SENECA SURRENDER — An Excerpt, a Couple of Reviews & Give-Away

 

Howdy!

Welcome to another Tuesday at P & P.  Am so glad you decided to visit today.  You’re in luck cause I’ll be giving away a free e-book of SENECA SURRENDER today — over to the side here are the Giveaway Guidelines, so please have a look, come on in, put your feet up and leave a comment.  So thought I’d start out with an excerpt from my most recent release, SENECA SURRENDER.  Here you go!

 

SENECA SURRENDER

By

KAREN KAY

An Excerpt

 

It was only a few days later when, with the aid of the cane White Thunder had fashioned for her, she struggled onto her feet and slowly, with one foot placed carefully after another, began to walk. Soon, within a matter of days, she was walking without aid. And though her muscles still spasmed with pain now and again, neither she nor White Thunder had dared to repeat the deep massage.

It was liberating to be able to amble about again, and she realized a limited truth. Lack of movement created, to a greater or lesser degree, a sort of enslavement. Certainly it made one dependent on the goodwill of another.

Within days, she could leave the cave on her own, and although at first she was reluctant to venture too far, eventually she conquered her fear and strolled out farther and farther into the woods. As she became stronger, she realized that for all practical purposes she would be able to leave this place soon. Not yet, because her legs wouldn’t always obey her every command. But soon.

Where would she go? What would she do? The worry hung over her like a dark cloud, since, to date, her past life remained a mystery to her.

It happened late one afternoon, suddenly and without warning. One moment she had been safe and warm in the cave, the next she had ventured out of it to come face-to-face with a bear—a big, fully grown black bear.

She froze.

The bear growled, stood onto its hind legs and pawed at the air. She was dwarfed by it. It howled, the sound terrorizing. Adrenaline and fear washed through her.

She remained frozen to the spot. Though the bear made no forward movement, it was close enough that the air around her became scented with the animal.

Without warning something changed, and the bear came down on all fours and started toward her.

She screamed.

Stunned at the noise, the bear stopped, and looking right and left, it pawed at the ground. Bringing its attention back to her, the bear slowly, carefully, closed the distance between them.

“Put your arms up over your head and growl!” It was White Thunder. “Do it. Now!”

She did as White Thunder ordered. Raising her hands over her head, she opened her mouth and snarled at the bear.

As before, the bear stopped, sniffed at the air and gave her a cautious look, but plodded forward.

“Keep growling. Louder! Make your voice more savage,” ordered White Thunder, who was crouched atop high ground next to the cave. “He’s tired and looking for a place to sleep. He may decide you’re too much for him. Keep growling.”

Adrenaline pumped through her as, following White Thunder’s orders, she mustered up her loudest voice, as well as what she hoped was her most ferocious-looking face.

Again the bear hesitated, but hearing White Thunder, the bear finally took notice of him. Sensing he was the greater danger of the two, it came up onto his hind legs and growled at White Thunder, as though warning him away from his find.

When White Thunder did nothing but stare back and snarl at it, the bear came down to all fours, and ignoring White Thunder for the moment, turned back to continue its path toward her, as though it had decided she was the least likely to give him problems.

Step by step, the bear progressed dangerously close. All at once it rose to its hind legs and roared at her, this time extending its sharp paws outward. Only one thought surfaced: She was dead. She was dinner. Never had the desire to own and have a gun in her hand been more prevalent than it was at this moment.

Then it happened so quickly, she could hardly credit it. White Thunder shot straight in front of her, placing himself directly between her and the bear. The noise was deafening, for White Thunder was roaring and kicking up as much commotion as the bear.

It was either the most courageous act or the most reckless, for what White Thunder did next startled her. He bent forward, sticking his face into the bear’s, which was only a few feet away, and he snarled and snapped as though he were the more dangerous creature of the two.

The animal yowled right back at White Thunder, and so shrill was it, she thought her eardrums might never mend. Then it changed, and White Thunder was yelling directions at her. “Make noise!”

Without delay, she screamed and clapped her hands.

“Now we back up,” he shouted at her, “so as to tell him we give him the cave. We are no threat. Slowly, we back up, all the while we make as much noise as possible.”

Although White Thunder was holding his gun pointed directly at the bear, she knew it wouldn’t be protection enough against a head-on attack. After all, the musket had only one shot, the next attempt requiring priming and reloading.

He took a step back. She followed suit.

The bear came down onto all fours. It roared so vehemently, she wanted to run for cover. But it was impossible.

“If he starts toward us,” yelled White Thunder, “and paws at me, you are to turn and run—do you understand? Run downhill. A bear cannot easily follow if you go downhill. You are to run as fast as you can and don’t look back.”

