Happy Book Birthday to THROUGH THE VEIL by Colleen Halverson!

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Title: Through The Veil (The Aisling Chronicles, #1)

Author: Colleen Halverson

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: February 22, 2016

Publisher: Entangled

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Synopsis

Elizabeth Tanner is no Tinkerbell, and her life is no fairy tale. Broke and drowning in student loans, the one thing she wants more than anything is a scholarship from the Trinity Foundation. But after the ancient Irish text she’s studying turns out to be more than just a book, she becomes their prisoner instead. And when Trinity reveals Elizabeth is half-Fae, she finds herself at the center of a plot to save the magical races of Ireland from a brutal civil war.

As Commander of Trinity’s elite warriors, Finn O’Connell isn’t used to having his authority challenged. He doesn’t know whether to punish or protect the infuriating young woman in his custody. When he discovers the Dark Fae want to use Elizabeth’s abilities to control the source of all power in the universe, he’ll risk everything to help her.

At the mercy of Trinity and enslaved to the Dark Fae, Elizabeth finds herself alone on the wrong side of an Irish myth thousands of years in the making. Refusing to be a pawn in their game, Elizabeth has to fight her way back to the man she loves, but to do so, she must wage her own war against the magic that binds her.

THROUGH THE VEIL will be available February 22nd 2016 through Entangled Publishing.

Book 1 of the Aisling Chronicles Series

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Excerpt

I turned the corner and took in the large man towering over Candace’s shiny blond head. Tapping his foot and muttering something about being “late for another meeting,” he shot her a menacing scowl. He clutched the edge of the desk as if he might overturn it and swallow our intern whole like a mini eggroll.

Candace bit her lip, her big brown manga eyes wide with bubbling anxiety as she fumbled with some files.

I hated a bully. Being an army brat with a new school almost every year, I could spot one a mile away.

“Can I help you?” I threw back my shoulders and tried to make myself appear taller.

The man puffed his linebacker chest. “Finn O’Connell. I’m with the Trinity Foundation. I have an appointment with Dr. Kevin Forrester.” He had a crisp Irish accent, his consonants cutting through the shafts of afternoon light spilling into the room.

“I’m sorry, but Dr. Forrester is out.”

Where are you, old man?

I stepped forward, pasting a confident smile on my face. “Is there something I could help you with?”

Mr. O’Connell stalked over to me, and I fought the urge to step back. Six foot five and no problems with invading personal space, the man from Trinity emitted waves of heat, and his body hummed like a pulsing engine shrouded in gleaming black chrome.

My heart raced as I tilted my head up and up to meet a pair of intense gray eyes that made me forget my last name. Gritting my teeth, I steeled myself, crossing my arms. Never show fear: rule number one for managing the bullies in your life.

“Dr. Forrester recently acquired a new manuscript—”

The Book of Arranmore!

Finn tilted his head, trying to make sense of the jumble of consonants I had just vomited. “Excuse me?”

“Um, yes. The Book of Arranmore. Sorry.” I twisted my mouth into some semblance of a smile, but inside my stomach knotted, thinking of the changing pictures, the shifting text. “It’s a wonderful new addition to our collection.”

Finn glanced down the hallway toward the archives. “Would you mind if I take a look?”

“Um…” I curled my fingers into my palm. “I think it might be best if we wait for Dr. Forrester. If you would like to come back later—”

“No, I would not like to come back later. My time is precious, Miss…?”

I raised my eyebrows, bristling at the Miss. “Tanner. Elizabeth Tanner.”

“Miss Tanner,” he said. “As a contributing member to this institution, I think I am entitled to a small preview.”

Entitled. Only certain kinds of men could throw that word around. Men in Burberry leather trench coats, dry-cleaned, pressed shirts so white they glistened like morning snow. Men with large checkbooks. Men, who, with the flick of a lazy, indecipherable signature could decide the destiny of my academic career.

“Of course, Mr. O’Connell,” I said. “We have it in the back here, if you would like to follow me. I was just working on it.”

