The Druid’s Curse
Print Length: 260 pages
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Trying to flee her hallucination of a demon, she runs heart first into the brooding alpha male she’s been dreaming about for years, and then her nightmare really begins.
Kris Pietka is done with women…he’s broken. But when he meets Golden, an overwhelming need to protect her tests everything he thought he knew about himself, and the paranormal.
A bond forged centuries ago thrusts them together as they search for a way to break an ancient Druid curse prophesying their demise. Racing against the clock, they travel from Vermont, to the Carpathian Mountains in Poland, and the Scottish Highlands in search of answers and a way to break the curse.
But something evil watches—it covets, and time is running out.
Will fate allow love to prevail against unbeatable odds, or will Golden wake to find it was all a delusion?
Available at Amazon
Hello and Welcome to my blog.
First, why don’t you tell us a little bit about this book? Something that’s not in the blurb.
Protect Her is the first novel in The Druid’s Curse Series. Within Golden and Kris’s story you meet Golden’s sister, Izzy and Malcolm Campbell, an immortal Highlander who’s been cursed by the Druid.
I really love this couple and have written their story in the second book in the series, Avenge Her.
This is their story:
When a plan set in motion centuries ago threatens Malcolm Campbell’s godchild, he must overcome his hatred of all things magical to protect those he loves. A blizzard traps a beautiful witch in his castle and tests the strength of his vow of celibacy.
She insists she can help him against the malevolent being threatening his godchild, but learning to trust a witch is one thing, learning to forgive her kind and fight by her side is another. Somehow Malcolm must do both before the evil that lurks seals his godchild’s fate.
What adversities did you face as an aspiring author?
I think fear of rejection was the biggest fear I had when I started writing Protect Her, my very first novel. I told myself just write it, if it doesn’t get a contract it’s no big deal, at least I finished a novel. Of course, deep down, I wanted everyone to love it, so when I got some rejections, I was crushed for a few days, but didn’t give up and entered a pitch event on Savvy Authors, and received three contract offers for Protect Her.
The moral here is never give up, you never know when you’ll find that agent or editor who loves your book as much as you do.
What do you believe is your best marketing tool to sell your books?
Getting your name out there is the best tool whether it be via social media, newspaper article, or on a blog. A note on blogs…
A huge thanks to all those I’ve been on, it takes time to format all these wonderful posts you read and most bloggers do this free of charge out of the kindness of their hearts, so kudos to Houston Havens and all the others who’ve had me stop by.
What do you think is the biggest misconception that readers have about authors in general?
I really believe that readers have a misconception that if a book is Indy published or with a small press that it must not be as good as a book published by one of the bigger publishing houses. I hope that this is starting to change, but fear it’s still a bit of a misconception.
How much research do you put into your books before writing them?
I am a research fanatic. I spend many hours/days researching for my books. I have to stop myself some days, because I get lost in a subject and don’t get any writing in.
Why did you choose this genre to write?
I’ve always been drawn to the mysteries of the paranormal. The knowledge that there are things beyond our comprehension fuels my imagination.
What makes all your long hours of writing worth it?
It would have to be seeing reviews from people I don’t know who say they loved the book. I can’t describe the feeling knowing someone else loved my book as much as I do.
If you can say one thing to your readers, what would that be?
Read anything you can get your hands on. Try something new, you never know when you’ll find something you love that you never thought you would.
If you were granted 3 wishes what would they be?
- Speak with ancestors who have died
- Live in a different century
- Make a gazillion dollars. J
What’s your guilty pleasure?
Do you have any hidden talents? 😉
I can play the violin…poorly!
Would you rather….
Read a paperback or on an ereader?
Drink champagne or beer?
Heels or flats?
Facebook or Twitter?
Go to the beach or go to a wintery mountain retreat?
Wintery mountain retreat. I love snow!
“Matka? Dzien dobry? Ma? Hello?”
The deep male voice filled the kitchen. Filled her. Her muscles tightened, her arms vibrated like she’d been doing yard work for the last hour and had just turned off the weed whacker.
Mary raised an eyebrow in her direction before looking past her to the door. “Kris, proszę meet Golden. Come, come.”
Heavy boots sounded on the wooden steps. The loud thumping stopped as if in mid-step and an invisible electric current slammed into her back. Heat spread through her and settled in her belly.
“Matka, what’s going on here?”
“Golden is your Babci’s new caregiver.” Mary enunciated as if she were speaking to a five-year-old. “I told you last week she answered the ad and was coming today. She’ll be starting on Monday.”
Mary glared at Kris and then turned to Golden with an apologetic smile on her face. Kris moved around the table and stood next to his mother.
Her mouth fell open.
He narrowed his piercing blue eyes at her, and a lock of sandy brown hair fell from behind his ear.
He looked exactly like the man she’d been dreaming of for years.
The once cozy kitchen felt tiny. Airless. Too hot. Using the table as a lever, Golden forced herself to stand and shot a glance in Mary’s direction, worried she was hallucinating her dream man and looked delusional. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d acted crazy. Okay, Mary didn’t act like her new employee was tripping her ass off. Good to know.
Words in a language she didn’t understand flew out of his mouth, his unfriendly gaze fixed on her. Wow, angry much? He was obviously talking about her in a not so nice way, which pissed her off. Combined with her confusion, she was a hot mess. And all the while her emotions were ping ponging, her body pulsed, begging for this jerkoff to touch her.
His brows furrowed, and he ranted as though she weren’t in the room. Rude. New plan. She’d figure out how she’d dreamt of him later. First, she wanted to know what he had against her and why she reacted to the jerk like he’d brought her a dozen roses while hanging out the sunroof of a limo.
Mary cut him off with a single word. “Dosyć!” She closed her eyes and whispered, “Enough.”
Kris sucked in a breath, and without another word, pivoted on his heel and walked deeper into the house.
What was wrong with him? Ever hear of anger management classes? And what was wrong with her Benedict Arnold body? Pick an emotion and stick to it. Anger, that’s what was called for here. Not, gee you’re hot, I’ve been dreaming of you for years. Want to hook up?
Figures, the one guy that finally made her wake up and say hell yes was a total turd.
Sophia Kimble has always wanted to be an author, but for years, life got in the way. She wouldn’t change a thing about how her life turned out, though. Her family keeps her laughing and loving. Her wonderful husband and two extraordinary children stand beside her every step of the way and make this journey called life worth living.
Sophia has worked as a nurse for twenty years, but has put that career path aside to devote her time and imagination to writing down the stories that keep her up nights.
She takes her love of the paranormal, history, and genealogy, and weaves them into tales of family, fated love, and supernatural occurrences.
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