LaViolette: Conviction Awakened

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Price: $6.99
ISBN: 1-55410-755-5
Flame Rating: 3 Flames
Pages: 342
Category: Fantasy/Romance
Cover Artist: Martine Jardin
 

 

I Want To Thank:
 extasy books this opportunity,
Martine Jardin for the cover,
my co-author Jen Suits,
my husband for making everything possible, helping me reach my dream and just being my best friend,
those who supported, encouraged and helped,
those who have read, are reading or will soon read this book.

The Story Behind The Story:
 Welcome to the story that came from a game.  The first part titled LaViolette: Conviction Awakened. LaViolette was my fist submission, acceptance and contract.

Thought of and written since October 2003, submitted, accepted and contracted August 2004, edited March 2005, reedited October 2006 and published January 2007, is under going a series of edits to turn up the heat, correct the verbiage and increase the sensuality.

We were a group of bored housewives.  The four husbands were either in Korea, Afghanistan, Louisiana or working too many hours.  We started an RPG and some nut (raising hand) started writing a few of the scenes and then went on to record each game and take the best for this book.  What started out as a short story became a fourteen part series.

Story Meaning:
The LaViolette Series opens on a hillside when Ekaterina and Maxwell meet. From that point, this young woman and extraordinary man discover a reason to live.

Story Introduction:
A cold knight who lost everything in a long ago storm, Maxwell discovers life begins anew and learns through acceptance. A young elf, angry with the world and hateful of men, her heart set on revenge, Ekaterina gains knowledge as she matures through experience. By destiny’s hand, their meeting on a hill changes intended plans as Maxwell and Ekaterina find love is a force to be reckoned with and both realize their reason for living as love takes a hold.

The Hero:
Six foot three, a muscular build and burdened with a painful past, Maxwell is a cavalier with a dark tan complexion, pale violet eyes and shoulder blade length black hair.

The Heroine:
At four foot eleven, petite, her past filled with horror, Ekaterina is a thief-turned-mage with a pale complexion, ice blue eyes and shoulder length black hair.

LaViolette

Special Mention:
 Pete Willis for immeasurable patience, exquisite teaching, remarkable skill and extraordinary talent.
Missy for being the reader who endured all.

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Log Line:
 Conviction requires strength. Strength has many forms. Best to say what you mean and stick to your words.

Sexual Warnings:
This book contains the following sexual activity:
M/F straight sex, M/F oral sex.

 

BLURB

Hard, callous, bold, and strong in every way except the ability to love deeply, Maxwell faces a task. Naďve, innocent, ignorant, and determined to right a wrong committed many years ago, Ekaterina seeks destiny’s intervention.

Painfully hurt, suffering a devastating past, and both with selfish intentions, Maxwell and Ekaterina meet under trying circumstances. Amid a sensuous maelstrom deterring their escape of fate's design, their hearts entangling, their souls entwining, and their worlds mingling, they are swept into a world of myth, magic, and conflict.

Conviction requires commitment as they spiral into a realm where the meek becomes bold, the controlled becomes feral, and the unknown is revealed. Beginning a torrid seduction as the journey unfolds, the heat rises with the scent of her skin and the caress of his hand as their bodies collide in a passion so strong it takes a defiant stand.

 

 

TEASER EXCERPT

Ekaterina stood on the wardrobe side, drew her daggers and flung each blade at an invisible target. Hounded when none stuck, she retrieved the small blades and threw them at the other side. Her actions repetitive, her forefinger and thumb moved farther from the hilt until she gripped the blade’s tip, the edge nestled between thumb and forefinger.

Maxwell climbed into the wagon and scrutinized the previous dagger marks. Seated on the wardrobe side, he observed. Her weapon clattered to the ground. He frowned. With her position so far off, he ascertained her self-taught. “I lied.”

The pommel inadvertently dropped. She flinched when the blade bit the soft skin between thumb and forefinger. With the pain ignored, she adjusted the dagger, flung it then threw another. “You viper.” Weapon clatter earned her scowl. Her jaw clenched, she sailed her third blade. Surprised it stuck, she walked over, scooped up her daggers and flung them toward the corner away from the captain.

He stood. “It’s not as if I can provide for you.”

Ekaterina snatched up her daggers. “You’re in my way.”

“Then leave.” Maxwell granted release days ago.

“No.” Furious the captain even went there, she lobbed the daggers in rapid succession.

He sidestepped the first two weapons then deliberately shifted so the third blade pierced his right bicep. Calculative, he grabbed the dagger hilt, each word enunciated through clenched teeth, “Son of a bitch.”

Fear clutched her very soul. Ekaterina shivered. Fleeing crossed her mind, but fear paralyzed. “They weren’t supposed to hit you.”

For the second time, stunned feminine features attested only his blood flowed at her blade. Slow in every maneuver, Maxwell pulled the unbalanced dagger from his flesh then opened his palm and let it roll off in the same menacing manner. The weapon’s clatter broke the deadly silence. He cupped his hand over his wound and locked her gaze. “What do you expect when you lob three daggers?”

“I went too far. I’ll leave.” Guilt-ridden she hurt the only person who offered kindness without price, she pivoted and stepped toward the tailgate, her heart heavy, her voice soft, “Before you kill me.”

Distraught the elf threw three daggers since he only harmed her when he thought her a possible threat, he worried departure meant absence forevermore. Desperate, he scanned for something to stop her with. Her attention wanted, he snatched the poorly-made bloody dagger from the floor, assessed its balance and launched it. Skill not only sank the blade deep into the wood, but accuracy lodged it directly beside her head. “I did not miss.”

Frozen by the solid thud and his quiet voice, Ekaterina believed his words true, as evidenced by her own dagger when it didn’t pierce her back. Unable to move as the blood, his blood, rolled along the dagger’s edge, dripped from the hilt and landed on the wagon floor, she swallowed. Powerful fear entwined. Skillful accuracy assured running wrong and facing equaled survival. Afraid of a dagger in his hand, she turned. Danger looked back.

Wary, every muscle ready, Maxwell stood statuesque. Anger undeniable, he refused to let her hurt him again.

A piercing violet gaze burned with searing heat and followed her every move across the floor until she stood directly before the captain. “I didn’t think I’d hit you.” She climbed on the box beside him, gently kissed above where his hand protected his injury then moved to his lips, now unresponsive, cold and bitter. Uncertain, she pulled back, her regret deep. “I’m sorry.”

He stood motionless, his expression unreadable, his steady gaze locked. Disappointment clouded.

 

 

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