In the sixteenth century, Raven De Veaux is escorting a young prince home to take his rightful place on the throne.
During a raging storm he is hit by lightning, experiencing an outer body transformation.
His body is slammed to the ground where he lays unconscious.
In the year 2090, Princess Alphonsine Zyronk is beamed down to the planet Earth when her craft is damaged.
She loses conscientiousness and opens her eyes to discover a strange man lying beside her.
She explains that she’s from the future and tells him that she must return to her time when her craft returns.
But when the time comes, Raven refuses to let her go and he is accidently beamed up with Alphonsine into the future.
It was a glorious England day for living thought Sir Raven De Veaux as he and his men-at-arms trotted through Talon Forest to King Fredrick’s castle. They were escorting Prince Gustave home to take his rightful place on the throne. It was a bittersweet moment for Raven because in order for his beloved prince to reign, the king had to die.
Prince Gustave, only sixteen, had been in hiding since 1521 AD, living deep in the forest with his aunt. Now that the king was ailing, not expected to live much longer, Raven had been summoned to bring the king’s only child home. He had mixed feelings since he had had a hand in rearing the child since birth. He had only been on here for seventeen years, a mere youth, but he had the wisdom of a mature man when he had taken over the responsibility of the safety of an infant. Now thirty-three years of age, besides his wisdom, he had the strength of two men.
It did not hurt to be in King Fredrick’s favor when he had slain a lion that had wandered down from a mountain. ‘Twas about to attack the pregnant queen as she and her servants were gathering herbs just outside the castle walls. His arms were badly clawed, but Raven was cared for and in his convalescing, the queen grew to love him. He was knighted for his bravery and made captain of the king’s army. Raven and his men guarded Prince Gustave and the prince was like a younger brother to him. He had tutored the boy in numbers and letters as well as self-defense. Gustave’s aunt Vesta believed that a prince should not endanger himself in the art of fencing at an early age but Raven insisted.
“’Tis only a wooden sword, milady,” Raven would remind Vesta and laugh at her nail biting habit. “Verily, naught would happen,” he had insisted numerous times.
Aunt Vesta would poo-poo and tsk, tsk him repeatedly but kept her cursing to a minimum until the prince was given a real sword at the age of eight. Then, and only then, did the woman become hysterical and swear, raising holly hell and making Raven’s ears blister. But alas, ’twould do no good, and she would have to watch, claiming that her heart beat wildly in her breast.
Steel against steel, the prince would try to best Raven, but he was the teacher and he proved to be unbeatable. By the time Prince Gustave was ten, he had learned many tricks to unarm any opponent Raven matched him with. Although the boy was still unable to get the better of him, this did not frustrate or deter the lad into giving up. By the time the prince turned sixteen, he was almost as good as Raven. Now the only reason ’twas necessary for the prince to be concealed all those years was because his Uncle Wulfric. The man would like nothing better than to see his nephew slaughtered so he could claim the crown for himself. That was the danger that had been plaguing Raven for all those years.
It was yestermorn when he received a message that the king was dying. He had to tell both the prince and the woman who raised the boy the news. He was not sure how either would take it. He hoped the prince would be happy to go home, and to see his sire, if only for a short time. Raven knew Vesta would not take it lightly, although she knew sooner or later that this day would come. Raising a child for sixteen years is not easy for Vesta, especially one who loves the prince as her own. He decided to tell her first. As he suspected she paled and sat clutching her bosom.
After a few cups of Meade, Vesta dried her eyes and asked, “Have ye told the prince?”
He gulped down the last of his ale and frowned. “Nay, I thought ’tis best I inform ye first. I do nae know how the lad will take leaving here. ‘Tis the only home he has ever known.” He looked into the goblet as if he was reading a message at the bottom. “I think he will be confused.”
“Aye,” replied Vesta. “’Twas nae the life for a boy, especially a prince, that he should be raised in the bowls of the forest, and away from lads his own age. Although I am sad, maybe ‘tis best he go home to his roots.” The old woman wiped away another tear.
