Today is the launch of Lori Corsentino's Destiny's Awakening, book one in the Tales of the Fey series from 5 Prince Publishing. Join us today in celebrating the release. Also leave a comment for a chance at a $10 Amazon gift card.
Lori’s love of reading has
transcended to include penning her own tales of romance. She is experimenting with writing in several different genres, including paranormal –
a definite favorite. “There is just so much you can do when you step outside the known
world,” she explains “and creating a paranormal story allows you to take yourself and your
readers anywhere your imagination wants to go!”
Destiny's Awakening is Lori's first foray into a planned paranormal romance
trilogy. Spanning both the mortal and Fey worlds, be looking for the second novel to
continue the legacy with Crown Princess Annora Ambrasia de Sha’mi’liari and Sebastian
"Bas" St.
James in early 2013 from 5 Prince Publishing.
Visit her website at www.loricorsentino.com
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on www.Facebook.com/LoriCorsentino
Men of the present weren’t able to
hold archaeologist Evelyn Wright’s interest for long. Her passion lay with
discovering the lives, loves, and legacies of men in the past.
Five hundred-year-old Prince
Alexander slumbers alone in an enchanted sleep. Imprisoned by ancient Fey
magic to stave off a civil war, he awaits the woman who is destined to awaken
him.
Thrown together by an unseen force,
the career-minded modern woman and the aristocratic Fey Prince share a magical
kiss that sparks more than mere romance.
Together they will create a key to
open their hearts to a true love that will thwart the plans of an evil Wizard
and save their worlds.
Excerpt of Destiny's Awakening
Evelyn Wright
could hear her momma’s voice now, reminding her to think before she acted.
“Evie,” she’d always say, “now don’t you be runnin’ so far ahead that you lose
track of yourself.” She’d become familiar with those words through most of her
early childhood. They weren’t necessarily a nag. Instead, they were more of a
constant reminder to look both ways before she leaped.
She’d been an
excitable, active child full of curiosity and a fierce desire to learn. Momma
had told her once she’d often sat up after putting her to bed and cried. She’d
been convinced her little Evie would never live to see five years old. The
scrapes, bumps and bruises she’d accumulated during her early childhood life
were legendary. When she reached her fifth birthday, then celebrated her sixth
the next year, Momma said she’d breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious her
little girl was made of some pretty stern stuff.
She just might
make it.
Today she was
living proof of her heartiness. Happy and healthy, 26-year-old Evie had a
bustling career as an archaeologist. The pay wasn’t spectacular. The hours were
horrific. The industry was dominated by stuffy college professors and an
over-abundance of male colleagues. None of that mattered.
She was living
her dream.
She got to
travel to exotic places. Egypt. Rome. Greece. She got to explore and discover
new and wondrous things. Tombs. Chapels. Castles. Through her work, she pieced
together clues from the past and learned about everyday lives long gone by. She
was passionate about her work, well thought of, and successful.
And she was
still impetuous.
Oh, her little
character flaw reared its head from time to time. Most often it was when something
truly out of the ordinary crossed her path. The sheer excitement of it all
encouraged her to toss away rules and grown-up things. Her weakness whispered
how amazing it would be to become a child again, with all its wonderment and
the constant itch for more. It was at these times she invariably heard her
momma’s voice suggesting caution. When she didn’t pay attention, she usually
found herself in trouble.
Like now.
Today she’d
jumped heedlessly off the wagon and strayed too far off her given path. She’d
given in to temptation – and landed herself in a fix she had no idea how to get
out of.
All because of
a sword.
This morning
had started out normal. Before dawn, she’d left her cabin carrying a picnic breakfast.
She’d arrived at her mountain meadow right as the sun rose above the horizon.
Surrounded by one of the most beautiful ranges in the majestic Rocky Mountains,
the locale was one of her favorite places in the world. Teeming with life and
the fragrance of wildflowers, her hideaway was encircled by a dense forest of
pine trees and aspen groves. The lush verdant grasses and trees, in varying
shades from lime to evergreen, were getting their first kiss of morning dew.
It was her
haven. Her sanctuary away from the stresses of work and life. A perfect place
to relax, eat, and have some time with nature. She refused to think about the
day ahead. Instead, she enjoyed her meal. There was no need to worry. Reality
would set in soon enough. She rose and grabbed her trusty walking stick. There
was time to take a quick jaunt along her favorite trail before leaving nirvana.
She knew it was going to be a long day at work.
A cluster of
birds took flight. Evie raised her head to follow their flawless departure. She
smiled and admired the beauty and grace of the winged creatures. She bet they
were going out for breakfast. She was so busy admiring the scenery she didn’t
notice what was in front of her until her booted foot met a heavy object strewn
across her path.
The sword.
There it was.
Lying there. In its scabbard. On a mountain path in the Rocky Mountains of
Colorado. What were the chances of that?
It was massive.
Almost four feet in length, it was housed in an elaborately decorated metal
scabbard. Evie, the archaeologist, admired its shiny, long length and the
swirls of etching decorating the fine, polished metal. This wasn’t any old
sword. Evie, the woman, was dazzled by the richness of the metal and jeweled
hilt.
She was
enchanted.
Without
thinking, she set aside her walking stick and reached down with both hands to
lift the weapon. The second she touched it, the blade emitted a thrumming noise
and a low vibration. The metal seemed to sing. A pulse ran from her hands up
her arms and into her shoulders. In the next second, the scenery around her
faded and everything turned to black. Every scrap of oxygen seemed to vanish,
leaving her only what was in her lungs. Gone was the forest path, sprinkled
with bits of sunshine filtering through the fragrant pines. Two seconds later
she landed on her ass in a fancy enclosure of some kind, sword still in hand.
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