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Welcome to the 2017 edition of the COLOR OF LOVE Blog Hop co-hosted by Empi Baryeh, Kiru Taye, Nana Prah, and Love Bites and Silk. This year’s hop is on from today 23 November to 3 December 2017.
We’re celebrating People of Color in romance and offering you a chance to discover new books and new authors, as well as giving you a chance to win prizes. We have 30 blogs participating this year, each featuring an interracial or multicultural romance book!
This year, we’re doing things a little differently. We’ve separated the cash and book prizes so more people can win:
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We’re introducing daily book prizes. Be sure to comment on blog posts and join the conversation on our FACEBOOK EVENT PAGE for a chance to win one of our 24 book prizes.
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One lucky visitor to my blog will win digital copies of three great reads by three great authors!
Once Upon a Princess Duet by Deborah A. Bailey
Cinderella and the Wolf Prince by Siren Allen
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On Monday, December 4th, a random winner will be chosen and receive all three books!
My 5-Star Review of Once Upon a Princess Duet
Fairytales were my first favorite childhood genre, and in my later years, I haven’t strayed too far from them. The list continues to grow of fairytale mash-ups, retellings, dark, and inspired versions. A few missed the mark, but most get it right. Once Upon a Princess Duet nails it!
In Heart of Stone, we have Leesa, princess leader of a kingdom in ruins. Those who killed her family and destroyed the land are gone too. Leesa ekes out a living for her grandmother and the people of her village the best way she can.
This leads Leesa to search for treasures at Silver Palace, also in ruins and once home to her betrothed who never returned from the war.
Leesa is caught by Willem, the gargoyle, self-proclaimed guardian of the castle ruins. He makes Leesa an offer—stay with him in the castle for three weeks and he will give her all she needs to care for her village.
This grownup version of Beauty & the Beast doesn’t deliver a wide-eyed, naïve ingenue and a loathsome beast, but a thirty-year-old woman who’s left her days of royalty and privilege behind and a snarky, supernatural creature who may or may not be just a bit pervy. *HA! *
The bargain is not an easy one even as a guarded trust grows between the mismatched couple.
Trouble arrives in the forms of Lester and Sir Kyle, who’s determined to take the castle’s hidden riches… and Leesa as his wife.
With problems temporarily abated, Willem releases Leesa from their agreement, insisting she leaves before the nefarious Kyle returns with backup. Leesa is reluctant to leave—she has come to care for the gargoyle—and wants to fulfill her part of the agreement… and perhaps even help free Willem from the enchantment which binds him to the castle.
Trouble returns, and it is chaotic. Leesa’s resolve weakens as she believes she’s lost someone else important to her. It builds to an excellent ending, which for me, could have gone on and on.
While she only appears in a few pages near story’s end, Polly, a no-nonsense barmaid from town, leaps to the top of my favorite characters list. Polly wasn’t up for any foolishness and did not suffer fools lightly.
In Beauty and the Faun, Kayla and her mother are taken in by her uncle after Kayla’s father dies.
Although they are equals, Kayla and Julia, her mother, are treated as servants…like Cinderella. The good-natured women don’t mind… much, as they both miss their life living in the woods with Christopher, Kayla’s late father.
When Julia fell in love with Christopher, a woodsman, her family didn’t consider him good enough for Julia and she had to choose—her wealthy family and easy life or poverty with Christopher. Of course, Julia chose love with no regrets. But illness took Christopher all too soon.
Now Kayla learns Sir Frederick, her uncle, and a habitual gambler is ready to marry her off to help settle his gambling debts.
The plan is to marry Kayla off to the son of a king. Usually a coveted betrothal, King Reynard has been unable to find a bride for his son because Reynard is a wolf-shapeshifter and his son… changes into things. The young prince is also said to be wild and disappears for weeks at a time.
Despite Kayla and Julia’s objections, the wedding plans proceed, so Kayla decides to solve her own problem.
Striking a deal with fellow servant, Jackon, Kayla plans to go into the village and find a job so she can take care of her mother and be away from Frederick’s control. Jackon tricks Kayla and leads her into an attempted kidnapping. Kayla escapes and eventually ends up with Del, a woodland faun.
Loved the twists and turns of this quick read which included a wedding ball, a fairy godmother and… pomegranate.
Leesa and Kayla are two great characters—women just trying to figure it all out. They’re not sitting around waiting to be rescued, but Prince Charming does arrive… in his own way! You’ll enjoy rooting for their happily-ever-afters.
I highly recommend these two engaging fairytale sendups. But, don’t buy them for your twelve-year-old. Yes, there’s sex, (but it’s not over-the-top). We grow up, why can’t our fairytales?
Color Of Love 2017 Featured Books
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|1.||Author Kiru Taye (INT)||11.||Georgia Lyn Hunter||21.||Tasha L. Harrison|
|2.||Author Nana Prah (INT)||12.||Sharon C. Cooper||22.||Kay Blake|
|3.||Author Empi Baryeh (INT)||13.||Reana Malori||23.||J.L. Campbell|
|4.||LBAS Book Blogs (INT)||14.||Elle Wright||24.||Sheena Binkley|
|5.||RWOWA (INT)||15.||Candace Shaw||25.||Bex n Books (INT)|
|6.||Sexy Romance Novels (INT)||16.||Author/Blogger Shonda Brock||26.||Natalina Reis|
|7.||Felicia Denise, Author||17.||L. Loren (INT)||27.||Dahlia Donovan (Int)|
|8.||Sharita Lira, Author||18.||Koko Brown||28.||Debra Elise|
|9.||Freddy MacKay||19.||Siren Allen||29.||Kim Golden|
|10.||Platypire Reviews||20.||Amaka Azie||30.||Kai Tyler (INT)|
Myrtle Viellot focused on her knitting as her husband, Mendel, paced in front of her.
