Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Bewitching Book tours: Guest author Mysti Parker Giveaway!


The Reality of Love 
                First of all, a big thanks to Laurie for having me on this beautiful blog today! I hope you’ll all enjoy my post.
                I love reading (and writing) romance. It’s a beautiful thing to journey with characters who face tremendous obstacles and finally end up in each other’s arms. But, sometimes I wonder what happens after the happy ever after ending of a romance novel. The perfect couple rides away into the sunset…but then what? Do they get married? Have kids? Is life really happy ever after for them? 
                Yesterday (May 17) was my fourteenth wedding anniversary. I’m married to my high school sweetheart, whom I’ve been with since we were sixteen years old. We’ve been blessed with three wonderful children. Though I’m pretty sure we’re what one would call soul mates, life as a married couple isn’t all hunky-dory. Falling in love was pretty easy, but staying in love takes work. That’s the reality of it, so I can imagine what the fictional couples have to contend with after “THE END”.
                 Let’s make up our own romantic duo. We’ll call them Jake and Judy. In their story, Jake and Judy faced many obstacles on their path to find each other. They survived, and at the end, Jake proposed. Sweet. Now what?
                Skip forward in time. Nine years and three kids later, John and Judy are struggling. That person who made their hearts go pitter-patter at the end of the book has terrible morning breath, is twenty pounds heavier, and their conversations are relegated to the subjects of bills and childcare.
                Is there hope for John and Judy? Does this mean that there is no such thing as true love? Was their falling in love just a temporary loss of sanity? Before you get too depressed, let’s consult a few good sources.
                The Bible says many things about love, but one of the most famous is this: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)
                It says LOVE never fails. It’s people who fail at love. Why? Because love is a choice. It’s more than just a feeling. After years of job stress, kids, and financial woes, those feelings can fade. John and Judy have to work to keep their love alive. Let’s see how they can do that.
                “A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.”  ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
                John and Judy need regular date nights. They need a circle of dependable family, friends, or teenagers to leave the kids with and spend some good alone time together. A good dinner, movie, and uninterrupted time to talk can do wonders. Not to mention surprising each other with those little gestures they used to do while actually dating. The more often they do these things, the more they will see that person they fell in love with.
                “A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.” ~ Rupert Brooke
                Physical intimacy is very necessary, and not just the sexual kind. John and Judy need to hold hands, kiss often, hug even more often, and sit beside each other whenever possible. Even when they’re with their children, they can do these things, which says “I love you” without words. It’s a good example for their kids as well—to see how a healthy marriage works.
                “The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” ~ Audrey Hepburn
                John and Judy meant their vows; to hold onto each other until death do they part, for better, for worse, in sickness, and in health. To keep their love alive, they need to be their partner’s biggest fan, even in the challenging times. They need to encourage each other, to support their partner’s passions, and to never turn and run when life throws a wrench in the marriage.
                In my case, fourteen years of marriage hasn’t always been smooth sailing. But, my husband and I are committed to each other and our family. We were out the other day with our kids for lunch at Olive Garden. An elderly couple walked in. The husband helped his frail wife walk to the table, held to her while she scooted into the booth, and patiently did the same thing when they left. My husband looked at me and said, “Now, that’s love.” He couldn’t have been more right.

                Q & A time: What are some ways you show love to your significant other? What gestures from your sweetie make your heart go pitter-patter like it did when you first met?

 A Ranger’s Tale by Mysti Parker

Official blurb from back cover:
Set in the fantasy world of Tallenmere, the high elf Caliphany Aranea longs to explore the world and escape from her controlling father. Her dreams are fulfilled when she meets ranger and ship captain Galadin Trudeaux. But, when secrets from the past bring tragedy to those she loves, Caliphany must fight to hold on to the life she's always wanted.
Buy link for A Ranger’s Tale at Melange Books: http://www.melange-books.com/authors/mystiparker/parkerarangerstale.html
Buy link for A Ranger’s Tale at All Romance eBooks:  http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-aranger039stale-511665-143.html

