#BookBlast ♥ Pride by: Frances Stockton!


They have lived for centuries. An ancient, secretive race of were-panthers faced with near extinction. To assure their survival they must conceal their identities and abilities, while protecting mankind from an unimaginable, primordial evil.

Pride: The Abcynians, Book II

Plagued by headaches and memory loss after a life-threatening injury, Rhiannon has spent years confined behind the walls of a decrepit castle. When a loathsome earl attempts to earn her favor with an extravagant painting, she is inexplicably drawn to its depiction of an ancient, mythical race. Believing the Florentine artist could be the key to unlocking her past, she and her maid escape, hoping to enlist his aid. Upon reaching the Piazza della Signoria months later, she is unaware that the handsomest man amongst the lavish merchants is the one she seeks.
Dante Luciano is considered the most renowned artist of his time. His patrons are wealthy and powerful. His charm and prowess with women legendary. Yet, as the adopted son of the king of his kind, he must guard his secrets. For he possesses the heart and soul of a panthera prince, therefore, able to shift into a lion. Taken by the discovery of a rare Abcynian female nearby, he recognizes her as his destined mate. Discovering Rhiannon is stricken with debilitating pain, he takes her home, providing the remedies, protection, and knowledge she needs to survive.
While she heals, they fall in love, beginning to plan a future together. However, when her memory returns, imminent danger looms. It’ll take all of Dante’s abilities and the Abcynians to save Rhiannon from a vicious, beastly foe.

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About The Author

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My love for storytelling began in kindergarten when I created my first fictional characters. Though I’d given them simple nicknames, I’d convinced my family that Red Henry and Green Henry were identical twin brothers in my elementary school.

They were mischievous, rarely did their homework, had trouble with math and spelling, experienced heartbreaking losses, and yes, they even had girlfriends!

It wasn’t until the Henry twins mysteriously moved to a different state that my family realized that they were entirely fictitious and my mother suggested I write the stories down.

A few years later, I began to write, completing my first manuscript at age thirteen. I confess the heroine was a cross between Nancy Drew and a contemporary Laura Ingalls Wilder, who happened to be dating one of the Hardy Boys. But when I’d written ‘the end’ on the very last page, I’d known I had more stories to tell. Of course life intervened, but whether I was in high school, becoming part of a local theater and dance company, working as a Veterinary Technician, earning a degree in History and Secondary Education, or teaching, I was always writing and reading romances.

Finally, I met and married the love of my life and moved from Maryland to Massachusetts in 2001. Shortly after, I proudly joined Romance Writers of America and the New England Chapter, and I’ve been writing faithfully ever since. I love to hear from readers, connect with me through Facebook, Twitter or by email.

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Fool Me Once…

grudgesI’ve never been one to hold grudges.  First of all, I’d have to be absolutely perfect to hold a grudge for anything minor.  My conscience would have to be free and clear of any mistakes I’d ever made close to the same caliber as the offender.  Mostly it just seems like a total waste of energy.  I think it takes more effort to remain angry at someone than to just let it go and honestly, keeping the person who wronged you the center of your world by focusing on that grudge seems awfully counterproductive.

The best revenge is a life well-lived

Perhaps, I’m just too lazy for the whole snubbing thing, I don’t know.  What I do know, is that I’ve seen lifelong friendships destroyed over grudges that, in my opinion, were a lot like trying someone for murder when all they’d done was steal a candy bar.  Especially, when the person wronged was far from innocent of their share of guilty behavior.   The only thing involved in a grudge is pride and we all know there’s a fine line between being a little proud and cutting your nose off to spite your face.  Things quickly escalate into a giant pissing contest, neither side willing to back down, because no matter what started the problem, it has evolved into a matter of principle.  At least, that is what we tell ourselves to justify our less than dignified behavior.Rottenecards_10064188_s5c2b4swjf

I try to tell my children that it takes more strength to walk away, than to fight.  Of course, parents have been telling their children that for centuries and it takes a lot of hard life lessons to finally figure it out.  Most importantly, I’m trying to teach my kids how best to choose their friends, how to stand up for themselves, and how to completely remove themselves from less than favorable relationships.

I may not hold a grudge, but I will cut all ties to someone who’s wronged me either significantly once, or as a repeated offense.

Fool me once, shame on me.  Fool me twice, Sayōnara!