Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Debbie Peterson and her story Court of the Hawk!
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Debbie is an author of paranormal and fantasy romance because she has a soft spot for fairy tales, the joy of falling in love, making an impossible love possible, and happily ever after endings. She loves music, art, beautiful sunrises, sunsets, and thunder storms.
When she is not busy conjuring her latest novel, Debbie spends time with the members of her very large family within the lovely, arid deserts of southern Nevada. She also pursues her interests in family history, which she also teaches, mythology, and history.
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I asked Debbie Peterson, “What is the best and most rewarding thing you find about being a writer? Want to share what you think is the worst and most frustrating thing you find about being a writer?” and here is the response.
I love being a writer. Pen and paper (or more correctly, my keyboard and word program) give me everything I need to unleash my imagination in the various worlds of make believe and all of the “what if’s” that can keep me entertained for hours on end. For me, that’s one of the most rewarding things about the profession.
I suppose I could elaborate on that a little bit.
You see, during my childhood, I could act out the endless stories I conjured with wild, carefree abandon and no one would raise so much as an eyebrow in return. Today? Not so much. Unless of course, I found a stage, a script, and a director who wouldn’t mind my awful performance. But then I’d be acting out someone else’s stories, not mine. Because of that, I am joyfully compelled to write. So I write.
Now having said that, I also have to tell you the joy wouldn’t be complete without the interactions of my readers who love the story. I still vividly remember the very first email I ever received after the release of my first novel, Spirit of the Rebellion. I couldn’t believe that someone would actually take the time to send me a note and tell me what she thought of the book and how much she enjoyed it. I treasure that email, as I do all of the others that followed. I keep all of them tucked away in a special file. And just so you know? I answer each and every one of them.
The least rewarding thing about being a writer? The marketing of each book I write and all of the hours that go along with it. Now I know that without the marketing, no one would know the book exists. Without the marketing, I wouldn’t find new readers, so I know it’s a thing that must be done. However, I would so much rather be writing. After all, I have so many more stories to tell!
Thanks for inviting me over Jacey! I want you to know that I have thoroughly enjoyed spending time with you and your readers here today!
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Epigraphist Dr. Essie DeSpencer travels to an ancient Welsh castle in order to decipher an Ogham inscription discovered by the handsome and enigmatic, Garreth ap Daffyd. But the journey is not what she expects. She doesn’t plan to fall for the Lord of the castle, or to find herself deeply entrenched in legends, myths, and magic. Real legends, and real magic, that have devastating consequences.
Garreth didn’t plan for Essie to stay any longer than it took her to decipher the pictograph. Instead, he finds himself falling in love for the first time in his very long life. Now the Lord of Llys y Gwalch must find a way to attain the heart of his soul mate and keep her safe from the dangers that threaten them both.
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“How old are you?” She held her breath and waited. In fact, she waited so long she wondered if he’d answer the question at all.
Finally, he dropped his gaze and returned a slow nod. He made the gesture more in response to an inner resignation than directing it toward her. “First, if I might ask, what gave rise to your curiosity?”
She combed the windblown hair away from her face and shrugged. “Does it make any difference as to how you’ll respond?”
He considered that for a time before he spoke. “No, I suppose it doesn’t. Still, I’d like to know.”
“All right, I don’t have a problem giving you the answer.” She cleared her throat. “The quake disturbed several portraits hanging along the hallways. I found one of them on the floor after leaving my room. So, I picked the antiquated thing up with every intention of replacing it, but the subject stole my attention. You see, if asked under oath in a court of law, I would swear you posed for the portrait at least two, maybe even three centuries ago.”
“And you didn’t stop to consider whether or not the man in the painting might be a distant ancestor to whom I bear a great resemblance?” he asked.
She extended a finger to his face, gently traced the scar that did naught but enhance his looks, and shook her head. “Not when the artist painted him with this.”
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Debbie Peterson, thank you for stopping by today!
Love & blessings to all! ❤