Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Focus on Jean M. Grant's A Hundred Kisses

Wild Women Authors is delighted to help Wild Rose Press author Jean M. Grant celebrate the release of her first novel, A Hundred Kisses

      . . . Two wedding nights. Two dead husbands.
      Deirdre MacCoinneach wishes to understand her unusual ability to sense others’ lifeblood energies…and vows to discover if her gift killed the men she married. Her father’s search for a new and unsuspecting suitor for Deirdre becomes complicated when rumors of witchcraft abound.
       Under the fa├žade of a trader, Alasdair Montgomerie travels to Uist with pivotal information for a Claimant seeking the Scottish throne. A ruthless baron hunts him and a dark past haunts him, leaving little room for alliances with a Highland laird or his tempting daughter.

      Awestruck when she realizes that her unlikely travel companion is the man from her visions, a man whose thickly veiled emotions are buried beneath his burning lifeblood, Deirdre wonders if he, too, will die in her bed if she follows her father’s orders. Amidst magic, superstition, and ghosts of the past, Alasdair and Deirdre find themselves falling together in a web of secrets and the curse of a hundred kisses…

First, a bit about our debut author:
     Jean is a scientist, part-time education director, and a mom. She currently resides in Massachusetts and draws from her interests in history, science, the outdoors, and her family for inspiration. She enjoys writing non-fiction articles for family-oriented and travel magazines, and aspires to write children’s books while continuing to write novels. In 2008, she visited the land of her daydreams, Scotland, and it was nothing short of breathtaking. Jean enjoys tending to her flower gardens, tackling the biggest mountains in New England with her husband, and playing with her sons, while daydreaming about the next hero to write about...

Here’s where to go to learn more about Jean and her work:
Twitter: @JeanGrant05

Here’s an excerpt from A Hundred Kisses:
     She sensed no colors in the murky, lifeless water, and it was freeing. All breath escaped her. Muted visions passed before her eyes—her mother, her father, Gordon, and Cortland. Just a moment longer, she thought…
     Suddenly, a burst of warm light invaded her thoughts as air filled her lungs. Red-hot hands burned her shoulders and ripped her from her icy grave. She breathed life into her body. She coughed, gagging on the change.
     Muffled words yelled at her.
     Oh, God, so hot. His fingers were like hot pokers. Her head pounded as she slowly returned to the present. Heat radiated from her rescuer. Somebody had pulled her from the water.  “Wh—?”

     “Hush, lass. You nearly drowned.”
     His voice was as soothing as a warm cup of goat’s milk on a winter’s day. A red-hot glow emanated from his body. Never before had she felt such a strong lifeblood, and it nearly burned her. She struggled in his arms to get free. She blinked, only seeing a blurry form before her. “Release me!”
     She splashed and wriggled, and he did as told. She clambered to the shoreline. Numb and shaken, she began to dress. It wasn’t easy as she fumbled with slick fingers to put dry clothes over wet skin. She instantly regretted her naked swim. She pulled on her long-sleeved white chemise first.
     She faced the forest, away from her rescuer. He quietly splashed to shore. His lifeblood burned into her back. He wasn’t far behind, but he stopped. She refused to look at him until she was fully clothed, not out of embarrassment of her nudity, but for what had just happened. He released a groan and mumbled under his breath about wet boots. His voice was not one of her father’s soldiers.
     When she put the last garment on, her brown wool work kirtle, she squeezed out her sopping hair and swept her hands through the knotty mess. She fastened her belt and tied the lacings up the front of the kirtle. Blood returned to her fingertips, and she regained her composure. Belated awareness struck her, and she leaned down and searched through her bag for her dagger. She spun around.
     She gasped as she saw the man sitting on the stone-covered shoreline, his wet boots off. Confusion and the hint of a scowl filled his strong-featured face. She staggered back, caught her heel on a stone, and fell, dropping the dagger. Dirt and pebbles stuck to her wet hands and feet, and she instinctively scrambled away from him.
     His glower, iridescent dark blue eyes, and disheveled black hair were not unfamiliar. Staring at her was the man she had seen in her dream—it was the man from the wood.
If you are as fascinated as we are by this medieval romance, here’s where you can purchase it:

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  1. Love the excerpt - best of luck with your debut!

  2. A HUNDRED KISSES sounds fascinating. Good luck and great sales, Jean.

  3. Sounds great, and I love the tag line! Good luck with your book.

  4. Love medievals and this one sound intriguing. Best wishes.

  5. This read is definitely on my TBR list, Jean. Wishing you all the best!

    1. A few of yours are on my TBR list, too. Hoping to catch up on "leisure" reading in the fall...summer is not a slow time for me!

  6. Hey Jean! Sounds like a great read. Adding it to my TBR list. Good luck!

  7. YAAY and welcome to another writer of medieval stories :) Your book now sits on my TBR Kindle 'stack'. Best of luck with the release.

    1. Hope you enjoy it!! Love your enthusiasm. :)

  8. The man from her dreams... Your book sounds as beguiling as a Scottish brogue. Best of luck!

  9. Good luck with your release, Jean. Sounds like a terrific read.