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NOR gives SHAMAN'S SEDUCTION a Reviewer Top Pick!
I was thrilled when I heard Kathryne Kennedy was releasing some new stories. It's been many years since she's published a book and I've been a long time fan. I love how Kathryne transports me to new places and gives her worlds loads of magic. She did just that with this latest book.
"Shaman's Seduction" is a set of three paranormal stories involving tribes. Each is set in the same world, but is a self contained story. Each couple has obstacles to overcome and a love that unfolds. Kennedy doesn't take it easy on her characters. They have to work for their HEA.
Saturday, September 29, 2018
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TRR reviews SHAMAN'S SEDUCTION: "Absolutely recommended by me..."
"There was enough world-building that it is all clear, without taking over the essence of the stories...A thoroughly enjoyable read, divided into three bite-size chunks, which make this perfect for a coffee break book. Absolutely recommended by me."~Merissa, Reviewer for The Romance Reviews
Friday, August 10, 2018
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Tuesday, August 7, 2018
FOR AUTHORS: I just came across this: The FBI Warning: Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. Does anyone put this warning in their books? Cause I'm getting my work frequently stolen.
Saturday, August 4, 2018
Saturday, July 28, 2018
'The koba stomped after her, slapping the ice with its clawed feet like a man trying to crush a particularly nasty cockroach. Inaluk saw death coming, screamed Otuku’s name one more time, before the monster pinned one of her outstretched arms beneath its weight, and blackness claimed her.'~Shaman's Seduction-Inaluk's Curse
Saturday, July 21, 2018
SHAMAN'S SEDUCTION~Inaluk's Curse #Ebook #FreeExcerpt
INALUK’S
CURSE
Inaluk’s
heart pounded with dread as she rode into the remote mountain village
of Akiak, her silky-haired camel high-stepping its long legs through
the deep snowfall. The villagers poured out of their lodges like
lemmings preparing for migration, staring at her as if she’d turned
into one of the beasts she’d come to warn them of. When Inaluk
reached the village square her mount danced in the compacted snow,
his wide, flat feet giving him firm purchase on the slippery surface.
Then he shook clumps of ice from his long, thick fur, nearly
unseating her, nostrils flaring at the scent of fear emanating from
the villagers.
The
gray sky grew even darker and snow began to fall. Inaluk shivered
beneath her fox-skin coat; it seemed no amount of furs could keep her
warm now that the Great Cold had settled on the land. Her fingers
stung within their gloves as she drew back firmly on the reins,
stilling her mount. She sat and waited for the headman of the village
to greet her, but other than a murmuring of voices from the crowd, no
one stepped forward to offer her the comfort of the speaking lodge.
She tried not to be insulted by reminding herself these people kept
apart from the other tribes, and might not even have a
speaking lodge.
She
muttered an oath under her breath. She would just have to announce
her purpose to all of them right now. “The beasts from the other
side of the world are coming,” she said, raising her voice to be
heard over the rising wind. “You are called to the service of the
chieftain. Be prepared to ride to war on the morrow.”
The
murmur of the crowd rose to an angry rumble, and the wind sought to
answer with a blast of gritty snow. Inaluk’s eyes stung and
watered, the tears freezing on her lashes. She squinted at the group
of people before her and her eyebrows rose in surprise. From the
rumors she’d heard, she had expected them to be a timid group, but
they appeared to be a strong, healthy people. One or two even shook a
fist at her.
Inaluk
remembered her uncle’s story about the time his hunting party had
run into a group of these villagers. He and his hunters had still
been boys, so with the ignorant bravado of youth, the boys had
insulted their women, laughed at the men—and when there was no
response—they had finally just taken their weapons and mounts,
without a protest from these mountain people. She’d shaken her head
with disgust when she’d heard the story. No man of her tribe would
have tolerated such dishonor.
A
big man exited a lodge, the villagers parting for him to form an open
pathway to Inaluk, and the world abruptly stopped. She could no
longer hear the grumbling of the people, nor the shriek of the wind.
She heard nothing but the pounding of her heart in her ears. The cold
that had crept beneath her furs on the long journey to the mountain
vanished, to be replaced with a heat rising from her loins and
spreading to her entire body. He strode toward her, meeting her eyes
and holding her gaze with a force of will she’d rarely encountered.
