and paperback versions, available on the 28th.
The collection brings together all my previously published short stories in one volume, and includes a few new, never before seen stories as well.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
For those of you who would like a taste of the stories within, here is an excerpt from the story, Owl Eyes.
The owl screeched again. The sense of urgency drew Lleu’s eyes back to the sky. There above, a trail of white flowers blossomed before stopping short.
His breath hitched as the bird fell from the sky and landed at his feet. A small cry escaped from his lips. Looking down upon the tiny mass of white feathers, he saw an even tinier heart-shaped crimson stain spring from the bird’s chest.
The owl – Blodeuwedd – was dead.
The crimson stain had barely begun to dry upon the bird’s downy feathers when the creature transformed back into the shapely form of a woman.
Llew sighed and bent to caress the soft – though now cold – cheek of his once beloved and cherished wife.
“Blodeuwedd,” he whispered.