HELLO FRIENDS, I AM SUPER EXCITED TO BRING YOU MY BLOG TOUR STOP AND REVIEW OF SLEIGHT OF HEART by: AISLING MANCY, OUT MARCH 14th, AND BOY DO I HAVE A TON OF GOODIES FOR YOU! BELOW IS MY REVIEW, BOOK INFO, AN EXCLUSIVE BLOG POST AND MUCH MORE INCLUDING A RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY, SO LET'S GET TO IT!
OH YES! THIS IS THE PERFECT QUOTE FOR BOTH OF THESE MEN! HERE IS MY REVIEW:
Sleight of Heart
by: Aisling Mancy
reviewed by: Becky
Lord Taliesin Solitaire was born albino, cursed mute by the fey, and betrayed by a vampire lover. For two hundred years the vampire mage has vowed never to love again and has only used sex as a means to a meal. Until a palm-reading gypsy finds himself in peril and Taliesin can’t resist rescuing the beautiful young man.
Pesha is the eldest but smallest son of King Vaida Sinclair, the oppressive ruler of the Kåle RomaniCompania. Deemed impure by his father, Pesha is shunned and mistreated by his band and four half-brothers, and one brother in particular wants him dead. His pale, silent savior gives him safety, security and a love he never could have imagined. As Pesha falls in love with his handsome white knight, his half-brother does the unthinkable.
Can Taliesin rescue Pesha from the cruel clutches of his half-brother a second time?
I don't know if I can find the right words to convey the depth of brilliance that is this book, but I will sure try! Aisling Mancy has given us a story to which you do not simply read, but you fall into and feel it with every fiber of your being!
I love sweet Pesha, and silent, sad Taliesin, and you will too! Taliesin has admired the beautiful, small gypsy from afar but the day he helps the small man out of a dire situation could be the day he loses his heart, What can he do to keep Pesha with him? Why does Pesha seem to both want to and not want to leave?
Pesha has real feelings for Taliesin, but how can he love a gajdo when all his life he was taught not to have anything to do with them? Pesha has much to fear at home, but he must go back mustn't he?
Can Taliesin save Pesha before it is too late when he is in grave danger? How will those that hurt him be made to pay? You will be enthralled with this story just like I was and there is so much that I can't tell you for fear of spoiling, but know this, this book is amazing and you will want to read it again and again!
Thanks Aisling, for a book we can enjoy over and over again!
I JUST HAD TO MAKE THIS SHIRT FOR MY RATING PIC IN HONOR OF FEATHERS WICKED SENSE OF HUMOR! :) YOU WILL SEE! HERE ARE THE PRE-ORDER LINKS FOR THIS BOOK, OUT MARCH 14TH, GRAB IT NOW, YOU WILL LOVE IT!
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I REALLY CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU GUYS TO READ THIS! NOW FOR AN AWESOME BLOG POST FROM AISLING MANCY TO KICK OFF THE BLOG TOUR, AND EVEN AN EXCERPT!
Welcome to the Book Tour for Sleight of Heart!
A very special thank you to Bec at Bike Book Reviews for kicking off the book tour for Sleight of Heart! It’s great to be here!
My name is Aisling “Ash” Mancy and my name may be new to you. But my writing may not be. I write young adult works for Dreamspinner’s Harmony Ink Press label under C. Kennedy. Though I write for Harmony Ink and have spent the past four years concentrating on young adult works, I write primarily for adults—surprise!
I wrote a series of adult books about gods, and fae, and shifters, and demons, and dragons, (and about every other creature you can conceive of) and magick set in present day reality! And Then...
...I had a burning need to write a spinoff series about magick. Not one kind of magick, but all kinds of magicks. The Morality of Magick Series is a series of stand-alone books (Yes, it’s true! No waiting for the next book!) about different kinds of magick and my newest book, Sleight of Heart, is the first of those books. Sleight of Heart is about chiromancy, also known as palmistry, or palm reading. It is an enchanting romance that combines the primordial phantasy of the preternatural with the ancient superstition of the Romani—set against a backdrop of present day reality. The penultimate question: How would humans treat preternatural creatures in society today?