“I won’t leave you!”

“You have no choice. I give you no choice. If I say run, you are to run. If I am to fight him, I cannot worry about you.”

Another step back followed these instructions, another and another.

Abruptly, the bear chose to take a leap toward them.

“Run!”

She turned to do exactly as told, but her legs refused to move. What was she to do? Even taking painfully slow steps was impossible. It was as if she were inadvertently crippled.

That was when she spotted it. Fire! Weren’t all animals afraid of fire?

The bear was already attacking White Thunder. She could hear their struggle, though because of the fear gripping her, she didn’t dare look back. But her legs responded at once, and rushing back into the cave, she picked up several of the sticks that were burning red-hot at their tips.

Without thinking of what she was about to do, she rushed out of the cave. Later in life, she would wonder where her courage and strength had come from. Until this moment, she’d never been aware of being particularly brave. She could only thank the good Lord that when valor was necessary, it was lying dormant within her.

White Thunder was on the ground, the bear over him. She rushed at the bear with the fire.

“Shoo! Get out of here!” Her voice was piercing and loud. She waved the weapon at the bear and tried to get close enough to light its fur on fire.

Her attempts did almost nothing to the beast. Its fur was too matted. Startled, the bear jumped back, allowing White Thunder a moment to bring up his musket and take careful aim.

Boom!

White Thunder shot off a ball aimed straight into the eyeball of the bear.

It hit.

Still animated, the bear struggled forward. Had the shot served no purpose? White Thunder was reloading as fast as was humanly possible, and as she watched him struggle against time to prime and reload his weapon. She wondered, was this it? Was life suddenly over? This easily?

Memories instantaneously rushed through her mind. They came with no fanfare, no bells. Rather, they swamped her. Moments from her past flickered before her so quickly, she could barely take hold of them.

So overwhelming was it, she rocked back on her feet.

Meanwhile, the battle with the bear was coming to a close. The animal took one final step forward and fell over, dead.

She watched in horror, almost afraid to turn away from it, fearful it might only be catching its breath. Even as she looked at it, she wondered, what damage had it done to White Thunder?

No sooner had the thought formed within her mind than she was struck with another truth. She cared for White Thunder. Sexual tension aside, she honestly cared for this man.

She was breathing hard and fast, and she could hear White Thunder behind her, doing the same. At least he was still alive.

Though out of breath, he called out to her. “I told you to leave!”

“I could not do it, sir,” she cried. “You forget that my legs do not always obey me.”

At last she turned toward him. He was on the ground, his shirt torn with claw marks. There were several gashes on his chest and arms where the bear’s claws had found their mark. As she caught her breath, she could only thank the Lord in Heaven that because of the cool weather, White Thunder had worn a shirt this day. But his clothing was blood-soaked and was becoming more so by the minute.

“Look at what he’s done to you,” she said as she took several steps toward White Thunder, and came down on the ground beside him.

“They are scratches.” White Thunder did the unthinkable. He opened his arms to her, and she went into them willingly, both of them uncaring that he was bleeding all over her.

“You saved my life,” she whispered.

“As you did mine.”

“You came to my defense. You jumped in front of me and confronted the beast head-on.”

“Of course I did. Did you expect me to leave you to fight a bear on your own?”

“I didn’t expect anything, sir. I…I thank you.” Then a little shyly, she added, “I think also that my mistress will thank you as soon as I manage to find her again.”

He pushed her back from him and stared at her.

Tears were streaming down Sarah’s cheeks. “It’s true. I have remembered my past life and who I am. It happened suddenly. I remembered everything.”

“This is good.” He was smiling.

“Yes, it is very good. I will tell you more about it later. But come, you are hurt, and first I must do something about that.”

“I think I will need little attention. They are only scrapes,” he reiterated.

Sarah drew back to look at him. “I will be the judge of that. Come.”

Placing her arms about him, she helped him to his feet, taking a great deal of his weight upon her. Together they limped into the cave…

 

REVIEW by Rhapsody on SENECA SURRENDER

“SENECA SURRENDER is a thrilling voyage into the hearts of two people fighting for love against all odds.  Bringing to mind THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS, it’s a book for all fans of romance and adventure.  Lock the doors, turn off the phone, and enjoy.”

RhapsodeBookClub.com

A Prairie Rose Publications Historical Romance
ASIN: B01M3QAE67
October, 2016
Historical Romance

Sarah Strong is an indentured servant who has endured many struggles while traveling to New Hampshire. When she meets White Thunder, it may be her greatest yet.

