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Just Caspian

by Briana Gaitan

Series: Norwood Brothers

Genre: New Adult/ Inspirational Romance

Release Date: May 2, 2015

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Our love was epic. Our pain was inevitable.

We shared demons, but his were always darker than mine.

We always fought them head on.

Until tragedy changed him, and he lost his way.

I’ll do anything to help him find his way back home.

Things won’t be the same until he’s just Caspian again…

Ginger and Caspian’s relationship has always had its ups and downs. Now their greatest loss might bring them their greatest gift. As they work out their grief, accept their loss, and figure out how to move forward, they’ll discover if their love can stand the test of time.

*This is a standalone novella and a spin-off series from the Hollywood Timelines series featuring Caspian Norwood and Ginger Teague, characters introduced in The One Thing*

Every piece of clothing I own is completely out of season. I throw a pair of red heels behind me and continue digging through the piles of shoes on my closet floor.

“Babe, have you seen my tan Gucci sandals?” I could have sworn I saw them just last week. If my closet weren’t such a huge mess, I’d probably find them with no problem.

I poke my head out from behind the mirror doors and stare at Caspian who is immersed in a video game. He’s ignoring me, a usual when the Xbox is on. I snap my fingers a few times.

“Uh, Babe? Gucci? Sandals?”

He pulls off one of his headphones and looks at the growing mess behind me. “I don’t know what a Gucci is, but there are like a million pairs of shoes behind you. Wear one of those.”

Sounds of gunfight and yelling start back up. He’s playing with his friends, and I hate to interrupt, but this is an emergency. And not just any emergency. A fashion emergency.

I stand up and finish stuffing my suitcase with all the important necessities. Dress for premiere, suits for interviews, and a good book for the down time. Because that’s what I do now. I read a book. I don’t go out and party. I continue talking to Caspian as I try desperately to zip the bag up.

“This isn’t just any premiere. This is the Sundance Film Festival. This is the premiere of my first film. This is the crème de la crème of independent film festivals. This is my dream. This is—”

“Alright, Ginger. I get it. Two Gucci shoes, on the double.” He stands up, turns off the game, and stretches his hands over his head so that the smallest amount of skin peeks out under the bottom of his shirt. He runs his hands through his dirty blonde hair. It’s amazing that a guy so nice would want to be with me. Me, of all people. I don’t deserve him. I can’t pry my eyes off every inch of him as he sorts through my monster of a closet. It’s the sexiest thing a guy could ever do. Helping me without complaining, but he knows how important this trip is to me. It’s bad enough that he has to miss it due to a recording deadline.

“You’re meeting me in Nashville on Monday, right?” I move to my vanity and take out my diamond studs followed by my makeup.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He gives me a goofy grin before going back to his searching.

Next week is our one-year anniversary. Not the anniversary of when we began dating because that was only months ago, but the anniversary of when we first met on the streets of Nashville. I was on my way to an audition, and he was outside smoking before a sound check. It began as a flirtatious friendship, but developed into something more. It sounds silly to celebrate both dates, but that place will always hold a special place in each of our hearts.

“The paparazzi were sneaking around outside of the house again when I came home. So don’t forget to be careful when you’re out on the balcony. Do you— ”

“Ah, ha.” He holds up two brown high-heeled sandals and presents them to me. “Are these the shoes you want to wear?”

I give a slight squeal before grabbing them and throwing my arms around him. “Thank you, thank you, and thank you. These are gonna look perfect with my new white dress.”

“You owe me one.” He gives me a devilish smirk and grabs the shoes from my hand. They fly through the air before landing on the floor beside my bags. “And seeing that we will be apart for the next four days, I really think I should cash in that favor.”

“Oh, really now?” I press my body up to his, making him back up until he hits the wall.

“Let’s waste some time.”

Wasting time, it’s an inside joke of ours. We don’t waste time for the hell of it, we waste time together. Him and I. He grabs my chin, and we lock eyes. He’s beautiful, irresistible, and finally mine. After wasting my whole life dating scumbag jerks, I now have something even better. A great guy.

“Waste away,” I whisper onto this smooth skin as I trail kisses down his neck.

Hollywood Timelines Series

Book One:  The Last Thing 

Book Two: The One Thing

Briana Gaitan is the bestselling author of the Hollywood Timelines series (The Last Thing and The One Thing) and coauthor of the Ethereal Underground series.

Briana is a southern native and self proclaimed geek. She has never wanted anything but to create whether it be composing music, decorating her house, or giving voices to the characters inside her head.Her days are spent obsessing over a good read, raising her three kids, and watching anything on the SyFy channel. Through her writing, she hopes to inspire others to believe in the impossible.