Raven stood and kissed her wrinkled cheek. “I will send the prince to ye after I give him the news. “I can see ye are nae happy, my prince,” Raven voiced the obvious.
Gustave shrugged his small shoulders. “I do nae feel anything but uncertainty but I had feared this day for a long time, my friend. I do know that I do nae want to be king, or leave here and my aunt. What do I know about ruling over subjects?”
“Tis understandable, my prince, but ye have a duty. I will be by ye side as long as ye need my service as a tutor and friend.”
Raven stood by as Vesta kissed the prince goodbye, her grey eyes filled water. His prince’s aunt loved the boy as her own, and had nursed him as a babe from the moment Raven placed the infant into her arms. Only two weeks had passed since her own babe had died and her breasts were heavy with milk.
“I love ye mother Vesta,” the prince had declared as they prepared to leave. “I shall miss ye terribly. I wish ye could journey with us,” he said, his own eyes wet.
Vesta sighed sadly and declared, “Now Prince Gustave ye are a young man on your way to take your rightful place on the throne. Ye will make a great king, besides; I am too old to make the trip. My health is no longer what it used to be. Ye are a man now and ye will have great responsibilities to keep ye busy.”
She loosened his grip and smiled wanly. “Ye will be in my heart and mind daily, my sweet boy. Remember I love ye as if ye were of my own flesh and blood. Raven will see that ye are escorted safely to your father’s castle. Be brave and live well.” She kissed his cheek, “God speed.” Before she lost all her composure and will power not to cling to the boy, she turned and entered her humble home.
The prince mounted his horse, wiping away tears. Raven saw Gustave’s raw emotion and looked away so as not to embarrass the young man. He said his goodbyes to Vesta earlier and sadness for the woman and child lay heavy in his heart. He remembered the loss of his own mother, but this parting could not be helped. Squaring his shoulders, Raven raised his hand and turned slightly on his war horse Samson, to speak with his ward; his steed side-stepped and snorted. The animal was much larger than the average horse. Big and mean, bred specifically for war, and Raven trusted Samson with his life, more so than any friend.
They traveled for about two hours when Raven signaled for his men to stop, noticing that the prince was shuddering. Hoping to comfort the lad, Raven said, “Prince Gustave, ye will make a grand king.” The prince looked concerned, an expression that had been plastered on his countenance for the past week, once he had learned of his going home. Home to a kingdom he had never seen and a father he had never met.
He smiled wryly. “Raven, think you? I am nae too sure of this myself.”
Raven touched the boy’s sleeve. “Remember, I will always be by your side. Ye are a smart lad; ye will mature and lead your people as it should be. Your subjects will love ye as they do your father. I am sorry that ye never got to know your sire but as ye know, your uncle tried to kill ye when ye were in the cradle and your mother gave her life to protect ye.”
Prince Gustave sighed. “Why had father not thrown his brother into the dungeon?”
Raven shook his head negatively. “We had no real proof, only suspicions. After your mother was found with her body over yours and a knife in her back, your uncle fled. But if ye should come to any harm, he will surely return to claim the throne. He had a son two years your senior and they are the only other relatives and heirs to the kingdom. ‘Tis rumored that your cousin is as bad as his father. At eighteen, ‘tis said that he raped and murdered a young maiden of thirteen.”
Prince Gustave’s shoulders slouched and he murmured, “Wouldst that I was a mere commoner. I liked living in the forest with Vesta and ye. I am frightened that I shant be a good king.”
Raven did not know what else to say to comfort the boy. He saw the prince’s eyes had a faraway look in them and his expression was tight with strain. “Ye will be fine, I promise,” he said, reassuring the prince as he had many times these past few weeks. No sooner had the words fell from his lips than one of his guards yelled out in pain and the soldier’s eyes were wide with confusion before he slumped over his horse. He fell to the ground with an arrow protruding from his back. Raven pulled out his sword and yelled for his men to surround the prince.
