Guest Post/Virtual Tour with Giveaway ~ The Warrior’s Moon by Jaclyn Hawkes

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Why Are Book Covers So Important

Book covers are incredibly important for the simple reason that if your cover isn’t intriguing enough, people won’t buy your book.  A good book cover can be the catalyst that takes you from no sales to best seller!  It needs to say something about your book in a way that makes people curious.  Your cover has to have the “feel” people are seeking in a story.  That’s why horror stories are different than romance that is different than children’s.  Hard to explain, but since we’re all readers or we wouldn’t be here, we get it.  Don’t we?

Great covers are definitely worth the money!  Happy reading, Jaclyn

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jaclynJaclyn M. Hawkes grew up in Utah with 6 sisters, 4 brothers and any number of pets. (It was never boring!) She got a bachelor’s degree, had a career and traveled extensively before settling down to her life’s work of being the mother of four magnificent and sometimes challenging children. She loves shellfish, the out of doors, the youth and hearing her children laugh. She and her fine husband, their family, and their sometimes very large pets, now live in a mountain valley in northern Utah, where it smells like heaven and kids still move sprinkler pipe.

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warriorFile Size: 977 KB
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Publisher: Spirit Dance Books LLC; 1 edition (November 15, 2013)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Genre: Medieval Historical Romance
ASIN: B00GPT0OBU
Buy: Kindle

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Never in all the kingdom has there been a more brave and protective champion. Nor such a loyal and capable maiden. And they loved each other desperately.

But is their love strong enough to withstand all their dark age holds—danger, feudalism, disease, and unfair oppression?

Yes, they truly loved each other desperately.

They loved their kingdom more.

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Excerpt ~ 

Sometimes Tristan and Chantaya came to Sir Mordecai’s with Peyton.  She always brought her honey cakes or some good thing to give and true to form, she was always right in the middle of whatever Mordecai and Peyton were doing at the time, even though Tristan was often bored of it all.  It never even entered Chantaya’s mind that a female shouldn’t necessarily know how to wield a sword or shoot a bow.  And, although at first Mordecai was skeptical, he too soon succumbed to Chantaya’s ability to sweet talk anyone into letting her have her way.  ‘Twasn’t long before she could ride Wallace expertly and Mordecai even made a small bow that just fit her to teach her archery and gave her a miniature wooden sword for her twelfth birthday. 

By her thirteenth, she was good enough with them that Tristan didn’t even bother trying to compete with her and Peyton himself was hard put to keep her from stabbing him when they sparred.  And she had learned to handle even Mordecai’s new younger, more spirited horse, Bartok, like she was glued to it.

Age didn’t make Chantaya any less capricious.  She still lived life with an enthusiasm that was at once, entirely endearing and at times entirely dangerous.  One afternoon, she spun while sparring and slipped.  She took a hard enough spill into the dirt of Mordecai’s yard that she gave herself a bloody nose and Mordecai obviously felt horribly guilty. 

Peyton didn’t feel guilty.  He felt like ‘Twas finally time to put his foot down and make her stop playing at being some kind of female Robin Hood, before both of their parents found out and forbade them from seeing Mordecai anymore.  As he stood beside her putting pressure on the cloth that he held to her nose, he began to lecture her about acting more like a lady.  Thinking that it was going remarkably well, he was rudely awakened when she pulled the bloody cloth from her face so she could laugh up at him.

She pushed him away, stood up and picked up her sword.  Peyton began to swear and Mordecai looked from one to the other of them in consternation.  He was even more concerned when Peyton listened for a second as she began to wheedle him, then simply picked her up and swung her over his shoulder and headed for home which only made Chantaya laugh again.    Peyton simply waved at Mordecai and kept trekking into the woods.

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  1. Please note that my GoodReads account is TofuFairy, not the name associated with my Facebook account.  There was nowhere to put this information in the rafflecopter form.

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