Longer version:
In the fantasy world of Tallenmere, the high elf, Caliphany Aranea, nearly a century old, has never been allowed to travel farther than a few miles out of the capital city of Leogard. Her father, Sirius, leads the Mage Academy, and after losing his only son, he expects Caliphany to take his place one day. The trouble is, she doesn't want to study magic and doubts she'll ever be as good a wizard as her father. She dreams of leaving Leogard to explore the world and strike out on her own--lofty goals for Sirius' daughter, who also happens to be King Leopold's niece.
When two brutes at Leogard Harbor attempt to kidnap her while she dreams of faraway lands, half-elf ship captain and ranger, Galadin Trudeaux, comes to her rescue. From their first chance encounter, to the finale, where Caliphany must decide where her heart truly lies, she and Galadin will face more adventure, more love, more heartache, than they ever thought possible. Through it all, they discover the power of forgiveness and of a love that stands the test of time.





Author Bio:
Mysti Parker is a full-time wife, mom of three, and a writer. Born and raised in Kentucky, writing has always been her first love. After many years of pursuing other things, she began her writing career in earnest in 2009. Look for more romantic tales from her fantasy world of Tallenmere, where magic, passion, murder, and mayhem are a part of everyday life.
Author page at Melange Books (includes photo, bio, and interview):
Excerpt (Entire Prologue):
Prologue

North Leogard, the Aranea Estate, 15 Xaviel, LV 259 (The 259th year of King Leopold Vaeloria’s reign)

Fresh hay tickles Caliphany’s nose, and she stifles a sneeze. Hide-and-seek is her favorite game, except Aelendyl is allergic to hay, and she knows it. Below the loft, he runs and calls for her. He starts to climb the ladder and breaks into a sneezing fit. Caliphany giggles and picks a ladybug off her pointed ear. She watches it crawl along her finger and catches her breath when it opens its wings and flies away.
 “Come on, Caliphany, I know you’re up there!”
A spark of fire springs to life in Caliphany’s hand. She knows she shouldn’t, but Aelendyl’s been making her play Mage Academy for three hours. If he wants to see magic, she’ll show him magic. She crawls to the edge of the loft and peeks over. Aelendyl’s headed for the stable door. She flicks the flame down toward him, and it lands at his feet with a loud pop.
He screams, “I’m telling!” Then, he runs from the stable.
“No. Please!” Caliphany hurries down the ladder, but trips on the hem of her dress. She lands with a thud on the dirt floor. A spark flies from her hand when she lands, straight into the dry hay at the rear of the stable.
The fire spreads like a plague, and smoke fills the stable. Coughing, she hurries to the stalls, opens them, and shoos their three horses out. By the time she escapes, flames have engulfed the structure, and the heat has scorched her skin like a too-hot bath. Her mother, father, and Aelendyl come running from the manor.
Father’s voice booms, “Caliphany! What have you done?”
Mother rushes to her side. “Oh, my darling, are you hurt?”
“We were playing hide-and-seek. I just…I’m sorry!”
She looks at the little high-elf boy. He trembles and rubs his nose on his sleeve. Her parents keep talking of their future marriage. She’d sooner marry a goat, but she never wanted to hurt him.
Father grabs her by the shoulder. “You could have killed Aelendyl, or our horses, or yourself. Stand back!”
The great wizard lifts his hands, chants a familiar spell, and the wind whips above the stable, spinning the fire into a cyclone. A dark gray cloud materializes, heavy laden with rain. One more chant, and the cloud releases its torrent over the inferno. A few minutes later, the burned-out shell of the stable smolders in front of them.
Aelendyl nods and bows to them. “I should go home now.”
When he leaves, father bends toward Caliphany. “Your behavior was inexcusable.” He yanks Caliphany up, tucks her under his arm, and heads for the manor. She screams and kicks.
Mother runs behind them. “Sirius, what are you doing?”
“We’ve coddled her too long, Ellawen. It’s time she learns her place before we lose another child.”
Inside the manor, he puts Caliphany down, grasps her arm, and drags her downstairs. He opens a storage room door. She wails and pulls against him, nearly knocking them both down. With one last burst of strength and a blast of wind from his wizard hands, Father hurls her into the small room, and shuts the door.
The wooden bar slams down, the sound of it sealing her fate. She runs to the door, pounds on it, tiptoes to peek out the window.
Father turns Mother around leads her up the stairs. “Stop crying. I won’t leave her in there forever.”
Caliphany turns, rubs her arms, slides down the door. Lamplight from the hallway makes flickering shadows in the room. Behind the crates, jars, bags, and stored furniture, she imagines ghosts lurking, hairy spiders, and unimaginable things with mouths watering at the thought of feasting on her flesh. She buries her face in her hands and cries, wishing she had never been born.
* * * *
The Southern Sea, 23 Kersh, LV 312

