Monday, March 14, 2016

Author Spotlight: Enchanted Warrior by Sharon Ashwood

If you've read my Chancellor Fairy Tales series, then you already know I love a good fairy tale. I've also been reading just about every Arthurian thing ever written since I was in high school. I was so excited when I learned my friend Sharon Ashwood had a new series on the market and it was a contemporary romance with King Arthur and his knights...the ultimate folklore/mythology reborn. I don' t have much time to read these days, but I snapped this up right away and wasn't disappointed. If you love King Arthur stories and romance, this is the perfect series. I invited Sharon to stop by my blog this week to talk about her new series. 

An ancient evil rises. An ancient warrior awakens. 

In an age clouded by legend, Gawain was one of King Arthur’s greatest knights. When he awakens centuries after the fall of Camelot, he faces his most daunting quest yet-the search for his missing companions. His hope is that Tamsin Greene, the alluring historian at Medievaland Theme Park, can help him. Then he senses the magic within her… Gawain will now have to trust a witch-and his own heart-to rouse the knights of the Round Table and save humanity from a faery onslaught.

ENCHANTED WARRIOR (Camelot Reborn, Book 1)

By Sharon Ashwood

King Arthur and his knights arrived on my doorstep early on. Their first appearance was in a stack of hand-me-down storybooks, and once they’d moved into my imaginary playland there was no shooing them out the door. Now that I’m a writer, is it any wonder they’ve reappeared in my stories as enchanted knights caught in the modern world? Just imagine a hot-tempered, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome knight was roaming around town, eager to fight or carouse or sweep my heroine off her feet. Welcome to my new series, CAMELOT REBORN.

But how did my imaginary Camelot end up in the here and now?  When I was very young, I visited Worcester Cathedral in England. I remember staring down at the effigies of the knights on their tombs with all the power of a child’s daydreams. I wondered what the knight would do if I had the magic to wake him. What would he think when he sat up and saw the new world? What fabulous adventures would he have?

When I began my new book series, I remembered my knight in his lonely sleep. I imagined the Knights of the Round Table—enchanted into sleeping stone—had been scattered to museums and private collections throughout the United States. The spell they are under will wake them when a great enemy arises—or will it?  What if something has gone terribly wrong? And what if only one knight, Sir Gawain of Lothian, awakes and has to save the day?

Of course, no knight is complete without a lady, and the hero of ENCHANTED WARRIOR needs the help of a thoroughly modern historian named Tamsin Greene. She’s the key to finding the other knights, but she’s also a powerful witch and if there’s one thing that Gawain refuses to trust, it’s sorcery. But he’s not going to get the maid without her magic, and little does Tamsin know that Gawain holds the key to an ancient secret that changes everything she believes about her own past. Stay tuned for the sparks to fly . . .

Short Excerpt:

Huge hands grabbed her from behind, pulling her backward until she collided with a rock-hard chest. Tamsin inhaled, about to scream, but a palm clamped over her mouth. A moment later, the man’s free arm grasped her middle. Tamsin lunged forward, but his grip was an iron bar. Her next move was to kick back, aiming for the man’s knee. She missed, catching only his shin with the soft sole of her boot. He grunted and pulled her against him so tightly she could barely breathe.
“Don’t,” he said, the word clipped and cold.
Tamsin froze, going utterly still. Whoever this was, his psychic shields were so powerful he’d been completely hidden from her scan. After fretting about evil creatures stalking witches, she was too scared to reach for her magic. Every instinct warned her this stranger would not tolerate further defiance. This was a professional. A predator. A true threat. She knew it on a level so primitive it was coded into her DNA.
Her obedience seemed to work, because the hand clamped over her mouth slowly moved away. He tasted of salt, sweat and man. He hadn’t used weapons to overpower her, just brute strength. That show of confidence made him seem all the more deadly.
“You will not cry out.” His words had traces of a brogue—Scottish, perhaps. His deep, masculine voice vibrated through the line where their bodies touched and sank into her bones.
“Please,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want?”
“Turn around.”
The arm locked about her loosened, allowing her to move but not to escape. Tamsin shrank away as far as she could, the heat of his body a sharp contrast to the cool November air.
“Turn,” he repeated. “I want to see your face when I question you.”
Tamsin obeyed, sliding within the circle of his arm. It put their faces barely twelve inches apart, and that was only because he was so tall. Her first instinct was to avoid eye contact, to rebel at least in that small way, but curiosity won. She snatched a glance from under her lashes.
She froze all over again as he nailed her in place with a brilliant blue gaze. He was younger than she’d expected—maybe in his late twenties—and handsome enough that she forgot to breathe. His face had strong bones, the features bold and almost sensual. Heat rose to her cheeks as her insides curled into a protective ball. He was far too magnetic, far too there for comfort.
He studied her face a moment longer, his gaze filled with bold assessment. It finally broke when the corners of his mouth quirked. “You are the historian who is supposed to explain this place to visitors, Tamsin Greene?”

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Author Bio:

Sharon Ashwood is a novelist, desk jockey and enthusiast for the weird and spooky. She has an English literature degree but works as a finance geek. Interests include growing her to-be-read pile and playing with the toy graveyard on her desk. As a vegetarian, she freely admits the whole vampire/werewolf lifestyle would never work out, so she writes her adventures instead.

Sharon is the winner of the RITA® Award for Paranormal Romance. She lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.
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