Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Virtual Tour - Sacred Legacy (The Branded Trilogy, #3) by Kat Flannery



Sacred Legacy
The Branded Trilogy, #3
by Kat Flannery
Date of Publication: July 31st 2016
Publisher: Imajin Books
Cover Artist: Ryan Thomas Doan
Genre: Historical Western Paranormal Romance

From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Sacred Legacy (The Branded Trilogy, #3) . . .
Historical. Native American. Spiritual Gifts. Gypsies. Protection. Love. Angst. Pain. Hurt. Loss & Lost.  Tsura has made that decision to return to the one place that her mother did not want her to go, Jamestown. She was determined to find the answers and that seemed the only way to get them. Things built gradually to sync a quick pace that lead you on an adventure, suspense, and emotional breakthrough. 

Tsura had much grief upon her. She had people out to kill her and take what was hers. She had her love come back to her life, but was not clearly certain if that was the road to take. All these things brought her pain, struggle, confusion, disconnection, but through it all you could see that she was a strong, stubborn woman that wanted to find her self-confident. 

Red Wolf never imagined that he would see the one woman that hurt him again. He most certainly never expected to be protecting her from those out to get her. Back in that situation where the past and present mixed together and old wounds were opened set the pace for the interaction between Red Wolf and Tsura.

I got me an emotion filled read that had me turning the pages to get to the next scene and the next step in the process for Tsura. I would like to read more of her journey toward this situation. What brought her to this point in her life? Thank you, Kat Flannery. I could feel some of what it may have cost you to pour so much into this one.  I look forward to read more work from you.

INTERVIEW WITH KAT FLANNERY
How would you describe you style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
I am an emotional writer. I strive to place all emotions within my characters.

What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?
I need to have music in the background and depending on the scene will depend on which playlist I use. I also need to burn candles and if it’s cold a foot heater. My mindset is nothing but determination. I am here to write a story and I will finish it. J

Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?
I do all three of these. With some books my characters need more development simply for myself in order to write them, and so I do a complete biography on them. Other times I let the characters come to me as the story develops. And I always people watch.

Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character? If so which one(s)?
I bond with all of my characters. They really do become a part of me. I cry, laugh, and get angry right along with them.

Do you have a character that you have been working on that you can't wait to put to paper?
I do. Her name is Poppy Montgomery, and she is wild. She is the sister of Fern and Ivy Montgomery and will be the second book in my novella series The Montgomery Sisters.

Have you ever felt that there was something inside of you that you couldn't control? If so what? If no what spurs you to reach for the unexperienced?
Not really. I am a pretty laid back person when it comes to personality. There are circumstances that are uncontrollable that happen to people all of the time. When we were told my brother was terminal…that was probably the only time I felt completely helpless. I could not control his illness.
  
Tsura is a Chuvani, and with that comes great power…

BLURB
Desperate to escape the memories that haunt her, Tsura Harris returns to Jamestown, the very place her mother forbade her to go. A gifted Chuvani, Tsura has sworn off all magick, thus making her vulnerable to the Renoldi clan, who wish to kill her and take the pendant that is the key to her power.

Red Wolf is hell-bent on living his life on the sea, until he runs into Tsura on the docks. His pride wounded from her rejection years before, he hoped to never see her again. But when the evil Corsair, Romulus Black, demands to know where she is, Red Wolf must protect her, as is his duty.

But is duty and honor his only reason, or does Red Wolf still carry a flame of love in his heart? And will Tsura finally discover her destiny?

