An avid reader of romance,history and the paranormal, I tend to combine the three in my writings. Lost in the Mist of Time was inspired with a trip to Ireland where my brothers and I enjoyed its charming beauty, along with its interesting history and legends. One of our more unusual tours we took was to St. Michan’s Church, founded in 1095. For five hundreds years, it was the only parish in Dublin, north of the River Liffey. The main attraction lies in the vaults underneath the church where four mummified remains are on display. No one knows the identity of these four people that were worthy to be buried on such sacred grounds. I found that it would be an intriguing prospect to weave a tale around an added inhabitant, bringing him back to life so to speak. It would be his story about how he lived, and loved; however, it would be with a twist: a chance to change his fate.

The layers of time are delicate; sometimes the past intertwines with the future, making it possible to slip through… I have always been intrigued with the possibility of being able to reach back in time and change the past. Common sense says influencing the past is impossible, but I can't help but wonder: what if I could?


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Accomplishments:

November Feature book selection at All Books Review. Best Fantasy Romance for 2006 at New Books Review!

The Object of Romance Anthology made the Top Ten at Preditors and Editors (#5)


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The Object of Romance Anthology is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other online bookstores. Highland Press has accepted The Spirit of Love for their Second Time Around Anthology. It will be available 2008. Dark Tarot Publishing has accepted "Destiny's Prerogative" for the Lover's Card. Available 2008 in e-book and print. Prepared to be enchanted! Check out my pictures of Ireland on my website at www.kmnbooks.com. The photos are a few of the places that you read about in Lost in the Mist of Time.

Here's an Excerpt to Destiny's Prerogative

Prologue
Gabriel felt exhausted from the changes that racked his body. At thirty, this was a normal function for a werejaguar—-a nagual. The transition would have run smoothly if he had chosen a mate wisely. He hadn’t and now he would pay for it. With only two and half weeks left before the new moon, time had run out for him. The chances of him pulling through the were-flux were slim to none.

In is compromised state, he knew he shouldn’t channel, but he heard the call for help. There was a lost soul out there and a nagual's duty was to guide those in the spirit world to safety. He couldn't abandon the soul even if it meant he'd be weakened further.

He concentrated, letting himself relax, to drift, letting the soul pull him. He picked up the essence. The soul was female. She was scared, and confusion guided her movements through the spirit world, leaving her between worlds—between life and death.

He probed further, needing to know if he should guide the soul to the otherworld or back to her body. “She’s strong.” He was pleased to know. She hadn’t been separated by her physical form for very long. There was still time. She could live if she so wished.

He opened his eyes and his eyebrows lifted in surprise. In this plane, the soul created the atmosphere. She designed a world his nagual form could appreciate. There was lush foliage, a running river and trees that lined the horizon. Perhaps the woman had a natural closeness with animals. He shifted to his jaguar form with ease.

He breathed in and his nostrils filled with her scent. She was near, running toward him. He would wait for her by the river.

She broke through the trees with a flash of brightness that nearly blinded him and her sweet smell intoxicated every pore of his being. He wished he could see what she looked like in her human form, but when the soul was separated from the physical body, they projected only light. The purer the soul, the brighter they appeared.

Her hesitation alerted him. He was convinced she viewed him as the jaguar. Usually the soul chose to see something else, someone they were comfortable with in life---a parent, a lover, or friend. She was indeed a unique woman.

"Don't be afraid," he told her.

“Oh God.” Her eyes widened. She backed up, turned and ran.

Time was slipping away for her. She couldn’t leave. Without thinking he went after her. He leaped bringing her down. For a moment he witnessed a glimpse of her true form. He'd touched her soul, but he couldn't worry about the consequences of his actions now. Time was of the essence. “Don’t run,” he whispered in her ear. “I only wish to help you.” He stepped away from her, giving her space.

She scrambled to her feet.

"I'll not harm you," he told her. He concentrated and changed to his human form, hoping to put her at ease. He wished he wasn't so weak. He needed to be strong or he'd lose her. "You need to come with me.”

I don’t understand,” she stammered.

“We don’t have much time.” He glanced over his shoulder. The window for her was already closing. He looked at her again. “Take my hand.” He held it out to her. “Please. I only want to help you. It’s not your time. You have to go back.”

“Where?

"Back to your body. If you don’t go soon, you’ll die." He paused, waiting for her decision. He hoped she would chose life. He sensed a woman who would make a difference in the world, a woman he would be honored to meet. He sighed with regret. He would never make her acquaintance. His fate was sealed, but he could still save her. “It is your prerogative, but choose with haste.” Pain racked him and he couldn't hold the human illusion and he changed back to the jaguar. "It's still me," he hurried to tell her. “Your eyes do not deceive you.”

“You’re a jaguar.”

“Please trust me. Will you let me help you?”

Again the brightness of her soul revealed a part of her, proving she was comfortable with him, a rarity with humans who didn’t come from the shaman lineage. He waited patiently and she rewarded him with her answer.

"Yes."