Sunset transforms the plain gray vessel into an amber dream ship. Innessa lies to the north, Tyronia to the south, and the Trudeaux family sails southeast toward Tilliya Island. Young Galadin can almost taste the stone-baked fish and evynfruit pie—Yura Juntay’s specialty. He’s not seen them for a year or more and can’t wait to arrive on the island to hear Keevo play his lute as they eat, and go spear-fishing with Kando.
He tugs at his mother’s skirt. “When will we get there?”
Mama smiles down at him and ruffles his hair. She is the most beautiful woman Galadin has ever seen—a high elf, with long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and freckles on her nose from her time on the sea with his father.
She laughs a sound he’s sure only angels can make. “Soon, my darling, by morning.”
“Where are Bob and Shyler?”
“They are taking a shore leave. I’m sure they will be with us next trip.”
Galadin frowns. He’s come to love young Bob and Shyler, barely more than boys themselves. The other crewmen brush him off, but when he grows bored, the two young men sometimes play checkers or pretend to be pirates with him.
Papa walks by and pinches his cheek. “Quit pestering your mother and get ready for bed. You’ll be fishing with Kando before you know it.”
Galadin chases after Papa, a human man with curly brown hair and a kind-hearted smile. He knows his mother will outlive his father by centuries, but even at his young age, he senses a love between them that defies the boundaries of time.
He reaches Papa and pummels his back in a mock attack. Papa feigns injury and falls to the deck. Galadin is quick to pounce, but is soon pinned down and tickled until he can hardly catch a breath.
Papa pauses just long enough to ask amidst his own laughter, “Do you yield?”
Galadin squeals, “Yes, Papa, I yield!”
“Come on then,” Papa says, offering his hand to help him up. “Off to bed.”
They stand, still smiling and breathless from their tickle match. Smiles are lost when the sun’s last rays are blacked out. A dark form has suddenly appeared on the sea right beside their ship. Mama screams.
It happens in a blur. Papa throws Galadin and his mother into the cabin, tells them not to come out no matter what. They crouch behind the bed, but the screams and shouts and flashes of fire grow so loud, Mama begins to cry. He cries too, and clings to her tightly. The door bursts open, she screams, and shoves him under the bed. He crawls on his belly just far enough to see.
Mama’s feet are planted firmly in front of him. She begs the pirates to take whatever they want and leave them alone.
Galadin hears a horrible laugh. It will haunt his dreams for the rest of his life. The man’s feet step forward and Mama stumbles. He pushes her down on the bed.
“Quit yer fightin’, and do what you women do best. Lie there and take it!”
She kicks him away, gets to her feet again. “Never! I’ll die first.”
“Have it your way.”
The next sound reminds Galadin of his father splitting logs back at their cottage in Wildewood. And then he sees Mama’s eyes once more, as her limp body and severed head drop to the floor in different directions. Her lips are moving as if she’s trying to comfort him with silent words. Her blue eyes lock on his and her blood runs under the bed until it coats his arms and chest.
He reaches out a helpless hand. “No!”
The pirates rip him from under the bed, drag him out, and throw him on their ship. He looks up to see his father’s ship in flames and Papa’s body tied high to the mast. The fire has reached his legs, and he’s screaming like nothing Galadin’s ever heard before. Bile rises in Galadin’s throat, and he hunches over to vomit. A loud crack at the back of his head knocks him flat to the pirate ship’s deck. The last thing he’s aware of is a rancid, metallic smell; a mixture of vomit and his mother’s blood.