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CHAPTER ONE SACRED LEGACY

Jamestown, Virginia, July 1740

Tsura Harris lifted the hem of her green skirt and stepped up onto the wooden plank. She clutched her reticule in her right hand and reached for the rope with her left. The planked bridge swayed as the boat rocked against the seas. She stared at the water below. White-capped waves crashed along the ship’s hull, rocking the boat. She inhaled, forced her chin up, and took another step. She walked the short distance to the boardwalk, releasing the breath she’d held when her boot touched land. She planted both feet upon the wooden dock and set her shoulders, but the reminder of why she was here intensified the weight upon her chest. Despair was her shadow, and it was with her today.
“Sister!”
Her brother’s deep, masculine shout came from above.
She shaded her eyes from the hot afternoon sun and peered up at him. His stature always shocked her. Micah Walker was six foot with broad shoulders and strong arms, a spitting image of their father, Kade. His white shirt gaped open to show the tanned skin beneath, a sign of too many days out on the water. Long blond hair waved in the breeze. Her handsome brother had his pick of the ladies, but still hadn’t settled down. It was a shame. She knew he wanted children and a wife of his own, but his heart belonged to the sea and time would lend him those favors only when he was ready.
“You must wait,” he called and raced past his men carrying crates of goods onto the wharf.
She placed her bag onto the wooden walk and clasped her gloved hands together.
He reached her, his cheeks glowing and dark eyes lit with mischief. Before she could discourage him, he picked her up and swung her around. Her boots kicked the bag, knocking it over, as his strong arms held her tight.
Micah had always been affectionate. He never shied away from holding her hand, kissing her cheek, or teasing her like a brother would. He’d come to her side when she needed him the most. When her life had fallen apart, and she couldn’t see past her own misery to pick herself up. He had carried her, and she loved him for it.
“You cannot go off without wishing me well.” He smiled down at her.
“If you would simply release me, I’d be able to make it so,” she retorted. He was the only one, aside from her mother and father, who she allowed to touch her.
“Very well, nit.” He set her in front of him. The nickname he used for her was one of endearment and came from her pestering him as a child.
“Thank you.” She smoothed her skirt before bringing her eyes to meet his.
“You do not need to do this.”
She glanced away unable to stare at him any longer.
“Come sail with me.”
She shook her head. The urge to leave caused her legs to shake. She couldn’t be around him any longer. His cheerful disposition haunted her and made her think of things she’d rather forget.
“I know you don’t want to speak of this, but—”
“No, Micah.”
“Tsura, you need to forgive—”
“Forgiveness is not within my heart.”
“It surely is.”
She shook her head, careful not to release the many pins holding her thick corkscrew curls in a loose chignon.
“It is in all of us.”
She glared at her brother.
“Do not speak to me of forgiveness, brother. My heart is cold to it.”
His dark eyes watered, and she knew her words had hurt him, but she didn’t care. It was better this way—it was easier.
“Will you not reconsider?”
 “No.”
“Please stay. I will protect you.”
Protection was not what she needed. She could care less if she died. It’d be a relief from the constant pain she felt each day.
“I should’ve taken you to mother and father.”
“Do not speak to them of my presence here.”
“They will understand.”
“Not one word.”
Micah sighed. “As you wish.”
“I must go.” Anger pressed on her spine, and she straightened.
His shoulders dropped.
“Be safe. Trust no one.”
She nodded.
“I port back in Jamestown one month to this day. You will be here.”
It was not a question, and she didn’t know if a month would be enough. Would the time between then and now ever fade from her soul? Would she be ready to return? She didn’t know if she could go back and so she didn’t answer.
“Hiram knows of you coming?”
“He does.”
“Very well.” He straightened and smiled. “Know that I love you.”
She fought the tears. If Micah saw one ounce of sadness within her, he’d throw her back aboard the Jade and take her with him.
“As I you.” She refused to say the words.
He picked up her bag and handed it to her.
“Thank you. Now go. You have work to do and whores to see.” She smirked.
“Ah, that I do.” He pulled her into a final embrace. “You will find your way. I am sure of it.” He held her away from him, and his eyes searched hers. “Remember who you are.”
She pressed on his chest and stepped out of his embrace. She couldn’t help the furrow of her brow or the set of her chin. The reminders of the life she led were never to be forgotten, and because of that she’d be forever lost.
Micah sensed the change in her and left it alone. He bowed, and with a final kiss to her forehead he walked away.
She turned, unable to watch him go, raised to believe it was a sign of weakness, of regret to watch one leave your life. This was meant to be. The world around her had tilted, and even though she wanted nothing more than to go back in time to the lavish house on the hill where she’d felt content, where laughter was but an expression upon her lips, she could not. What had been was no more, and she’d do right to remember it. One year had passed, but the ache inside her soul still remained
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Author Info
Kat Flannery’s love of history shows in her novels. She is an avid reader of historical, suspense, paranormal, and romance. She has her Certificate in Freelance and Business Writing. A member of many writing groups, Kat enjoys promoting other authors on her blog. She’s been published in numerous periodicals throughout her career.

Her debut novel CHASING CLOVERS has been an Amazon Top 100 Paid bestseller. LAKOTA HONOR and BLOOD CURSE (Branded Trilogy) are Kat’s two award-winning novels and HAZARDOUS UNIONS is Kat’s first novella. Kat is currently hard at work on her next book.
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