He stood a head taller than the other men, his long black hair
whipped by the wind and revealing tantalizing glimpses of high
cheekbones, a firm chin, and full, strong lips. Even his scowl did
not detract from his beautifully sculpted face. Inaluk had never
considered a man could be beautiful, yet he had lashes so thick they
caught snowflakes, which he dashed away with an impatient hand.
He
stopped a stone’s throw from her and bellowed into the gale. “We
have an agreement with your chieftain. We mine the metal; shape the
weapons. We do not go to war.”
Inaluk
caught her breath, mentally shook herself. She heard his words as if
through a fog, and it took her a moment to understand their meaning.
She measured the man before her, confusion warring with her gut
reaction to him. Although his words sparked with cowardice—for no
man worth his sword would refuse to go to war when his people were
threatened—she saw none in his face or stance. He wore a vest of
white sealskin that hadn’t been clasped; the wind threw it open to
reveal a chest packed with muscle. A fur cloak lay over unbelievably
broad shoulders, and his arms bulged with even more muscle. His
entire being radiated arrogant physical strength. His dark blue eyes
narrowed as he boldly studied her in turn.
“Are
you the headman?” Inaluk finally said, with the strength of a
demand in her voice. As daughter of the chieftain, she’d had to
work harder than any man to gain the respect of her people. She
refused to be intimidated by her instant…attraction to this one.
“I’m
the head blacksmith, Otuku.”
He
spoke as if his work were his title, that to be the head blacksmith
meant headman. The abrupt silence of the villagers, and the looks of
respect they threw his way, told her this was so. Such an odd people,
here on this isolated mountain.
“Then
blacksmith, have you no speaking lodge?” she asked, hiding behind
the most formal manner her father had taught her. “The wind grows
fierce and the chieftain’s daughter, Inaluk, has had a long
journey.”
Without
waiting for a reply, she slid off her mount with the aid of her
mounting rope, and handed the reins to a child whose face turned
white with fear at the honor. Inaluk frowned, not understanding these
people at all. “Water and feed my mount well. We have been days on
the road with hardly a break.” The boy nodded at this common
request, since camels were known for their long journeying without
water on the frozen tundra, and tugged at the reins, leading her
tired mount to a corral of camels that hissed and spat at the
intruder. She sighed. Even the animals showed their dislike of
strangers.
She
knew the task her father had set her would be difficult, but she
never would have guessed it would be this hard to understand a people
who had once been a part of her own village. What had happened to
them since they’d split from the main tribe decades ago? Perhaps
they had stayed too isolated, thinking they would be safe up here on
their mountain. Or perhaps the rumors of some kind of curse on these
people were true. Yes, they supplied superior weapons to the tribes,
but they were paid for their labors in trade. They could not hide
behind some old pact made decades ago, not when her people needed
every person who could wield a sword to fight back the beasts. And
now it fell to her to change their minds and drag them to war.
The
blacksmith reluctantly led her through the village, and she looked
around in curiosity. Their lodges were similar to her own
village—peat surrounded by packed snow—but an odd hump lay
between them, and Inaluk’s eyebrows rose in surprise. They appeared
to be tunnels, connecting each dwelling to form one huge lodge. She
thought it an ingenious idea, especially since they also appeared to
connect with the animal shelters. It would make feeding the animals
and visiting each other much easier in winter’s frequent blizzards,
but Inaluk frowned at the lack of privacy they must have.
The
blacksmith motioned her to enter one of the dwellings standing apart
from the others, and she ducked slightly to enter the lodge. There
appeared to be only one tunnel connected to this dwelling, and if the
heat and smell pouring from it was any indication, it connected to
the blacksmith’s forge.
Inaluk
absentmindedly shed her outer wraps and sword belt as she looked
around in curiosity. This lodge displayed so many weapons! Swords,
knives, and spears hung on racks of walrus tusk. Bows and arrows
lined one wall, useless during the Great Cold, since frozen fingers
could slip and the thin sinew of the bowstring would freeze. But the
wealth of furs! They completely covered the sod and bone walls, and
much of the dirt floor. The bed was piled high with them, and she
wondered if they were as soft as they looked. She could see why the
blacksmith’s home was chosen as a speaking lodge, for it displayed
this village’s great wealth…or did all the lodges boast such
riches?
