Update on The King & His Queen!

If my schedule holds, I hope to have The King & His Queen available in the next two to three weeks. The King is a demanding one and often changes the plans I have for him, even after edits are done. So any delay with this book lies with King Talon. 🙂

Contest winners will be announced and receive an ARC before the book is available. Watch for announcements!

 

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To celebrate the release of The King & His Queen in February, I’m giving away five ARCs (advanced reading copies) to five lucky readers. Leave a message in the comment box and you’ll be entered to win an e-book of The King & His Queen just before it’s released.

 

 

A brief excerpt of The King & His Queen

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The King & His Queen Excerpt

A brief excerpt from The King & His Queen

Available February 2017

donnafletcher_thekinghisqueen_200Talon’s heart slammed against his chest when he caught sight of Hemera up on the thatched roof, on her knees, gripping a saw in her hand.

“Hemera!” Talon cursed himself when she startled and stretched her hands out for balance and to keep from falling off the roof.

“You might want to try talking to her more calmly,” Paine suggested and received a scowl from Talon that stabbed at him like a sharp knife, though did not penetrate… a smile being his shield.

Talon came to stand a short distance away from the ladder leaning against the roof. His voice remained strong, though he did not bellow at her.  “Get down from there now, Hemera.”
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Continuing Adventures of a Romance Writer…

imagesContinuing adventures of a romance writer… I love autumn especially the colorful leaves. Of course those leaves need raking and so I tackled the job the other day. My mind was just as busy as my hands and by the time I got a big pile of leaves together I had a thought for a scene in The King & His Queen. I pictured Hemera lying in a bunch of

leaves in the woods, staring up at the sky.

I wondered how the ground would feel beneath her. Would the cold seep through to chill her and what could she possibly be thinking? I put my rake aside and dropped down to lay prone in the leaves, staring up at the sky as Hemera would do.

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