Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts

Monday, February 14, 2011

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY - FEBRUARY 14!!!






It's the last day for my offer of a free PDF copy of my novella Stupid Cupid.  If you would like a copy of this little novella set in Ireland, just leave a comment and your email address.

Stupid Cupid is the story of what happens when both Cupid and a pugilistic couple in need of his services arrive in the meadow where my faerie band from Confessions of the Cleaning Lady have been living in peace--until then!

If you like paranormal with an Irish twist, enjoy this free book with its adorable cover by DCL cover artist Annie Marshall.

Miriam
www.miriamnewman.com
www.thedarkcastlelords.com

Saturday, January 22, 2011

WITH LOVE TO MY READERS!

Valentine's Day is fast approaching and, just coincidentally I'm sure, we're approaching a 3,000-hit milestone for The Celtic Rose.  I couldn't have done it without you.

As a token of my appreciation, I'm offering a free PDF download of my novella "Stupid Cupid" to commenters who leave an email address.  This quick read, set in Ireland, is the story of what happens when both Cupid and a pair of pugnacious humans invade the peaceful meadow where my faerie band from "Confessions of the Cleaning Lady" is now living.  Valentine's Day is fast approaching in my book, too, but an estranged couple intent on fisticuffs is going to make it even more of a challenge than usual for Cupid.  He may need a little help...

The cutoff date for this offer is Valentine's Day!  And here is the adorable book cover:

The prequel to this book is "Confessions of the Cleaning Lady" available at www.thedarkcastlelords.com/confessions-of-the-cleaning-lady.htm

Thanks again.  It's been great hearing from so many of you and I hope you've had fun reading my blog.

 

Sunday, January 9, 2011

STUPID CUPID - A FAERIE ROMANCE

Just in time for Valentine's Day, here is a sweet little romance novella in ebook form.  Actually a spin-off from my novel "Confessions of the Cleaning Lady," this is a stand-alone set in Ireland.


When the son of Zeus and Aphrodite bumbles into a meadow south of Killarney, he is met by a band of indignant faeries outraged by his target practice.  Soon, however, all the supernatural creatures are overshadowed by an estranged couple intent on fisticuffs!  Can Cupid effect a reconciliation between the humans?  Or is just a wee bit of intervention by the Fae in order? 

Excerpt:

“You, Fat Boy.”
            Such an insulting tone from a faerie could only come from one with Vixen blood.  Burlap took on the enemy.
            “That’s Cupidon to you,” Cupid lisped in his irritating falsetto.  “What do you want, Vix?”
            “Yourself out of here.  This is our meadow.”
            “But my day is about to be observed.  I have leave to pursue humans where I may.”
            “Not from us.”
             “This is a crucial time and those two seem to be in need.”
            “Well, we’re sick of your bloody arrows and we want you out.”
            “Take it up with my father,” Cupid yawned.  “Right now I need a nap.  That woman moves faster than fire from the sky.”
            It was a none-too-subtle reminder that Zeus had fathered him and had dominion over the skies.  Having been dislodged from one tree home by bolts from the heavens, the band had no wish to repeat the experience.  Even Burlap was silent as Cupid took wing, fluttering in his usual lackadaisical manner into the fringe of woods.  No doubt he would find the most comfortable roost well padded with moss or even a human tree house—he loved those—and pass the evening in comfort while the faeries picked his arrows out of their meadow. 
            “It was only the one.”  Violet, ever the peacemaker, located Cupid’s projectile.  “That’s not too bad.”
            “Not yet,” Burlap groused.  “But wait till all the young lovers start coming down here.  They do, you know, every spring.  Just like the salmon, spawning upstream.  He’ll have his pick then.”
            “But for now it’s too cold,” Blossom said authoritatively.  “There won’t be much trouble yet.”
            “Ye dinna call those two trouble?” Heather-Bloom snorted.  “Rolling on the ground like hedgehogs in a fight?”
            “Near as prickly,” Burlap agreed.  “I give her the edge, though she’s smaller.”
            “Weel, ye know what humans say,” Heather concurred.  “Tisn’t the size of the dog in the fight, but the fight in the dog.”
            “She’s got plenty,” Burlap said approvingly.  She did admire moxie in whatever species.
            “It’s none of our concern,” Blossom ruled, but she feared the band would ignore her.  Living in forced proximity to humans for several seasons after they had been trapped in luggage and transported to a distant land, they had acquired a taste for gossip.  Even now that they had been returned to their own fair Isle, the boundaries between human and Fae were growing ever more flimsy, in Blossom’s opinion.  She feared for the future.  This was but one more example.  She sincerely hoped they had seen the last of the silver-haired man and his feisty mate.   

BUY LINK:   www.thedarkcastlelords.com/stupid-cupid.htm