Echoes from the VeilAisling Chronicles
Book Three
Colleen Halverson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Entangled
Date of Publication: Feb. 24th 2020
Number of pages: 305
Word Count: 88K
Tagline: Love is Always Worth Fighting For
Book Description:
Aisling Elizabeth Tanner is now the leader of the Faerie rebellion. Facing the end of the world, she will have to find the strength to lead the Fae to victory against the threat they face, or risk losing everything, including Finn, whom she’s come to love more than life.
Warrior Finn O’Connell wants nothing more than to fight by Elizabeth’s side. But an ancient Celtic goddess threatens to take charge of his soul, and he will have to wage a war within himself to save the rebellion from disintegrating into chaos.
Betrayal leads them into the Fae Underworld, where Finn discovers his greatest sacrifice might be letting Elizabeth go—forever.
Excerpt:
Finn turned on
his heel and he practically tackled me against the bed, showering me with hard
kisses on my lips, my neck, my chest. I dug my fingernails into his back,
willing him to stay pinned to me. I lifted my hips, taking in his strength, his
heat. I would have defied a thousand goddesses to keep Finn there, his body a
shield against the cold creeping into the cave as night fell.
his heel and he practically tackled me against the bed, showering me with hard
kisses on my lips, my neck, my chest. I dug my fingernails into his back,
willing him to stay pinned to me. I lifted my hips, taking in his strength, his
heat. I would have defied a thousand goddesses to keep Finn there, his body a
shield against the cold creeping into the cave as night fell.
His arm slipped
behind my neck as he shifted above me, nestling me in the hollow of his
shoulder. “Let’s not think about it.”
behind my neck as he shifted above me, nestling me in the hollow of his
shoulder. “Let’s not think about it.”
I let out a long
exhale, burying my nose in his chest. “I know. I can’t help it.”
exhale, burying my nose in his chest. “I know. I can’t help it.”
“If the Morrígan
comes for me, we shall deal with it then,” he said. “One battle at a time.”
comes for me, we shall deal with it then,” he said. “One battle at a time.”
I nodded.
He stretched and
pulled me up from the bed. “You smell like Fir Bolgs.”
pulled me up from the bed. “You smell like Fir Bolgs.”
“I do not!” I
made to punch him in the arm, but his quick reflexes had me spinning. He pinned
my hands and pulled me against him.
made to punch him in the arm, but his quick reflexes had me spinning. He pinned
my hands and pulled me against him.
“Fir Bolgs and
horse,” he whispered in my ear. “Mmmm…so sexy…”
horse,” he whispered in my ear. “Mmmm…so sexy…”
I elbowed him in
the gut, and he grunted.
the gut, and he grunted.
I marched away
from him, my arms crossed against my naked chest. “And speaking of battles,
don’t lecture in me in the middle of one again. I’m not your Padawan.”
from him, my arms crossed against my naked chest. “And speaking of battles,
don’t lecture in me in the middle of one again. I’m not your Padawan.”
Finn’s mocking
grin turned to a grimace. “A what?”
grin turned to a grimace. “A what?”
“Star Wars?” I
raised my eyebrows. “Jedi Apprentice?”
raised my eyebrows. “Jedi Apprentice?”
He blinked.
I rolled my
eyes. “Just hand me the damn sponge so I can clean myself up.”
eyes. “Just hand me the damn sponge so I can clean myself up.”
Finn frowned and
walked over to the small tub we kept handy for bathing. He lifted the sponge
out from the bath and squeezed it, his knuckles flexing as all the water ringed
from it. His eyes lowered to the ground, and he walked over to me, clasping my
hand in his.
walked over to the small tub we kept handy for bathing. He lifted the sponge
out from the bath and squeezed it, his knuckles flexing as all the water ringed
from it. His eyes lowered to the ground, and he walked over to me, clasping my
hand in his.
“I’m sorry,” he
said.
said.
“For what?”
