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Sunday, November 29, 2015

NaNo 2015 -Snippet Sunday Edition #4


I'm taking part in Weekend Writing Warrior’s  Snippet Sunday. Throughout November I'll be showcasing my NaNo project, the Sons of Herne novella series. 
I'm working on Book 4, Fire of Beltane. And I'm pleased to say that this past week, on day 23, I crossed 50k and beat the NaNoWriMo challenge!

Last week, Jorandil, god of Beltane, shared some misgivings with his friend Andero as he prepared to cross the veil for the sabbat ritual. Now, ready or not, he calls forth the ancient powers as part of his duty.



Andero stood back while Jorandil flexed his shoulders, and his wings unfolded, massive and powerful, spanning his side of the veil. The wingspread would anchor him to this realm while his body pressed through the breach to the earth side.
The white silk robe he wore, trimmed with the brilliant red-gold of a Beltane fire, trailed behind him while he walked toward the pedestal of the sabbat artifact. He drew the torch from the holder like a sword from its sheath, holding it aloft while he lifted his voice in the ancient prayer.
The fire sprang to life with a whoosh, bowing to the god of Beltane with a flickering dance. Jorandil held his hand there, absorbing the power of fire and feeling the magic in the flame, beckoning him to perform his calling, crackling in sounds that conjured whispers of the ancients, before returning the torch to the pedestal holder.
“The flame of the sabbat torch has been called forth,” Andero pronounced. “The ritual of Beltane is declared.”
Jorandil closed his eyes and sent his will out to the universe through his thoughts.
“Don’t drink the water,” he heard Andero say jokingly as he pushed through the veil.


What do you think?  

About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.
It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

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For more awesome snippets, check out 


NaNoWriMo Achieved!


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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Friday, November 27, 2015

Now Available: Dominus: God of Yule (Sons of Herne 1)

Dominus: God of Yule
(previously titled Season of Light)
Book 1 of the Sons of Herne series

READ FREE NOW

Loving Lorayna could cost him his sacred power...


It is the time of Yule, and Dominus, god of the sabbat, should never have had to spend half the year nurturing the latest light bearer himself. Now, months of visiting Lorayna, present only as a whisper, has sparked a yearning inside of him that he cannot shake.
Lorayna has felt herself drawn to the pagan path by a presence she has been unable to resist. When she discovers her “holiday spirit” is in fact a mouthwateringly sexy god, she’s ready for whatever sabbat ritual he chooses. To her disappointment, his intentions are strictly hands-off.
Giving up her light is not as easy as surrendering to his will, however. Dominus is forced to break the rules and give into his urges before the Yule power consumes her from within. The ripples of their passion will alter many sabbat unions to come—and Dominus must defy his father, Herne, to follow his desires and prove to Lorayna that she was not merely another light bearer.



Excerpt:

Dominus thought of his last visit to Lorayna, how he had stood at her bedside, whispering ancient secrets while her hair spilled across her pillow and her round curves beckoned. His male need flared into a sharp ache at her beauty, and how he longed to plunge his fingers through that silken hair, run his tongue over every sultry dip and swell on her body. He never touched her. He could not. He had stayed overlong on that visit, for he knew the time had come—a time he both longed for and resented. The time when his visits to her, unwanted though they had begun, would be at an end. A lump in his stomach punctuated the thought.
A figure passed by the sheer curtain drawn halfway across the front window, and his pulse quickened.
Lorayna.
He heard the name dance through his thoughts, and try though he might, he could not wave it away. He typically preferred not to know the names of the women whose light he released. There was little point in it, for he would not see nor know anything of the females once his mission was complete. For their part, the women would know nothing of him, either. The majority of humans were blissfully unaware that their world sat tightly against a realm of immortals and magic, nor did they care to know just how much their gods were still at work to this day, walking the woods, tending to fields and lusty lasses, and generally keeping the balance of their worlds at peace.
Laughter rose to his ears, and he drew back instinctively behind the cover of trees. Humans would not see him while he wore the veil charm, rare few, anyway, but best not to chance it. The door to the cottage opened, and several people spilled out, happy and carefree and followed by a waft of alcohol that was apparent to his keen, supernatural senses. Then there she was, Lorayna, standing in the doorway with a wide smile that tightened Dominus’s chest. She wore a pure white sweater, oversized and yet clinging to her ripe figure, and while she chatted to her departing guests, she tucked a silken strand of dark brown hair behind one ear. Blue and silver bells tinkled on her earrings, jingling as she nodded and laughed. Her lips, painted pink and glossy, caught his eye, and he found himself staring at how they puckered and released with every syllable she spoke. Long, well-manicured nails had been painted to match.
His cock throbbed in earnest, already impatient with the guests who were lingering far too long at the threshold for his tastes. He was eager for their time together, yearning to see his months of attention to her physical and emotional well-being come to fruition.
One of the males leaned close to kiss Lorayna on the lips, and a swell of unpleasant heat rose in Dominus’s stomach. She was not his to own, of course, and he had no cause for jealousy. She would no doubt sleep with other men in the future, probably many others. But she had kept herself pure since May Day, because she knew deep in her subconscious that she was fated for no other until Dominus helped her birth the shining light he saw inside her even now. The sun’s energy pulsed from within, a bright, glowing force like a singular joy that was at the apex of its power. He alone would bring back that light, coaxing it from her in an explosion of climax. She would feel exquisite pleasure as she returned that energy to the universe, followed by a temporary sense of loss. She would move forward, however, unaware of her crucial role in the wheel’s turn of the coming year. 
The overly attentive male turned to a man beside him and laid a suggestive kiss on him, complete with a sweep of the tongue while squeezing his ass. Dominus relaxed his fists. So, the male had other inclinations. Good.
“Try not to be a stranger,” the other male said with a flourish. “Make a New Year’s resolution to come out into the world more than once a month.”
“It’s not New Year’s yet,” she said.
“Before you know it.”
“I just can’t believe it’s already over,” Dominus heard Lorayna saying to the two men who were now holding hands. “I’ve felt such a holiday spirit this Yule.”
She glanced over the man’s shoulder, looking straight at Dominus while those perfect nails raked strands of her hair smooth. “Of course. It just feels like it tonight, is all.”
He held her gaze, fully aware that she did not truly see him. At most, perhaps, she was aware of a by now familiar presence. As her dark eyes penetrated him, however, he began to wonder. 

About the Sons of Herne series:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.

Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle that will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

NaNo 2015 -Day 23-24 Winner!

I've interrupted my normal blog schedule to bring you daily updates from November's National Novel Writing Challenge

Throughout November, I'll be checking in daily with some quick notes, a progress meter, and to share my favorite line written that day! 

Daily Notes: I did it!! Dug in for a longer sprint yesterday (Day 23) and crossed 50k JUST in time to have to rush off to work. That's why my victory post didn't get put out until today.  
For Day 24, I may well do some more word count, but I'm going to take a breather to appreciate the juggling that went into keeping a busy schedule along with 50k words in 23 days.

Daily Total: 2979

Favorite Line Written Today: 

"Despite the ludicrous appearance of a dragon with a head too large for its small body, the gnashing teeth and smoking nostrils gave Jorandil no comfort."


Daily Progress:


About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Sunday, November 22, 2015

NaNo 2015 -Snippet Sunday Edition #3


I'm taking part in Weekend Writing Warrior’s  Snippet Sunday. Throughout November I'll be showcasing my NaNo project, the Sons of Herne novella series. 
At the moment, I'm working on Book 4, Fire of Beltane.

Last week I was working with Book 3, so I'm leaving that aside for now to share a snippet from the new novella. Jorandil, god of Beltane, is preparing to cross the veil for the sabbat ritual. He and his friend, Andero, are discussing his lack of enthusiasm for choosing the human mate who will consent to partner with him in the ritual. For while she will grant consent, she will neither feel his touch nor remember the joining afterward.



