Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Kharisma Rhayne: Highlander Mine Book Tour.


Introducing Kharisma Rhayne...

Thanks so much for allowing me to snag a spot on your blog for a little overtaking with some Highlander yumminess.

Today I’m not going to be overly chatty. I feel as though I’ve talked everyone’s ears off in the last couple of weeks. I’m thrilled you’re all following along the tour and I hope you’re coming to enjoy Breandan and Auralee’s story as much as I am. I’ve really enjoyed writing this serial. Peek below for an excerpt – and, as always, don’t forget to check out the stops as some have giveaways.

I hope you’ll join me…along with Breandan, Auralee and their friends on their journey.


Blurb:
Season 1 - Episode 5

Find out what happens after the betrothal refusal. See a new side of Tor.



Excerpt:
Auralee sat by the loch wrapped in her cloak. Niall and Argus had asked her to remain in the keep due to the chill in the air, but she needed to escape the confinement. There wasn’t much for her to do. She didn’t do any sort of needlework and they’d not allow her to cook or clean. Izzy had control over the keep, but had offered her to do the menus for the kitchen. Since she was clueless and knew it would take Izzy weeks to teach her, she declined.

It was apparent Izzy loved her position and Auralee wasn’t about to start making enemies by making people unhappy.

But Auralee was becoming unhappy. She’d asked Niall to beg Argus for a way to go back to her real home. Her real time. It seemed she held no real purpose in being here.

The whispers were beginning to break through even her thick skin. People wondered why she was still at Dunakin. They wondered why she did nothing. Some wondered why she and Breandan acted as they did. Others wondered why she was not forced to marry since he’d obviously, and so publically, rejected her.

Every way Auralee turned, someone was saying something about her. It was almost as it was when she’d first arrived. Those that had started talking to her, no longer did. Well, a few did. They said they didn’t adhere to gossip, but most had ignored her without even so much as a goodbye said.

Then there was Breandan. She’d never been as stubborn as she was around him. It was like he pulled it from her and she could never simply be agreeable. She kept remembering the words he promised her if they married. He’d sacrifice his own life, and those of his men, to keep her safe. Chivalry like that didn’t exist in her old world.

Auralee knew she should have taken that and felt like one of the luckiest women in the world – and married him. But, he pulled it out of her again, she wanted more. Still she couldn’t believe, the way these old Scots were, and that she’d asked him to get on his knees. She didn’t think one of them would ever do something so submissive.

She would have killed if any of the men she’d known had said anything half as romantic to her. Hell, half? Shit, make that one-tenth as romantic.

Over the last year, Auralee had learned that the Highland Warrior was not a fantasy made up by creative authors. These men actually existed a long time ago. The time she was currently in. They protected their women, made sure their hands stayed soft, made sure they were fed, had clothing and were as safe as possible from other men.

Of course, like in the current time she’d left behind a year ago, it was also based on station. Some people ate better, fought better, and had softer hands.

Some things you couldn’t escape no matter the year or country you lived in.

Auralee looked over from the water she’d been staring at for what must have been hours. There sat Tor beside her. “Checking up on me?” She asked innocently.

“Ye know that any one of the three terrors would have me ballocks if any harm came to ye.” Tor smiled with amusement. He knew how it irritated her to be watched.

Auralee laughed, knowing he spoke of Niall, Argus and Breandan. Although which he feared most, she wasn’t certain. He fully believed that Argus had magic. Niall could banish or torture him. And there was no telling what Breandan would do to him. That thought made her visibly cringe. “Who are you going to try to hide from?”

“Hide?” Tor looked horrified. “I’ll no be hiding. I’ll lose me ballocks first. Hide.” Auralee watched him shake his head in disgust. “Would ye be having me wear a dress too?”


Be sure to check HERE and visit all the blogs on this tour for neat details.

Also, be sure to stop by my site (HERE) for a change to win the complete Season 1 of Highlander Mine.

Pick up episode 5 at AReAmazonBarnes & Noble



Monday, 11 February 2013

I'm Back!!!

Well, after a bout of Ross River Fever and migraines that I seriously wanted to  kill anyone who made a noise anywhere near me. I'm finally back on my feet... I still have a headache but not wanting to kill anyone.

Also in case you are wondering the tattoo still not finished - I have probably one more session before it is complete - two if Ted decides to drag it out.

