It's Snippet Sunday, a Weekend Writing Warriors' blog hop!
Vacation time is here! And my blog tour kicks off tomorrow. I'm so excited!
I'm well along into Sons of Herne 5, Feillor: God of Lammas, which is due out the end of this month. I have plans for a couple-day getaway to help me hurry up and finish!
Vacation time is here! And my blog tour kicks off tomorrow. I'm so excited!
I'm well along into Sons of Herne 5, Feillor: God of Lammas, which is due out the end of this month. I have plans for a couple-day getaway to help me hurry up and finish!
Last time, Feillor, god of the harvest, was harvesting wheat when a naked Salina appeared out of nowhere, throwing herself face down to avoid his scythe. She started apologizing to the god she assumed she'd somehow angered enough to take a swing at her. We ended with, “Either silence your tongue or rise up so I may hear it properly,” he said. “Your words are muffled within the stalks of sacred wheat you are crushing.”
We pick up with her reply...
We pick up with her reply...
Salina shoved herself up on her knees, her long hair thankfully falling over her exposed skin. “I didn’t mean to damage your wheat…I don’t even know where I am.”
“You are in the sacred fields of Avinar, where no human has ever set foot.”
“How did I get here?”
“How indeed.”
She risked a glance upward, finding him staring down at her with the scythe hoisted casually over his shoulder. Every enticing inch was sculpted, rugged male, though his eyes penetrated her with an intensity that was far from human—as were the horns on his head that had given away his identity the moment she’d seen him.
“Did you bring me here because you heard my prayer?” she asked.
“Who do you believe you were praying to?” he asked, a touch of derision firing his gaze
“To you, of course—Herne the hunter.”
“To you, of course—Herne the hunter.”
What do you think?
About Feillor: God of Lammas
Feillor is preparing to bring in the first harvest before the celebration of Lammas, a task he undertakes for his own realm, not for the benefit of the humans who long ago abandoned respect for nature and the old ways. He raises his scythe to cut the sacred wheat and nearly "harvests" a woman who appears out of nowhere. Returning the earth woman means dealing with the Fates, who will grant his request to send her back on one condition--he must cross to the human realm and stay there for three days before deciding gods should abandon mortals forever.
Salina has no intention of letting a construction company gobble up the precious woods where she conducts her most sacred pagan rituals. She is praying for guidance when she is taken swept away to the realm of immortals--and almost straight into the blade of a horned god's scythe. She believes her prayers to Herne have been answered, but instead she learns that Feillor is actually Herne's son--and that he has little care for humans. When she is stuck with him for three days back on Earth, she decides to that she is just the witch to convince a god that the mortal realm is worth saving.
When forces in her world and his own combine to draw them apart, Feillor must come to terms with budding respect for humans-particularly the witch he aches to join with in the ritual of harvest.
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 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.
Read Book 1 of the series, Dominus: God of Yule--and follow the link inside to get Book 2 free!
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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!