A brief shudder went through Jorandil, and along with the surge of blood through his veins came a faint pop of pressure in his ears. The thin veil between worlds was opening, pulling him in.
“I needn’t bother choosing the sabbat maiden,” Jorandil said. “One is exactly the same as the next.”
“And if she is uglier than the back end of a centaur?” Andero asked.
Jorandil shrugged. “The choice matters not,” he said. “I’ll leave it to fate to provide a worthy candidate.”
“Then light the torch, god of Beltane. Call forth the power to seal the veil.”


What do you think?  

About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.
It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

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For more awesome snippets, check out 


NaNoWriMo Progress:


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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Saturday, November 21, 2015

NaNo 2-15 -Day 21!

I've interrupted my normal blog schedule to bring you daily updates from November's National Novel Writing Challenge

Throughout November, I'll be checking in daily with some quick notes, a progress meter, and to share my favorite line written that day! 

Daily Notes: I almost thought I'd broken stride today, because when I sat down to write, the computer tried to give me the raspberry. I just wasn't feeling it. But after yesterday's semi-break, I made my word count before heading to work, and I'm happy to say I've hit 46k. Less than 5k to go to win!

Daily Total: 1805

Favorite Line Written Today: 

"He stared out over the thin atmosphere, through wisps of cloud and gusts of chill air, with his hands on his hips and his wing feathers ruffling in the wind."


Daily Progress:


About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Friday, November 20, 2015

NaNo 2015 -Day 20!

I've interrupted my normal blog schedule to bring you daily updates from November's National Novel Writing Challenge

Throughout November, I'll be checking in daily with some quick notes, a progress meter, and to share my favorite line written that day! 

Daily Notes: Well, it finally happened...today was the first day I did not make the "minimum" average word count of 1667 words. Now, my personal average to beat is 527 currently, and I nearly doubled that, so it's all good. Besides, I've been spending a lot of my so-called "days off" from work doing chore extravaganzas, so after a few hours of the same, I decided to take a break.
44k and counting!

Daily Total: 1033

Favorite Line Written Today: 

"A man, a gorgeous creature with rippling muscles, hair like pale white satin, and wings—huge, shimmering wings—had appeared out of nowhere while she had lain in bed, trying to fall asleep but too busy freaking out about finals."


Daily Progress:


About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Thursday, November 19, 2015

NaNo 2015 -Day 19!

I've interrupted my normal blog schedule to bring you daily updates from November's National Novel Writing Challenge

Throughout November, I'll be checking in daily with some quick notes, a progress meter, and to share my favorite line written that day! 

Daily Notes: Hello, 43k AND the start of Book 4, Fire of Beltane. The morning was busy with extra tasks like driving the car out to our mechanic, so I only got the first 1k done before work. I took the laptop along and finished on my lunch break.

Daily Total: 1687

Favorite Line Written Today: 

"The flame sprang to life with a whoosh, bowing to the god of Beltane in a flickering dance while Jorandil held his hand there, absorbing the power of fire and feeling the magic beckon him to perform his calling."


Daily Progress:


About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

NaNo 2015 -Day 18!

I've interrupted my normal blog schedule to bring you daily updates from November's National Novel Writing Challenge

Throughout November, I'll be checking in daily with some quick notes, a progress meter, and to share my favorite line written that day! 

Daily Notes: I had a day off from work and the family was out of the house, so I wrote a bit extra today and finished Book 3! 41k and counting...in that final stretch to reach the goal.

Daily Total: 2257

Favorite Line Written Today: 

"The brown rabbit stood on its hind legs, his ears tall and perked forward, and his pink nose twitched with interest at the god who had come to visit his forest."


Daily Progress:


About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

NaNo 2015 -Day 17!