“For
mansplaining, or whatever it is you call it.” He ran the sponge across my
wrist, tiny rivulets of water and dirt falling down my arm. “You are not my
Pad— Pa—”
mansplaining, or whatever it is you call it.” He ran the sponge across my
wrist, tiny rivulets of water and dirt falling down my arm. “You are not my
Pad— Pa—”
“Padawan.”
“Right.” He ran
the sponge across my shoulders, and a small moan escaped my lips as he applied
slight pressure to my sore muscles. “I’m used to giving orders, not receiving
them. And I…” He hesitated, his hand lingering on my waist.
the sponge across my shoulders, and a small moan escaped my lips as he applied
slight pressure to my sore muscles. “I’m used to giving orders, not receiving
them. And I…” He hesitated, his hand lingering on my waist.
“What?” I said
in a soft voice.
in a soft voice.
“It’s hard for
me to see you put yourself at risk. Like today with the wagon, and how you—”
me to see you put yourself at risk. Like today with the wagon, and how you—”
“Finn,” I said
in a warning tone.
in a warning tone.
“I know.” He ran
the sponge down my back, my body trembling at the seductive motion.
the sponge down my back, my body trembling at the seductive motion.
“I don’t know if
I’ll ever get used to it.” He planted a kiss between my shoulder blades.
I’ll ever get used to it.” He planted a kiss between my shoulder blades.
I didn’t know if
I would get used to it, either. The killing, the fighting. The first time I
killed a Fir Bolg during a raid, I couldn’t eat for a week. My hands wouldn’t
stop shaking. I still remembered the way my spear pierced his skin, how the
blood had poured from the wound in his side. I’ve killed since then, but I
would never stop thinking of that first one. Who was he? What was his name?
Would someone mourn for him? But it had been either that Fir Bolg or me, and in
this war, that was a fundamental truth I could not escape.
I would get used to it, either. The killing, the fighting. The first time I
killed a Fir Bolg during a raid, I couldn’t eat for a week. My hands wouldn’t
stop shaking. I still remembered the way my spear pierced his skin, how the
blood had poured from the wound in his side. I’ve killed since then, but I
would never stop thinking of that first one. Who was he? What was his name?
Would someone mourn for him? But it had been either that Fir Bolg or me, and in
this war, that was a fundamental truth I could not escape.
I turned to face
Finn. He stood half naked, the edges and planes of his incredible body as
chiseled and fine as a marble statue. I reached out to brush my hand against
the small hairs on his pecs, tracing a line down to his emerging erection. He
was insatiable lately, as if fucking me silly could somehow win this war. It
was a constant undercurrent of our lovemaking. He accepted me as leader, but I
knew he struggled with the risk, our mortality always one breath away from a
stray bullet. Finn had one setting—protection. It didn’t matter if it was the
Fianna soldiers he once led or me, his lover. Even then, I knew the unspoken
truth of his heart, how he secretly wanted me safe in a tower, alone and
waiting for him. But the rebellion would never wait, nor would liberty from the
Fir Bolgs’ extremism. No one else could lead us to a real and equitable peace.
As heir to Tír na nÓg, I was it. He had to get on the Xena-Warrior-Princess
party wagon or find another girlfriend.
Finn. He stood half naked, the edges and planes of his incredible body as
chiseled and fine as a marble statue. I reached out to brush my hand against
the small hairs on his pecs, tracing a line down to his emerging erection. He
was insatiable lately, as if fucking me silly could somehow win this war. It
was a constant undercurrent of our lovemaking. He accepted me as leader, but I
knew he struggled with the risk, our mortality always one breath away from a
stray bullet. Finn had one setting—protection. It didn’t matter if it was the
Fianna soldiers he once led or me, his lover. Even then, I knew the unspoken
truth of his heart, how he secretly wanted me safe in a tower, alone and
waiting for him. But the rebellion would never wait, nor would liberty from the
Fir Bolgs’ extremism. No one else could lead us to a real and equitable peace.
As heir to Tír na nÓg, I was it. He had to get on the Xena-Warrior-Princess
party wagon or find another girlfriend.
He reached for
me, his eyes darkening. “I don’t know if I want to get used to it.”
me, his eyes darkening. “I don’t know if I want to get used to it.”
