Showing posts with label Ciran. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ciran. Show all posts

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Scars of War Blog Tour Kickoff!



Welcome to the Scars of War Tour--the Third Book in the Modern Tales of Na Fianna series!



As usual, there's a bunch of fun stuff lined up for you, including an epic giveaway, character and author interviews (a couple of which will be video interviews!), book reviews, and an Ask Eamon and Killian post where you can submit any questions you wish and Eamon and Killian will answer them for you--which will be interesting…

First of all, though, this is the schedule for all the tour stops. I definitely suggesting checking them all out!

Day Seven (Sep 28th) An Interview at Random Blogginess


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Giveaway!

The giveaway is for a signed paperback copy of Scars of War and a BPAFF glamour dispersing shamrock necklace



Make sure you enter! You can do things like Tweet and comment on the posts to ear extra entry points! In addition to the paperback of the third book, I will be adding codes for free e-copies of Books One and Two for those of you who have not read it. 






Also for the duration of the tour, Blood Ties (Book One) is free from Smashwords with this coupon code: EJ57R

And An Earthly King (Book Two) is only $0.99 on both Smashwords or Amazon Kindle so go grab copies if you haven't yet!






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Friday, March 24, 2017

Character Encounters feat. the Cast of Blood Ties!



For the final day of Indie E-Con I wanted to do something fun and take part in Kendra's "Character Encounters" which is a writing link-up she runs on her blog where the author writes about encountering their characters in a place Kendra chooses. She came up with a special one for the E-Con where you encounter the characters at a physical Indie (not)E-Con! I just thought this sounded like a lot of fun, and figured you guys would hopefully find it entertaining so I decided to give it a go. Go check out the other Character Encounters people have done for E-Con as well right here! Also visit Kendra's blog and see the rest of E-Con here.

Disclaimer: This is officially the strangest thing I have ever written. But I guess every author has to try to meta thing at least once :P This kind of turned into more of a satire on just my writing process with some in-jokes, but I hope it's still entertaining. Enjoy!

