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Friday, February 10, 2012

Winter Blog Festival. Jean Adams' ETERNAL HEARTS.

Welcome to A Writer’s Mind’s, .99 CENTS EBOOK WINTER BLOG FESTIVAL. For those of you unfamiliar, this event is all about letting you know about some fantastic and very affordable books. Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over author Jean Adams.

Award-winning romance author, Jean Adams, wanted to be the next Agatha Christie but it didn't quite work out that way. She was introduced to romance and it was love at first read. Now she is addicted to storytelling. Ancient Egypt is her passion, running a close second to writing. What better solution than to join the two. She is working on a historical trilogy set during those times, a good excuse for more research.

Jean has another novel in this festival. Set in Cornwall, renowned for its storytellers, it's about one woman's search for a myth. She spent her formative years in Cornwall among the stories and legends of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table.

She likes dark, mysterious heroes and strong heroines, who are their perfect match. They are soul mates, and their love for each the goes soul deep.

Jean is the founder of Romance Writers of New Zealand.

ETERNAL HEARTS - ancient Egyptian time travel


She found the love of her life, 3000 years too late.

When Alexandra Kelly returns a broad collar to Egypt she is swept through a time portal into a breathtaking, yet terrifying journey to a land of majesty and splendour, the land of the pharaohs.

Death is Lord Khafra’s fate if he embarks upon his dangerous quest. Can Alex’s arrival disrupt his plans and save him from his fiery date with death?

Together they find love and face terrible danger and hardship but the sexy charioteer could make any woman believe the gods were smiling on her.

But at the next full moon Alex must leave Egypt to return to the 21st century and Khafra will have been dead for many centuries.


Why was he looking at her as though he wanted to ravish her where she stood? No, she didn’t want to think about that. He was a large man and judging by those thick muscles, very strong. And what gave men the right to such sinfully long eyelashes? She gathered her wandering thoughts. “I know this is a joke, even though I don’t understand it, but it’s starting to wear thin. Please, tell me where I am.”

“You are in Kemet, in Egypt. And this is my home.

”She wanted to scream. “I know I’m in Egypt! I flew in yesterday.” Her voice rose in frustration. Couldn’t he stop teasing? Her head hurt too much for stupid games.

He shifted and she wondered what was on his mind. Calm down, Alex. Don’t antagonize him. You don’t know what he’s capable of.

Drawing in a long, deep breath she counted to three and began again. “Okay. If you want to play games, I have some questions.”

He sat up and the towel slipped further exposing a longer length of perfectly muscled thigh, which he made no attempt to cover. “I’m sure you will have many.”

That was something anyway. Maybe he was ready to cooperate. She dragged her gaze back to his face and drew in a deep breath. “What dynasty am I—? What dynasty did I land in?”

“Dynasty?” He frowned and offered her that knockout smile again. “Ah, of course. This is how the years come to be known to you. Do you mean in whose reign are we?”

Deep breath, Alex. “Whatever. In whose reign are we?”

“Amunhotep the Fourth, may he live forever.” He placed his hand over his heart. “It is the fifth year of his reign.”

Her mouth fell open. Now she knew for certain this was a joke. “You’re kidding, right?”

Dark eyebrows lifted in question. “Kidding?”

She blew out an angry breath. “Playing me for a fool.”

His broad shoulders lifted in a casual shrug and he moved his leg one more time. Luckily the towel didn’t move with it. “Why would I do this?”

Amunhotep IV, who had changed his name to Akhenaten, just happened to be the husband of Nefertiti. It was a coincidence Alex couldn’t overlook. But her mind started wandering down a new track. Maybe this is a ransom attempt.

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In the ancient Celtic land of Cornwall, she searched for a myth--and found truth. To prove she’s got what it takes to make it in the male-dominated world of wildlife photography, Emma sets herself an impossible task--to find the Beast of Bodmin Moor. She travels from the New World to her mother’s ancient Celtic land of Cornwall determined to prove that the fabled creature exists and to be the only one to capture it on film.

He came out of the mist…Seth Trevelyan wants to be left alone to get on with his life’s work. He’s also on a one-man crusade--to save the life of the black leopard, known as the Beast of Bodmin Moor. When, he finds a damsel in distress, like a knight of old he gives her sanctuary, placing the leopard and his heart, in danger.


In the utter silence of the moorland night, another sound caught her attention; the very familiar sound of Seth’s voice. Since no others came back in reply, she deduced he must be talking on his mobile phone, or to himself. She couldn’t hear the words, but they sounded soft, coaxing. Almost like a lover.

By the time Emma reached the window Seth had stopped talking…

Then she saw it. Sleek and black, its coat bore an eerie silvery sheen in the moonlight. She gasped and felt her eyes physically widen.

A black leopard.

Of course! The sawing sound was one of the noises leopards made.

Fighting the effects of the tablets, she glanced quickly across to the nightstand where her camera lay. It was too far to stretch. Besides it was still empty. By the time she’d hobbled over there, reloaded and got back, the creature would be gone.

It was so beautiful she wanted to cry. All muscle and sinew, it was terrifying in its raw power. Blinking rapidly, Emma cleared the lump in her throat and gave the creature a watery smile. Then the animal slipped into the shadows and was gone, back to the moor. Even the drugs making her drowsy couldn’t temper her excitement. It was real; she had seen it.

Seth was down there! Shaking her head, Emma tried to clear the gathering fog. Hadn’t he seen the leopard? If he had, all hell would have broken loose. The animal was probably looking for food.

What if they came face to face? It could attack him and she would be useless to help him on these crutches, a leg that wouldn’t support her and a mind muddled by drugs.

Although barely able to stay awake, Emma forced herself to scan the shadows one more time, hoping for another glimpse of the panther, but she knew it had gone. A sudden shiver made her realize how low the temperature had dropped. She closed the window and made her way back to bed.

Just before sleep claimed her, Emma smiled into the darkness. What she’d seen tonight was no figment of an overactive imagination. Even though the pills had worked quickly, her drugged brain knew one truth.

Tonight, she had seen the Beast of Bodmin Moor.

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