Excerpt from Chapter 18:

Galadin
Cali stood and flung her bow over her shoulder.
I waved my hands at her. “Cali, I think you should stay here in the camp.”
“I will do no such thing.”
“The goblins aren’t to be taken lightly. They can swarm on you in an instant.”
“Which is all the more reason I should go along to help.”
There was no arguing with her, not with that stubborn set of her chin and those flashing blue eyes. Damn, she was beautiful when she set her mind to do something.
“All right, then, let’s go, but we have to be careful.”
We climbed the narrow path up the cliff side to the ancient temple. Bastivar was a crumbling, pillared fortress carved into the mountainside in honor of the goddess Innessa. Worshippers had long since vanished, and as long as anyone could remember, the only current inhabitants were goblins.
Hidari mi compli,” we chanted, and sneaked inside. Our eyes adjusted to the dim light in the entryway.
“I’ll draw some of them out,” I whispered. “Stay concealed, and when you see one coming, shoot it.”
Down one corridor, a group of three goblins came toward me. I aimed and shot one, then ran back when the other two charged. Cali’s first arrow barely missed my head, but she got one. I shot the last one as she readied another arrow.
“Nicely done,” I whispered. “Now, we—”
Achoo! Cali couldn’t stop her sneeze in time. She whispered, “I’m sorry.”
A great snarling ensued from within the main corridor. A horde of beady, yellow eyes came toward us.
       “Cali, run!”
She fled, and we ran down the cliff side as fast as we could without falling off. We reached the forest floor, and I looked back. Goblins streamed out of the ruins, so many that some fell off the cliff. There had never been this many before. It must have been a long while since anyone had cleared them out. We sped through the underbrush. Thorns scratched our skin and snagged our leathers, but they were gaining on us.
We reached the main path, and I grabbed Cali. “Give me my father’s sword.”
She unsheathed it and handed it to me. “Galadin, there’s too many. We’ll never fight them off.”
“Conceal yourself and run. Now!”
She clutched my sleeve. “I won’t leave you here!”
For the brief moment while the goblins closed in, I met her panic-stricken eyes. I’d never met a woman I would die for, until then. “Go!”
I pushed her on, and she turned to run. Goblins burst through the bush, and I readied my sword. Right and left, I swung, impaling and kicking them off the blade, chopping off spindly gray limbs, a head when I could aim just right. Piles of jerking bodies began to pile at my feet. The onslaught lessened, but before I could catch my breath, another wave of them burst forth.
One of them latched onto my arm, its jagged teeth sinking in through the leather. I cried out. Then, an arrow sank into its ugly body. Cali had come back, her next arrow nocked and ready. I shook the goblin off my arm. Still, they came, yet another wave.
She threw down her bow and ran to my side. “Galadin, get back!”
“What? No, I told you to run!”
“No time.”
She pulled me back, stepped in front of me, and held out her hands. Blue fire burst from her palms, like flaming blasts of lightning, but continuous, and dreadfully hot. I had to back away from the intensity of the heat. The inferno charred the goblins, turning them from gray, to black, to piles of ashes before my eyes. The fire consumed every bush and weed, everything in its path, until the goblins in the rear decided they were outmatched. Shrieking, they turned and hightailed it back up the cliff and into Bastivar.
Cali stared at her smoking hands. I ran to her, relieved to see that she wasn’t burned. But, she was weakened. I embraced her, letting her catch her breath, her head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers along her braid.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” I said.
She raised her head and peered into my eyes. “I didn’t either.”
Then, our lips met, and nothing else mattered.



  Q & A time: What are some ways you show love to your significant other? What gestures from your sweetie make your heart go pitter-patter like it did when you first met?
Mysti is giveaway an ebook copy of A Ranger's Tale. Answer the question Mysti asked above and please leave you email.

16 comments:

  1. Thanks for having me today!!

    ~Mysti

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  2. Sounds like a really cool story.

    Let's see, well I make him lunch every morning and give him a hug when he needs it. Does that count? hehe :)

    juliecookies(at)gmail.com

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  3. Thanks for sharing Mysti. You do have to work on love...we are going through that stage now. We've been together 7 years now and have a 4 yr old son. Things tend to go to a routine style and not anything like the beginning of a relationship. We have been doing a date night more often and getting a kid sitter. One thing that my husband always says is "did I tell you today that I love you?" I always say yes, but I love to hear it again.
    I'd love a chance to win your book. Please count me in.
    Tanyaw1224(at)yahoo(dot)com

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  4. @Julie--Of course that counts! Not only are you doing something to make his morning easier, but you're saving your family money too!