Inaluk
became so absorbed in inspecting the craftsmanship that it took her
some time to realize the blacksmith hadn’t followed her in. She
frowned as she pulled off her now-wet boots, placing them in the
basket by the door. Then she pushed the corner of the deerskin open
and stuck the basket in the crack to let in some cold air. Her brow
beaded sweat, and her heavy leather shirt and furred pants stuck to
her body. It felt hotter than summer in this lodge.
The
blacksmith finally stooped into the room from the opening connected
to his forge, his face and arms covered with soot. So, he had gone to
finish his work before coming to speak with her. Inaluk’s frown
turned into a scowl. As chieftain’s daughter, she was used to
people dropping whatever they were doing just to greet her. She’d
fought hard for that sign of respect from her father’s male
warriors, so she struggled to push down her irritation.
He
threw snow into a pot hanging over the fire, waited for it to melt,
then removed it from the flames and began to wash his face and hands,
those muscular arms. He shrugged out of his vest, revealing even more
muscles, and wiped down his chest. His brown skin glistened in the
firelight, the water leaving droplets of sparkle along his chest,
shoulders, and the sharp planes of his face. His lashes stuck
together, highlighting his deep blue eyes. Inaluk felt her mouth
involuntarily twitch into a smile of admiration as she sat down next
to the fire.
“It
will be some time before the elders assemble,” he said, apparently
unconcerned by her perusal. “Are you hungry?”
Inaluk
was tempted to disdain his hospitality, late as it was in coming. But
she had fed on dried elk for days and craved something warm in her
stomach. At her abrupt nod, he changed pots and soon a fish stew
simmered, its pungent aroma making her mouth water. He stripped off
his trousers down to his loin-skin.
Inaluk
tried to ignore the sight of all that glorious male flesh, for she
had never seen such a stunning example of male virility.
The
blacksmith closed the door she’d propped open and then squatted
beside her. Inaluk sidled away, silently chiding herself for acting
like a young maiden. She had seen her father’s warriors in less.
Why should his near-nakedness make her uncomfortable?
Inaluk
winced. Such a foolish question. She knew why, and forced herself to
acknowledge it. Because her strong attraction to this man made her
want to possess him. Now. This instant. He radiated grace and beauty
and power, and she wanted to touch all his silken skin; feel the
swell of his muscles beneath her hands.
She
had never experienced such a visceral reaction to a man before, and
it rattled her.
Inaluk
moved to the other side of the fire. She heard the blacksmith’s
strangled chuckle and looked up into his sparkling blue eyes. She
couldn’t decide where she’d seen that color before. Perhaps in
the rare sapphires of the chieftain’s circlet, or the color of the
twilight sky just as the blue darkened to black for the long winter….
Inaluk
blinked, her gaze skittering back to the dancing flames of the fire.
“Your lodge is apart from the others.” She immediately regretted
the harshness in her voice. She’d only meant to break the charged
silence, to protect her rapidly fraying dignity in the presence of
this man. He might be beautiful, but all she knew about his character
was cowardice. She could never dally with such a man.
When
he answered, his tone echoed hers. “The sparks from the forge carry
a danger of fire. We’re a cautious people and wouldn’t risk
losing the entire village.”
Inaluk
ran her fingers through the soft fur she sat on and nodded. The
tunnels had other disadvantages besides lack of privacy; the spread
of fire, and even the spread of disease. She remembered her father’s
words when she left for her journey: to consider all new things
carefully. A chieftain must see beyond the surface, to know all the
details before passing judgment. Inaluk knew her decisions tended to
be hasty. So perhaps her assumption of cowardice only meant these
people had grown too cautious in their isolation?
“There
hasn’t been an invasion in generations,” said Otuku, spooning up
a bowl of stew. “How do you know the koba come?”
Inaluk’s
thoughts came to an abrupt halt. Koba meant blue monster,
which aptly described the hairy beasts. But the word was ancient,
part of a long-forgotten language. But then, this was an ancient
battle. It seemed the villagers remembered some of their ancestor’s
lore.