I lifted my gaze
to meet his smoldering stare. “I don’t think I can get used to your righteous
BO, but I’m trying to make it work.”
to meet his smoldering stare. “I don’t think I can get used to your righteous
BO, but I’m trying to make it work.”
“BO?”
“Body odor?” I
waved my hand beneath my nose. “I’ll have to pick up some deodorant next time
I’m mortal side.”
waved my hand beneath my nose. “I’ll have to pick up some deodorant next time
I’m mortal side.”
He cracked a
wide smile and pulled me close to him. Before I could wrestle away, he lifted
his armpit and put me in a headlock. “BO? That’s the smell of a fighter,
princess!”
wide smile and pulled me close to him. Before I could wrestle away, he lifted
his armpit and put me in a headlock. “BO? That’s the smell of a fighter,
princess!”
I squealed,
falling in a fit of laughter as I tried to wrench myself away. I loved his
smell. Sweaty, leathery, strong, and pure man.
falling in a fit of laughter as I tried to wrench myself away. I loved his
smell. Sweaty, leathery, strong, and pure man.
“I can’t
breathe!” I made pretend gagging noises. “Oh, god, get some soap, for the love
of—”
breathe!” I made pretend gagging noises. “Oh, god, get some soap, for the love
of—”
He wrapped his
arm around my waist and, seemingly defying the law of physics, flipped me into
his arms, cradling me like a child. He rubbed his thumb down the side of my
cheek, lingering on my bottom lip.
arm around my waist and, seemingly defying the law of physics, flipped me into
his arms, cradling me like a child. He rubbed his thumb down the side of my
cheek, lingering on my bottom lip.
“I love you,” he
said.
said.
I arched an
eyebrow. “Even though I stink?”
eyebrow. “Even though I stink?”
He nodded. “Especially
because you stink. I love the smell of you. All of you. All of it.” He pressed
his lips to mine, and I clutched his face with both hands, moaning as his
tongue flicked against mine.
because you stink. I love the smell of you. All of you. All of it.” He pressed
his lips to mine, and I clutched his face with both hands, moaning as his
tongue flicked against mine.
About the Author:
As a child, Colleen Halverson used to play in the woods imagining worlds and telling stories to herself. Growing up on military bases, she found solace in her local library and later decided to make a living sharing the wonders of literature to poor, unsuspecting college freshmen. After backpacking through Ireland and singing in a traditional Irish music band, she earned a PhD in English with a specialization in Irish literature. When she’s not making up stories or teaching, she can be found hiking the rolling hills of the Driftless area of Wisconsin with her husband and two children. She also writes as C.B. Halverson.
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Interview with Colleen Halverso
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
Most of the time I have a clear idea of the story, but sometimes my characters really surprise me. They’ll refuse a specific plotpoint I had planned, and I’ll need to go back to the drawing board. In Echoes from the Veil, I really had to rein in a lot of my characters, or they would have been all over the place. Focusing on winning a Fae rebellion was no easy task, and I had to work hard to keep them on the path.
Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.
I think Echoes from the Veil is a must read because it’s a book for our times. Faced with so much overwhelming chaos, my heroine has to harness the full force of her power to take control and beat the bad guys. If you find yourself looking at the world wondering what you can do to change it, I hope this book will inspire you to take back your power. I also think this fast-paced story has something for everyone: romance, fight scenes, mythology, history… The series as a whole is a great weekend binge read!
Have you written any other books that are not published?
Oh, yes. I have a lot of books that have been shelved, but it’s all a part of the process. I’ve shelved them for several reasons. Sometimes it’s because of rejections, sometimes it’s because I just don’t feel like working on them, and sometimes I feel like they need to percolate a bit more. It’s all a part of the process because every word I write makes me a much stronger writer.
Pen or type writer or computer?
Computer, but I do a lot of brainstorming in notebooks and on the big whiteboard in my office.
Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Yes. I am so grateful to everyone who has picked up my books, reviewed them, shared them, and recommended them to others. There are times when this writer journey can feel so lonely and frustrating, but I’m so glad I have reached you in some way. Thank you!
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