And welcome to another terrific Tuesday! Yay!
Well, you get me for two days back-to-back this week. But, this does give one the opportunity to win another e-book because once again, I’ll be giving away a free e-book to one of the bloggers.
So, yesterday, I left a short blurb for the book and then the opening pages of the book. Today, I thought I’d post the full back blurb for the book, another excerpt from the book and a game called, “Go find it,” in the excerpt.
But, before I do that, I thought I’d tell you a little bit of the backstory about this book. I had started working with the Blackfeet on a literacy project and I was getting to know the Blackfeet a little better. Some of what I was learning about these people is in this book i.e., their sense of humor, their ideas of ghosts and the supernatural, as well as many other facets of their culture. Also, I was learning firsthand of their undying friendship and their willingness to learn.
To this day, I love going back to the reservation and visiting friends. And, I should say again how beautiful it is in Blackfeet country. In my opinion, it is probably the most beautiful place on earth.
And so I will leave you here with another excerpt from the book. I hope you will enjoy it.
NIGHT THUNDER’S BRIDE by Karen Kay
When lady’s maid Rebecca Cothern journeyed westward, she never thought to leave her mistress’s side. Yet as Katrina Wellington completes her own journey with White Eagle, Rebecca waits at Ft. Union under the protection of Blackfoot warrior, Night Thunder.
Despite what she’s been told about the wild nature of the native tribes, Night Thunder is different. Kind, gentle, honorable to a fault…and handsome in a way that makes her breathless for his next touch.
Though Night Thunder relishes stolen moments with the beautiful white woman, circumstances dictate that he should keep his distance. Until she is stolen away in the night, and he discovers he cannot simply ride into the enemy camp, kill the guilty and sweep her to safety. The thieves are vengeful malcontents from his own tribe, which leaves him only one way to save her from the worst kind of violation.
He must claim that she is his bride. Not only that, she must willingly bare all—heart, soul and body—to claim him as hers.
This is the 25th Year Anniversary Edition of this novel.
Warning: Contains warm, sensual love scenes that are certain to have you reaching for your own true Night Thunder.
And now for the game:
1) Can you find from reading this excerpt what the Blackfeet call the soul or the departed spirit of the person?
2) How many times does the hero mention this word, meaning the departed spirit of a person?
So, without further delay, here is the excerpt of NIGHT THUNDER’S BRIDE
“Did I hear you correctly? Ghosts?”
“I do not know what this ‘ghosts’ is. I only tell you about the shadow of those who were once living.”
“Ghosts,” Rebecca repeated, saying it more to herself than to her companion. “I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“I do not ask you to believe,” he replied over his shoulder, his intention clearly on keeping pace with the others from their party. Night Thunder had found their companions’ trail easily this morning and had caught up with them, losing little time in doing so. “I am only explaining to you,” he continued, “why there was no trace of the enemy warriors. A great fight must have taken place where we were trapped last night, and those who are still there must have been blinded or had body parts cut off in the fight, for they are unable to find their way to the Sand Hills.”
“But I heard them, I saw them. One cannot see ghosts.” Rebecca frowned. “And what do you mean, body parts cut off?”
Night Thunder didn’t answer right away. Instead, he kept his stride on a par with the others, not even glancing over his shoulder to ensure she followed. When he finally did speak, she had to strain to hear him. “Most people cannot see those who are departed because they no longer have the physical body to identify them. But their shadows can be felt and experienced if one will only let himself be aware of them.”
“But I wasn’t trying to be ‘aware’ of them,” she complained. “And I didn’t feel them. I saw them.”
“Perhaps it was because you were with me.”
“With you, but—”
“Within my family runs the power to see into the future, to change the weather, even to call to the buffalo. And sometimes, there are those of us who can talk to the dead. All these have I been trained to do.”
Rebecca quickened her pace so as to keep stride with Night Thunder. “Trained? What do you mean, ‘trained’?”
“Perhaps ‘trained’ is not the right word. I have long been an…apprentice with our medicine man. And, because a medicine man must at times talk to the dead, I have learned to do this.”
“I don’t believe in such things. What are you, a mystic?”
“I do not know what this person is, a ‘mystic,’ and I do not ask you to believe.” He paused and seemed lost in thought, though he quickly picked up his pace. “Still there must be some reason why they chose me to see them, to hear them. Perhaps they are hoping I might discover a way to free them from the spell of those they fought, so their shadows can yet find the Sand Hills.”
“Night Thunder, I—”
“I will have to think on it. There could be is something I can do. Come here now and let us not talk of this again.”
“But what did you mean by being blinded or having body parts cut off? What has this to do with them?”
He stopped and let the others move off away from him as he turned to face her. She froze. Despite the feeling of growing closer to his man, her hero, she felt herself cower from his imposing figure.
“It is a belief of my people that the way in which one departs this world is the same way he must spend the rest of eternity. And so there are those warriors who, after a fight, will blind an opponent or cut off a part of his body, so that his enemy might have to go to the next world so burdened. There are those who, having departed this world with a missing body part, choose not to seek out the next life, but determine to stay in this one, hoping to find someone who might at last be able to reverse the spell.”
Rebecca didn’t utter a word in response to this bit of Indian lore, though she stared hard at the man who had so recently become a large part of her life. She frowned and silently fought a battle within herself to hold back her opinions about such things. It was not her place to pass judgment on the beliefs of another. Still, the concepts of which he spoke were so foreign to her, she found herself wondering about him, and perhaps even more about herself.
Somehow at this moment it didn’t seem real, he didn’t seem real.
“Come,” he spoke to her, turning away from her at the same time. “We are too far behind the others.”
Rebecca allowed him to tread on ahead of her while she stood still, lost in her own thoughts. Ghosts, or “shadows,” as he called them, talking to him, calling to him, asking him to set them free from earthly haunts? Could one really be “trained” to talk to spirits? She didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits; she wouldn’t believe. Yet didn’t her own Irish heritage have similar tales? Aye. Still, this was too much for her to grasp all at once, and she felt herself growing distant from Night Thunder.
The Indian’s view of life made little sense to her. For instance, no one had made comment upon the fact that both she and Night Thunder had been gone the entire night, something she felt hard pressed to comprehend. In truth, it appeared the Indians, as a people, rarely condemned one for deeds which seemed important to her, yet made much over what to her were trivial matters.
Perhaps she would never understand them.
With the flip of her hand, she shook back her hair and tipped her head to face toward the sun, welcoming the warm rays of the morning. She paused for a moment more, letting the sun settle in upon her as though it might wash away her thoughts. But too soon, she realized she could no longer see the Indians, and, picking up her skirt, she hurried to catch up to Night Thunder and the others.
Well, that’s it for today. Hope you enjoy the little “game,” as well as the excerpt. Be sure to leave a comment in order to enter into the drawing for the e-book.
tinyurl.com/y634cs87 — this book is also on KU at Amazon