After a
lifetime of teaching others to appreciate the written word, Aussie author Nhys
Glover finally decided to make the most of the Indie Book Revolution to get her
own written word out to the world. Now, with almost 100,000 of her ebooks
downloaded internationally and a winner of 2013 SFR Galaxy Award for 'The Titan
Drowns', Nhys finds her words, too, are being appreciated.
At home in
the beautiful Yorkshire Dales of England, Nhys these days spends most of her
time "living the dream" by looking out over the moors as she writes
the kind of novels she loves to read: The ones that are a little bit steamy, a
little bit different and wholly romantic.
Crippled
by shyness, shunned for being not-right-in-the-head, gifted artist and Roman
noblewoman, Marcia Mica, has only two people in the world who truly love her –
her teacher, Daedalus, and her childhood friend, Asterion, both slaves in her
father’s household. But when forbidden love blooms between the unlikely
friends, only disaster can come of it. That disaster leaves Marcia horribly
scarred and Asterion sold into the arena as a gladiator.
Years
later, Daedalus brings a broken Marcia to Britannia, and Sabrina, the healer
who saved his life when he was a boy, works miracles on the scarred girl.
However, not all scars are physical and those Sabrina has no ability to heal.
When
Sabrina and Marcia are kidnapped by a Celtic leader bent on revenge, Asterion
must depend on the dreams of a Celtic Seer to find the love of his life and
help foil a revolt that threatens the fragile peace in Roman Britannia. But
even if he and his friends succeed, can scars that are more than just physical
ever really be healed and can those whose lives are owned by others ever truly
be free to follow their hearts?
Excerpt:
Dath edged across the room towards Marcie. He hadn’t noticed
the wall behind her until the bastard pointed it out. Now he saw that it was a
monochrome painting: a reddish-brown scene that would have suited the
Christians and their belief in Hell and Damnation. It was, he realised
instantly, a picture of the night of the fire. There was Asterion, tied to the
large cartwheel, his back scourged with cruel welts. There was the Master, his
face a mask of such ugliness he could have made Medusa a perfect mate. And
around them both were flames; a fire raging out of control, eating everything
in its path.
With a shudder, it suddenly dawned on him what she’d used as
paint. The brownish-red colouring could only be one thing: Blood.
Had this animal not allowed her paints? Had she been forced
to work using her own blood as the medium? Or had she intentionally chosen to
work in blood because it captured her agony as nothing else could?
‘Blood?’ He hadn’t realised he’d spoken the word out loud
until the merchant replied.
‘She did it in burned pieces of wood in my suite. So when I
moved her in here I made sure she didn’t have access to anything she could
disfigure my walls with. But she outsmarted me. Made brushes out of her own
hair and cut her arm to get blood.’
Nhys will be awarding a $10
Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour
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