I've interrupted my normal blog schedule to bring you daily updates from November's National Novel Writing Challenge

Throughout November, I'll be checking in daily with some quick notes, a progress meter, and to share my favorite line written that day! 

Daily Notes: About to cross the 40k mark! Another double writing session today, half before my daughter's lessons, half after. I'm excited that this third novella, while a much more detailed (and longer) story than I'd first expected, is drawing near the end.

Daily Total: 1730

Favorite Line Written Today: 

"Tallisun's heart was pounding, and his mouth fell open when the stag took two more steps forward, paused, and then lowered its head and front half in a deep bow of respect."


Daily Progress:


About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

~ *~ * ~ * ~ *~ *~ * ~ *~ 

I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Monday, November 16, 2015

NaNo 2015 -Day 16!

I've interrupted my normal blog schedule to bring you daily updates from November's National Novel Writing Challenge

Throughout November, I'll be checking in daily with some quick notes, a progress meter, and to share my favorite line written that day! 

Daily Notes: I switched over to writing in the morning again, half before doing my daughter's homeschool lessons, half after. The current story is longer than I anticipated, and I've long since gone "off script" from the original outline, but I'm very much enjoying the ride.

Daily Total: 1729

Favorite Line Written Today: 

"He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, no longer encumbered by the weight of his horns while he simply existed in that moment, letting the life force of nature surround and penetrate and inform the god of spring."


Daily Progress:


About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Sunday, November 15, 2015

NaNo 2015: Snippet Sunday Edition #2

~~Today's snippet contains adult themes~~

I'm taking part in Weekend Writing Warrior’s  Snippet Sunday. Throughout November I'll be showcasing my NaNo project, the Sons of Herne novella series. 
At the moment, I'm working on Book  3, Spirit of Spring.

Last time, Harper discovered she wasn't alone on her solo camping trip when she heard a man's voice outside her tent--most likely the man responsible for stealing her clothes when she'd been bathing in the lake. The scene ends there with a POV switch to Tallisun, god of Ostara, who is standing just outside after she warned that she was armed.



Tallisun waited, wondering what manner of weapon she had trained on him and whether she might unleash it before even setting foot out of the tent. He set her garments down on a canvas folding stool, chiding himself for his foolhardy whim.
He had been possessed by a touch of his mother’s spirit, no doubt, when the trickster in him had decided to grab the woman’s clothing and duck into the woods with it to watch her reaction. Why had he done it?
He’d merely been curious when he had first followed her back to her camp, where he'd watched in surprise while delicate, yet skillful hands made quick work of skinning a pair of conies. What had truly thrown him was when he’d trailed her back to the lake, where she’d pulled off her garments before he could blink.
Spying on bathing women wasn’t his style, but how could a man, even an immortal god, resist such perfection? Still, she had distracted him from a hunt and cost him his kill, so once he had shaken himself free from the intoxicating sight of her, he’d had a sudden and irresistible urge to exact a bit of payback for her unwitting intrusion.


What do you think?  

About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.
It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

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For more awesome snippets, check out 


NaNoWriMo Progress:


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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Saturday, November 14, 2015

NaNo 2015 -Day 14!

I've interrupted my normal blog schedule to bring you daily updates from November's National Novel Writing Challenge

Throughout November, I'll be checking in daily with some quick notes, a progress meter, and to share my favorite line written that day! 

Daily Notes: Still on a roll, stayed up for  a late-nighter to kick off the weekend so I could wake up and jump into some housecleaning and shopping to make some soup and roast for easy meals the next few NaNo days.


Daily Total: 1957

Favorite Line Written Today: 

"Jessica could throw on a scarf and look like the editor of a fashion magazine, whereas Harper could spent fifteen minutes knotting, flinging, and rearranging and look like her outfit had vomited up an extra bit of mismatched fabric."


Daily Progress:


About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

~ *~ * ~ * ~ *~ *~ * ~ *~ 

I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!