Finn rode my heels, and I hurried to keep some distance between us. Opening the door and crossing the reading room, I darted to my workspace, leaning against the desk to establish my territory. I raised my chin, but inside my stomach fluttered as Finn took in the mountains of scattered notes I had amassed over the past few weeks. A messy desk is the sign of a true genius, right? Judging from the scowl on the Irishman’s face, he didn’t seem to think so.

I took a deep breath and was about to open my mouth to wax intellectual on The Book of Arranmore when my hand slipped over the computer mouse. AC/DC screeched across the wood-paneled walls, elaborating on the calamitous effects of American thighs.

I let out a squeak, whirling around and fumbling to press pause, my hands shaking violently. The music stopped mid-scream, and then silence.

“Interesting taste in music, Miss Tanner.”

His words burned hot against the side of my neck, and I gasped. Finn stood a mere inch behind me. He stared down at the computer screen, the blue light flashing on the teasing smile spread across his face. Heat bloomed in my cheeks, and I clicked on the tiny X to close out the program.

“Oh, that wasn’t mine!” I brushed my hair out of my eyes. “These dang undergrads. I mean, who listens to AC/DC, right?”

Finn’s smile faded, his dark stare replacing the brief lightness in his features. I chewed on my lip, arrested for a moment by the impossible length of his eyelashes.

“Is this it?” Finn turned and planted his fists on the table, caging the manuscript with his arms.

“Yes.” Closing in on Finn, I breathed in the clean, leather smell emanating from his long coat. Warm and intoxicating, he smelled like a mix of fresh laundry and badass.

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About The Author

Colleen

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 freshman. 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.

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One signed copy of Through the Veil
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A Partial Hiatus

Happy Thursday, Aledan Merfolk! You may have missed my announcement on Twitter and G+, but for the time being Science Tuesday is on hiatus (not because science isn’t happening, just because I’m too busy to gather all the links). Custom Pony of the Week may or may not be on hiatus as well (when I can find them, I’ll post them). These Thursday update posts may become a bit more sporadic, too, and I won’t be as accessible online for a while.

Which is probably good, because I still haven’t typed up The Fair Man, and I’ve fallen behind on transcribing (and drafting) Enfields. I did, however, finish a CP project yesterday, and I adored it! I can’t wait until it’s on shelves so I can bug you all to buy a million copies. It was funny and twisty and sweet and I know you’ll all love it as much as I do!

My next CP project is full of science, so I’m excited to get started on that. I’m also reading THE TRAITOR BARU CORMORANT, which is so good. The first page blew me away and I read it twice before I continued on.

Have a great weekend, Aledans, and I’ll talk to you when I can!

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See ya later! (I love poofy chicken butts! So adorable)

Custom of the Week: Harley Quinn

Happy Monday, Aledan Merfolk! I’m not really sure where the weekend went, but who doesn’t like to start Monday with an awesome custom pony? Especially an awesome custom pony with two spike bracelets? That just screams “let’s do this, Monday.”

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Harley Quinn, by LightningSilver-Mana

The tiny spike bracelets are my favorite part! The baseball bat is a nice touch too.

If you have a pony that you would like featured as a Custom of the Week, please email me: rebeccaenzor@gmail.com

Reading and Worldbuilding

Happy Thursday, Aledan Merfolk! You may notice that once again Science Tuesday didn’t go up, but that’s because once again I was making a major purchase for the house. Since we got the new bed last month, and therefore a new comforter to fit the new bed, we broke the motor on our washing machine trying to wash the new (giant) comforter. Which means we needed a new washing machine, and since we were planning to buy a new stackable unit soon anyways, we also bought a new dryer. YAY! Once they’re delivered I can wash the comforter that’s starting to smell like the dogs!😉

I spent this week reading and worldbuilding Enfields. I read STAKED by Kevin Hearne (an excellent addition to the Iron Druid Chronicles!), and now QUEEN OF THE TEARLING by Erika Johansen, which I thought was YA until the evil Queen’s first scene. Oops. As far as worldbuilding goes, I’ve been reading Fantasy Worldbuilding Questions from Patricia C Wrede at SFWA to get my mind churning. I’ve already come up with a couple of backstory and plot things based on that, although I haven’t gotten through all the questions yet. I plan to start writing Enfields again next week, but I haven’t decided if I’m going to start from scratch or keep going from where I left off.

