Showing posts with label author Sherry Boardman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label author Sherry Boardman. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
The Heroine Has An Attitude!!
Monday, October 22, 2012
MISTRESS OF THE KEEP Time Travel Historical Romance
Just released on Amazon.Has a friend ever disappeared without advising others of a planned trip never be heard from again? It is recorded that past lives is a possibility. Deja vu is a term often used to describe a feeling of being in a certain place in another time, while destiny is said to be the final calling to resolve past life issues and put the matters to rest. Is it probable that time travel is the answer? Mistress of the Keep is a time travel historical romance with characters whose basic needs are the same as others. Should centuries separating them be an issue? Not in this instance. Adult content. Approximately 45,000 words. Please Like my book's page so I will know I have had visitors.♥
http://www.amazon.com/Mistress-of-the-Keep-ebook/dp/B009TWUIV6
Presently, I am working on another historical romance, The Mercenary and the Archer (who has a real attitude). This one has been fun because the heroine is someone the hero must learn to tame or at least convince her to keep her mouth shut. Watch for a December release.
Happy Autumn to All! Really pleasant temperatures in Texas.
Monday, October 8, 2012
THE ABBOTT SAGA - Box Set of Two. Yes, 2!
The Abbott Saga combines two lengthy historical romance novels now under one title. Romance, fantasy, paranormal...they are all there. The reader will receive approximately 200,000 words in e-book form for leisurely evenings or whenever time is found for reading. Adult content. Regional dialect.Shadows o'er Killarney, set in 1789 Ireland on the heels of the Irish Revolution, begins when a recent young widow travels from the stark Irish coast to live with her aunt and uncle in the lavish garden spot of Killarney. However, trouble soon finds its way to the area. Jenny's fears of the future are quieted when a small creature is discovered in the forest near the lough. His tiny star burst eyes are full of promise as he tells her a treasure is coming by water to endure forever. Gold? Treasures are not always found in chests, Goliath tells her. Jonathan and a close friend are dispatched by England's king to Ireland to do the king's business by asking the Irish to join England's cause and have a voice in parliament. When Jonathan steps onto the Emerald Isle, he is in no way prepared for the chaos from a fiery tempered red head who holds on to her cultural values when he tries to invoke his on her. However, this is a romance, and romance does develop between the two. But an accident threatens the happily ever after when Jonathan thinks he will never again be a complete man. It is up to Jenny to convince him she knows everything will turn into rainbows...of course. Goliath told her so.
The companion novel to Shadows is Pipes in the Mist. Without giving away everything in the first novel, the Abbotts move to England and have a daughter they name Heather. She is special in that she evidently inherited her mother's gift of intuition and sight. An example is seeing swirls of mist whirl around a young man from Scotland and the "voice" assures her 'this is the one.' But her dream shatters and becomes a nightmare. Her world is suddenly turned upside down because of Stirling's problems with his laird father and the clan. It's complicated!
Romance. Fantasy. Paranormal. All with backdrops of beautiful emerald Ireland, roaming hills of England, and the stark mountain peaks of Scotland. Available on Amazon and Smashwords. Soon on Noon, Apple, Sony, Kobo, and others. Two for one. What a deal for $5.99!
http://www.amazon.com/The-Abbott-Saga-ebook/dp/B009LSMH58
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Portal to Loch Doon Exerpt
Several have inquired why an except of my best selling book has not been offered on here. I believe I have found one that will give a feeling of the before and, perhaps, what is to come. It follows Marcella's unexpected journey back in time to Loch Doon, Scotland, and she encounters a tall, handsome Scotsman on the banks of the loch. Enjoy.
The distant low thunder spurred him into action. Leaning down, he checked to be certain she was still breathing. Slow and steady breaths were a good sign. She would be all right until he retrieved the boat and returned. He removed his plaid and covered the length of her. After a few strides in his boat's direction, he glanced back over his shoulder to be certain there had been no change.
Within a short time, everything and everyone was loaded, and Robert strained against the oars to gain the far shore across from the castle ruins. He kept a wary eye on the sky. Mist traveling toward them was now visible and would reach the area in a short time. He remembered a deserted hut not far from the bank and directed the small transport toward the area. That would be more sensible than trying to reach Doon Brae since it was still a short trek over the hill. He guided the boat up onto the low bank and jumped out to tether it. Then, he turned to his next duty of unloading.
He was about to strike the flint to light the rush candle in the diminutive room when he heard a moan. He finished his task and turned to the one on the undersized straw cot. An unstable chair was pulled to its side, and he carefully positioned himself in the event it went crashing to the floor. Looking down at his uninvited visitor, curious blue eyes met his.
"Welcome back, lass," he said.
Marcella reached up and pulled the cloth from her head. She tried to rise, but failed in the effort and dropped back down to the hard mattress.
"Wait a bit before ye try tae move around," he advised.
There were no words coming to mind for her to question anything. It was all a muddle of thoughts. The stomach growl caused a frown.
Robert heard the signs of hunger. "Ah hae th' fish tae cook, but it will tak' a bit ay time."