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Mornings Journey by Kim Iverson Headlee

 

 

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE  Morning’s Journey

SERIES  The Dragon’s Dove Chronicles, book 2

AUTHOR  Kim Iverson Headlee

GENRE  Myths, Legends, Historical, Spiritual, Romance

PUBLICATION DATE  2013

LENGTH (Pages/# Words)  439 pages/140K words

PUBLISHER  Pendragon Cove Press

COVER ARTIST  Natasha Brown

 

BOOK SYNOPSIS

In a violent age when enemies besiege Brydein and alliances shift as swiftly as the wind, stand two remarkable leaders: the Caledonian warrior-queen Gyanhumara and her consort, Arthur the Pendragon. Their fiery love is tempered only by their conviction to forge unity between their disparate peoples. Arthur and Gyan must create an impenetrable front to protect Brydein and Caledonia from land-lusting Saxons and the marauding Angli raiders who may be massing forces in the east, near Arthur’s sister and those he has sworn to protect.

But their biggest threat is an enemy within: Urien, Arthur’s rival and the man Gyan was treaty-bound to marry until she broke that promise for Arthur’s love. When Urien becomes chieftain of his clan, his increase in wealth and power is matched only by the magnitude of his hatred of Arthur and Gyanand his threat to their infant son.

Morning’s Journey, sequel to the critically acclaimed Dawnflight, propels the reader from the heights of triumph to the depths of despair, through the struggles of some of the most fascinating characters in all of Arthurian literature. Those struggles are exacerbated by the characters’ own flawed choices. Gyan and Arthur must learn that while extending forgiveness to others may be difficult, forgiveness of self is the most excruciatingyet ultimately the most healingstep of the entire journey.

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EXCERPT: Chapter 1

THE CLASH OF arms resounds in the torchlit corridor. Blood oozes where leather has yielded to the bite of steel, yet both sweating, panting warriors refuse to relent.

Her heart thundering, Gyan grips her sword’s hilt, desperate to help the man she loves. Caledonach law forbids it.

Urien makes a low lunge. As Arthur tries to whirl clear, the blade tears a gash in his shield-side thigh. The injured leg collapses, and Arthur drops to one knee. Crowing triumphantly, Urien raises his sword for the deathblow.

Devil take the law!

Gyan springs to block the stroke. Its force jars her arms and twists the hilt in her grasp. She barely holds on through the searing pain.

Urien slips past her guard to slice at her brooch. The gold dragon clatters to the floor. Her cloak slithers to her ankles, fouling her stance. As she tries to kick free, Urien grabs her braid, jerks up her head, and kisses her, hard. Shock loosens her grip. Her sword falls. She thrashes and writhes, but he holds her fast, smirking lewdly.

You are mine, Pictish whore.

Urien’s breath reeks of ale and evil promises. She spits in his face. He slaps her. She reels backward, her cheek burning. He grabs her forearms and yanks her close.

Artyr, help me!

 

No response.

 

Her spirits plummet. Weaponless, she can do nothingwait. A glint catches her eye.

When Urien kisses her again, she surrenders. He grunts his pleasure, redoubling the force of the kiss. Slowly, she works her hands over his chest until her left hand touches cold bronze on his shoulder. She snatches the brooch and rips it free, hoping to stab him with the pin.

Her elation vanishes with her balance as her tangled cloak thwarts her plans. Face contorted with rage, Urien lunges and catches her wrist. She grits her teeth as his fingers dig in to make her drop the brooch. Pain shoots up her arm. She pushes away. Together, they fall

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Gyan gasped and sat bolt upright, pulse hammering. Sweat plastered her hair to her head, which felt like the ball in an all-night game of buill-coise. Bed linens ensnared her legs.

Fingers grazed her shoulder. She recoiled and cocked a fist. Her consort ducked behind his hand. Easy, Gyan! She relaxed, and he wrapped his arm about her. What’s wrong?

She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. A dream, she replied, hoping that for once he’d be satisfied with a vague answer.

Some dream.

She sighed. It was the fightand yet not the fight. Gently, she traced the thin red line at the base of his neck where she’d scratched him with Caleberyllus to seal his Oath of Fealty to her and to her clan. But dreams cared naught for oaths. This time, Urien won.

Arthur grimaced. That’s no dream. He hugged her, and she burrowed into his embrace. I’d call it a nightmare.

Ha. She bent forward to disengage the linens from her feet. The unyielding fabric ignited her ire. She pounded the straw-stuffed mattress, furious at Urien and even more furious at herself for allowing him to creep into her wedding chamber, if only in spirit. Why must that c-puc keep coming between us? She gazed at the table where Braonshaffir, named for the egg-size sapphire that crowned its hilt, lay sheathed inside its etched bronze scabbard beside Caleberyllus. Indulging in the fantasy of her new sword shearing through Urien’s neck, she bared her teeth in a fierce grin. Just let him cross me openly, and by the One God, I’ll settle this matter!

Arthur’s warm sigh ruffled her hair. Together they righted the linens, but when she would have risen, he clasped her hands and regarded her earnestly. I can’t afford to lose either of you.

She looked at those hands, young and yet already scarred and callused by years of war: hands that cradled the future of Breatein. I know. Briefly, she squeezed his hands, hoping to convey her desire to help him forge unity among his people, the Breatanaich, as well as with Caledonaich, her countrymen.

One legion soldier in five called the northwestern Breatanach territory of Dailriata home, and one in three of those men hailed from Urien’s own Clan Mran. In a duel between Gyan and Urien, Arthur’s Dailriatanach alliance would die regardless of the victor.