And in chicken news, Mona laid a duck-sized egg! The thing is freaking HUGE, and I have no idea how something so big came out of such a small chicken.

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Mononoke’s giant egg, compared to the rest of them.

Have a wonderful weekend, Aledan Merfolk! I have another awesome custom pony for you on Sunday, and Science Tuesday will be a two-weeker!

Custom of the Week: The Trojan Pony

Happy Sunday, Aledan Merfolk! Everyone loves that little “ding!” when they get a new email (unless it’s spam), and it’s even more exciting when the email contains an amazing custom pony for the blog! And this custom pony also comes with a whole post on the “making of” said pony, which you can see by clicking on the photo below:

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The Trojan Pony, by Pseudomonas

I especially love the vents in the sides and the tiny ladder! All around amazing.

If you have a pony that you would like featured as a Custom of the Week, please email me: rebeccaenzor@gmail.com

Eggs, Eggs Everywhere! And The Fair Man is Done!

Happy Friday, Aledan Merfolk! Ripley the hen started laying on Sunday! Her eggs are green easter eggs, so the carton in our fridge is now multi-colored! Wheee!

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Ripley’s “green” egg and Mononoke’s brown egg.

I told the dogs and cats it’s time to step up their game😉

In other exciting news: I finished the first (really rough) draft of The Fair Man, which needs a new name. And by “finished” I mean I got to the end, but realized I have to add a second POV to the first half of the book, so I’ll have to draft that next. Well, not next, since I’ve switched gears back to Enfields. I’m working on the worldbuilding right now, then plan to finish the first draft before I go back to FM. After the banter and dark violence of FM it’s a bit strange to be working on the more light-hearted (and silent, because Shandi is mute) Enfields, but I’m liking the change. I can only stay in Regina’s head for so long before I start to emulate her less-positive qualities (which are all of them. She has very few positive qualities).

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The end of The Fair Man, with some added shiny.

On Tuesday, STAKED by Kevin Hearne came out, so I’ve been reading that this week. Of course I love it: it has two talking doggies! And a few awesome Druids, and several pantheons of gods. What’s not to like?

I’ll be back on Sunday with another awesome custom pony, and on Tuesday with all the science news from this week. Have a wonderful weekend, Aledans!

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The aftermath of the eggs – they were soooooo good!

Cover Reveal: THROUGH THE VEIL by Colleen Halverson

Happy Wednesday, Aledan Merfolk! I don’t normally post on a Wednesday, but I’m so excited that I get to share with you the *gorgeous* cover for my CP Colleen! She helped me so much with Ocean’s story (aka: The Winged Warrior), and I can’t wait for you to see the cover of her debut, THROUGH THE VEIL:

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Title: Through The Veil (The Aisling Chronicles, #1)

Author: Colleen Halverson

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: February 22, 2016

Publisher: Entangled

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Synopsis

Elizabeth Tanner is no Tinkerbell, and her life is no fairy tale. Broke and drowning in student loans, the one thing she wants more than anything is a scholarship from the Trinity Foundation. But after the ancient Irish text she’s studying turns out to be more than just a book, she becomes their prisoner instead. And when Trinity reveals Elizabeth is half-Fae, she finds herself at the center of a plot to save the magical races of Ireland from a brutal civil war.

As Commander of Trinity’s elite warriors, Finn O’Connell isn’t used to having his authority challenged. He doesn’t know whether to punish or protect the infuriating young woman in his custody. When he discovers the Dark Fae want to use Elizabeth’s abilities to control the source of all power in the universe, he’ll risk everything to help her.