Character Encounters
Featuring the Cast of the Modern Tales of Na Fianna


Indie Con was a bustling place; so many fantastic indie authors out there that I got to chat with throughout the day about their books and the writing life in general. A couple of my bestie writer pals and I had done a panel earlier, which was part of what we fondly called our “Tour of Destruction” which was the ongoing tour of signings we did for people. Lot’s of dark humor. Lots of coffee.
            Now however, it was my turn to moderate a panel, which was made up of my own characters, and boy were there a bunch of fans waiting for them.
            “Hey everyone, I’m Hazel, and I’m about to introduce the brave heroes of the Modern Tales of Na Fianna series,” I said to the crowd who burst into applause. “Come on out, Lady and Gents!”
            They filed out from back stage. I knew Eamon wasn’t going to like this at all, hating to be the center of attention but of course there were also the ones like Keevan who were eating it up, and of course Deaglan wasn’t unhappy about all the fangirls.
            They took their seats, and I waited for the crowd to calm down before I started. “So, we’ve just gotten through book two, ‘An Earthly King’, and book three is due to be out the summer of 2017, but to avoid spoilers for anyone who is not yet caught up, we’re only going to be talking about the first book, ‘Blood Ties’. So, Ciran: as the main character, what are some of your thoughts overall?”
            “Well, our mission took a lot out of all of us, but we are happy to be here today to see all of you. I think, to avoid any spoilers, I will just say that we kicked butt and leave it at that.”
            “Some of us kicked more butt than others,” Keevan piped up.
            “Okay,” I cut in, knowing this could go on forever if it was allowed to continue. “So, Eamon, you’re the star of Book Two, what do you think about that?”
            Eamon shrugged. “Well, you know, it is what it is. I suppose everyone has to have a part in the story.”
            “Come on, Your Royal Selflessness, you loved it and you know it,” Killian cut in. “Mainly, I liked it, because it also meant I got to be in it more. There, see? I don’t pretend to be all humble.”
            “Oh, don’t worry, Killian,” I said. “No one ever accused you of being humble.” I waited for the jeers of the others and the laughter of the audience to die down before I opened the floor. “So, are there any fans who want to ask some questions?”
            Hands went up and I pointed at one of them.
            “Hi, my question is for Caitlin,” the girl said. “How was it having to be the only girl on the team?”
            Caitlin laughed. “Well, I grew up with two brothers, plus Eamon and Oran running around so I was pretty used to it. Honestly, it didn’t bother me. We all had our job to do and when you’re in that kind of situation, you just end up doing the job and watching your comrade’s back, no matter if they’re a boy or girl.”
            I picked another fan and she was handed the mic. “So, this is for Keevan. I was wondering what is your favorite kind of yarn to crochet with?”
            Keevan started. “I don’t crochet. Next question.”
            Riordan shook his head, turning back to the fan. “Of course he does. He just doesn’t like you to know it. He crocheted the scarf he’s wearing.”
            “I did not, shut up!” Keevan protested.
            “He did, I watched him,” Tierney offered. Deagland nodded in agreement.
            “Well it’s relaxing…sometimes!” Keevan said defensively and slumped back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest. “Can someone please ask another question?”
            “I like your sweater by the way,” Riordan told the girl before she handed the mic off again.
            A young boy got the mic next. “I have a question for Riordan.” Keevan proceeded to fake snore loudly so I shot him a look. “What’s it like being a berserker?”
            “Well, it takes a lot of training,” Riordan said. “You have to make sure you manage your anger. Which is why I do breathing exercises and sometimes yoga. I also find knitting to be very relaxing.”
            “Loser,” Keevan said, muffling the word with a cough before Ciran smacked him across the back of the head.
            “But you also get to be really scary in battle,” Riordan said with a smile.
            “Cool!” the boy exclaimed.
            The mic was handed off to the next fan I picked and this girl turned to Killian. “So, Killian, my question is for you.”
            “Finally,” Killian said as a loud aside to Eamon before he turned with a smile back to the girl. “What is it?”
            “Why can’t you ever just give Eamon some peace?”
            Killian scoffed, offended. “Excuse me? I am his captain of the guard! I do not have time to give him peace! His Royal Introvert just needs to learn to appreciate it!”
            “Besides,” Eamon cut in. “If he didn’t, I would probably never get any kingly things done. I would be lost without my captain of the guard.”
            “You know that’s right,” Killian grumbled.
            We moved to the next question. “So, I heard that Eamon is going to have to choose a bride to be his queen in Book Two, is that true?”
            Eamon groaned, putting a hand over his face and Killian quickly cut in. “I’ll take this one.” He gave a wicked grin. “Yes. But you’ll have to read the book to find out how that goes.”
            “Spoiler alert—horribly,” Keevan said.
            “Alright, next question!” I said, looking around the audience.
            “Hey! How come I didn’t get to be on the panel?!”
            “Prince Oberon!” someone in the audience cried in delight.
            “That’s right, at least someone cares,” Oberon said, smiling at the various fangirls swarming him. “Really? I’m the Prince of the bloody Unseelie and you don’t even give me a spot on the panel?”
            “Oberon, if you were here, no one else would get a chance to answer any questions, and that’s saying something when you would be up against people like Killian,” I told him.
            “Hey!” Killian protested. “I’m considerate of others!”
            “Sure you are,” Caitlin said, smiling at her brother.
            “Unless there are mini quiches, because then you shove anyone out of the way to get to them,” Keevan said.
            “Okay, so I like mini quiches. So what?”
            “Tell that to your waistline in Book Three,” Eamon told him.
            Killian turned around indignantly. “Really? Etu, Eamon? And here I was thinking you were like a brother to me.”
            An argument soon broke out and the convention security had to escort everyone out. Pretty soon, I was the only one left, along with Oberon, who came up on stage and took a seat, pouring himself a complimentary glass of water after picking up a spilled glass that had been sitting on the table.
            “So, do my adoring fans have any questions for me?” he asked the audience.
            I sighed. “And there you have it everyone; the essential writing process of Book Three.”
           