Her throat was like cotton. The discarded cloth was located and she wiped it across her mouth.
Seeing her distress, he rose and went to get the skin of water. Returning, he made an effort to smile and again raised her head for her to take a few sips. She pushed it away when she had enough.
"Thank you," she croaked. "Do I still have my bag?"
He nodded. The glassy eyed stare hinted she still wasn't entirely conscious.
"There is a candy bar in it."
"A candy bar?" he asked. He had never heard of candy being on a bar. But he shrugged and reached for the bag. Peering in, he saw an assortment of articles. Most were unfamiliar to him. Everything he pulled out and held up to her was regarded and when she shook her head, he would return the item and dig for the next. "Close tae bottomless," he muttered.
"Blue wrapping paper," she said. "Soft insides."
Frowning, he kept searching. Finally, his fingers wrapped around an unusual object and he squeezed the soft insides. Grunting, he held it up and was rewarded with a hint of a smile.
Marcella reached for it and tore at the wrapper with what strength she possessed. The bed was far less adequate than her soft queen sized mattress in her apartment, wherever that was at the moment. "Would you help me to sit up, sir?" Her brows furrowed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't believe we had a chance to be formally introduced."
Robert finally relaxed and chuckled. "Nae, I believe no," he said. "MacKerra. Robert MacKerra of Clan Fergusson."
It was an effort, but Marcella propped up on her elbows and looked at him. A flush crept up her throat to her face. "Clan?" She looked down at the length of material still covering her. Not just an attractive piece of textile. It was an identification plaid of clan colors. Bands of forest green and dark blue were crisscrossed with red and white stripes. She fingered the lightweight, obviously hand-loomed wool. Her eyes flashed back at him. "Clan?" she repeated.
"Och aye. A sept o' the Fergusson clan." It was simple to him. What was so difficult for her to comprehend?
The petite form collapsed back to the bed. Quickly vacating the chair, he drew closer to the cot to be certain she had not left him again. Her eyes were searching the ceiling. The candy bar hadn't been eaten, and he picked it up and offered it to her. She definitely needed something hardier, but he dared not leave her to begin cleaning the fish. Her head turned to him and tears had filled her eyes. Without a thought, he smoothed the hair back from her face. "Lass, perhaps ye should eat this wee sweet tae provide some strength while Ah cook us a bite."
Nodding, she took the bar and pulled back the paper. She studied him while nibbling the rich candy.
"We will visit when I get supper afire," he said. "Thaur be mony questions we baith hae." He turned to begin his task.
There was one question in the forefront of her mind she had to know. "I would like to ask one now, if you please?"
He turned back to her, giving her his full attention. "Aye. Which would 'at be?"
"What year is this?"
After hesitating because he didn't know if she really needed to know the answer at this precise moment, he knew he had to. "'Tis 1698."
The remains of the candy bar dropped to the mattress as she held his stare. "It cannot be!" she finally responded through stiff lips. "It is the 21st century. I live in an upscale apartment in Henderson, Florida. I am a high school teacher and have just completed the school year. And I will wake up from this nightmare any minute."
Portal to Loch Doon
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0058KS2NO
The distant low thunder spurred him into action. Leaning down, he checked to be certain she was still breathing. Slow and steady breaths were a good sign. She would be all right until he retrieved the boat and returned. He removed his plaid and covered the length of her. After a few strides in his boat's direction, he glanced back over his shoulder to be certain there had been no change.
Within a short time, everything and everyone was loaded, and Robert strained against the oars to gain the far shore across from the castle ruins. He kept a wary eye on the sky. Mist traveling toward them was now visible and would reach the area in a short time. He remembered a deserted hut not far from the bank and directed the small transport toward the area. That would be more sensible than trying to reach Doon Brae since it was still a short trek over the hill. He guided the boat up onto the low bank and jumped out to tether it. Then, he turned to his next duty of unloading.
He was about to strike the flint to light the rush candle in the diminutive room when he heard a moan. He finished his task and turned to the one on the undersized straw cot. An unstable chair was pulled to its side, and he carefully positioned himself in the event it went crashing to the floor. Looking down at his uninvited visitor, curious blue eyes met his.
"Welcome back, lass," he said.
Marcella reached up and pulled the cloth from her head. She tried to rise, but failed in the effort and dropped back down to the hard mattress.
"Wait a bit before ye try tae move around," he advised.
There were no words coming to mind for her to question anything. It was all a muddle of thoughts. The stomach growl caused a frown.
Robert heard the signs of hunger. "Ah hae th' fish tae cook, but it will tak' a bit ay time."
Her throat was like cotton. The discarded cloth was located and she wiped it across her mouth.
Seeing her distress, he rose and went to get the skin of water. Returning, he made an effort to smile and again raised her head for her to take a few sips. She pushed it away when she had enough.
"Thank you," she croaked. "Do I still have my bag?"
He nodded. The glassy eyed stare hinted she still wasn't entirely conscious.
"There is a candy bar in it."
