I LOVE Cover Reveals!!! And what makes today’s reveal even better is that I’m revealing the cover for one of my best friends/critique partners/blog sister/agency sister/soul sister (that’s a lot of slashes)
Trisha Wolfe simply rocks. Her writing is always action-packed and fast faced, her heroes completely swoon and sigh worthy, and her heroines kick so much butt that the term passive protagonist is shot to Hades. Ms. Wolfe doesn’t have time for weak women, and as a result I always end up feeling like I’ve been given a shot of B 12, ready to take on whoever comes into my path, too…. well, for at least the first five minutes after reading 🙂
And today, I’m so excited to give out the deets on her latest project to come…. WOOT!
So without further delay, let’s get to the good stuff, shall we?
Astarte’s Wrath
Trisha Wolfe
e-book, Expected publication: July 2012
A Kythan Guardians Novella
Prequel to Destiny’s Fire
Two thousand years before Dez Harkly developed her secret powers, Kythan Astarte vowed to free the Kythans from the binds that enslaved them to the Egyptian pharaohs and sorcerers. Discover the prophecy that originated from a very different time, and spans generations to link two very different girls…This is the beginning.Set against the backdrop of the Battle of Actium, in the city of Alexandria, Star struggles with her guardian duties as her feelings for the newly named pharaoh of Egypt grow deeper. Not only is Caesarian her duty, he’s the son of Cleopatra, and he’s…human. All of which makes their love forbidden.
But when a conspiracy linked to Caesar, Caesarian’s own father, creeps its ways into Alexandria, Star must choose between helping her fellow Kythans free themselves of their servitude, or protecting her charge—the last pharaoh—while Egypt burns around her.
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Excerpt:
Whenever the sky bleeds, covering the once-blue pallet with crimson, and the bright ball of fire burns through billowy puffs of white, staining them and the earth in hues of red-orange and amber…and ash floats on a non-existent breeze, I know the Narcolym Guardians are waging a battle.
Shuttering my window, I unloose the hemp thread, and a sheer curtain veils the sand-covered horizon from my vision. My fingers trail the cream fabric, the tips tracing the darkening clouds against the light material as my other hand curls into a fist by my thigh, dousing the swirling vortex rising up at the charge in the air.
“Star…?”
Astarte, I correct inwardly, but pinch my lips closed. “Yes, Habi?”
Habi’s footsteps echo throughout the mud-brick room as he approaches. “It’s time…”