Please welcome my longtime friend, Mary Adair to the blog. Here's Mary:
Thanks to Caroline for hosting me on her blog today.
To show my appreciation to her readers, I’ll give away an e-copy of PASSION’S VISION to one person who
comments today.
The first book in the Passion Series, PASSION'S VISION was inspired by one of
my husband’s ancestors who lived in the mid 1700’s here in America. This man
was an agent for the King of England; he was a physician, an animal skin trader
and the author of a book that became referred to as the first and best
information on the American Indians. His name is James Adair and his book is THE
HISTORY OF AMERICAN INDIANS.
The
second book of the series, PASSION'S PRICE, takes place in England. In the
second story, Golden Dawn Fitz-Gerald goes to England to save her childhood
friend, Raven Cloud. Dawn is the daughter of James Fitz-Gerald and New Moon. In
book one New Moon is a warrior in every since of the word. She raised her
daughter to stand proud and strong and to honor her birthright as a Cherokee
warrior. New Moon taught Golden Dawn to cherish and listen to the gift of
vision she inherited from her mother.
Golden
Dawn learned her lessons well. When she had a vision that her childhood friend,
the man she knew was for her, was in mortal danger she knew what to do. She
would go to England and save the man she loves. Dawn is a delightful mix of her
mother and father as well as having a personality and temperament all her own.
She will go to England, she will face down any obstacle and she will pay any
price to save the man she loves. Dawn is not the typical English lady. In
appearance she can easily pass for high society, but as a Cherokee warrior on a
mission she causes quite a stir.
Currently,
I’m writing the third book in the series, PASSION'S PROMISE. This is the story
of Johnny Cloud, son of Golden Dawn and Raven Cloud. Johnny returns to the land
of his mother’s people in a time of great strife for the Cherokee. This is
where he believes he belongs. He marriea a beautiful Cherokee woman who is
sweet and gentle yet possesses a strength that amazes him. He learns she is
pregnant just when they were about to leave to visit his parents. She explains
she cannot go but he must go without her.
She assures him she will be safe with her people but extracts from him a
promise that he will love and protect his expected daughter as much as he would
a son. He laughs and promises that he will love and protect their child no
matter the sex. He also promises to return as quickly as he can. He truly
believes he will be back before the child is born. He is wrong. PASSION'S
PROMISE is a story of a father who will do what he must to keep his child safe
in a time of war and violence.
Here’s the blurb for the first in the series, PASSION’S VISION:
Passion's Vision takes place in the
mid 1700's in the Carolina Cherokee villages. James Fitz-Gerald is an agent for
the Court of King George II. James is on an undercover mission from the King
when he arrives in the Cherokee village, Chota Town. He knows this mission will
be his most difficult with the lives of both white families and Native
Americans in the balance. With this responsibility weighing heavily on him, the
furthest thought from his mind is a romantic entanglement. That is, until his
life is saved by a proud and beautiful Cherokee woman.
New Moon, sister to Chief Dancing Cloud, is a warrior in her own right. She hardly notices the white man whose life she saves in battle. But when James arrives in her village, she is reminded of the troubling visions sent to her by the Great Spirit. She determines within her heart, even after a vision from the Great Spirit telling her otherwise, she will never belong to a white man, and most assuredly not to this one her villagers call Red Panther.
PASSION’S VISION is the story of the love and respect that grows between an agent for the Court of King George II and a Cherokee Princess. Their lives are destined to be filled with adventure and triumph, sometimes with loss and pain, but always with passion.
New Moon, sister to Chief Dancing Cloud, is a warrior in her own right. She hardly notices the white man whose life she saves in battle. But when James arrives in her village, she is reminded of the troubling visions sent to her by the Great Spirit. She determines within her heart, even after a vision from the Great Spirit telling her otherwise, she will never belong to a white man, and most assuredly not to this one her villagers call Red Panther.
PASSION’S VISION is the story of the love and respect that grows between an agent for the Court of King George II and a Cherokee Princess. Their lives are destined to be filled with adventure and triumph, sometimes with loss and pain, but always with passion.