If politics ever failed to constrain the Urien of the waking world, however, she couldn’t guarantee that diplomacy would govern her response.

She averted her gaze again to the table where their arms and adornments lay. Their dragon cloak-pins sparked a memory. Something else had been odd about that dream, but its details had receded like the morning tide. She couldn’t decide whether to be troubled or relieved.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, trying to purge Urien map Dumarec from her mind. Moist pressure against her lips announced her consort’s plans. She welcomed his kiss and deepened it. He ran his fingers through her unbraided hair, following the tresses down her neck and over her breasts. Her nipples firmed under his touch. She arched back, and he kissed his way down to one breast, then the other, drawing the nipples forth even farther and awakening the exquisite ache in her banasrn.

The swelling shaft of sunlight heralded a reminder of their duties.

The cavalry games will be starting soon, mo laochan. No other man had earned the Caledonaiche endearment from her, and none ever would. Her little champion bore her down onto the pillows, and his lips interrupted any other comment she might have made. As they explored the curve of her throat, she whispered, We must make an appearance.

We will, Gyan. His fingertips teased her banasrn, discovering its damp readiness. Eventually.

 

She stilled his hand. He looked at her, puzzled.

Being rd-banoigin obligated her to ensure her clan’s future by bearing heirs, but was she ready to abandon the warrior’s path and devote her life to a bairn? She gave a mental shrug. A swift calculation assured her that her courses would return soon, leaving the question to be faced another day. Smiling, she began caressing one of the reasons he’d earned laochan as an endearment.

He cupped her face and kissed her, urgency for both of them soaring on the wings of desire. His thigh rubbed hers with slow, firm strokes. Gyanhumara nic Hymar, Chieftainess of Clan Argyll of Caledon, yielded to her consort’s unspoken command. She opened to him, and he plunged her into their sacred realm of mind-blanking bliss.

Whenever Arthur map Uther, Pendragon of Breatein, issued an order, on the battlefield or off, only a fool disobeyed.

BOOK TRAILER (with older cover by Jennifer Doneske)

 

CHARACTER BIOS

From Legion Headquarters in Caer Lugubalion, Brydein, I send you greetings.

I put pen to parchment in honor of my wife, Gyanformally, Chieftainess Gyanhumara nic Hymar of Clan Argyll of Caledonia. We have been married a few short months, just since the calends of July, and we met each other for the first time only three months before that. Yet I feel so closely bonded with her in heart, soul, and mind that it seems as if I have known her my entire life.

If you were to ask me what first caught my attention about this remarkable woman, I would have to confess it was her exotic beauty. Her brilliant copper hair, sea-green eyes, berry lips, the wild blue doves winging across her forearm all beckoned to me to learn more about her. Since I knew her to be a warriorthough untried in battle at the time of our meetingI had expected her to act aloof, cold, haughty, arrogant. From the moment my hand gripped her arm in welcome, I knew she was none of those things.

And I think I knewon some level, at least, if not overtlythat my heart stood in grave danger of declaring its undying allegiance to her even as I realized that to do while she remained betrothed to Urien might plunge our lands into another war.

Fortunately for both our peoples, Gyan proved herself a canny diplomat and hid her feelings about me until the time was right for both of us to declare our love.

Problems remain, of course. Though together Gyan and I defeated the Scots and bought peace from that quarter for a season, the Saxon and Angli kings remain a looming threat. Urien stands to become chieftain of his clan, and may God deliver us all from that day. And I cannot shake the disturbing thought that, should Gyan and I have children, they might fall victim to treachery from withoutor within.

But I also have deep abiding faith in that which makes us strongest: our love for each other, and the love of our God, our families, our clans, and our friends. Against an alliance of that nature no power in heaven or on earth stands a chance.

Arturus Aurelius Vetarus, Dux Britanniarum

Also called by many Arthur the Pendragon

 

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I love how the author has taken a retold age old story and added her fresh look to it. Yes there are still your main similarity but she even webt a step further and added more suspense,  drama, action to give the readers a story that they will want to come back to. This is a cont in continuation of the first one Dawnflight, so be sure to pick that one up. The plot is very intense and more characters are brought to view, while others are put to the test of danger and love. Who will fall to the crumble of danger and who will fail at love? That is one for you to find out it is well worth the read. The characters are all well formed and each bring their own story to complete this jewel of another time. We all know the story of Arthur Pendragon,  well pick this one up and read the authors story of her version. The main heroine is a warrior and I lobe how strong she is made and not a dainty flower. But once heart stopping scene will make you cry and question all? Read this story to find out what it is and what happens next. Will those survive that were affected by it?  Make sure to have some tissues ready!  Pick this up I promise you won’t regret it.

 

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Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, and assorted wildlife. People & creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins — the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-20th century — seem to be sticking around for a while yet.

Kim is a Seattle native (when she used to live in the Metro DC area, she loved telling people she was from “the other Washington”) and a direct descendent of 20th-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim’s novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband’s ancestor, the 7th-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.

For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon’s Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her new imprint, Pendragon Cove Press.

 

 

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