It was as if a third party had entered the fray, a stiff wind ushered in a chill, and dark clouds formed. The beautiful day turned menacing in more ways than one. As the army of soldiers swarmed like locusts, lightning flashed all around and a fury of swords clashed along with thunder. Steel against steel, Raven and his men fought in the downpour until he was the only one left. The stench of blood and horse manure filled his nostrils and terror filled his heart for the prince. He blinked, trying to find Gustave, his heart pounding. Out of the corner of his eyes he spied the prince struggling with a large soldier. His heart shrank in anguish as he kicked his mount to charge, unaware of the enemy behind him. When his helmet was knocked off he felt a blinding pain in his head. Moaning in agony, he clutched his sword and hung fast to his saddle as his world tilted.
Between the ear-splitting thunderclaps there came a cry from the prince, “Raven!” His vision blurred, Raven rubbed the rain from his eyes only to see the prince being led away. As long as he lived, if he did, he would never forget the terror on the boy’s face, and he would never forgive himself for failing. I will be by ye side, mocked him as he tried to remain in the saddle.
Lightning streaked across the sky and rain pelted down like stones blinding him momentarily. Never had he witnessed Mother Nature in such a rage. His war horse whinnied, side-stepped and turned in circles panicking. Steadying himself atop his mount, Raven knew he had to follow. A stabbing pain in his temple was excruciating and his head pained as if he had drunk a keg of mead, but he charged forward, no longer hearing the prince’s cries.
How had this happened? Who knew that he was bringing the prince to his father? There had to be a traitor in his regiment. But who? Every man lay dead in the muddy ground, blood flowed through the cracks in the mud like spider veins. He raised his fist towards the heavens, cursing the gods! He had failed to keep his promise; he was a disappointment to himself, the king and his ward. Raven had to try to catch up to the attackers no matter what. Racing along the forest trail with lightning flashing all around, Samson jumped over a fallen tree. His body seemed to be lifted from his horse. He thought himself delirious because he could swear he was floating upwards, as if he were being transported to another dimension. Then his body slammed against something and Raven fell back to earth. He never felt himself hit the ground.
An extensive collection of poetry about all aspects of life complete with illustrations
"This Book of Poetry is a collection of poems that have a personal meaning to me the author. All the illustrations are my original art work". Thérèse A. Kraemer
This is an extremely funny book by an author who has over 72,000 followers on Twitter @lnnie. He makes you laugh, over and over again.×
One nightmarish day, during the Civil War, a strong, southern woman, Melissa St. Andrew loses her parents and her sister is raped by Union soldiers.
While journeying west she is abducted by Blue Thunder, a handsome White Mountain Apache.
Both being strong willed individuals, they fight the strong attraction as they travel through the hot desert.
At his village, Melissa subsequently saves his life after a serious injury but she’s attacked by a jealous Indian maiden, who wants her dead.
Her life is spared but while Blue Thunder is unconscious from his injury, the chief sends her to a fort.
Blue Thunder discovering Melissa missing, goes after her and brings her back to the tribe.
Once Melissa is accepted, she and Blue Thunder wed, but still, their life doesn’t run smoothly as they have to contend with hate, and prejudice.
This is book 1 in the series
This leads to two sequels, Love by Dawn, and Star Gazer.
“Sergeant, Sir! The men are tired and hungry.” A young soldier in a blue uniform spoke from behind Sergeant Brant Bergeron as he wiped his sweaty brow. He knew he could never adapt to the hot, humid southern climate in Georgia. He and his men were separated from their unit two days ago when the rebels attacked and they had been lost and unsure of where they were heading. He had six soldiers with him, not much older than himself. He didn’t want this war to be his war anymore than the others, but he was here and had to make the best of it.
