In publishing, things don’t always work the way we expect. Of course, that’s not always a bad thing. 🙂 My writing buddy, Rhiannon Paille, had a surprise early release! Woot! Flame of Surrender came out October 6. Today she’s here to tease us a bit with her debut novel.
Krishani thinks he’s doomed until he meets Kaliel, the one girl on the island of Avristar who isn’t afraid of him. She’s unlike the other girls, she swims with merfolk, talks to trees and blooms flowers with her touch. What he doesn’t know is that she’s a flame, one of nine individually hand crafted weapons, hidden in the body of a seemingly harmless girl.
Nobody has fallen in love with a flame until now. She becomes Krishani’s refuge from the dreams of death and the weather abilities he can’t control. Striking down thousand year old trees with lightning isn’t something he tries to do, it just happens. When the Ferryman dies, Krishani knows that he’s the next and that a lifetime of following death is his destiny.
And Kaliel can’t come with him. The Valtanyana are hunting the flames, the safest place for her is Avristar. Krishani can’t bear to leave her, and one innocent mistake grants the Valtanyana access to their mystical island. They’re coming for Kaliel, and they won’t stop until every last living creature on Avristar is dead. She has to choose, hide, face them, or awaken the flame and potentially destroy herself.
“I won’t have to surrender.”
She leaned forward and softly kissed his lips. A look of sheer longing came over him. He walked her back into the cave and led her to the ground, his body covering hers. His hand trailed down her dress and cupped her knee. She let out a soft moan in his ear and he pressed his lips into her collarbone. He hesitated, and she thought of him running his hand up her thigh.
About the Rhiannon Paille
When she was growing up she read a lot of books and wrote a lot of stories. She used to read in the fading light of dusk, squinting to see the words until they blurred into inky nothingness. And then she would dream about the boy that died. She imagined an entire life with him, but she never thought she’d see him again.
And then one day her life turned into an urban fantasy. She could hear people’s thoughts and see the future, and feel people’s emotions. She saw ghosts, spirit guides, and demons. She didn’t know what any of it meant.
And then she met that special someone that changed her life, a man whose name she had written down once in her diary. He taught her about being psychic, and helped her accept what she was.
Nowadays she reads a lot, and writes a lot. By day she reads minds, heals people, and fights demons, personal and metaphysical. By night she writes about ferrymen and flames and psychics and awkward people. She’s not omnipotent but some people think she is, she’s an over qualified over achiever with a PhD, and if she were a food she’d be a Chinese buffet, exotic but ordinary.
She thinks ferrymen are sexy.
She hopes you think they’re sexy too.
Connect with Rhiannon Paille on her Website