    @Tanya--I hear ya and that's exactly what you have to do--make time for each other, even in the midst of those child-rearing years. And that's so sweet of your hubby to ask in that way. :)

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  5. Sounds interesting and different. I'll have to find time to read it sometime :)

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  6. Thanks for appearing today.
    I think it is the little things done on a daily basis that keeps the romance and love alive. You can never hear a heartfelt "I love you" too much. Little love notes left in cars to be found in the morning or afternoon after leaving work, a note or card in a briefcase; a nice hug for no reason; a quick shoulder or foot massage. All these things can tell your significant other you treasure them.
    I'd love a chance to win your book. Please count me in too.
    jennifermailcenter@gmail.com

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  7. My boyfriend is absolutely terrified of any type of doctor. Dentists too, so I go with him to every appointment.

    For me he does the dishes, or every once in a while brings me flowers when we haven't had a fight.

    Thank you for the post and the excerpt!

    rootml1 AT hotmail DOT com

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  8. @Danielle--Thanks for stopping by!

    @WildABoutBones--Little things really do add up and are so easy to do on a daily basis. One of our little things is we text or leave notes that say, "SHMILY" (See how much I love you).

    @Meggerfly--You're so sweet to go with him like that. And doing the dishes really counts in my book! ;)

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  9. Your real life love story sounds similar to my own! I started dating my boyfriend when I was 16, and we've been together ever since. He meets me by the back door every morning where we share a goodbye kiss. He makes the computer work with a single push of a button after I've screamed obscenities at it. He opens all those hard-to-open jars for me. I think he's a keeper!

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  10. Hi Mysti! - Thanks for sharing a bit about yourself and for posting that killer excerpt! Loved it. I supposed for me in life and love, its the little things that matter the most. That's my secret anyway! :0)

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  11. Thanks Mina--little things make all the difference. The guy could be a sultan but if he never did the dishes or left us a love note, then what good is all that money?

    Lindsey, I'd say he's a keeper. Might even wanna marry him. Just sayin :)

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  12. Mysti, I love your realistic view on love. Its not always rainbows & butterflies but if its real love, its worth it. The good & bad times make our love stronger, IMO. My boyfriend is wonderful. He visits my grandma in the nursing home during the week when I can't because of my restrictive work schedule (I work night shift). He makes music Cd's for her & takes her her favorite sweets. He does all that because I want to & can't. I wake him every morning for work with a kiss & then make him lunch with little love notes inside. I watch shows I HATE just to spend time with him :) That's love...he watches stupid shows sometimes! Lol

    BTW, I love the name Caliphany. How did you come up with it?

    redzsm@yahoo.com

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  13. Thank you Red :) Your boyfriend is definitely a keeper. What a beautiful way to express his love to you. And I know what you mean about the TV watching. We have to watch Man TV sometimes--cars and tools and lots of flashing lights :)

    For my heroine's name, I love the way Caliphany rolls off my tongue. I sort of just came up with her name and then everyone else's. High elves like Cali have more formal sounding names. Half elves like Galadin Trudeaux have half-human, half-elven names. Wood elves like Jayden Ravenwing have names that involve nature in some way.

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  14. Ok... I don't have a significant other now.. (But congrats on your 14 years!) unless you consider my dogs or my son significant others... So... I guess it's just the way they ALWAYS wag their tales when they see me! Makes my heart go pitty pat...
    Your book sounds wonderful. And, what a great interview... I love paranormal romances. Thanks for the giveaway!
    Linda T.
    lindalou(at)cfl(dot)rr(dot)com

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  15. Thank you Lindalou! Our children and pets count too. What are men but big kids anyway? :)

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  16. Congratz to Julie S, who won an e-copy of A Ranger's Tale! Thanks to everyone who commented!

    Have a cup of coffee and grab a good book!

    Mysti

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