Good Morning to everybody,
Thanks to all the people who stopped by and visited my blog. I truly enjoyed it.
I just put everybody's name in the hat and my 12 year old daughter truly enjoyed reaching into it and pulling the winner....
....... Rebecca........
Please email me Rebecca: nativeauthor@gmail.com
Walk in harmony,
Melinda
Monday, March 14, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Fool For Romance Contest
I am honored to be a part of the Fool for Romance Contest this year. I am glad you stopped by today because I am posting an excerpt from my new release Native Spirit. It was released in February 2011 by Desert Breeze Publishing. Every author, avid reader, or anybody who loves Native Americans and their unique way of life would enjoy reading Native Spirit.
For the contest all you have to do is follow my blog and leave a comment..then you will be entered into the contest. Its simple and easy and maybe you will win the KINDLE...
Here is an excerpt from Native Spirit:
White Hawk called all the creatures of the forest. "My animal friends please show me the way in which Half Moon has been taken."
White Hawk was in a daze, as he climbed the mountain in its winding formation. He glanced over the mountain's edge, revealing the openness of the land below. The creek was almost as if it was not even there because the water barely moved -- frozen by the cold weather.
White Hawk realized he was alone. He wished he could be more dependent on himself. He must learn to cope on his own. He knew if he could get through this, then he would be strong enough in his later life to handle anything.
His horse startled, rearing up on its hind legs. Holding on tightly, glancing around the area, he finally saw what had spooked him.
A herd of wild horses grazed the land over the next hill range. White Hawk stopped, taking in the beauty of the sacred animals. They nudged on each other, showing affection.
The herd consisted of many different colors, but one caught White Hawk's eye. It was of the purest white, with sparkling blue eyes. It stared, eventually galloping toward him.
As it got closer, White Hawk sensed this to be a very sacred animal. The color of white was a sign of sacredness. He climbed off his horse, tying him to the nearest boulder, but keeping focused on the pure white one.
As he coaxed it closer, the blue eyes fixed on him. He waited patiently, squatting down by the rocks. It walked closer.
White Hawk decided that he would wait for as long as it took to capture this sacred animal's heart. He realized time was of the essences but something from the spirit world told him that he must get the white horse.
White Hawk was in a daze, as he climbed the mountain in its winding formation. He glanced over the mountain's edge, revealing the openness of the land below. The creek was almost as if it was not even there because the water barely moved -- frozen by the cold weather.
White Hawk realized he was alone. He wished he could be more dependent on himself. He must learn to cope on his own. He knew if he could get through this, then he would be strong enough in his later life to handle anything.
His horse startled, rearing up on its hind legs. Holding on tightly, glancing around the area, he finally saw what had spooked him.
A herd of wild horses grazed the land over the next hill range. White Hawk stopped, taking in the beauty of the sacred animals. They nudged on each other, showing affection.
The herd consisted of many different colors, but one caught White Hawk's eye. It was of the purest white, with sparkling blue eyes. It stared, eventually galloping toward him.
As it got closer, White Hawk sensed this to be a very sacred animal. The color of white was a sign of sacredness. He climbed off his horse, tying him to the nearest boulder, but keeping focused on the pure white one.
As he coaxed it closer, the blue eyes fixed on him. He waited patiently, squatting down by the rocks. It walked closer.
White Hawk decided that he would wait for as long as it took to capture this sacred animal's heart. He realized time was of the essences but something from the spirit world told him that he must get the white horse.
If you would like to buy a copy of Native Spirit click on the links below:
Walk in harmony,
Melinda
Thursday, March 3, 2011
2011 Fool For Romance Contest
A great contest for everybody. We are giving away a Kindle.. Please check it out. The contest runs the entire month of March. I am taking part in it this year so please check it out
Here is the link to check out the rules:
http://www.crystalrainlove.com/foolforromance.htm
Check out my blog on March 13th for this exciting contest
http://www.melindaelmoreauthorofmysteryromance.blogspot.com
Walk in harmony,
Melinda
Here is the link to check out the rules:
http://www.crystalrainlove.com/foolforromance.htm
Check out my blog on March 13th for this exciting contest
http://www.melindaelmoreauthorofmysteryromance.blogspot.com
Walk in harmony,
Melinda
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Red Bird's Song By Beth Trissel
I have the honor of having Wild Rose Press Author, Beth Trissel on my blog. Take a look at her book, Red Bird's Sond. Its a wonderful read
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Red Bird’s Song is based on events that happened to my early American Scots-Irish ancestors in the Virginia colonial frontier. The novel began as historical fiction with a strong romantic element but evolved into a historical romance, painstakingly researched and pulsing with emotion. The romance between Wicomechee and Charity throbs with tension, tenderness, passion and angst.
A bonus for readers, at the end of the book is the account of the Shawnee warrior I discovered in distant branches of the family tree. Yes, Wicomechee really lived and he comes vividly to life along with the others characters in this adventurous romance with a The Last of the Mohicans flavor.
Blurb:
Taken captive by a war party wasn’t how Charity Edmonson hoped to escape an unwanted marriage. Nor did Shawnee warrior Wicomechee expect to find the treasure promised by his grandfather’s vision in the unpredictable red-headed girl.
George 111’s English Red-Coats, unprincipled colonial militia, prejudice and jealousy are not the only enemies Charity and Wicomechee will face before they can hope for a peaceful life. The greatest obstacle to happiness is in their own hearts.
As they struggle through bleak mountains and cold weather, facing wild nature and wilder men, Wicomechee and Charity must learn to trust each other—or be destroyed.
Excerpt from RED BIRD’S SONG:
Charity swiped angrily at a tear.
She’d run away, if she had anyone to run to.
It wasn’t right they were all dead.
On impulse, she jumped to the ground. “I’ll go anyway,” she muttered. “Eat nuts and berries and live in the woods.”
“Will you go alone?” a low voice asked.
Sucking in her breath, she whirled around. Less than twenty feet away, grasping his musket, stood a tall young brave. Stripes of red and black paint blurred his striking features. His dark brown eyes riveted her in place. This warrior was like no other and the most savagely handsome man she’d ever seen.
God help her. She should flee now, but could only stare, open-mouthed. She swept her disbelieving gaze over the loose black hair brushing an open buckskin vest that revealed his bronzed chest and shoulders molded into contours of muscle. An elkskin breechclout left a great deal of his hard thighs exposed. Despite the dread hammering in her chest, a fiery blush burned her cheeks. But it was the sheathed knife hanging on his left side and the lethal tomahawk slung on his right that snapped Charity from her near-trance.
In a rush of memories, she recalled the stories of her father’s death under the scalping knife and neighbors who’d suffered the same violent fate. No Indians had been spotted in their settlement since the Shawnee grew hostile and war had erupted nine years ago, but the warfare had ended. Hadn’t it?
Clenching ice-cold fingers, she dug her nails into her palms. “What in God’s name are you doing here?” she forced past the dry lump in her throat.
“Watching you.” ~
*Red Bird’s Song is available in print and digital download at:
The Wild Rose Press, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other online booksellers.
Walk in harmony my friend,
Melinda
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