Greetings fellow warriors and visitors!  Well, I’m now into my first round of edits on Touch of Salar, and let’s just say, it’s an eye-opening experience.  Apparently, I missed the class on commas, colons and em dashes.  I’ll continue to post snippets from Touch for a while, in a flagrant attempt to get you all hooked.  Earlier snippets are compiled under the Fiction tab.

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Touch of Salar

When M’lan’s palms hit a cool stone floor, he shook his head in confusion as his vision wavered between illusion and reality. On his knees, he breathed deep and tried to remember who he was, and where he was. He raised his head and the tentacles of the night terrors recoiled into the shadowed corners of a temple, chased away by the sun that was cresting the mountain. He was not a warrior, but a monk, a healing monk, and he was in the temple of Ka’alar, not some hideous battlefield.

He let out a shaky breath and climbed the last few steps on hands and knees. The nightmares were getting worse, and so powerful that they chased him all the way out his cell into the blessed light of day. He thanked Salar for the dawn, then groggily staggered to his feet. He dimly recalled rising and dressing before dawn, but the dream had hunted him down and reclaimed him on his way to the temple.

About Touch of Salar

Touch of Salar is a high fantasy, m/m erotic romance. In the kingdom of Rakkan, in a culture ruled by gods, temples and magic, a young monk with the ability to channel the healing powers of the god Salar falls in love with a wounded warrior he knows only as The Major. Relations between the classes are forbidden, and things become even more complicated when the monk discovers that the man he is obsessed with is a king’s assassin. If M’lan is found out, he will be put to death, possibly by the Major himself.

This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors.  Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from their current work in progress.  Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book.  Click the link above or copy & paste this address: www.wewriwa.com

Great news!  The first book in the Salar series will be published by Loose ID!!!  More details to follow soon.  I’ve been posting excerpts from the third in the series, Curse of Salar, which is my current WIP.  In celebration of an actual publishing contract, this weekend I’ll post from Touch.

Touch of Salar 

The sun pierced a crevice in the mountains and M’lan raised a hand to shield his eyes. He stood on a desert battlefield littered with the wounded, the dying and the dead. He let the blood-smeared sword in his other hand drop.  Dawn cut across the broken earth in a fiery lance, the anger of the god Salar exposing man’s cruelty in shocking, vivid detail.  Blood everywhere, limbs hacked, horses screaming. Hundreds of cold sightless eyes, all turning toward him. M’lan stepped forward and tripped over a body at his feet.  He fell, not onto a rock-strewn desert, but marble steps.

About Touch of Salar

Touch of Salar is a high fantasy, m/m erotic romance. In the kingdom of Rakkan, in a culture ruled by gods, temples and magic, a young monk with the ability to channel the healing powers of the god Salar falls in love with a wounded warrior he knows only as The Major.  Relations between the classes are forbidden, and things become even more complicated when the monk discovers that the man he is obsessed with is a king’s assassin.  If M’lan is found out, he will be put to death, possibly by the Major himself.

This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors.  Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from their current work in progress.  Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book.  Click the link above or copy & paste this address: www.wewriwa.com

Note: I’ve added a fiction page so that you can read the previous postings in one place and catch up on what’s happened so far.

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Curse of Salar

“How goes things beyond the palace walls?” Mira asked, sipping the wine and keeping his eyes on Timon’s face.  The servant felt his gaze and raised his eyes.  Despite his exemplary training he couldn’t help staring hungrily at Mira, an expression of clear desire disturbing his calm.  After a moment’s faltering he said,  “All is well. The rebel activity has ceased and the markets are thriving again.”

“We are blessed by the strong hand of Premier Skala,” Mira said, mostly out of spite.  Timon would have to wonder if he was being sincere or not, have to wonder if he should report Mira’s sarcasm, and in the end, probably decide not to say a word.  Mira always heard what he said out loud filtered through spies, interpreted by watchers, mulled over by ministers. Most likely, he was taking himself too seriously- most likely, the minister and his cabinet had given up worrying or thinking about him much at all.

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Curse of Salar is an m/m erotic fantasy novella, third in a series set in the world of Salar.  Prince Mira, along with his sister, is the last in the royal line of Jahar, a ruling family of powerful magicians. Mira and Alandra are held as virtual captives in their family’s own palace, kept alive to placate the masses of peasants who are traditional royalists and still believe in the fabled powers of the Jahar. Mira chafes under confinement and dreams of escaping.  Rayn Matisse is a soldier in the rebel army. He has no interest whatsoever in seeing the royals reinstated until he meets Mira and begins to fall under the prince’s magical sway.  Rayn’s people were cursed by the Jahar centuries ago, and though long thought to be a myth, the curse begins to assert its powers once again. As assassination and rebellion upset the false calm of the kingdom, Rayn finds himself torn between love and fear of the young man who possesses an uncanny ability to control him.