Fin.
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Also this was something I meant to do back during the Earthly King blog tour, but here is a sketch dump of some Na Fianna sketches I have done so I hope you enjoy those too :)


(from left to right-then down: 1. Killian and Eamon, 2. Keevan and Riordan, 3.Tierney and Ciran, 4. Deaglan, 5. Keevan and Riordan, 6. Ciran and Caitlin, 7.Deaglan, 8. Jarlath and Gorlan, 9. King Lorcan, 10. Riordan, 11. Jarlath and Gorlan, 12. Eamon and Killian)

Thursday, September 8, 2016

AN EARTHLY KING Cover Reveal!!!

Well, it's cover reveal time! I'm excited to finally get to share the cover for the second book in the Modern Tales of Na Fianna series: An Earthly King. (To be released Oct. 31st)

Without further ado:




Six months after Ciran defeated King Lorcan and instigated a peace treat between the High Court of Ireland and the Goblin realm, things have been slowly getting back to normal in the kingdoms. That is, until the council decides that it's time for High King Eamon to find a queen.

On top of that, there seem to be stirrings of rebellion in the Faelands, as not all the Fair Folk like the High Court's treaty with the Goblins. So it's up to Ciran Mac Cool and his company to stop the rebellion before it goes too far, while also trying to keep Eamon safe from potential assassins. And with all the prospective brides rubbing elbows with the High King, that's said than done.

With the help of their friends and a spunky agent from the Bureau of Protection Against Fair Folk, Ciran's Company attempts to stop the faery plots before Ireland is thrown into all out war. Again.

An Earthly King is another action packed book in this celtic urban fantasy series with lots of friendship, humor, angst, and even traces of the Ballad of Tam Lin.


Add both Blood Ties and An Earthly King to your TBRs on Goodreads


And now for a very special exclusive excerpt from An Earthly King!

Lanagan’s pub had long been the place Na Fianna gathered at the end of the day, or whenever there was a cause to celebrate, and we had done nothing to change that tradition. I had decided that in light of the coming festivities, I would take my company there to treat them and drink a health to our fine High King.

“I can’t believe Eamon’s actually going to be choosing a wife within a couple weeks,” Tierney, my best friend, said, spinning his mug around idly and watching the condensation circles make patterns on the bar top. “I mean, how does the council expect him to find anyone worthy of being his queen, when all we have to deal with are the few princesses, and semi-royals that the other kingdoms have to offer.”

“Well, I would have given him my sister, but Killian stole her,” I told him with a grin, but I did feel bad for Eamon. I knew the issue had been a sore point for him for a while, and I thought it was idiotic that the council pushed it so hard. I know they just wanted to make sure Eamon had an heir in case something happened to him, but talk about putting the pressure on.

“Come on, I’m sure there’s some girls who are worth while among them,” Deaglan said with a grin, flicking a peanut shell at Tierney’s head.

“Not all of us are as optimistic when it comes to the fairer sex as a MacDiarmid,” I told him. “Nor as unchoosy.”

“Oh-ho!” Deaglan grinned even brighter. “And what does that say about your ancestor’s wife, eh?”

“Don’t bring the feud into this, boys,” Caitlin said, as she sat down on my other side. She reached over me and stole the bowl of peanuts. “You just made amends, so let’s not do anything to put them back to where they were before.”

“Quite right,” I amended. “Let old feuds lie. Right now, we are toasting our High King.” I raised my glass and glanced around at my company. “To Eamon. May he find true love among the flowers of our country.”

“To Eamon!” they all cheered back and we clashed our mugs happily.

A band had set up in the corner of the pub, and began to play. Riordan, sitting further down the bar with his cup of tea and knitting, groaned and lowered his head into his hands.

“By the saints, not that song again!”

“Are you going to need some zen berserker time?” his younger brother, Keevan asked him, patting his arm.

“Shove off,” Riordan told him, knitting at the same pace as always.

“I think it’s catchy, not to mention I get a whole verse,” Keevan said with a grin, singing along to the tune as he danced on the barstool.

I shook my head. A few months back, in light of our heroic exploits while saving the captured patrol and then making a peace treaty with the Goblins, the rock band Swords and Shamrocks had decided to write a song in the old tradition about our deeds. It was horribly overwrought and embarrassing to listen to. Probably even more embarrassingly for myself, it was entitled ‘Ciran’s Company’ and seemed to be played by every cover band and every radio station in the country.

“It will pass before long,” Caitlin told me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. “A royal wedding will make them all forget our brave deeds.”