“It’s
the time of the Great Cold.” Inaluk accepted the bowl of stew and
spoke between mouthfuls, puzzled that the man knew the name, but not
how the monsters could invade their land. “The water freezes
thicker, making a solid bridge between their land and ours. The
beasts—the koba—will try to come to our side of the world, to
take our land and resources. But we’ll push them back, just as our
forefathers have done. And maybe this time we can rid ourselves of
them once and for all.”
“But
how can you be sure they will come again?” he asked. “Maybe they
are now content to live in their own lands.”
“They
are big and greedy and cunning. They breed like hoppers and no land
can sustain them for long. They are…not a part of this world.”
His
smoky blue eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
Inaluk
scraped the bottom of her bowl, putting the last bite in her mouth.
She swallowed. “I only know what the shamans have told my father.
The koba are an aberration. They put our world out of balance, and if
we do not exterminate them, then all of humankind will fall.”
“Surely
that’s an exaggeration.”
“Do
you think you are wiser than the combined knowledge of our shamans?”
Inaluk said with a touch of disdain in her voice.
He
bristled at her words. Inaluk added arrogance to his list of
character flaws. She wondered how many women in his tribe agreed with
everything he said just because of his looks. Or how many men
acquiesced to him because of the size of his muscles. Hmph. She was
the chieftain’s daughter and bowed to no man but her father.
They
glared at each other, eyes locked…and then he abruptly smiled. It
startled her so much, her empty bowl fell to the floor, the boneware
rattling around the edge of the smooth wood. Again, the world seemed
to stop, and she only heard the beating of her heart. Energy crackled
between them, undefined yet powerful. It felt like…lightning from a
summer storm. The charge that made the hair rise on her arms, the
back of her neck. Only different, somehow. Different…and
unsettling.
They
both started at the sound of scratching on the door-skin, followed by
a wrinkled hand pulling back the hide. A small man entered, his hair
impossibly white against his weathered brown skin. Inaluk smothered a
gasp. The man wore the blue-tinged fur of the koba as a cloak and
carried the sacred horn of a narwhal in his fist. He used the old
ivory as a walking staff, the top of it decorated with feathers.
Ancient runes had been carved between the natural whorls in the
whale’s horn all along its length. Inaluk tried to hide her fear,
for surely he had to be one of the great shamans, to possess such
revered items.
“I,
Avataq, speak for the elders of this village.” He stood looking at
her as if for permission, and she quickly nodded her head,
remembering the formal response.
“The
chieftain’s daughter, Inaluk, welcomes your words.”
The
shaman slowly settled his bones between them and close to the fire,
waving away the bowl of stew Otuku offered him. A mass of wrinkles
surrounded mismatched colored eyes—the mark of a great shaman—the
left black and the right a clear brown. Inaluk frowned at the depth
of intelligence gleaming within them. She would be wise not to
underestimate this shaman’s cunning.
The
old man squinted at her face, studying her for an overly long time,
and then his shaggy white brows lifted. “Are you Chieftain’s
Daughter, or Shaman?”
Inaluk
flinched. “I’m not a shaman.” She brooked no argument with her
reply, and quickly lowered her head. Not many strangers noticed her
different colored eyes unless they looked closely. They appeared
similar unless the lighting fell just right on her face; one brown,
one a green-tinted brown, just enough of a disparity to mark her as a
shaman. She had worked hard among her own people to make them forget
her difference. She was a person of the earth, not of the stars, and
had no yearning for magical knowledge. She wanted to be their next
chieftain, a hunter and comrade. Not a shaman who dabbled in
mysteries and things better left alone!
She
made her next words brief. “The beasts—the koba come. The
chieftain calls all the people to the edge of the world to fight.”
Avataq’s
thin lips curled. “So I have heard.” Thankfully, he seemed to
have dismissed the subject of her eyes. His fingers tightened on the
length of narwhal horn, which he held upright in his left hand. “You
know my people have an agreement with your chieftain. The threat must
be great if you have come here for warriors.”
The
blacksmith—Otuku—rose to his feet, a bitter expression twisting
his mouth. “We provide the weapons for all the people, even in
times of peace. We do not go to war.” He said the words mockingly,
his eyes fastened on the old shaman. “This has been our agreement
for generations.”
