Carol Presents: Morgan O’Neill … The Thornless Rose

Until today, I have never had the opportunity to interview co-authors before. As a writer I can’t imagine collaborating with another author on a book. Sure it’s nice to have someone to toss ideas back and forth, but to write as one member of a team seems insurmountable to me. Yet these two gracious ladies have managed to publish several fantastic time travel books under the pen name, Morgan O’Neill. Let me introduce you to them.

DeborahCordes&CaryFratesA chance meeting at a writers’ conference brought Cary Morgan Frates and Deborah O’Neill Cordes together, two award-winning authors who connected because of a mutual love of time travel fiction. Collaboration ensued, the search for a pen name the first step in their working relationship. Their maiden names provided the solution – and “Morgan O’Neill” was born.
Cary and Deborah’s backgrounds are uniquely suited to writing stories steeped in atmosphere and history: Deborah has a Master’s Degree in history and is a dedicated genealogist; Cary is a talented linguist in French and is currently a student of Latin. They’ve traveled to Europe’s ancient and medieval sites many times, with Cary living on the Continent for five years.

The Morgan O’Neill time travel novels have received a number of literary awards, including two finalist wins in the Booksellers’ Best Awards, two semifinalist wins in the William Faulkner-William Wisdom Creative Writing Competition, first, second, and third place wins for the Mainstream Novel with Strong Romantic Elements category of the Golden Rose Contest, a top ten finalist award in the Pacific Northwest Writers’ Conference Zola Awards Literary Contest, and a top ten finalist win in the Orange Rose Contest.

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That’s an amazing list of awards for your time travel books. Well done, ladies!

THE THORNLESS ROSE 1600x2400Here’s a blurb for their current book:

No one ever knew what really happened to Dr. Jonathan Brandon back in 1945. He simply disappeared from a London pub, leaving behind an unsolved mystery and his fiancée—Anne Howard’s grandmother. Seventy years later, Anne herself is haunted by the strange tale, along with inexplicable hallucinations straight out of Elizabethan England. Including a scarred, handsome man whose deep blue eyes seem to touch her very soul…

Anne wonders if there isn’t something more to the story. Is it even possible that Jonathan disappeared into England’s dark past? And why does Anne keep hearing him whisper her name? Because now she too feels the inexorable pull of the past, not to mention an undeniable attraction for a man she doesn’t even know.

It’s just a matter of time before Anne will step back into history, and face a destiny―and a love―beyond imagining…

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And here’s an exciting excerpt to encourage you to want to read more of The Thornless Rose, an Elizabethan Time Travel novel, by Morgan O’Neill.

In this scene, time travelers Anne Howard and Dr. Jonathan Brandon are thrown together for the first time.

Anne felt a tingling, a creeping of skin on the back of her neck and arms. She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling faint, when the air stilled beyond anything she had ever experienced.

What the––? From darkening shadows, she gazed out. Oddly, the chapel was brilliantly lit by dozens of candles. Black-clad monks knelt on wooden misericords, praying.

Their soft, collective droning was a counterpoint to her heart’s fierce drumming.

“Wh—what just happened?” Anne stammered, trying to keep the shrill edge out of her voice. “Where’d you come from?”

The monks turned. To a man, their gazes cut through her, sharp and deeply suspicious.

She swallowed in fear. “Where am I? There were tourists. What happened to them?”

Eyes widening, a young monk held up his crucifix. “Woman,” he said, straining to see Anne, “why dost thou speak gibberish? Hast thou no wits?”

“But this is Westminster Abbey, isn’t it?”

“Aye. But if thou seeketh absolution, thou must find the bishop, for we are at prayer.”

Anne took a deep breath and crossed into the light. Gasps exploded from the monks as they gaped at her shorts and bare legs.

“Strumpet! For shame!” a monk shouted.

“Princess of Sodom!” cried another. “Get thee gone!”

Anne backed up, anxious to escape, and quickly turned to avoid the royal tomb directly behind her. She stopped and stared. The place looked nothing like before. Instead of a marble sarcophagus, there was a pile of broken stones heaped on the floor.

She spun toward the monks, still frozen against their misericords. “Where’s the tomb? Queen Elizabeth’s tomb?” she croaked.

“Elizabeth?” The young monk rose to his feet. “Would that the foul heretic were dead! There,” he pointed to the heap of stones, “rests our true Catholic queen, Mary Tudor. God rest her soul.”

“Brother Daniel, silence!” shouted another monk. “If the queen’s men hear thy words of sedition…”

But the young monk, Daniel, shook his head, eyes blazing. “Witch, I’ll send thee back to hell!” He lunged at Anne.

Instinctively, she put up her arms, covering her face in a defensive posture. Then, in disbelief, she realized she felt nothing, no contact with her attacker. She turned just as Brother Daniel tumbled behind her onto Mary Tudor’s grave.

Anne looked down at herself, realizing for the first time she was fading away. Her body looked transparent! “Oh, help!” she shouted, panicked. “Help me!”

She started, blinked, and stared. The monks had vanished, the crowd of tourists surrounding the queens’ tomb the same as before. She held out a trembling hand. Her skin looked as it’d always been—she was whole again.

