So, I know you’re anxious to visit Camelot and, hey, why not? As a fun-filled tourist destination, there’s plenty to see and do. But before you pack your bags and grab your passport, here are a few tips to make your vacation a good one:
1. Be careful where you eat. It’s always a good policy when travelling abroad, but especially important if you’re journeying through the Middle Ages. Sure, there are roadside campfires with rustic locals singing songs—that’s all part of the marvelous scenery. However, don’t let them sell you unidentified meat on a stick. It might be troll. Also, don’t take food from anyone with wings. You may end up sweeping floors in a fairy hall for the next hundred years, and no travel insurance in all the known realms covers enchanted abduction.
2. Don’t poke the dragons. Seriously, don’t be an idiot. They breathe fire.
3. Beware the elves. They’re easy to spot, since they look like fashion models with perpetual indigestion. If you’re not sure if that tall someone with glowing eyes and long silver hair is one of the Elven, look around for body servants with flat irons and hair spray. Uh-huh, Elves want you to think that glossy perfection comes naturally, but that rare beauty is an illusion. It’s how they impress people into parting with their gold. If an Elf asks you to invest in a magic forest, just say no. Those golden trees will vanish with the dawn, right along with your wallet.
4. Be careful whom you call “wench,” especially if she’s holding a sword.
5. Fun means different things when you’re wearing chain mail. Like, decapitation is a perfectly acceptable consequence of playing the game. Read the fine print before you sign that waiver.
6. Check with your host before enacting magic spells. It’s not only a matter of courtesy, but also safety. For the comfort of your fellow guests, summon demons only within the designated zones.
7. Most important of all, just say no to love potions. Look what happened to Merlin. If you don’t know the story, read Enchanter Redeemed!
Enchanter Redeemed by Sharon Ashwood
Camelot Reborn series
Book 1 - Enchanted Warrior
Book 2 – Enchanted Guardian
Book 3 – Royal Enchantment
Book 4 – Enchanter Redeemed
Ancient magic and new passion…
In the last battle for Camelot, Merlin had to make a terrible choice. Now he must pay the price. When a demon from his past reappears, she wants nothing more than to destroy the wizard. Now to reap her vengeance as a lover scorned, the demon occupies the body of Clary—the apprentice who is capturing his heart—and has the innocent behaving in uncharacteristic ways. Ways that push the forbidden desire Clary and Merlin share into heated play…
Clary jolted awake. Power surged through her body, painful and suffocating. Her spine arched into it—or maybe away from it, she wasn’t sure. Merlin had one hand on her side and the other on her chest, using his magic like a defibrillator. The sensation hammered her from the inside while every hair on her body stood straight up. When he released her, she sagged in relief. A drifting sensation took over, as if she were a feather in an updraft.
Merlin’s fingers went to her neck, checking for a pulse. His hands were hot from working spells, the touch firm yet gentle. In her weakened state, Clary shivered slightly, wanting to bare her throat in surrender. She was a sucker for dark, broody masculinity and he projected it like a beacon. All the same, Clary sucked in a breath before he got any big ideas about mouth-to-mouth. If Merlin was going to kiss her, she wanted wine and soft music, not blood and the dirty workshop floor.
Another bolt of power, more pain, another pulse check. Clary managed a moan, and she heard the sharp intake of Merlin’s breath. His hand withdrew from her pulse point as she forced her eyes open. He was staring down at her with his peculiar amber eyes, dark brows furrowed in concern. She was used to him prickly, arrogant or sarcastic, but not this. She’d never seen that oddly vulnerable expression before—but it quickly fled as their gazes met.
“You’re alive.” He said it like a fact, any softness gone.
“Yup.” Clary pushed herself up on her elbows. She hurt all over. “What was that?”
“I got that much.” Clary held up her arm, peering through the rents in her jacket where the demon’s claws had slashed. Merlin’s zap of power had stopped the bleeding, but the deep scratches were red, puffy and hurt like blazes.
“Demon claws are toxic.”
“Got that, too.”
“I can put a salve on the wound, but you’d be smart to have Tamsin look at it,” Merlin said. “Your sister is a better healer than I am.”
