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Friday, June 29, 2012
Book Spotlight Friday - Lori Corsentino
In the spotlight this week is Lori Consentino’s
new release Destiny’s Awakening.Check
out Lori’s venture into the world of the Fey.Have added it to my TBB list!
Lori’s love of reading has transcended to
include penning her own tales of romance. She is experimenting with writing in
several different genres, including paranormal – a definite favorite. “There is
just so much you can do when you step outside the known world,” she explains
“and creating a paranormal story allows you to take yourself and your readers
anywhere your imagination wants to go!”
Destiny's Awakening is Lori's first foray
into the "Tales of the Fey" paranormal romance trilogy. Visit her
website at www.loricorsentino.com and follow her on Twitter @LoriCorsentino and
on Facebook.com/LoriCorsentino. Also check out her blog weekly for a Manic Monday,
Wicked Writer Wednesday, or Favorite Friday entry.
BLURB:Men of the present
weren’t able to hold archaeologist Evelyn Wright’s interest for long. Her
passion lay with discovering the lives, loves, and legacies of men in the past.
Five hundred-year-old Prince
Alexander slumbers alone in an enchanted sleep.Imprisoned by ancient Fey magic to stave off a civil war, he awaits the
woman who is destined to awaken him.
Thrown together by an unseen
force the career-minded modern woman and the aristocratic Fey Prince share a
magical kiss that sparks more than mere romance.
Together they will create a key
to open their hearts to a true love that will thwart the plans of an evil
Wizard and save their worlds.
“What were you doing when I first arrived
here?” Evie again motioned to the podium. “The talking head said you were in
‘The Greatest Sleep’ or something?”
“Yes. In my language, it is called the
Ka’al’inar. The Great Sleep.”
“When did this happen?"
“It was during the tenth phase of the
He said it matter-of-fact. Did he think
everyone in the world knew what a Dragon-tide was?
“Oh, really?” Shrillness crept back in and
leant a sharp edge to Evie’s voice “The tenth phase you say?” At his nod she
continued, “Oh, Okay. It makes sense now.”
“How is it you know of our phases when you
know nothing of my world?” Skepticism colored his words and lent them a
harshness she’d not yet heard.
“Do you have sarcasm in this magical world
“Yes.” His eyes narrowed, showing his
displeasure. “We also have rudeness.”
Fire returned to her cheeks with a molten
rush. She was once again ashamed of her behavior. She was making a habit of
“I’m sorry.” She broke eye contact and
looked down as she apologized. She didn’t know where this inexcusable need to
be such a bitch was coming from. “That was rude of me.”
“Yes, it was.” She looked back up. He
inclined his head, gracious as ever. “I see no reason to admonish you. Apology
Evie really felt like shit now. He was so
noble, so majestic. No wonder he was a Prince.
“Why would you do such a thing to
“What? The Ka’al’inar?”
“Yes. The Call-in-ar.” She angled her head
to the side. “Is that how you say it?”
“Yes.” He approved. “You have very good
pronunciation.” The dimple peeked at her. “You say it almost better than me.”
“Gee, thanks.” Evie wasn’t buying it, yet.
“To save my people.”
He was direct with his answer. Evie bet he
probably hadn’t thought twice about subjecting himself to this greatest sleep
thing. He’d just gone ahead done it. To him, it was the only thing to do.
“They, your people, are pretty important to
you, aren’t they?” Evie couldn’t help the bit of awe which crept in to her
“It is my duty to protect them,” he answered.
“I am the Ruling Prince of Sha’Mir. My life is devoted to my people.”
“Did going in to the sleep hurt?”
“Yes,” he answered. “But not nearly as much
as the tortures I endured at the behest of Claudius.”
Evie smothered a giggle. Did he really just
say behest? No one said behest. She bit the inside of her lip and endured her
humor. He looked at her and raised a questioning eyebrow.
Evie fought to keep to the thread of
conversation. He probably wouldn’t understand her laughing at his use of the
old language. It was actually quite charming. Saying things like behest and
admonish were charming the pants off her.