It took her a moment to get her bearings, to steady herself, but then a voice brought her fully around.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” a woman said. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Anne muttered, even though she knew she wasn’t. Shocked, she looked at her shaky hands, again solid, part of the here and now. She shoved them into her pockets and walked on. What just happened?

She picked up her pace, intent on leaving. She shouldn’t have had that shandy on an empty stomach.

The lights suddenly dimmed, the atmosphere hushed, expectant. Just like before!

She halted in her tracks. Flickering candlelight and deep shadows, no tourists. The Abbey was even darker than it had been when she’d seen the monks.

What the hell is going on?

“Anne! Anne!”

Stunned, she turned. A man in costume ran toward her.

“Go back,” he shouted, “back where it’s safe!”

She stood transfixed. As he came closer, she recognized him—his eyes, the scar.

He halted and pulled her tight against him. “I love you, Anne,” he whispered into her hair, “but you have to go with him. Save yourself.”

“But––”

He stilled her confusion with a tender brush of his lips, and she responded instinctively, their kiss deepening as her body arched against his, her blood ablaze with sudden desire, until the rest of the world seemed very far away.

When he finally drew back, he stared into her eyes, and Anne’s heart seized when she saw his pain, the sheer desperation in his gaze.

The feeling was apparently mutual, because he pulled her close and swore under his breath, “Bloody hell, the bastard will pay for this.”

I don’t understand.

He opened his eyes and stared at something in the distance. “Anne, go now,” his voice cracked, “because I can face anything if I know you’re safe.”

His fingers gently cupped her chin, his touch unleashing more heat. He lifted her face for another kiss, and then—nothing. He was gone. She fought for control, her breathing erratic, her legs threatening to crumble. She touched her lips, still feeling his caress, his soft breath on her skin, but he was gone.

The lights flashed on, the tourists once again milling about, unaware.

“Mummy, they were kissing!”

A small boy pointed at her, but his mother paid no attention.

He saw us! Anne plastered a fake smile on her face until the boy disappeared into the crowd. He saw us, and that means I wasn’t hallucinating. But how? How could Dr. Brandon be here? She touched her lips once more. The way he’d held her, spoken to her, whispered her name, made her believe he was real—and he…

He knew me. But how? A chill enveloped her as the memory of the monk’s stare supplanted Brandon’s.

Trembling, she left the Abbey.

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Cripes! I know how terrified and confused I’d be if I landed smack dab in the middle of another time and place. I look forward to reading A Thornless Rose to learn how Anne handles the situation. Plus I love a good romance!

Okay, everyone. Listen up. Right now the publisher, Entangled, has The Thornless Rose on sale. You can get this marvelous book at its introductory $0.99 price. But this sale will soon end! So hurry on over to your favorite eBook store and get your copy now.

 

Thanks so much, Deborah and Cary, for allowing me to showcase you both and this wonderful book. I know that you have a hectic writing schedule so I appreciate sharing this time with me. Here’s to many more successes with your books!

 

There are numerous ways to find these authors (at least in this life and time). They have kindly supplied a list.

Author Links:

Website – www.morganoneill.com

Newsletter – https://madmimi.com/signups/125219/join

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23723313-the-thornless-rose?from_search=true

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/morgan.oneill.books.12

Twitter – https://twitter.com/AuthorMONeill

 

Buy Links:

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Thornless-Rose-Entangled-Select-Historical-ebook/dp/B00QRW3OH6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1418852004&sr=8-1&keywords=the+thornless+rose

iTunes – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/thornless-rose-entangled-select/id949899897?mt=11

Kobo – http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/the-thornless-rose-entangled-select-historical

B&N – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-thornless-rose-morgan-oneill/1120872044?ean=9781633751767

 

 

Gotta Love Febuary’s $1.99 Crimson Romance Sale

Happy Valentines Day

Happy Valentines Day

If you’ve been thinking about love, you’re in the right month. Not just because this is the month to give Valentines, but because this is the month that love is for sale–er, that didn’t sound quite right! What I mean to say is that for the month of February, you can buy a whole stack of e-book romances for a $1.99 each. Yup. Crimson Romance’s are on sale!

Whether you like sweet, spicy or something in between; historical or contemporary; time travel or paranormal; werewolves or vampires; or a combination of several genres, there is probably a book –likely more than one–that would satisfy your reading needs.

So it’s time to stock up on some great books at great prices. And that’s not all! If you phone in within three minutes you will receive, absolutely free, a …. oops I was going to include a hot hunk for your entertainment, but the shipping would be too much. Sorry. But I’m sure you can find someone on your own. 😉

If you’re not sure where to begin you can always start with my historical novel, Stubborn Hearts. It’s sweet, but a little sexy. You can check it out here: http://www.amazon.com/Stubborn-Hearts-Crimson-Romance-Ritten-ebook/dp/B008O8JYY8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1391308225&sr=8-1&keywords=stubborn+hearts

or you can go to http://amzn.to/1hOhqY2 to see all the books.  Happy reading!

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