Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Eternity by Daisy Banks

A Happy New Year jj and all your readers. Thank you so much for hosting me and helping me celebrate the release of my new book To Eternity, the second book in the Timeless series.

I hope those of you who enjoyed meeting Magnus and Sian in Timeless will enjoy this next step in their story.  I hope those of you meeting them for the first time in To Eternity will want to find out about their past in Timeless.

I am presently in the process of writing Out of Time, Book Three in the series and hope to have it completed this year.

One of my great loves in this story is the house. Over the time I have worked with Magnus and Sian in the setting of the house at Darnwell I have enjoyed their pleasure in the house and gardens. I have chosen an excerpt that gives a flavor of the place where much of the story unfolds.   



To Eternity-wild beneath the moon- Book Two in the Timeless Series.
Blurb
 For four centuries Magnus has lived according to the dictates of the moon, his heart isolated by the domination of his wolf nature. Now fate has brought the beautiful, independent Sian to his house at Darnwell and their irresistible attraction has exploded into a white-hot passion. Yet she is not wolf, and the time has come for her to embrace the change. But once she completes the ritual and claims her place next to Magnus, the rivals will appear on the horizon…
Excerpt
Heartbeat rising with concerns for their discussion, she went through to the bedroom. She dumped her sweater on the chair before she opened the door to the wet room. She caught a glimpse of his slick, dark, wet hair dripping on his broad shoulders. The water cascaded down his back to his firm-muscled ass. Still, his pain beat at her like a night fury. Not anger, but an aching hurt she could do nothing to relieve. She called into the shower. “Shall I pour you some coffee?”
The full power of the spray, along with a waft of steam, drowned out his response. She closed the door. Rather than wait, she poured two cups anyway. Curling her hand around her cup, she settled herself in the huge, oak chair in front of the hearth to wait for him to join her. The carving at the end of the curtained four-poster bed, of two wolves with bodies entwined, spoke to her the same way it had the first time Magnus brought her into this room he’d kept as a private sanctuary for so long. This hand-chiseled image, a reference to his parents who had commissioned the monumental bed, gave her hope. They’d loved, as humans and wolves, their pairing bound in a permanent connection. They’d produced offspring. A son, this magnificent, wonderful man, wolf, person. A wave of emotion brought a lump to her throat while she weighed the possibilities against the current reality. Blinking fast, she swiped at her eyes.
This mood would bring her no good. Crying wouldn’t solve a thing. She’d end up with a sore throat, red eyes, a swollen nose, and none of it would help. If Magnus found her in tears, it would stoke his guilt further. He might even try to send her back to her flat in London. The line she trod with him demanded the balance skills of a gymnast on the beam. Yes, he cared about her, she was certain…up to a point.
Maybe he loved her enough to send her away. Fresh tears welled for she could imagine his explanation. I can’t hurt you like this anymore. You must leave.
Heaven help her, he’d mean every word of it. He’d send her away, then bury himself in majestic misery here while he waited for her to age and die.
“Bugger it all.” Her voice cracked as she set her coffee cup down on the small table beside her chair. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll not leave you, not unless you take me back to London and dump me there, Magnus. I belong here.”
The oak wolves stared back from the wood panel with a silent offer of agreement.
“Too right,” she said forcing herself to relax. “I agreed to stay with him and I will. He’ll just have to get accustomed to a female being around all the time. I’m going nowhere.”
“Had you planned on going somewhere?” he asked, toweling his dark hair as he walked in from the wet room.
“No, I was giving myself a bit of a pep talk.” She sucked in the sight of his broad shoulders, the ripples of muscle on his chest. Her gaze moved down to the towel he’d draped around his middle, clinging snug to the damp curve of his ass. Rising from the chair, she hurried to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and laid her head on his smooth damp shoulder. Her previous experiences had been nothing like this compulsive need for Magnus. When she was nineteen, she’d had a bit of a glow about one boyfriend, but it was a timid kind of affection, rather like standing under a warm shower. With Magnus, she swam in an ocean of unfamiliar sensations, and though some might be scary, she didn’t want them to stop. She wouldn’t stand by silent if Magnus tried to end their relationship because of his guilt for who and what he was, even if he thought it would be good for her.

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Monday, December 1, 2014

Manservant for a day

My birthday was Saturday and my husband stated he didn't get a card and couldn't decide on a gift.

I was okay with that, getting older I don't actually want to be reminded my youth is flying by and I can't recapture my slim waist or pliable skin. So, he became my manservant for the day.

This isn't like your ordinary list-of-things-to-do day of activity. Whatever I asked to have done, I didn't get the moan and groan. I loved it!

We went to an antique mall, purchased items to decorate for Christmas. After he hauled seven boxes of Christmas totes from the attic we went to work on decking the halls.

The day flew by. That evening we went to a posh restaurant, the perfect end to a what I anticipated would be a blah day.

I want  a manservant every year...maybe a new tradition?

Happy holidays!

Thursday, October 2, 2014

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Tied to a tree in the midst of thieves, the Valkyrie Skogul wakes without memory of who she is or of the man she once loved. Using curiously deadly skills, she escapes. Injured and exhausted, a wolf befriends her and leads her to a house where the hunky owner's eyes look strangely familiar.
Aidan Hall, former guardian of Hell's Gate, doesn’t trust anyone. So when a beautiful amnesia victim he’s never met appears at his door, why does he feel a connection? Who and what he is will keep them apart. But when dark magik shows up in his woods, his guard intensifies. Is it Skogul or someone else?
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“I’m practicing. Training to protect myself.”
She tilted her head from left to right, getting the cramping kinks out of her neck. “I think I may have been in the military. Or FBI. CIA. Some job where I, ah…”
“What?” He took hold of her arm, which limply held the stick at her side.
“Assassinated people,” she whispered, not truly wanting the thought to be real.
He dropped his hand. At his evaluation, the previous happy tingles in her blood stream chilled her. He’d think less of her, and imagining falling from her pedestal made her want to cry.
Their gazes held. He grinned. Her heart rate increased as he walked around her. “I don’t believe you’re an assassin and certainly not a murderer. You couldn’t be someone who gets paid to kill prominent people.”
She kept her gaze on him, hoping to see his expression. He stopped in front of the scarecrow and picked a few loose hanging bits. He’d come full circle and stood nose to nose with her. “When you described the man attacking you, you didn’t say you killed him, and under the circumstances you should have. Also, you know as much about politics as you do shopping.”
Relief flooded her, bringing tears to cloud her vision. The short sharp breaths and pounding from her chest slowed. She slouched. “Whew, that makes me feel better, except I believe—I know—I’ve worked with dead people.”
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