Handbag Monday...er, Wednesday!
Hi Vicki! Thank you for having me back on your blog! Today, I'm showing off my big bag purse.
Now, as you probably know, I'm not a purse girl (don't be hating!). I go through one purse at a time and when it wears out, I buy another. But this one is a keeper. Look at the cute little butterfly on the handle! I use this bag when I travel on planes since it can carry my medicine, jewelry, Kindle (or a paperback book), sweater and my normal purse. That means it qualifies as one carry-on bag for the plane. Awesome, eh? And another great thing about it? It was free with a clothing purchase at a store that is no longer in business.
Guess what else is discounted? My first published novel. That's right, Magical Lover, the first book in the Draconia Tales series, is $0.99 until tomorrow, 6/4. There's not much time left on this deal! Here's the blurb and excerpt:
In a world where men can become dragons, Thoren is one of the most powerful. As a shape-shifting Draconi, Thoren wants nothing more than to continue searching for Halfling children, and returning them to Draconia. The last thing he wants or needs is a mate-until he meets Keara, an outcast unaware of the power that lies within her. Keara doesn't know what to make of Thoren or of the magic he practices. She learned early to keep her magic hidden-her witchy red hair and green eyes are burden enough. When Thoren offers his hand in place of a forced marriage with Lord Simon, Keara jumps at the chance to leave her town behind. But she fears Thoren will shun her when he discovers the truth about her abilities. Can Thoren convince Keara she is his lifemate, or will her secret talent be the wedge that drives them apart?
Excerpt:“I know enough to realize she denied you.” The stranger growled at Lord Simon, his voice gentling as he turned to Keara. “She will take me though, won’t you?”
Keara locked her gaze on the stranger, drawn by his green eyes that looked so much like her own. She had never seen green eyes on anyone else, but knew what they meant. Remembered what her grandmother had told her about them.
“Green eyes are the mark of evil, girl,” the old woman liked to say. “Be wary of them.”
The wind whipped the stranger’s hair about his face. A chiseled jaw topped by firm lips that whitened around the edges and a long straight nose comprised a face tightened in anger. His compelling eyes bored into hers.
She couldn’t stop staring at those eyes, all the while his fingers continued their steady pattern against her mark, sending sensuous feelings coursing through her veins.
A stranger or Lord Simon? The man whose touch sent zingers of pleasure throughout her body, or the possibly crazy, but socially acceptable man who might have her best interest in mind. Did she actually think that?
There was no choice. It took two tries to get the words out of her dry mouth.
“I’ll take you.” She lifted her chin toward the stranger and said a silent prayer he would spare her life.
Thank you, Karilyn, for showing off your stylish bag and your book!