In Sleight of Heart, I also add the mystique of a palm-reading gypsy and I’ll talk more about the Romani along in this book tour. For now, I leave you with a brief excerpt!
Sleight of Heart releases on Monday, March 14th, and Follow the tour for a chance to win a signed print copy of the book!
Excerpt: :)
Taliesin’s cloak whispered around him as he strode from the warm hotel into the chill winter night toward the clock tower. His body was warm with the strumpet’s crimson reminding him what it felt like to be human. Her lust-laden blood would hold him over for a week minimum. Though the laws concerning the preternatural allowed him to remain in his castle with his daughter and granted him a modicum of freedom, they didn’t permit him to feed from humans. He simply couldn’t stomach the bottled stuff all the time and, but for Feather’s assistance, he would surely have been imprisoned by now, if not slain outright.
He’d considered ending his lonely existence after losing Christophe but his predatory nature and heightened senses wouldn’t permit it. In the beginning, there were friends and the odd lover or two. All vanished once they learned what he was, leaving him once and again a solitary man. He grieved in silence, never one to show his emotions and faced lonely night after bleak lonely night alone, Feather’s periodic company his only solace.
Though addled sentiments and concern for the young gypsy ate at his nerves, Taliesin delighted at the prospect of seeing him again, anticipation thrilling in his veins. What his gypsy was doing out at this hour he couldn’t fathom. Then again, the waterfront was known to remain busy quite late on Saturday evenings. If someone harassed his lovely gypsy, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold his temper. His gypsy. The possessive pronoun struck him like a lightning bolt. Bugger me dead, what are you thinking, Solitaire?
He rounded the last corner of the commons to the waterfront, saw the gypsy’s table, toppled chair and tarot cards scattered to the wind, and no sign of the young man or his rucksack. He went to the chair and righted it while searching the waterfront with his keen vision. The young man was nowhere to be found. As he collected the tarot cards, his heightened hearing picked up the sound of a scuffle and a whimpered “na, na, na.” He narrowed his vision towards the source of the sounds—trees rustling in the commons, twigs snapping, frantic heartbeat, blood racing, the scent of fear. The faint scent of clove and cinnamon told him it was the young man. Using vampiric powers, he shielded himself from public view and took to the air.
Hovering over the clearing, the smell of fear assaulted him. Four gypsy men surrounded someone kneeling on the ground. As he furtively lowered himself to the tree line, he saw his palm-reading gypsy. Gods, his lissome frame is but a fraction the size of the bullies.
Based upon their wildly coloured garb, gold bangles and circlets, he surmised the bullies were four of King Sinclair’s seven princes. Yet, the gypsy appeared equally adorned. Then he recalled the gypsy’s hidden circlet. Could the young man be one of King Sinclair’s sons? Why would four of his sons torment one of their own?
Taliesin weighed the risks of interfering. Everything he knew of Vaida Sinclair indicated that he was a good and honest man who ruled his compania with an iron fist. It had been Sinclair’s integrity and fierce loyalty as professed by Daj, the wise witch of the compania, that had convinced him to allow the gypsies onto his lands in the first instance. How would King Sinclair take to interference with his sons? And if the interference went awry? Exposing himself as preternatural would be smiting in spite of the new laws. He could be executed by the human government on a simple allegation made by any one of the assailants. Had he been the nervous sort, he would have chewed his lip.
The others began to chant, “She’chorne! She’chorne! She’chorne!”
Disgust and anger banded Taliesin’s heart. He certainly couldn’t allow them to hurt the beautiful young man. He quickly slipped into the shadows at the edge of the clearing. The acrid stench of panic filled his senses as the young man ineffectually tried to comply with the large man’s demands. He yanked at the gypsy’s hair again. Glistening tears welled in the young man’s eyes and the band of anger tightened painfully around Taliesin’s heart.
