My lovely and talented Wild Rose sistah JEAN M. GRANT is visiting today, telling us all about the third book in her trilogy, A HUNDRED LIES, which is up for preorder right now at the incredible price of 99cents! Jean shared with me a little about the road to publication for this third book and I thought it might be nice to hear about a writer’s process from an exceptional writer!
Tying a Trilogy Together
What seemed ages ago, but in the grand scheme of life, was only about 6 or 7 years ago, I sat down to write another manuscript. With three “practice” novels written but shelved, I dug into a new story. I changed my time period from the 12th to the 13th century (the heart of the Scottish Wars of Independence), wove a mystical element into the storyline, and on some invaluable advice from an agent, worked the heck out of that story to give it twists and turns to excite my reader.
In 2017, A Hundred Kisses was born with the publishing house The Wild Rose Press. But my medieval muse was not done with me yet. Characters like to pester an author, and the backstory of the heroine’s parents nagged at me. And guess what? When I looked at historical events thirty years prior to the timeline of the first book (which was 1296, and I looked back to 1263), lo and behold, it was a time rife with Norse-Scottish turmoil. The end of the Viking reign to boot. Oh yeah, there be Vikings! Ahh. I had fun with it. That story came forth in a flurry, and I found myself contemplating the third book even before I finished that manuscript, in what was now becoming a trilogy. A Hundred Breaths (the prequel, and book one) released in 2019. However, readers wanted to know what happened after the HEA in A Hundred Kisses (the middle book). Fast-forward to 1322, a time after the Scottish Wars of Independence, and this August, A Hundred Lies will be in bookstores.
I know, silly me. I wrote the middle book first, then the prequel, then the sequel. Hey, I had to follow that muse. Now I have a trilogy.
Each story is a standalone, but they can be read in or out of order. Each book weaves a tale of a MacCoinneach family member gifted but afflicted with a mystical ability that comes at a cost: to heal but to lose your own breaths in return, to feel auras/lifebloods but to feel others’ pain, and to portend the future but to be unable to prevent the visions unless refraining from touch. In addition to the mystical elements, there is plenty of medieval history: conquering Norse, Scottish lore, Ancient mythical communities, and invading English…lairds, ladies, warriors, castles, journeys upon horseback, dragon ships, fortune-tellers, rat-catchers…all the goodies of medieval Scotland.
Will our mystical family hone their gifts for good, escape curses, discover mercy, find home, and find love? I’ll give you a hint: I like HEAs.
Psst…the final book in the trilogy is on pre-order sale now at an e-book price of $0.99. The first two books are out in e-book, paperback, and audiobook format. A Hundred Lies will be out as an audiobook later this year.
Rosalie Threston’s fortune-telling lies have caught up with her. Uprooted yet again, she’s on the run from a ruthless English noblewoman. She flees to Scotland and seeks refuge in the arms of a laird’s son who happens to be a real Seer.
A bloody past and inevitable future plague Domhnall Montgomerie. He avoids physical contact with others to ease the painful visions. When an accidental touch reveals only delight, he wonders if Rose is the key to silencing the Sight.
Mystical awakening unravels with each kiss. But can Domhnall embrace his gift in time to save her life, even it means exposing her lies?
She drew his hand into her palm. Her pulse drummed in her ears. Breathe, Rose. Breathe. His fingers trembled in her hand but neither of them released the look. She tried to convey trust and understanding with her own gentle smile. When he seemed settled, she turned her gaze to his hand. After a pause, she said, “It is as I said. Air is your element.”
“What else do you see?” He leaned in, closer. Sweat, sage, hmmm…male? Was male a scent?
Feeling his eyes upon hers, she continued to scrutinize, drawing light touches over the mounds. “You’re somewhat content, though you spend hours alone to get away?”
He held a straight face. “Easy enough facts to guess. I’m a watchman. Fortune-tellers are good in their ploy.” She refrained from arguing. He was on the defense. Understandable. Most people were. He was correct after all. She stroked his fingers. Pretended to examine. His hands were ice-cold.
All right, memory. Time to shine. The marketplace fire, something from his youth. Domhnall liked animals. Seemed to not like fire or touch. She chanced the next statement. “Something in your past upsets you.” Again, stone-faced. At least his hand had stopped trembling.
She would throw out statements until one stuck. Had she been incorrect in her eavesdropping? Surely the servants had been gossiping about Domhnall.
He chewed his lip. Held her gaze.
She paused and pushed the candle closer. “To see better.”
Yes. Fire. It bothered him.
Jean’s background is in science and she draws from her interests in history, nature, and her family for inspiration. She writes historical and contemporary romances and women’s fiction. She also writes articles for family-oriented travel magazines. When she’s not writing or chasing after children, she enjoys tending to her flower gardens, hiking, and doing just about anything in the outdoors.
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