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Melissa Turner Lee holds a BA in Communications with a concentration in Journalism from the University of South Carolina. She has studied fiction writing since 2008, attending various writing conferences and workshops, along with guidance from professional writing coaches. She resides in Spartanburg, SC with her husband and 3 sons.
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Twitter: @MelissaTLee1975
Pauline Creeden is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy. In her fiction, she creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long.
Website: http://paulinecreeden.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/paulinecreeden
Twitter: @P_Creeden
Blog: http://melissaturnerlee.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/melissaturnerlee
Twitter: @MelissaTLee1975
Pauline Creeden is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy. In her fiction, she creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long.
Website: http://paulinecreeden.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/paulinecreeden
Twitter: @P_Creeden
Steampunk/Fantasy Romance
Date Published: 5/20/2013
When a crippled young lord rescues a girl falling from a tree, it reveals a secret about
himself and his mother's side of the family that could put him at the center of a war with
beings he thought only existed in fariytales.
Tristan Gareth Smyth lived his entire life stuck at home at Waverly Park and
left behind while his Grandfather makes trips to London, all because of his blasted
wheelchair.
Then an American heiress falls in his lap, literally, and he must find a way to keep
her at a distance to protect not only his secret, but everyone around him from an assassin
sent to kill him.
Excerpt:
Gareth wheeled his chair to the tree trunk, his curiosity getting the better of
him. The girl dropped the hoop on the ground and took hold of the lowest branch.
She whispered in an accent he didn’t recognize, “Keep watch for me, and call out if
you see anyone coming.”
His chin tucked in and his eyes grew wide. She took it as assent, and nodded,
starting her climb. She was spirited like Tabitha. The thought of being able to climb
a tree at all pricked at Gareth’s heart. He would never get to climb a tree.
Again he took on the expression of being bored. No one needed to know
he was jealous of the girl. Gareth made a habit of never owning his true feelings. It
was his protective covering. With his lids half closed, he tried not to watch the girl
or keep an eye out for anyone else’s approach. Without his permission, his gaze
returned to the girl’s powder white limbs as she climbed higher than most children
Soon she was too high up.
Gareth adjusted himself in his seat, his eyes darting around. Instead of
keeping lookout, he hoped for some adult to show up and tell the girl to come down.
The girl called down in a harsh whisper.“Look! Watch this.”
She scooted out on a limb, making her way to a bird’s nest. The limb
wobbled as she got closer to the end.
He was about to call out a warning to her when it was too late. The branch
snapped. The little girl was falling with barely a squeal.
All Gareth could think was that he needed to do something. It was then
he noticed he was rushing towards her. He wasn’t sure how he was moving his
wheelchair and catching her but he did. Her giant brown eyes grew as he held her.
Then she looked about and her eyes became wider. He swallowed hard and stared at
the ground several feet away.
In a rush, he placed the girl on the grass and flew back to his chair. His heart
still pounded in his ears as he sat. He tried to mask his confusion as he masked all
other uncomfortable emotions, but it wasn’t working. The girl stared at him, but said
nothing as a dark haired woman rushed toward her.
“Sweeting, are you ok?” The woman swept the girl up into her arms. “I got
here as fast as I could. I can’t believe you did that. I thought I told you not to climb
that tree.”
She put the girl back down and looked her over, grabbing her head and
looking for a sign of injury. “Aren’t you hurt at all? I saw you falling from the
window upstairs.”
The girl shook her head too quickly, like she was still in shock.
“Come on back to the house,” the pinch-faced woman snapped, ushering the
little girl away.
The girl yanked her hand free of the woman’s grasp and rushed back to
Gareth. She placed an object in his hand and kissed his cheek.
“You were amazing,” she whispered and turned back to the woman who
called out her name.
Giveaway:
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himself and his mother's side of the family that could put him at the center of a war with
beings he thought only existed in fariytales.
Tristan Gareth Smyth lived his entire life stuck at home at Waverly Park and
left behind while his Grandfather makes trips to London, all because of his blasted
wheelchair.
Then an American heiress falls in his lap, literally, and he must find a way to keep
her at a distance to protect not only his secret, but everyone around him from an assassin
sent to kill him.
Excerpt:
Gareth wheeled his chair to the tree trunk, his curiosity getting the better of
him. The girl dropped the hoop on the ground and took hold of the lowest branch.
She whispered in an accent he didn’t recognize, “Keep watch for me, and call out if
you see anyone coming.”
His chin tucked in and his eyes grew wide. She took it as assent, and nodded,
starting her climb. She was spirited like Tabitha. The thought of being able to climb
a tree at all pricked at Gareth’s heart. He would never get to climb a tree.
Again he took on the expression of being bored. No one needed to know
he was jealous of the girl. Gareth made a habit of never owning his true feelings. It
was his protective covering. With his lids half closed, he tried not to watch the girl
or keep an eye out for anyone else’s approach. Without his permission, his gaze
returned to the girl’s powder white limbs as she climbed higher than most children
Soon she was too high up.
Gareth adjusted himself in his seat, his eyes darting around. Instead of
keeping lookout, he hoped for some adult to show up and tell the girl to come down.
The girl called down in a harsh whisper.“Look! Watch this.”
She scooted out on a limb, making her way to a bird’s nest. The limb
wobbled as she got closer to the end.
He was about to call out a warning to her when it was too late. The branch
snapped. The little girl was falling with barely a squeal.
All Gareth could think was that he needed to do something. It was then
he noticed he was rushing towards her. He wasn’t sure how he was moving his
wheelchair and catching her but he did. Her giant brown eyes grew as he held her.
Then she looked about and her eyes became wider. He swallowed hard and stared at
the ground several feet away.
In a rush, he placed the girl on the grass and flew back to his chair. His heart
still pounded in his ears as he sat. He tried to mask his confusion as he masked all
other uncomfortable emotions, but it wasn’t working. The girl stared at him, but said
nothing as a dark haired woman rushed toward her.
“Sweeting, are you ok?” The woman swept the girl up into her arms. “I got
here as fast as I could. I can’t believe you did that. I thought I told you not to climb
that tree.”
She put the girl back down and looked her over, grabbing her head and
looking for a sign of injury. “Aren’t you hurt at all? I saw you falling from the
window upstairs.”
The girl shook her head too quickly, like she was still in shock.
“Come on back to the house,” the pinch-faced woman snapped, ushering the
little girl away.
The girl yanked her hand free of the woman’s grasp and rushed back to
Gareth. She placed an object in his hand and kissed his cheek.
“You were amazing,” she whispered and turned back to the woman who
called out her name.
Giveaway:
7 comments:
This sounds like it is going to be a really great read! I am interested in reading this book because it sounds so very interesting and different from what I normally read. Thank you for sharing this.
I think it's interesting because there are beings from fairytales, an assassin and secrets to be revealed in this book. Thanks for the giveaway. Hope I win!
because i love reading steampunk with a lil bit romance :)
thx u ..
This book sounds like an interesting combination of elements. I can't wait to see how it all comes together. Thanks!
The cover & also the fact that the hero is crippled.
Being disabled myself, and having a child that has a limited mobility, this book is a welcome story in my home! It reaffirms that with imagination, anything is possible! I would love to own this book of fairy tales, mysteries, and suspense so I can read it to my children and future grandchildren!
will it be translated?
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