A Celtic Tapestry Elodie Parkes

Today another contributing author joins me to promote A Celtic Tapestry. Welcome Elodie Parkes. 🙂 But before I let you have the stage first let me refresh the readers’ minds on what A Celtic Tapestry is.

Moon Rose Publishing has just released their newest book, A CELTIC TAPESTRY! An anthology between eight authors, each one has taken their own twist on one of the Celtic festivals of the year. From sunny spring to chilly winter, everyone’s favourite season is given a fresh and enticing take in this wonderful collection. To celebrate, Moon Rose Publishing is also hosting a fabulous giveaway as part of the release!

Blurb

The wheel of the year turns, bringing the joy of spring, the warmth of summer, the richness of autumn, and the merriment of winter. But eight Celtic festivals link these seasons together, bringing with them romance, lust, danger, and even magic. From a city under threat from night-time creatures at Ostara, to a selkie caught by the light of the Lughnasadh moon, to a writer caught in the flames of a fiery goddess at Imbolc.

Eight authors have come together to give their own twist on these festivals, weaving each story with a blend of myth, magic, and contemporary telling…to create A Celtic Tapestry.

A Celtic Tapestry cover

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Excerpt (The Picnic, by Elodie Parkes)

Morgan looked around at the saplings he had planted in the spring. They were healthy and strong, he decided. Summer was virtually over and he could see the first signs of autumn around him. He was in tune with the forests, and he smiled as he gazed around. To say Morgan was in love with trees and all the things that grew and lived in forests was an understatement. They were his reason for living.

He ran his hand through his thick dark hair and sat down on a nearby fallen tree. The trunk was still thick where he sat, but it was fragile further along. The tree had fallen from age. This part of the forest that Morgan tended had some of the oldest trees in the country growing within it. Morgan liked to think it was because of him that they achieved such great age. He took out his thermos of coffee and poured himself a cup. A leaf sailed down from a nearby oak. It was a pale, golden-orange color, and it landed at Morgan’s feet. He looked up at the vivid blue sky through the canopy of the trees around him.

Give it another week, and there’ll be more leaves falling,” he said to the forest, and in answer a soft breeze ruffled the bright leaves of the nearby birch and Morgan’s hair.

The breeze flew on through the forest and down into the nearby town. It played with a discarded chocolate biscuit wrapper, pressing the silver and purple paper up against a railing before flowing on. As Ava came down the steps of the town council office it lifted her skirt. It heralded autumn, and yet summer had not been kind that year. Ava would have liked a little more warmth before the end of September, but it didn’t seem that was going to happen. It was just over a week to the autumn equinox, and Ava had noticed that already some trees in her garden were beginning to look a little less green and a little more golden.

She sighed, and her sigh was picked up by the soft breeze as it rounded the corner of the building and brushed her shoulder as she entered the car park. It took a tendril of her dark auburn hair, held back by a tortoiseshell comb, and wrapped it around her face. Ava pushed the hair back behind her ear and opened her car door. She threw her bag onto the passenger seat and slid her laptop case along behind it. She sat in her car for a few seconds, just looking out at the row of rose bushes that fringed the car park. The breeze was busy in the high street, where it had gathered speed and was whipping along a plastic bottle that once held spring water with a spritz of lemon.

Ava had driven home by the time the breeze had moved on down the valley to the next town. She opened the front door of her cottage, and after putting her bag and laptop down on the hall table, she shrugged off her jacket and stepped out of her high-heeled shoes.

Ava went straight into her kitchen and filled the kettle to make a cup of tea. As the water boiled for her tea, she ran up the stairs to her bedroom and changed into jeans and a jumper. She padded downstairs in her bare feet carrying a pair of socks, having decided to go for a walk. The meeting had been stressful, and she felt restless. She made her tea, and then sat down on one of the kitchen chairs to pull on her socks and the short boots she wore to walk.

She glanced at the digital clock inset in the glass door of the electric oven, and without drinking the tea she had made she picked up her keys and cell phone. She slipped them into her pocket and closed the cottage door with a small thud.

Ava lived only five minutes from her favorite walk. There was a path that crossed a field and then wound into the woods, and Ava took it. She liked the path through the field especially when the poppies grew wild as it lay fallow, but she didn’t classify her favorite walk as such until she was in the woods.

*‘Copyright of Elodie Parkes*

Author Bio

Elodie Parkes lives in south east, rural England, but close to a famous city. She works with antiques on the outskirts of the city in an emporium. She has two dogs, Dalmatians, Celt and Chaucer and says she would be lonely without them. She loves reading, movies and the countryside, and that’s where you will find her when she’s feeling stressed.

Elodie writes romance, contemporary, and erotic with a twist of mystery, suspense, or the paranormal, now and then. She likes to make the story unusual in some way, by a quirk in the tale.