“If only,” I muttered. The truth was, it bothered me more than I was willing to admit. None of us had gone into the Faelands to rescue the patrol because we wanted the fame, we had gone simply to rescue our families. The peace treaty with the Goblins had been nothing more than a fortunate accident. I hated the publicity it had brought us. I had my brother back and that was all that mattered to me.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Ciran’s Company. ‘Six men strong, with their swords drawn, you better go a-runnin’.’”

I turned around, knowing who it was even before I heard Keevan’s growl of “Casey.”

The tall, dark-haired eedjit stood behind us with his few faithful cronies, hands on his hips and legs wide like some propaganda poster to join the Royal Guards. Like us, they were out of uniform but still looked like the overbearing arses they were in their designer leather jackets and snarky expressions. Now, Deaglan was also wearing a designer leather jacket and Keevan had enough snark for all of us, but we were still not the Guards and that made all the difference.

Not to say all the Royal Guards were bad fellows. Just Sean Casey’s bunch, and those like him. There had been a long running rivalry between the Guard and Na Fianna, brought out every year in the hurling game that became more of a bare-knuckle fight ring with sticks than hurley before the end. Casey and his mates were our age, having graduated the Academy the same time we had gotten promoted into Na Fianna, so they thought they had something to prove against us. Especially since we now had a chart topping rock song to our fame, and they had nothing but attitude.

“What do you want today, Casey?” I asked boredly, hoping this wasn’t going to go anywhere but knowing how false that hope was.

“We just came to get a drink, that’s all. Drink a health to our High King,” Casey said and motioned to the bartender.

“Better drink responsibly,” Tierney told him with a smirk. “Killian will have your hide if you show up woozy tomorrow.”

“Back at you,” Casey said, before turning to me. “Big brother isn’t watching, after all. You’d best be responsible, Mac Cool.”

I gave him a tight smile. “I keep a responsible company, Casey. Do you?”

“I hope so,” Casey said, turning to wink at Caitlin. “I sure wouldn’t trust mine with such a pretty bird.”

“Oh, they know better than that, right Caitlin?” I asked her as she drew a dagger from her boot and planted it between Casey’s fingers resting on the counter without a second glance.

He smiled, but drew his hand away. “Of course.”

Keevan got up and I prayed that he wouldn’t try something. But then, this was Keevan, so I should have known better. He bumped into one of Casey’s mates.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry,” he said in mock horror, holding up his hands. “I just wanted to know what it felt like to touch such greatness.”

The young blond man he had bumped into, smirked. “Yeah, I bet. Sorry you have no idea what that feels like.”

“Hey, Crimnal,” another of the mates said. “Nice mittens. Did your mummy knit those for you?”
Riordan’s eyes went skyward with a longsuffering sigh. I winced.

Keevan turned on the mate and dropped him with a single right hook. “It’s crochet!” he shouted at the young man on the floor. “And I made them!”

Casey’s men all circled us. The band stopped playing. People in the pub began leaving. The bartender began putting away his most valuable bottles. I sighed and stood up resignedly, cracking my knuckles.

“Mate,” I said, crouching down to talk to the man Keevan had dropped who was currently scraping himself off the floor. “Don’t ever mention the crochet. Lesson learned.”

“Okay,” Casey said with a smile as he walked over to Riordan, leaning over his shoulder. “But, Keevan, are you sure big brother didn’t make those for you? This is really nice work, Granny Crimnal.” He reached out to touch Riordan’s project only to find his hand caught in a viselike grip. He should have known better too.

“Touch it, and you will wish you were dead,” Riordan said in a low, frighteningly calm voice, not even looking at Casey.

At that moment the man Keevan had put down gained his feet and with a growl lunged forward, taking Keevan down by grabbing him around the middle. It was all over after that.

“At ‘em lads!” Casey yelled, freeing himself from Riordan, as the rest surged forward.


“Ciran’s Company!” Tierney shouted and we were all in it before another word could be said.
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Thanks to everyone who stopped by today! Keep a lookout for more news regarding An Earthly King, I will have a trailer up hopefully by the beginning of next month. If you still haven't read Blood Ties now is your chance! Still need some convincing? Check out the Blood Ties Trailer