"A candy bar?" he asked. He had never heard of candy being on a bar. But he shrugged and reached for the bag. Peering in, he saw an assortment of articles. Most were unfamiliar to him. Everything he pulled out and held up to her was regarded and when she shook her head, he would return the item and dig for the next. "Close tae bottomless," he muttered.
"Blue wrapping paper," she said. "Soft insides."
Frowning, he kept searching. Finally, his fingers wrapped around an unusual object and he squeezed the soft insides. Grunting, he held it up and was rewarded with a hint of a smile.
Marcella reached for it and tore at the wrapper with what strength she possessed. The bed was far less adequate than her soft queen sized mattress in her apartment, wherever that was at the moment. "Would you help me to sit up, sir?" Her brows furrowed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't believe we had a chance to be formally introduced."
Robert finally relaxed and chuckled. "Nae, I believe no," he said. "MacKerra. Robert MacKerra of Clan Fergusson."
It was an effort, but Marcella propped up on her elbows and looked at him. A flush crept up her throat to her face. "Clan?" She looked down at the length of material still covering her. Not just an attractive piece of textile. It was an identification plaid of clan colors. Bands of forest green and dark blue were crisscrossed with red and white stripes. She fingered the lightweight, obviously hand-loomed wool. Her eyes flashed back at him. "Clan?" she repeated.
"Och aye. A sept o' the Fergusson clan." It was simple to him. What was so difficult for her to comprehend?
The petite form collapsed back to the bed. Quickly vacating the chair, he drew closer to the cot to be certain she had not left him again. Her eyes were searching the ceiling. The candy bar hadn't been eaten, and he picked it up and offered it to her. She definitely needed something hardier, but he dared not leave her to begin cleaning the fish. Her head turned to him and tears had filled her eyes. Without a thought, he smoothed the hair back from her face. "Lass, perhaps ye should eat this wee sweet tae provide some strength while Ah cook us a bite."
Nodding, she took the bar and pulled back the paper. She studied him while nibbling the rich candy.
"We will visit when I get supper afire," he said. "Thaur be mony questions we baith hae." He turned to begin his task.
There was one question in the forefront of her mind she had to know. "I would like to ask one now, if you please?"
He turned back to her, giving her his full attention. "Aye. Which would 'at be?"
"What year is this?"
After hesitating because he didn't know if she really needed to know the answer at this precise moment, he knew he had to. "'Tis 1698."
The remains of the candy bar dropped to the mattress as she held his stare. "It cannot be!" she finally responded through stiff lips. "It is the 21st century. I live in an upscale apartment in Henderson, Florida. I am a high school teacher and have just completed the school year. And I will wake up from this nightmare any minute."
Portal to Loch Doon
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0058KS2NO
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/69907
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
CHILDREN'S QUIET TIME by Sherry Boardman
Children's Quiet Time, a collection of four short stories, has been published on Amazon for children ages 6 and up. They can be read aloud to those who can't yet read, or more experienced readers can read to themselves. A variety of stories are included:
Bump in the Night - five girls at a slumber party have an uninvited guest. (a little spooky)
The Whirlybird - a young boy is ecstatic when a helicopter has to land on his roof.
One Is A Lonely Number - a little lady has trouble finding a playmate
How Are You, Mr. Ryan? - a young boy must decide how he can protect his treasures, one being an autographed baseball glove, when flood water threatens his home. (This is a title previously published as a single.)
Children's Quiet Time can be found on Amazon, http://www.amazon.com/Childrens-Quiet-Time-ebook/dp/B008F27RY2, and will soon be listed on my website, http:sherryboardman.com.
Hope everyone is staying cool!!
Bump in the Night - five girls at a slumber party have an uninvited guest. (a little spooky)
The Whirlybird - a young boy is ecstatic when a helicopter has to land on his roof.
One Is A Lonely Number - a little lady has trouble finding a playmate
How Are You, Mr. Ryan? - a young boy must decide how he can protect his treasures, one being an autographed baseball glove, when flood water threatens his home. (This is a title previously published as a single.)
Children's Quiet Time can be found on Amazon, http://www.amazon.com/Childrens-Quiet-Time-ebook/dp/B008F27RY2, and will soon be listed on my website, http:sherryboardman.com.
Hope everyone is staying cool!!
Monday, June 11, 2012
Shadows o'er Killarney
Just pushed CreateSpace's Publish button. Shadows o'er Killarney will soon be available in print. Editing took some time for the longer novel since the author must use a specific trim size and the manuscript must be reformatted, then edited over and again.This historical romance-fantasy will be 6x9, 313 pages. I'm excited to have my third one is print following Portal to Loch Doon and The Other Side of Midnight. An autograph party is definitely in the near future since I now have something to sign. Feels good.
To view all of my work, you can visit my Website and click on the links to take you directly to a selected book site. http://sherryboardman.com
It's getting hot here is Texas. However, it is summer. After a lifetime here, why would I expect any different? If you have special vacation plans, be safe, but have a great time!
To view all of my work, you can visit my Website and click on the links to take you directly to a selected book site. http://sherryboardman.com
It's getting hot here is Texas. However, it is summer. After a lifetime here, why would I expect any different? If you have special vacation plans, be safe, but have a great time!
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