Author Links:

Blog: http://elodieparkes.blogspot.co.uk/

FB:https://www.facebook.com/ElodieParkes

Twitter:https://twitter.com/ElodieParkes

MRP Website Author Page: http://www.moonrosepublishing.com/#!elodie-parkes/cys4

Website: http://elodieparkes.webs.com/

Google Plus: https://plus.google.com/u/0/114681167004175190514/posts

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6448944.Elodie_Parkes

Book buy links:

MRP Website link: http://www.moonrosepublishing.com/#!a-celtic-tapestry/cayu

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And now for the giveaway! Well, what IS the free stuff? Moon Rose Publishing, as part of the A CELTIC TAPESTRY tour, is giving away a ton of good stuff. You could win a print copy of A CELTIC TAPESTRY, a sticker pack, bookmarks, a beautiful necklace and jewelled bookmark from Tara S Wood, or an e-book of the anthology!

 https://www.facebook.com/ACelticTapestry/app_228910107186452

Right and now it’s up to you Elodie, take it away! 🙂

Thank you for inviting me to your blog.

Just a little about me to let your readers know who I am.

You are very welcome Elodie and we’d love to hear more about you. So don’t waste another moment and shoot!

I live in rural England, United Kingdom and I work in an antiques shop as well as writing. I have two dogs that keep me fit with their need for walks. Love the countryside and the coast.

I write romance, contemporary, and erotic with a twist of mystery, suspense, or the paranormal, now and then. I like to make the story unusual in some way, by a quirk in the tale.

I started writing when I was seventeen. Life intervened in my writing time and I stopped serious writing for some time. I started writing again seriously a couple of years ago, because I had so many stories in my head.

I haven’t yet had writers block, but I have chosen to stop writing a couple of projects and deleted them, I just stopped liking their concepts. I have to fall in love with my characters after the story just drops into my head.

I don’t have family and amongst my friends. No one knows what I write. Just one friend knows I write something ( smiles). I seriously doubt anyone I actually know has read any of my books. That’s okay.

Why is that? Well my books fall into the category of erotic romance because of the graphic love scenes. I could have said sex scenes but for me it’s always about the love my characters feel for each other, even if sometimes they are afraid to say it.

My female lead characters are intelligent and strong, yet have hidden vulnerabilities or life happenings that are harsh. They know what it is like to be lonely and they are not afraid to go after love if it presents itself.

My male lead characters are deep, gentle, sexy, sometimes afraid of their feelings, sometimes so desperately in love they lay themselves open. They are intelligent and giving. The male leads in my stories with paranormal themes are different. They can be mysterious and have strange things in their lives, but they will love their woman forever if they fall in love.

My latest release is through Moon Rose Publishing and I am one of eight authors who have written erotic shorts for the anthology ‘A Celtic Tapestry’.

My story is titled, ‘The Picnic’. All the stories are inspired by the seasonal equinoxes and changes. Mine is the Autumn equinox.

Samhain

Yule

Imbolc

Spring Equinox

Beltane

Midsummer

Lammas/Lughnasadh

Autumn Equinox

I’m joined by authors, Hunter S Jones, Miranda Stork, Tara S Wood, Livia Ellis, Laura De Luca, L J Rossi, Carolyn Wolfe, on what we hope will be a feast of erotica, romance, adventure, mystery and intrigue for our readers.

Why did you contribute and what was the fun of it?

It was interesting for me to write a short. I usually write a story until it’s ended, but this time I had a word count limit. That was weird (smiles). I planned the story and had the synopsis accepted by Moon Rose. When I started writing the story, I just went merrily along as usual, my characters talking to me and living with me and then wham I’d gone over the word count limit. I had to cut back in a way I wouldn’t normally and it wasn’t simply about editing to have a sharp glossy finish, it was about losing some of the things my characters said or did. They fought it, but I won in the end.

I enjoyed writing for Moon Rose and to their idea so much I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. It was a great experience for me because I learned how to write a short story. The stories are about 14,000 words and with eight authors writing, understandably the publisher was strict about going over the limit by more than 200 words.

It’s been great too to hear from the other seven authors and get to know their work a little too. Each story is so different and they reflect the author’s style, as well as the ‘aura’ that surrounds an author when you see the body of the their work. I found it fascinating to work on an anthology.

Do you have anything to share with us? You know, a sample of your writing?

I’ll share a sample of ‘The Picnic’. It’s where my lead female meets my lead male for the first time.

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The woods made the air cooler, and Ava was walking quickly when she saw Morgan. She slowed down as she approached the area of the woods where he worked. Unable to help herself, she stared at him. He was tall and muscled. His thick dark hair fell over his forehead as he worked and Ava slowed her pace a fraction more. She let herself gaze at him. He was very attractive. His waist tapered a little from his muscled chest and his jeans riding low on his hips gave her a view that almost took her breath away.

Ava was lonely if she let herself admit it. She didn’t let herself very often because it led to bouts of looking amongst internet dating sites in the hopes that someone would catch her eye. No one ever did, and Ava would close her browser and go in search of a book to read, or a movie to watch.

Ava was passing Morgan when he paused in his task and looked up.

She could see his face and she felt her loneliness keenly then. The man was beautiful. She could see the angle of his jaw and the blue of his eyes quite clearly. She looked away and walked on, feeling a kind of desperation.

Morgan had been surprised when he had seen the young woman. Her hair was a darker shade of some copper beech tree leaves that grew by the side of his house door. He had seen the lightness of her eyes in contrast to her hair and found emotion in them. He watched her slender figure disappear up the path as it wound into the woods. He focused back on the tree stump before him, but felt confused. The woman had given him a prickle of anticipation as she stared at him.

Thank you Elodie, and I’d love to see you back another day.

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