This picture is the inspiration behind Michael Marsden when I first started writing The Lines of Marsden. I know he looks nothing like the one I bought, but this is what I first saw and I instantly though Michael Marsden.

UPDATE: Sons of Evenmore: The Crimson Grimoire is in postline edits... So everything is on track with that story... I already have notes and scenes written for book two in the series in Blood to Blood we learn about Phoenix as the guys try and figure out who is behind everything...  

As you all know this is just one of the books I'm currently working on... getting ill threw me for a loop but I am trying to get back into the flow of writing again. Hopefully I will be able to catch up very soon.

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Getting Tattooed Today

I am booked in for a lot of hours... we are attempting to finish my tattoo sleeve... here's hoping that we get it finished... so if you are looking at me I will be at Sink the Ink Tattooz I have put in a link if you want to check them out on Facebook. I am getting the last of scarecrow girl done and the rest of the background put in.


This is my wicked awesome chainsaw girl.






This is gothic zombie girl is an original one of a kind Ted Saddo piece.






This is my evil gothic cat (looks even better with the background behind him.)





This is kind of like the last part of my sleeve... with just a few changes to tie her in with the rest of my arm. I call her the zombie scarecrow princess.





And last but not least, this is the guy who will be inking my arm... The awesome Ted Saddo... and for those of you who don't know he's my big brother.

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Today I Have Been...

Today I have been very good and sitting in my office going through and doing my edits on Sons of Evenmore: The Crimson Grimoire... there actually aren't that many this go around. mainly it was stuff like I used as he like 128 time and my other bad one this time was the overuse of the word knew.

In the next go around Kimberly will tell me what else I need to pay attention to. Edits for this book is pretty awesome as it gives me a chance to add tiny bits more so everything is a tad easier to understand.

In case I haven't said it lately Kimberly Brandt is an awesome editor - she simply rocks!!!

On that note I will away so I can give this one more read through to make sure I haven't missed anything.

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Ye-Fricken-Ha!!!

STOP LOOKING...
I'm so fricken happy
Emily found our missing passports

Okay, so they were still in her suitcase... I have been searching since we got back from GRL and today she walks out with them in her hand... At least with all my looking I have a found a heap of other things I didn't even realise were missing until I found them again.

Saturday, 2 February 2013

Happy Birthday To Me!!!

Yes, it's my birthday today. I turn the big 44 (I think) - hold on I'll just ask Emily - Yep, I am indeed turning 44. So in celebration for today I will tell you what I will be doing - Cleaning up after the massive storm we had last night. The wind was so strong it has blown over a few trees in my yard. One right beside my cat cage I was lucky it didn't land on the cage itself.

So I thought I would play you some tunes that I love













This last one is because Em wants me to, and I think the guy dancing is funny as hell. He kinda reminds me of early Mike Patton in the beginning of Faith No More

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

While The Waters Were Rising.

Sitting here twiddling my thumbs was one of the way I could wait out the rising waters... but that would be boring, especially when my mind was already thinking up new story idea's about the aftermath of the floods. So for the past three days I have been writing three different stories in long hand (not as fun as I remember). The three stories are called: "Flood Gates", "Dancing to the Beat That's Broken" and "Mud Men/Mud Runners". I am hoping to get all the basics done and transfer them to the computer... One of these titles will belong to my Average Joe story for MLR I'm not quiet sure which one yet. But when I have the details sorted out enough I will keep you all updated... unless of course I forget, that's when you all have to prod me and remind me.

Here is a look-see at one of my thoughts:

This picture above inspired my character Adam... (I have no clue who the guy in the picture is; as I just Googled images of red haired men and he popped up on my screen.) Though in my story he has even redder hair, bright green eyes, a little on the OCD side, a total klutz, and has a tendency to babble quite a lot when his anxiety kicks in.

This guy whoever he is - has amazing eyes and is the basis of who I have made into Lachlan... he is more down to earth and very relaxed I am hoping he will be a calming factor on Adam. so far - no. 

This guys sees a problem and fixes it. Lately  all his jobs have been for the highly strung Adam who seems to create more problems especially when he is trying to fix up one of his own mishaps.

Will Adam and Lockie make it past the accidents which keep coming between them or will it pull apart the friendship which has only just begun?

What could possibly be heading their way with enough force to have them holding tight to each other and never letting go?