Release Day! Spirit of the Sky

All my friends, writer and non-writers, know that I have put my heart and soul into the what I loving call the "Spirit" trilogy. This is a set of three books that chronicles the Wallowa Valley Nez Perce or Lake Nimiipuu as they call themselves over a period of one hundred years.

Spirit of the Mountain starts before the White man encroached upon the Wallowa Valley and disturbed the Lake Nimiipuus summer and winter homes. Spirit of the Lake is when the Whites arrive and cause problems and Spirit of the Sky follows the nontreaty Nez Perce on their flight to freedom.

It's sad to know I've finished these books but invigorating to have the three out for readers to hopefully enjoy reading and learn a bit about a people I've come to admire and hold much empathy for. To be stripped of their heritage as they were makes my heart ache for what all they've lost. But I find it gratifying to know they are working to learn and get that knowledge back.

I pride myself on doing extensive research and these books were even more research intensive. But I loved every minute of the research and getting to know more about a group of people I have been fascinated with since I was old enough to realize I grew up in their valley.

To give this trilogy and the last book a splash, I have a two week a twenty blog tour for readers to follow.


From May 5^th to May 18^th I’ll be on a blog tour promoting the third book of my Spirit Trilogy, Spirit of the Sky. At each stop I’ll give away a  $5 Amazon gift certificate to a lucky commenter. Each stop will have a picture of an eagle in the post. Follow the tour and send me the number of different pictures you saw at each stop. If there is more than one correct entry I’ll draw a winner on May 21^st  to receive a $25 gift certificate to either Barnes and Nobles or Amazon, a handmade custom ereader cover, and chocolate.

Blurb

     To save her from oppression, he must save her whole tribe. To give her his heart, he must desert his career…

     When the US Army forces the Nimiipuu from their land, Sa-qan, the eagle spirit entrusted with watching over her tribe, steps in to save her mortal niece. Challenging the restrictions of the spirit world, Sa-qan assumes human form and finds an unexpected ally in a handsome cavalry officer.

     Certain she is a captive, Lt. Wade Watts, a Civil War veteran, tries to help the blonde woman he finds sheltering a Nez Perce child. While her intelligent eyes reveal she understands his language, she refuses his help. But when Wade is wounded, it is the beautiful Sa-qan who tends him. Wade wishes to stop the killing—Sa-qan will do anything to save her people.

     Can their differences save her tribe? Or will their love spell the end of the Nimiipuu?

Excerpt

     She smiled and his heart leapt into his throat. He thought her beautiful from the first moment he saw her standing in the river fiercely protecting the child, but watching her tense face relax and smile, he was smitten. A light and pleasing calm washed over him for the first time in a very long time. He could only bask in the moment briefly. They were enemies.

    “I am from the sky, and I watch over the Nimiipuu.” She nodded her head and flashed him with yet another smile. “You may call me Angel.”

    “Only if you call me Wade.”

     She nodded. “Let me check your wounds. You have moved around.”

     “Why are you taking such good care of me when your warriors left me for dead?”

     Her sunshine gaze peered straight into his eyes. “You saved my niece at the village and the wounded from the Bannock scout. You do not have the thirst to kill like the other soldiers.” She bowed her head and removed the blood encrusted bandage from his shoulder. “The Nimiipuu need you.”

     Her touch warmed his body, tingling the areas around his wounds. He glanced at her small, delicate hands hovering over his injuries. He shut his eyes, and then opened them. Her hands shimmered as if in a fog. His pain subsided, in fact, his body felt well rested.

     A soft lyrical chant rose from her lips as she continued to hover her hands over his wounds. Her eyes remained closed, her light lashes resting on her sun-kissed cheeks. He’d never seen a woman as beautiful as this. He had to learn her true origins and return her to her family.

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