Inaluk
stood just as quickly and faced him across the fire, hands planted on
her hips. “So you have already said, but do not think to hide
behind that. You’ve lived in your mountains behind the shadow of
your curse and the protection of our warriors long enough. But
you know as well as I, when the monsters come, all feuds or
agreements are annulled until the danger is past. This has been so
since the first invasion. You’ll stand and fight with the rest of
our people.” Her chest fluttered from the force of her words,
watching his handsome face flinch and then turn red, and she fought
the dismay his cowardice made her feel.
“You
know of our curse?” Avataq asked. She looked down at the old
shaman, stunned she had forgotten his presence, and slightly annoyed
he’d focused on that portion of her words. Running fingers through
her auburn hair, she folded her legs beneath her, and tried to speak
calmly. She must control her overreactions to the blacksmith.
“Only
that it’s a strong spell, and carried in your blood from one
generation to the next. It was the reason your people became skilled
toolmakers, in trade for the chieftain’s agreement that none of you
would be taken to become warriors. All other tribes send their boys
to us for training.”
The
shaman glanced at Otuku, then back at Inaluk. “And what do you
suppose this affliction might be?”
She
sucked in her breath, yet couldn’t keep the derision from her
voice. “Many say your people are cursed with cowardice.”
Saturday, June 30, 2018
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
#99CentEbook #RecommendedReading SUPER JAX! The Case of the Slimy Scientist: https://tinyurl.com/ybpdt4an
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Girls’ night turns into a trip to a decontamination chamber for Jackie Lawson. What she ate, combined with the various attempts to save her, result in superpowers she can’t control. Soon, her boyfriend is arrested for murder. It is up to Jackie and her best friend to prove his innocence and return stolen scientific research Jackie needs to survive.
This is a super fun story suitable for most ages! It's sure to make you smile! Get your copy from Amazon today at:
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Saturday, June 23, 2018
'A big man exited a lodge, the villagers parting for him to form an open pathway to Inaluk, and the world abruptly stopped. She could no longer hear the grumbling of the people, nor the shriek of the wind. She heard nothing but the pounding of her heart in her ears.'~Shaman's Seduction-Inaluk's Curse
Saturday, June 16, 2018
Saturday, June 9, 2018
'He strode toward her, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze with a force of will she’d rarely encountered. He stood a head taller than the other men, his long black hair whipped by the wind and revealing tantalizing glimpses of high cheekbones, a firm chin, and full, strong lips.'~Shaman's Seduction-Inaluk's Curse
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Cover Reveal! SHAMAN'S SEDUCTION #Fantasy #Romance #Ebook Novella
There's something very special about my heroine(s). Can you spot it?
Monday, April 2, 2018
My rescue dog reminds me to stop and smell the flowers...
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Monday, February 5, 2018
#RecommendedReading: Erin Quinn's HAUNTING BEAUTY now $3.99 #Ebook
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This book is now available on Amazon Kindle for $3.99 and it's a fabulous read for such a low cost!
It truly is a haunting story, full of complexity and prose that at times is poetic. It's a brilliant fantasy/time travel written by a masterful pen. Here's the live link so you can start reading today:
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This is a re-release, so I'm pasting the book blurb below, for those of you who might have already read it (although I read it again a couple weeks ago, and it's one of those books that gets better each time you read it):
Caught between realms, neither dead nor alive...Her life is about to change. His is about to begin.
Danni Jones believed everything she’d been told about her past—that she was an unwanted child abandoned by her mother. That she was an outcast set apart by her clairvoyance. That she was alone. Then came the stranger.
Sean Ballagh appears without warning with claims that Danni has family and they’ve been searching for her since she disappeared twenty years ago. It’s what the lonely child inside her has always dreamed. Knowing she’s desperate to understand who she is and where she comes from, Sean lures her back to Ireland, to a moment in her own past when her life was destroyed. In a world where nothing is what it seems, where the mystical and the occult are as vivid as the emerald fields, Danni must find the courage to face the treacherous past and believe that history can be rewritten.
Sunday, January 28, 2018
FOR WRITERS: #FreeImages #FreePhotos #SeaLife
Part two of royalty-free photos you can use for your website or blogs. This time, I've included some bioluminescent sea creatures. If they don't copy and paste well for you, or you'd like the original, feel free to email me at kathryne@kathrynekennedy.com
Monday, January 1, 2018
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