This week, we're pleased to welcome author Kelley Heckart with her latest novel, DAUGHTER OF NIGHT. Join us again on Sunday for an author interview, with more details about the story behind the story. The author will offer a free copy of Daughter of Night to a lucky blog visitor. Be sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's post or Sunday's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb.
Their destiny began in the ancient land of Anatolia.
Their destiny began in the ancient land of Anatolia.
In 1326 BC, Crete is the last remaining sacred place for the
Great Goddess, but changes began to threaten the old gods, the Titans. Forced
to become an ally to the power hungry Olympian gods, Rhea hangs on to the
secret of the star metal, the one key that would make Zeus and the other young
gods invincible. When this secret is stolen, Rhea must find the Dactyl and the
goddess who betrayed Her before Zeus does.
Becuille is a daughter of Night, a servant of the Great
Goddess created to impart Her vengeance on mortal and immortal wrongdoers. Made
mortal by Rhea, she is sent to find the ones who betrayed the Great Goddess. In
the land of Hatti, she meets a proud and handsome prince. When love binds her
to him, her loyalties are torn.
Callileon, a prince of the Hatti, has closed off his heart
to love only to rediscover it in the arms of the mysterious and fiery slave girl
he has purchased. He is caught up in a dangerous world of power hungry gods,
jealous goddesses and potent magic, which even the Fates cannot steer him away
from.
Can two mortals fight the will of the gods?
**An Excerpt from Daughter of Night**
Another terrace lay below the Upper
Courtyard. Curious, she walked down, inhaling the scents of straw and animal
smells associated with stables. A sudden forceful wind almost knocked her down
and large raindrops fell from low-bellied black clouds gathered above the palace.
A loud crack of thunder caused her to jump and lightning danced from the sky,
dangerously close.
With nowhere else to run for cover,
she ducked into one of the stables just before another dangerous bolt landed
nearby with a loud crack. Turning, she was surprised to find Callileon kneeling
in the straw, stroking the head of a panting horse. Becuille jumped back,
startled to be so close to one of the frightening beasts.
“Inaras, I need your help. She is
having trouble giving birth.” His voice rang of desperation and Becuille
thought she saw tears shining in his eyes.
That he would shed tears for a beast
touched her in a strange way. “I...I will go for help.”
His hand shot out, gripping her
forearm in a strong hold. “No, there is no time. Please, Inaras...” His
pleading gaze bore into her.
“I do not have magic with the
beasts. I cannot help you.” She was in fact terrified of horses, remembering
how the northern invaders had ridden down from the mountains on the backs of
the snorting beasts, their hooves stamping, their large teeth gnashing. She
still had nightmares about them trampling people to death underneath their
dangerous hooves. But this beast did not look so threatening now, writhing in
pain on the ground.
The animal's soft nose touched
Becuille's hand, her soft brown eyes pleading for help. She experienced a pang
of compassion for the suffering beast. Callileon’s distressed expression
revealed how much he needed her. The prince would never beg her for help unless
he had no choice. By helping him, she could gain his trust. “Tell me what to
do.”
“I will need you to keep her calm
while I help the foal out,” he said. “Stroke her head and talk softly to her.”
She gazed down at the horse and
tentatively reached out, stroking the animal’s head. “Does she have a name?”
He caressed the horse’s head.
“Blaze, for the splash of white on her head that looks like flames.”
“Blaze, you will be healed soon.
Callileon here will help you,” she whispered, stroking the splash of white on
her head. The horse let out a strangled neigh and attempted to move.
“You need to keep her calm,”
Callileon said, giving her a hard look.
“I told you I have no talent for the
beasts and the storm is frightening her.” Another loud clap of thunder shook
the stable and a fierce wind wailed through the row of stables.
“Sing to her, Inaras.” Shouting over
the noise of the storm, his voice strained with frustration.
She felt like a fool for not
thinking of singing as a way to calm the beast. Singing a lullaby in the Cretan
language, she gently stroked Blaze's head as she would a small babe in a
cradle. The horse relaxed under the spell of her voice, neighing softly.
“I almost have it.” Callileon's arm
disappeared inside the mare, his face a mask of concentration and worry. The
foal slid out in a coating of placenta and other slime from the birth. He
pulled off his tunic shirt, leaving on only his kilt, and wiped the birthing
gore from the foal's nose and mouth. “He is not breathing.” He furiously tried
to clear the foal's passages so it could breathe.
Becuille watched with compassion for
the prince who tried with all his might to save the poor little creature. She
reached over, slapping the foal on the back with one hard slap.
Callileon grabbed her arm. “What are
you doing?” His eyes flashed with anger.
“Look, he is breathing.” She pointed
to the foal. “I saw a midwife slap a baby like that once to get it to breathe.”
The mare sat up and wiggled around
so she could lick her newborn foal. Mother and baby made a beautiful sight that
warmed her heart.
For the first time, Callileon looked
into her eyes, his guard down, and gave her a warm smile. His expression looked
to be one of gratitude and something akin to affection. He pulled her to his
bare chest, encircling her in his strong arms, and they waited out the storm,
content to watch mother and baby bond.
There was no need for any words
between them. They were both wet from the rainstorm and smelling of lathered
horse and birthing gore, but none of that mattered. It was an experience
Becuille would never forget for it was the first time she experienced a
connection to someone other than her goddess. Her feelings for Callileon
confused her now. He was not the arrogant brute she first thought him to be,
but a man capable of compassion. He wore his arrogance as a protective barrier
and determination gripped her to find out what had hurt him so much.
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Captivating...Sensual...Otherworldly
Website: http://www.kelleyheckart.com
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Buy links:
Mundania Press (in ebook formats and trade paperback):
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Daughter-Of-Night-ebook/dp/B008OCANEO/ref=sr_1_14?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1343182822&sr=1-14&keywords=kelley+heckart
Barnes & Noble Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/daughter-of-night-kelley-heckart/1112220212?ean=2940015001952
Buy links on author website: http://kelleyheckart.com/daughter_of_night.html