White Thunder vowed to find his wife’s killer no matter how long it took. When he finds an English woman washed up on shore, he has no idea the impact she will make on his heart.

White Thunder knew that with the war surrounding them, he needed to keep Sarah hidden in a safe place. He had no idea why he was helping an English woman, but he could not leave her to die. He was trying to go on with his life and not worry about the French and Indian War. The war only wanted to take control of Indian land. For the past fifteen years, he has been searching for the man who murdered his wife. With five years left to serve her master, stumbling upon White Thunder proves a greater undertaking for Sarah during her journey. Can the two find a common bond among such struggling conflict?

Seneca Surrender is a tale with true-fold characters that open up their heart, emitting real emotions. Sarah and White Thunder live up to the happenings around them and try to accept things while enduring hardships. I enjoyed their conversation, their cultures, even though separate, and how they reached out to each other. With tormented souls, they do everything to find a way to become one. The secondary characters enhance the story making it even more realistic. Karen Kay writes a story enabling the reader to feel the pain, agony, anguish, peril, and racism that goes much deeper, within the characters, of some of the people, in the story, to make this read remarkably good. She pens an outstanding extraordinary story beyond words. ~ Cherokee, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More

“(A) great read…Completely mesmerizing.” ~ Publishers Weekly WW Ladies’ Book Club

“Heated passion” ~ Romance Readers Connection 

Karen Kay
KAREN KAY aka GEN BAILEY is the author of 17 American Indian Historical Romances. She has written for such prestigious publishers as AVON/HarperCollins, Berkley/Penguin/Putnam and Samhain Publishing. KAREN KAY’S great grandmother was Choctaw Indian and Kay is honored to be able to write about the American Indian Culture.
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22 Comments

  1. Beautiful exerpt Karen!!! I loved the two pictures too!!! Thank you for a chance to win!!!

    1. Hi Arlene!

      Thank you so much. Means alot to me. I thought the pictures might go well with the story. Recently I wrote an excavator book for my grandson and a mermaid book for my granddaughter — and filled them as best I could with pictures. So it seemed a nice touch to me to add pictures to the excerpt. : )

  2. I read Book 1 Black Eagle when it first came out under the Gen Bailey pen name. Enjoyed that one partly because I was familiar with the area. Need to go back and reread it and check to see if I have this one. The first one ended with a sort of cliff hanger and I wanted to find out what happened to Sarah.
    Very good excerpt. Bears can be frightening but usually will leave you alone. I have been caught about 100 feet from my car when one came out of the woods. Not a pleasant feeling, especially since she was looking for her cub which had been hit by a car in that area and taken away. Our son was attacked by a black bear in our back yard one night. He punched it in the nose, dove through the fence, and ran for the house. He was clawed on his left arm and has the scars and nerve damage to show for it. Note for future reference, if your dogs are barking at something in the field on a dark night and you can’t see what it is – don’t go into the field to see what it is.

    1. Hi Patricia!

      You know, the e-book on BLACK EAGLE is almost like a different story than the one originally published. I did so much editing and adding and even the plot line is a little different. Come back in two weeks when I’ll be giving away BLACK EAGLE as a free e-book. : )

      What good advice on bears. They can be frightening, and whenever I’m in the woods, I do watch for them, especially up north in the west. : ) Good advice.

  3. This book sounds really good as do the others of your books Karen. I like that it is set in a different era of the French and Indian War and it plays off another difference set of characters from the norm too. It has a little bit of everything between this excerpt, the review and anyone checking the cover and blurb of the book. You always surprise me in a neat and good way. I loved the review comparison to The Last of the Mohicans timeframe or era to really set this story up with a relevant to us reference. Although Daniel Day Lewis is who we think of first Uncas might actually be the correct Native American personified role would be better. I would definitely put this on my TBR list as I bet anyone in here today will do or better yet just go check it out and end up getting on 1-Click immediately and read it ASAP instead of the To Be Read list. Excellent storyline Karen. I bet you will always keep us guessing if you can top this and you always successfully do so. Thanks again for keeping me going Native in my reading as I enjoy everything I read from you.

    1. Oh, Elaine, you have really touched my heart. Thank you for your thoughts and thanks for reading the excerpt and reviews, also. These two books, BLACK EAGLE and SENECA SURRENDER were definitely different stories for me in that they are set in a different time period and different time. At present, however, the story I’m working on right now is back in the West — which I so love. Thanks again.