One of them backhanded the little gypsy hard across the face, and blood arced across the clearing. Taliesin’s senses were nearly overrun by the scent of the rich blood and he fought to contain his natural urges. Arousal, fear, blood, everything he craved was immediately before him. Yet, it was his concern for the gypsy that held dominion over him. I must stop this no matter the repercussions, he urged himself.
“We tell Father about you and you’re dead!”
Taliesin’s nostrils flared with anger and he could remain hidden no longer. He crept closer, stealth in the shadows. Within a few feet of the young men, he stepped into the pale penumbra of the moonlight and issued a dark, resonant snarl.
The four assailants stilled, their attentions turned to Taliesin. The little gypsy’s expression was a mixture of terror, relief and shame.
One of the large men threatened, “Looking for trouble, gadjo?”
Taliesin issued another ferocious growl.
Another of the large men slapped the first man’s shoulder. “Let’s go, Merripen.”
Merripen withdrew something from the back pocket of his pants. “Ferka, Ferka, it’s only some fucking gadjo. Get the fuck out of here, gadjo! This doesn’t concern you!”
Taliesin snarled and lunged for him as shiny steel flashed in the moonlight, but couldn’t reach the young man before the gleaming knife met his throat.
The four assailants ran from the clearing, dispersing in different directions as Taliesin caught his gypsy before he hit the ground, blood streaming from his throat. He quickly placed a hand over the gruesome wound. What was he to do now? If he called for a constable, he would be accused of slitting the gypsy’s throat. Bloody hell!
LOOKS AMAZING RIGHT? OH MY, YOU HAVE NOOOO IDEA!! THANK YOU AISLING, FOR AN AMAZING BLOG POST AND EXCERPT! HERE IS AISLING'S BIO AND SOCIAL LINKS:
About Aisling Mancy
Aisling is an author who lives,
most of the time, on the West Coast of theUnited States . Aisling writes adult
fantasy, adult LGBTQIA romance, and fiction for gay young adults as C. Kennedy.
most of the time, on the West Coast of the
fantasy, adult LGBTQIA romance, and fiction for gay young adults as C. Kennedy.
Raised on the mean streets and
back lots ofHollywood by
a Yoda-look-alike grandfather, Aisling doesn’t conform, doesn’t fit in, is epic
awkward, and lives to perfect a deep-seated oppositional defiance disorder. In
a constant state of fascination with the trivial, Aisling contemplates such
weighty questions as If time and space are curved, then where do all the
straight people come from? When not writing, Aisling can be found taming waves
on western shores, pondering the nutritional value of sunsets, appreciating the
much maligned dandelion, unhooking guide ropes from stanchions, and marveling
at all things ordinary.
back lots of
a Yoda-look-alike grandfather, Aisling doesn’t conform, doesn’t fit in, is epic
awkward, and lives to perfect a deep-seated oppositional defiance disorder. In
a constant state of fascination with the trivial, Aisling contemplates such
weighty questions as If time and space are curved, then where do all the
straight people come from? When not writing, Aisling can be found taming waves
on western shores, pondering the nutritional value of sunsets, appreciating the
much maligned dandelion, unhooking guide ropes from stanchions, and marveling
at all things ordinary.
Aisling does respond
to emails because, after all, it is all about you, the reader
to emails because, after all, it is all about you, the reader
HERE IS THE BLOG TOUR SCHEDULE, DON'T MISS A STOP, AND ENTER THE RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY BELOW THE SCHEDULE TO ENTER TO WIN A SIGNED PRINT COPY OF THE BOOK!
February 12th - Joyfully Jay and a True Story of My Time in Paris with a Romani Young Man
March 11th - Bike Book Reviews and About Sleight of Heart and the Morality of Magick Series
March 12th - Jo & Isa Love Books
March 13th - Divine Magazine
March 14th - Release Day with The Novel Approach!
March 16th - My Fiction Nook
March 17th - Love Bytes Reviews
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