Lore: Tales of Myth and
Legend Retold
Release Date: 03/2014
Summary from Goodreads:
A collection of six
folklore retellings that will twist your mind and claim your heart.
SHIMMER: A heartbroken boy rescues a mermaid... but is it too late to save her?
BETWEEN is about a girl, a genie, and a ton of bad decisions.
SUNSET MOON: Eloise doesn't believe in Native American magic--until the dreamcatcher spiders spin her down an unknown path.
THE MAKER: An incapacitated young man bent on revenge builds a creature to do it for him.
A BEAUTIFUL MOURNING: The story of a Maya goddess torn between duty and love, and the ultimate sacrifice she must make to achieve true happiness.
THE BARRICADES: When a human girl risks everything to save the life of an Eternal prince, will their feelings for each other change the world they know, or tear it apart?
SHIMMER: A heartbroken boy rescues a mermaid... but is it too late to save her?
BETWEEN is about a girl, a genie, and a ton of bad decisions.
SUNSET MOON: Eloise doesn't believe in Native American magic--until the dreamcatcher spiders spin her down an unknown path.
THE MAKER: An incapacitated young man bent on revenge builds a creature to do it for him.
A BEAUTIFUL MOURNING: The story of a Maya goddess torn between duty and love, and the ultimate sacrifice she must make to achieve true happiness.
THE BARRICADES: When a human girl risks everything to save the life of an Eternal prince, will their feelings for each other change the world they know, or tear it apart?
Excerpt :
A Beautiful Mourning by Theresa
DaLayne:
I
could not help but smile at the newly budded flowers scattered over the hills
of the middleworld. My bare feet sank into the cool grass. It sprang between my
toes, reminding me of the many walks my mother and I took together when I was a
child.
It
had been many years since she last strolled beside me. Many years since her
soul left her body and joined the breeze of the heavens.
I
paused beside a tree and lay my hand upon its bark.
I
missed my mother’s laughter. Her sparkling green eyes and her sweet voice. No
longer a child, I ached for her guidance and advice in the matters of life, and
especially love.
A
hummingbird buzzed past me and broke my gloomy thoughts. I turned and watched
it hover over blooms and feast on the bounty of the nectar. I extended my hand.
The tiny bird startled.
“I
intend you no harm,” I said softly. It was not only for the mortals, but for
the creatures of this realm that I tended to the greenery on which they
depended to survive. I loved them, and wished them nothing but prosperity and
joy.
Yet
their happiness was a constant reminder of my sorrow, and some days, my heart
did not have the will to carry on.
The
rhythm of the bird’s rapidly pumping wings soothed my disparity and brought a
smile to my lips. I lowered my hand and the creature vanished from sight.
It
was then I noticed the large cat weaving between the trees. I smiled and
stepped toward the jaguar. “Balam. How nice to see you. It’s been far too
long.”
The
middleworld deity slinked toward me. One large paw lazily moved in front of the
other until he was close enough to touch.
His
fur was like silk under my fingers.
“What
special occasion brings you?”
Balam
did not answer, which was typical for him. Even when in his human form, the
middleworld god had never spoken a word. Instead he simply butted his head
against my leg and rubbed his body along me. His tail brushed across my belly
as he continued past me and headed to the forest.
I
spun just in time to see Balam vanish into the foliage. There was no use in calling
him back. He would wander in the forests and jungles until he decided to
return. When that would be, I couldn’t say.
I
turned back toward tending to the flowers. Spring in the mortals’ realm was my
fondest season. It was, after all, the beginning of seasons in which I spent
the most time with Kinich.
I
pulled my hair to one side and wove it into a braid over my shoulder. My touch
prompted tiny purple flowers to blossom in my hair. They were Kinich’s favorite
color to see paired beside my skin.
My
father knew not of our romance, though it could not be deemed a surprise. I was
the tender of flowers and trees for the mortals, and Kinich…
I
paused beside a struggling rose bush as the sun warmed my shoulders. My smile
widened, and the grass, which I had raised from seedlings, flourished into
thick, green blades.
A
beam of light focused on the bush beside me. The branches bloomed with wild
rosebuds.
I
stooped beside the flowers and touched their silken petals. They were so
lovely.
The
sound of light footsteps caught my attention. The warmth of the sun intensified
on my back. I took one last moment to admire the blooms before I stood and
turned to see Kinich standing behind me—golden hair, and eyes that beamed with
shades of orange and yellow.
He
smiled.
My
heart jumped.
His
gaze wandered to the rose bush. “Your flowers no longer struggle for life.”
I
arched my brow and strode toward him. “And you believe you are responsible for
giving them life?”
“Perhaps.”
He reached out and twisted my braid around his fingers. “Without my light and
warmth your flowers would not bloom.” He allowed my braid to slip out of his
gentle grasp.
I
tiptoed around him. “And without my touch, the light which you provide would
have nothing to nurture.” I walked past him and gave him my back.
“Then
I suppose we need each other.” His hands rested on my hips and then rounded my
waist. Kinich pulled my back against his chest. My eyes fluttered shut.
His
lips grazed the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “I have no
shame in admitting I need you.” He pressed a kiss on my shoulder.
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Author Bios:
Brinda Berry:
Brinda
Berry lives in the southern US with her family and two spunky cairn terriers.
She's terribly fond of chocolate, coffee, and books that take her away from
reality. She doesn't mind being called a geek or “crazy dog lady”. When
she's not working the day job or writing a novel, she's guilty of surfing the
internet for no good
Find
Brinda at www.brindaberry.com .
Karen Y. Bynum:
Dragons,
unicorns, genies…oh my! NA/YA author, coffee-lover, olive-hater, tea-drinker,
music-listener. Random becomes me. Easily distrac— Blog
Laura Diamond:
Laura
Diamond is a board certified psychiatrist and multi-published author of all
things young adult paranormal, dystopian, and horror. When she’s not writing,
she is working at the hospital, blogging at Author
Laura Diamond--Lucid Dreamer,
and renovating her 225+ year old fixer-upper mansion.
Jayne A. Knolls:
Jayne
A. Knolls lives and works in New York City. The Maker is her first
published work of New Adult Fiction. Jayne can reached at JAKnolls@optonline.net
Theresa DaLayne:
My name is Theresa DaLayne and I’m a new adult
author with Bloomsbury Spark, an amazing digital imprint of Bloomsbury
publishing. Website
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