“You’re going to wear yourself out, Mendel. Sit down.”
Incredulous at her suggestion, he gestured wildly.
“Sit down? What is wrong with you, Myrtle? Aren’t you worried about Theodore? He’s been gone two days.”
She set her yarn work aside.
“I am worried, honey. But you know trips across the valley take longer during this time of year. He’s a smart boy. I’m sure he’ll remember everything you taught him.”
Walking over to the snack can, Mendel palmed a wing full of sunflower seeds.
“I just hope I told him enough. Did I tell him about hollowed out trees? I told him about hollowed out trees, right? And not to wander too close to the marsh at Duckford, right? I told him, right Myrtle?”
Clucking, Myrtle tried to hide her frustration.
“Honey, why don’t you go strut around the grove for a spell? You need to relax and stop getting yourself so worked up. Theo’s going to come through the brush any time now.”
“I know you’re right, dear. It’s just so many of us disappear every fall. Even though there are dozens of farms breeding distant family members for someone’s holiday meal, we still have to deal with Mr. Big Bad Walk-on-the-wild-side Nature Guy, intent on bagging his own turkey.”
Myrtle smoothed his ruffled feathers.
“You’re still doing it, dear.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be in the grove if Theo comes in.”
Myrtle clicked her beak watching her husband fly away from their nest. She was worried about Theo too. But all the families in the Great Grove fretted over missing family members.
Myrtle puffed out her feathers, taking her own advice. Worrying was useless and made her molt. She had to believe her youngest jake would be home when the flocks came together under the forest canopy before the Big Cold moved in.
Mendel saw his friend, Radford, perched on a low-hanging branch. Settling down next to him, Mendel looked across the glen at what had Radford’s attention. He gobbled.
“They never learn, do they?”
“Nope. But we were the same way when we were young toms.”
“True, but we didn’t overdo it like that. All the strutting and displays this close to the Big Cold are wasted. Better to save it for mating in spring.”
“Oh, right. Because you showed so much restraint at that age.”
The toms gobbled together knowing they’d both shared… and had eaten their share of wild oats.
“I guess we’re lucky we can remember those days. It means we’re still here.”
Radford could tell his friend’s heart was heavy.
“Theo’s not back yet, huh?”
“No. And he’s never been gone this long before.”
“C’mon, Men. He’s a young jake approaching tomhood. You know the nature… thinking nothing can hurt you and you’ll live forever.”
“I know, Rad. Just… this time of year.”
Before Radford could respond, he and Mendel were knocked from their branch.
Gobbling and drumming to untangle their feathers, the toms were about to run for cover when they saw what hit them.
Mendel danced around, purring and kee-keeing, happy to see his youngest.
“I was worried sick, son. Come. We must share the news of your return with your mother.
Mendel clicked his beak.
“What’s wrong, son?”
“I-I overheard the Goulds and Merriams talking a few days ago.”
“What have I told you about listening to them? You know how their kind is…. always all gloom and doom.”
“They said the food isn’t coming back.”
“Of course, it isn’t, Theo. The Big Cold is coming. Food is always scarce this time of year.”
“No, dad. Their elder said even when it was Sun Time, it was hard to find food… because of the Big Burn.”
Radford gobbled. “That is true, Men. The hens have had to go further from home for food, and don’t even think about building a new nest. Padding our old ones is near impossible.”
“I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves, Rad.” Mendel turned to Theo. “But what has this to with you being gone so long?”
Theodore chirped, beating his wings against his chest.
“I found a place for us to go. A place with plenty of food.”
“What?” The toms said in unison.
“I was over near the marsh, and-”
“What did I tell you about the marsh-”
“Dad, just listen, please. I met this older tom named Vernon. He was having difficulty flying. The guy’s a bit on the plump side. But he admitted he’d been eating too well and too much since he moved in with his cousin, Prunella.”
“Son, what does-”
“Let me finish dad. When I asked him about it, he said there was so much food, their flock couldn’t eat it all.”
“And you believed him?”
“Nope. I made him take me there. It’s all true. Pastures full of vegetables and seeds, trees full of fruits and nuts, and there’s a marsh full of ducks.”
“How can this be?” Radford walked closer to Theo. “No one has ever allowed us or the ducks to roam and eat freely. We have to be on-guard even in the protected space.”
“That’s what I told Vernon. And guess what he said? No one is allowed to take turkeys or ducks from the land. It’s called private property.”
Mendel strutted around the bush.
“I don’t know, son. We’ve seen this before. Lure us is, then turkeys go missing. Remember cousin Boris and his flock?”
“I know, dad. But I was there. And Vernon said the people are something called vegetarians and vegans.”
Mendel and Radford looked at each other.
“What do those names mean?”
Theo fluttered. “They mean the people don’t eat meat.”
The toms blustered about yelping and cackling until a small group of their flock joined them. Theo told his story again, and more turkeys danced about.
“Before we get carried away, this place needs to be checked out,” Radford suggested.
“Agreed.” Mendel turned to his son. “Think you can find this place again?”
“Are you kidding? Yeah. It’s just beyond the apple place.”
Mendel and the group agreed to meet again after sunset.
“Come on, Theo. We still need to let your mother know you’re safe and tell her about this new place.”
The tom and his jake took off for their nesting roost. Just as they landed, Mendel glanced at Theo.
“Son, you didn’t tell me if this new place has a name.”
“Sure does, dad. It’s called Fowlerville.”
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