The men were grumbling. They all had that look in their eyes after seeing friends cut down. It was a look that sent shivers down ones spine. Revenge! Even though he couldn’t get used to all that bloodshed he had to try to keep his men together. He moved slightly in the saddle, trying to get the kinks out of his tired and sore backside. His muscles screamed for attention but he ignored them. Would he find their way back to the main column? He didn’t know this countryside and feared he and his men had wandered too far from the front. This was a quiet place where his detachment sat in the shade. Because horses were scarce, three of the men were on foot but two days ago they fought near a small town, taking the enemy’s soldier’s mounts, the spoils of war. Out here in the countryside the fighting hadn’t arrived, yet. In time, these beautiful fields would be covered with bodies, and the smell of gun power and the stench of blood. Burnout homes will mar the lands. This damn war was taking its toll, not only on people, but on the green land. Man is the only animal in the universe that can cause such destruction; and we call ourselves the civil world. Disgusted and hungry, he turned to his unit.
“We’ll ride a little further. Maybe we’ll come to some sign of life soon. If not, we’ll make camp and hunt for our meals.” The men grumbled to themselves, but they continued until late that morning, when one of the soldiers called, “Look Sarge! Smoke’s coming over that ridge.”
Brant grabbed his spy glasses to get a better look. “Smitty,” he said, “go and check the area, it may be Rebs.” The private gave a sloppy salute, “Yes, Sir.” His men made themselves comfortable and stretched out, closing their eyes for a short nap. He sat and continued to look through the spy glass until he saw Smithy galloping back. Most of the men had started this war on foot, but they managed to get themselves a mount one way or another and he never asked. The private dismounted and grinned. “It’s a cotton plantation, Sarge. The smoke is coming from a chimney. My guess,” Smitty licked his dry lips, “someone’s cooking.”
“Okay, we’ll go peacefully,” Brant suggested. “With any luck, they’ll be just plain folks and---”
“Sure Sarge, just like the Rebs that ambushed us, killing most of the men,” snarled, Smitty. “Me, I’m not waiting to be cordially invited to dine.” Refusing to hear his objection, Smithy jumped on his mount, slapped the horse on its withers, and spurred away. Taken by surprise, Brant tried to call him back, but his orders fell on deaf ears. He was not happy about the feeling in his gut that his men were looking to even the score. The rest of the unit jumped on
their mounts and followed Smitty, also ignoring his pleas to remain civil. But his men were out of control. He knew they were trouble from day one, believing they were intending to desert the first opportunity. He kicked his horse forward and prayed.×
Two women convicted of murder. Only One may survive.
Zandria Adams, living in the present, is executed for murdering her cheating husband.
She meets a handsome angel.
He informs her that she’s been given a second chance,to return to earth to live again.
1856 Selma is being hanged for murdering her cheating husband.
To her horror Zandria awakens in the eighteen hundreds just as a rope around her neck tightens and the floor falls away from her feet..
The angel Seth is sent down to earth as a human with no memory that he’s an angel, to help save one of them.
Many characters in this book have accents and or different speech patterns. The author has attempted to illustrate this phonically. These are not spelling errors.
You find yourself in an alien world. You don't have any memory of how you got there. All you know is that you live in fear of the other inhabitants. Some are vicious and others benign. All you have left are the memories you brought with you. Surviving becomes the only thing you have to look forward to.
Demons are everywhere but they may be just as confused as you
Sarah Flanney, disguised as a male medic, follows her fiancé into the Civil War.
David Kish, a young man from 2014 winds the hands of an old watch backwards and awakens in his own house during the Civil War.
He is taken captive, but escapes taking Sarah as a hostage. Sarah’s Choice takes the reader on a journey to days ago when they
discover that they had changed the outcome of the Civil War.
The story continues with five sequels, Keeper of Her Love,
Time’s Secret, Time over Time, Timeless Love and Keeper of My Heart.
Many characters in this book have accents and or different speech patterns. The author has attempted to illustrate this phonically. These are not spelling errors.
Jett Kirtland falls in love with Spring St. John a beautiful woman framed for robbing a Diamond Exchange by her identical twin sister.
To prove her innocence, Jett must find her twin, who had disappeared many years ago.
a Light Erotica Romance Novella×