Here’s an excerpt from PASSION’S VISION:
New
Moon sat back on her haunches and rubbed the small of her back with one hand as
she wiped the other arm across her sweaty brow. Breathing a soft moan, she
arched backward in an attempt to ease the persistent ache. There were other
chores that needed her attention, but she felt safe here in the garden. She was
sure she would not run into him here
among the vegetables.
Her
heart was not happy to think the spirits might actually send such a man to her.
Not when the good man that was her husband had been killed by one of his kind.
A
shiver of apprehension ran down her spine and she glanced over her shoulder.
Her gaze landed on the very one she tried to avoid. She knew she should turn
her back and continue with her work. Instead, she twisted herself around so she
could watch him better.
He
leaned against a nearby tree lazily watching the clouds float above his head.
He no longer wore the buckskins he had arrived in, but instead wore the narrow
loincloth and short moccasins of the Ani-Yunnuiya, the Principal People.
She
grunted in disapproval. Does he think dressing as a warrior will make him a
warrior? If that is what he thinks, then he is wrong. She shifted her position
slightly as she watched him closely. He didn’t even sense her scrutiny. No wonder
his party walked into an ambush, she mused with disgust. This man was no
warrior. Surely her vision had come from the prankster!
Against
her will, New Moon’s gaze was drawn to his hair, which hung long and straight
to just below his shoulders. She had never seen hair of that color. It shone
with the deep rich color of the river clay, just as her dream had shown her.
So
his hair is an unusual color, she scolded her inner voice. It was probably
common where he came from. Maybe hair of such a color was a bad omen.
He
turned in her direction and raised his arms to rest them on a branch that
stretched just above his head. She observed the way his muscles rippled along
his large frame when he moved.
Something
caught his eye and he turned his face away. Grinning, he propped his temple on
his forearm.
New
Moon tore her gaze to look toward the playing field. He watched Buffalo, the
young half-breed from the trading post. Her attention returned to the white man
and her heartbeat quickened. His new position gave her an excellent view of his
firmly muscled chest and upper arms.
An
unwelcome tingling erupted in her belly. A trembling breath filled her lungs
and she allowed her gaze to wander lower along the rippled length of his narrow
waist.
Why
shouldn’t she look? She excused herself and relaxed. Her eyes were drawn lower
still to his powerfully built legs that looked as if they could run forever,
and she wondered how it would feel to run at his side. Her senses reeled with
the eerie feeling of dream walking. Someday she would know.
She
steeled herself against the flood of anticipation that washed over her body and
sent her every fiber of being into chaotic response.
Her
vision began a slow return trip upward, lingering over the rounded muscles of
his calves. Her fingers tightly gripped her bent knees as her gaze continued
upward to the sleek strength of his thigh and hip that showed on each side of
his loincloth…which, she realized with a start, was draped in the most peculiar
angle.
Great Spirit!
Her
gaze flew to his and then quickly away, but not before she saw an auburn brow
arch and his lips quirk in amusement.
The buy links for PASSION’S VISION are
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| Mary Adair, Author |
Mary A. Adair is an Amazon bestselling author of Native American romance,
including the poignant PASSION’S VISION, recipient of the Betty Hendricks
Award. Mary did extensive research on several Native American tribes for the eighteenth century setting of her books. One of her many sources for learning about the
rich Cherokee culture of that period was a book written in the mid 1700s by
James Adair, an ancestor of her husband.
Mary
is also the author of CAPTIVE SPIRITS, a young adult fantasy. In addition to
being an author, she is a registered laboratory technician in radiology and
phlebotomy. After spending most of her life as a Texan, she now lives in Souteastern
Oklahoma with her husband and their menagerie of animals.
Links:
Twitter
@MaryAdairdotcom
Thanks for stopping by!
3 comments:
Caroline, Thanks so much for having me on your lovely blog today. I hope you have a big turnout today. I love hearing from friends fans and making new friends and fans.
Mary Adair
Mary
I loved the excerpt from your book.
I love anything to do with the North American Indians so this was right up my alley.
I have added it to my reading list for future purchase.
It was great reading about you.
Good Writing!
Sue Horsnell
Susan,
Thanks for dropping by! I'm glad you liked the excerpt.
Mary
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