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Two shamed souls, a mutual enemy and an attraction they can’t control… Rand: Son of Tallav
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Shane: Marshal of Tallav On Sale for $1.99 – Trailer & Excerpt

Two shamed souls, a mutual enemy and an attraction they can’t control… Rand: Son of Tallav

Ever think you’d fall in love with a sexual sadist. Me neither. Until Rand. His brief appearances in earlier Sons of Tallav books really didn’t get to the core of what makes him tick. This book takes you into the dark depths of his heart and mind. He’ll make you sad. He’ll make you angry. He’ll make you fall in love as he struggles to do the right thing.

Rand: Son of Tallav
By Cailin Briste

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Two shamed souls, a mutual enemy and an attraction they can’t control…

Randolph Meryon is a man no woman can resist despite the whip he brandishes. Compelled to return home after his sister’s death, he struggles to fit new responsibilities into the hedonistic lifestyle he prefers to live. It’s a task he finds difficult enough without adding in the tangle of unanswered questions his sister has left behind and the sugar-cookie sweet nanny caring for his niece. He hasn’t had a taste of sweet in a very long time.

Jen O’Malley, shunned by her family, struggles to find work without their backing, meeting barriers wherever she turns. A position as nanny with the scandal-riddled Meryons seems like a lifeline. She’s relieved until she arrives and becomes enmeshed in a web of intrigue, unable to discern the identity of the spider at the center.


Briarcliff, Tallav

The slender slice of moon did little to light the edge of the cliff, over which the desperate bleating of a lamb sounded. Rhiannon, Tallav’s second moon, had yet to rise and brighten the night sky. Why the gardener’s boy sought Penny out on the patio rather than running to get the overseer, she didn’t question. He was a child and probably ran for the nearest adult. Peering over, she could make out a patch of dirty white caught in a bush. At least the lamb had slid into the branches, it’s fall blocked from the vertical plunge of the cliff to the river below.

How had it gotten here? The early lambs weren’t old enough to be out of the lambing shed, which was nowhere near the cliff. She slid carefully down the slight grade of the rim and tried to calm the animal while she waited for help to arrive. She’d sent the boy on to the overseer with a request to bring rope.

Careful to stay out of range of the lamb’s thrashing, she spoke to it in gentle, crooning tones. The animal quieted, no longer flailing but still bleating plaintively. The creamy tan color of the lamb’s body was more difficult to see in the dark, but the face, white with black speckles, stood out. To her horror, she noticed one of those dark marks was in the shape of a heart. This was the orphan lamb the overseer had allowed Sophie to help feed. That lamb was bedded down every night by the overseer himself in the enclosure built next to his office in the main barn. Someone had to have brought this lamb out here. She’d damn well find out as soon as she rescued it from its precarious predicament.

Above her, loose rock skittered with the sound of someone descending. She tipped her head back and shouted, “Don’t come down. Just drop the end of the rope.”

“We won’t need a rope.”

The low, throaty words confused her. That wasn’t the overseer. She lost sight of the darkened form above her when she sat up to roll over on the clumps of rock and grass beneath her to get a better look. A solid thud struck her back, sending pain lancing along her spine and around her rib cage. The lamb renewed its thrashing when she slid into it, knocking it backward. Squealing in terror, it tumbled out of view.

Heart pumping, Penny windmilled in a futile attempt to keep from falling forward. She straddled the bush with her legs, the sharp ends of broken stems lacerating her exposed face and hands, snagging in the long-sleeved pajamas she wore. For an instant, her momentum stopped. In desperation she clamped her fists onto the bush’s base, ignoring the sting of abrasions.

A second strike from her assailant’s booted foot hit her high to one side of her backbone.

Something snapped inside.

Pain flooded her shoulder.

Jarred forward, she began a slow-motion tumble headfirst over the bush.

Fingers and palms tore while branches slid through her grasp until the strain on her good shoulder from the somersault forced her to let go.

Oh God. I’m falling. Sophie. Oh God. I can’t die and leave Sophie.

Her temple struck a jutting rock, and darkness claimed her.

Above, a figure scrambled to the top of the cliff, humming a cheery tune. The wordless melody stopped at the sound of someone rushing toward the precipice. By the time the overseer arrived, the spot was empty. No lamb. No Penny. Just moonlight casting the side of the cliff in shadow in the waning heat from a late summer day. With an exclamation of frustration and an oath that he’d see to that boy for pulling pranks, the overseer left.

It wasn’t until the next day, when no one could find Penny, that the overseer mentioned his fruitless trip to the cliff edge. Her body lay on the rocks, half in and half out of the river. Officially she was a casualty of misadventure.

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All About the Books Facebook Hop – #prizes

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With everything that has been going on in the publishing world we want to have a chance to share our work with you!

My Giveaway
Prize #1 eBook copies of Shane: Marshal of Tallav and Maon: Marshal of Tallav.
Prize #2 a $10 Amazon gift card.

NOTE: I’m currently running a Kindle Fire 7 Giveaway on my page. When I reach 1500 followers, I’ll draw the name of one follower to win the Kindle.

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The Finale Giveaway will be posted on the last participants page.

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Shane: Marshal of Tallav On Sale for $1.99 – Trailer & Excerpt

Shane: Marshal of Tallav

By Cailin Briste

On Sale for $1.99 – lowest price ever!
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Can’t a guy get a break?

Shane Tiernan, the Beast of Tallavan aristocratic society, needs relief from the matriarchal rules that are destroying his life. His hope lies in a female submissive, newly graduated from a top sex school. From her resume, she seems perfect. But profile and real life collide when he arrives to collect her.

He’s stunned when he spots her vaulting over a bar and snatching up an ice chipper to defend herself against the giant who is chasing her. Her combination of warrior spirit and long-limbed curves fires his Dom imagination and the desire to bind her in his rope and have her under his complete control.

Adrianna Pacquin is sexually submissive, but don’t cross her outside the bedroom. She escaped the crime lord who plans to marry her once before. When it becomes clear he’s still after her, she doesn’t intend to get caught.

A fortuitous decision to accept the contract of Tallavan Marshal Shane Tiernan promises safety until an attempt to murder him sets the pair on an investigation that will require complete trust in one another. With danger stalking their every step, the secrets they both hide could implode their blooming relationship and leave them exposed to their relentless foe.

When Shane entered the bedroom, he stopped midstride, allowing himself to bask in the pleasure of the sight of Adrianna, fully submitted and waiting for him.

“Stand, Adrianna.”

With fluid grace she rose, long limbs straightening until she stood with the elegance of a marble caryatid. She was no stone column, but a living, breathing woman, a maiden to whom he would demonstrate the surging power of a man when he broke through her virginal barrier. A rumbling growl filled his throat while heat flooded through him. Gods, it would be so easy to let his control slip.

Slow down. You’re not some rutting brute. First things first, Tiernan.

His words roughened by desire, he said, “If at any time you need me to stop what I’m doing, you will say the word red. I will not terminate your contract for using your safe word. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

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