“She’s better than anybody.” Clary said it with the automatic loyalty of a little sister, but it was true. “She’s got a better bedside manner, too.”
Merlin raised a brow, his natural arrogance back in place. “Just be glad you’re alive.”
She studied Merlin, acutely aware of how much magic he’d used to shut the demon down. He looked like a man in his early thirties, but there was no telling how old he actually was. He was lean-faced with permanent stubble and dark hair that curled at his collar. At first glance, he looked like a radical arts professor or dot-com squillionaire contemplating his next disruptive innovation. It took a second look to notice the muscular physique hidden by the comfortable clothes. Merlin had a way of sliding under most radars, but Clary never underestimated the power he could pluck out of thin air. She was witch born, a member of the Shadowring Coven, but he was light years beyond their strongest warlocks.
That strength was like catnip to her—although she’d never, ever admit that out loud. “What were you doing?” she demanded, struggling the rest of the way to a sitting position.
“I was watching the demons through a scrying portal when you interrupted me.” His tone was precise and growing colder with every syllable. Now that the crisis was over, he was getting angry.
“The she-demon tried to kill me.” Clary’s insides hollowed as the words sank home. Dear goddess, she did kill me! And Merlin had brought her back before a second had passed—but it had happened. Her witch’s senses had felt it happen. The realization left her light-headed.
“She doesn’t get to have you,” he said in a low voice.
Their gazes locked, and something twisted in Clary’s chest. She’d been hurt on Merlin’s watch, and he was furious. No, what she saw in his eyes was more than icy anger. It was a heated, primal possessiveness that came from a far different Merlin than she knew. Clary’s breath stopped. Surely she was misreading the situation. Death and zapping had scrambled her thoughts.
“I shouldn’t have walked in on you.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” he said in a voice filled with the same mix of ice and fire. “You’d be a better student of magic if you paid attention. You asked me to teach you proper magic and not the baby food the covens use. Real magic is deadly.”
Abruptly, he stood and crossed the room to kick a shard of agate against the wall. It bounced with a savage clatter. Clary got to her feet, her knees wobbling. He spun and stormed back to her in one motion, moving so fast she barely knew what was happening.
He took her by the shoulders, the grip rough. “Don’t ever do that again!”
And then his mouth crushed hers in a hard, angry kiss. Clary gasped in surprise, but there was no air, only him, and only his need. She rose slowly onto her toes, the gesture both surrender and a desire to hold her own. She’d been kissed many times before, but never consumed this way. His lips were greedy and hot with that same confusing array of emotions she’d seen a moment ago. Anger. Fear. Possession. Protectiveness.
Volatile. That was the word she’d so often used in her own head when thinking about him. Volatile, though he kept himself on a very short chain. Right now that chain had slipped.
For the first two chapters, click here: http://www.rowanartistry.com/book/enchanter-redeemed/
Sharon Ashwood is a free-lance journalist, 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 fantasy would never work out, so she writes paranormal romances instead.
Sharon lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.
Leave a comment telling me about your favorite fairy tale and you’ll be entered to win a signed paperback of the first book of the series, Enchanted Warrior. International entries welcome.
Welcome, Sharon. Thanks for the fun post and excerpt! I love humor with time travel. And I've never thought about Merlin as a romantic hero, but now I am! :-) Best of luck with the book and series,
Sounds like a fun book! Good luck with sales.
Love your post. Poking dragons now off my list of things to do! good luck with the book.
Welcome. Thanks for sharing and best of luck with sales.
How fun. And do stay away from dragons for we are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. Yes, I have the tee-shirt.
Sharon, your imagination knows no bounds...thanks for the wild read this morning. When I go to Starbucks this a.m., I'll keep my eye out for elves...in fact, as I think of it one of the baristas has that look! Thanks for joining us today.
Welcome, Sharon. Fun post. Sounds like my kind of book. Good luck!
Ha, what a fun post! I will be sure to tuck your list in my breastplate for future Camelot trips. Loved the excerpt!
Thank you all! I've been slow to leave a comment here due to technical difficulties, but I've really appreciated everyone's kind words. I'm going to choose a winner February 7 (next Wednesday) to allow a week for entries.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!
Diane Burton, you are the winner of the book. You can contact Sharon at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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