  4. I lvoed the excerpt. Interesting info about the bear and running downhill.

    1. Hi Debra,

      You know, I’d thought so, too. It was just one of those things that popped up in research and in fact I used it once before in the story LONE ARROW’S PRIDE. Interesting these little bits of facts one uncovers in research. : )

  5. That was an exciting excerpt.

    1. Hi Janine!

      Thank you so much.

  6. I really enjoyed the excerpt, sounds like a great book.

    1. Notice, Eliza, that he never says they can’t run down hill — only that they are slower to do so — giving a person perhaps a chance to find a place to get out of the way. Not sure I trust these sources against the Native American sources from the past (1800’s) that I’ve read, which is where I got this info. There are more references in George Catlin’s work on bears and how to get away from them. At least, if they are slower, one might stand a chance.

      1. I really don’t think black bears have likely changed much in the last 200 or so years.

        I know there are numerous Indian legends about bears, and also bear gods and spirits, but if Yellowstone and other parks as well as the Wildlife Federation has tracked bears running as fast as horses (about 35 mph) regardless of terrain, I think I’ll go with that, not thinking I could outrun them even at half speed. I imagine Indians in the past dealing with real wildlife knew more in day to day life despite any legends they had. And running is likely to cause any bear (and many other animals) more likely to chase you than not. By the way, an average black bear is about 6 to 7 feet at most from the tip of her nose to the end of her tail. They stand more often for looking, but are more likely to go on all fours for running or fighting. Four legs all with claws as well as their teeth can do the job quite well.

        1. Don’t know what to say, Eliza. Don’t trust the Wildlife Federation at all — I used to donate to them until I found out who started that organization and who funds them. You and I might think it’s us, but that isn’t really true. They have an authority that they definitely answer to.

          As for the other, don’t know. All I can say is that I found this info in historical research. Perhaps also in the old days a man could run a bit faster than we do today. But the point again is not to try to out run them — only to try to stand a better chance of finding some shelter or some safe point.

          1. I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree on sources. I think you’re likely looking at historical sources for writing historical fiction, while I’m focused on present day resources and what scientist are saying today about various animals and the planet.

            I primarily support the NRDC that has some two million members with some 500 scientists, lawyers, and policy advocates working to preserve the planet — including bears. Their most current focus, though, is on the new administration to keep it from cutting climate change activities and initiatives.

            The NWF has about six million members, and in two examples they worked to help to help wildlife after the Exxon Valdez spill, and in another initiative worked with more than 40 tribes to help preserve buffaloes, wolves and bears in the wild.

            So we’re just coming from different places. Yours is appropriate for what you want to achieve, and I’m coming from a current day concern for the planet, and what many present day scientists observe about wildlife. I love wildlife and and the natural world, which is why I first listed a variety of sources saying the same thing about bears’ ability to run downhill.

            There’s even a book with this title: “Bears Can’t Run Downhill: And 200 Other Dubious Pub Facts Explained” (2006) by Robert Anwood. It’s a British publication but I thought it ironic to find as a title for a book about common misconceptions. I may have to get a copy for fun and to see if it’s any more than that.

            Another example of NRDC concerns: “Of Bears, Wolves, and Invisible Lines”
            https://www.nrdc.org/experts/zack-strong/bears-wolves-and-invisible-lines

  7. Howdy Quilt Lady,

    So nice to see you here. : ) Thank you so much, also.

  8. It’s always fun and interesting in here Karen, especially when it is so lively and the discussions run on tangents about new or more information added sometimes arguably but always politely so everyone can put their 2 cents in and make it way more fun to hang around and learn another tidbit, this time real life bear sightings and what not to do vs what you should do to avoid a meeting with them.
    As far as different times and eras for storyline, that also makes it more fun and interesting as well, branching out and stretching your talents to show that you Karen are definitely not just a 1 trick pony, more like a sideshow exhibition with all of your books, characters, tribes, eras and all matter of different tales, each interesting by itself, yet neat when we learn some are connected by this or that you let us know on here. Never a dull moment here and the topic can quickly change as well, jumping from one subject to another and back again. Sort of like being in school with you as the teacher and this is the topic for the day. I love it! Thanks Karen.

    1. Wow, you’re right, Elaine. Never a dull moment. I haven’t read those references yet — mine are from historical research — can’t recall the exact place is the only thing. But definitely something from one of my historical researches.

      Thanks so much for your delightful post, Elaine. You brought it all together. : )

  9. Great excerpt!

    1. Thank you so much, Minna. : )

  10. Kay, I loved your Seneca Surrender! I’m sorry I’m late getting over here, but just wanted to say how much I enjoyed the story and how happy we are to have you with us at Prairie Rose Publications!

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