At the mercy of Trinity and enslaved to the Dark Fae, Elizabeth finds herself alone on the wrong side of an Irish myth thousands of years in the making. Refusing to be a pawn in their game, Elizabeth has to fight her way back to the man she loves, but to do so, she must wage her own war against the magic that binds her.

THROUGH THE VEIL will be available February 22nd 2016 through Entangled Publishing.

Book 1 of the Aisling Chronicles Series

Pre order your copy today!

Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Barnes And Noble | IBooks | KOBO

Excerpt

 Wiping the crumbs off his jeans, Finn reached into his backpack and threw an apple at me, which I caught with a deft hand.

“Nice catch,” he said, grinning.

I flung the apple up into the air and caught it in my other hand. “I played third base. Little League.”

“You mean baseball?”

I nodded.

“Never seen a game myself.”

I gaped at Finn. “You mean you live in Chicago, and you’ve never been to a Cubs game?”

He shrugged. “Not interested.” Finn’s eyes lit up, and he shoved me playfully with his shoulder. “Now hurling. That’s a good game.”
“Well, they’re totally different. That’s not even a fair comparison,” I said with a sniff.
“Fair enough,” Finn said, wistful. “Really, nothing can compare with hurling.”

I laughed. “Moiré tried to explain the rules to me once, but she lost me after hurley stick.”

“Oh, it’s simple, really.” Finn jumped down and rummaged around the rubble until he found a large branch. He swung it, the stick cutting through the air, slowly at first, but then with more force. Finn’s chest muscles rippled between the flaps of his leather jacket, and my blood pulsed in my ears at the sight of him, dancing from foot to foot as he practiced his swing.

“Now the point of hurling,” Finn began, “is to use this stick, the hurley stick.” He raised the old branch in the air. “To get a little ball called a sliotar either over or under your opponent’s goalpost.” Finn picked up a handful of small rocks and, using his “hurley,” sent a pebble whizzing over the stone wall, inches from my head.

“Hey, watch it!”

Finn smiled up at me. “You with me so far?”

I nodded.

“Now,” Finn said. “If the ball flies under the goalpost into the net, it’s worth three points.” Finn sent another pebble skittering against the wall, right next to my boot. “But you have to get it past the keeper, and that can be a challenge.” His eyes glittered at me as he swung his stick again. He threw a rock up in the air and with a loud thwack sent it zooming over the wall. I held out my hand and caught the stone, the look on Finn’s face making up for the sting of impact.

“And he’s out!” I cried, jumping off the wall and doing a mock victory dance. “Cubs win! Cubs win! Wooooooooooooo!”

Finn stalked over to me and grabbed my fist. “Will you settle down!” he said, attempting to pry the pebble from my grip. “I’m trying to teach you a three-thousand-year-old art form and you’re nattering on about the fecking Cubs.”

I giggled, snatching his hurley stick from his hands.

“Technical foul!” Finn barked behind me, but I sprinted away, swinging the hurley over my head as I climbed the wall.

“Get back here, you brat!” Finn bolted after me so quickly, he lost his footing on the stone wall and tumbled to the ground. I laughed as he came to his feet, his hair loose, chasing me.

“It’s the bottom of the ninth, bases are loaded!”

Finn made a snatch for the stick, but I feigned to the right.
“Tanner’s up to bat.” I climbed a set of old stairs to nowhere and tossed up the stone. I popped out my hips and, following through on the turn, sent the stone flying over the hill and down the cliffs below. I jumped down, swinging my baseball/hurley bat. “Homerun by Tanner! And the Cubs win the pennant!”

Finn smacked into me, and I collapsed to the ground, his wide body over mine as he grasped for the stick.

“Dammit, O’Connell!” I gasped beneath Finn, his whole weight crushing my chest. “Now I know for a fact hurling is not a contact sport!” I laughed as I squirmed to get away, holding out the stick just beyond his reach.

“Neither is baseball!”
With a devilish grin, Finn tickled my armpit, and I curled up in a fit of giggles. He made a grab for my wrist, pinning me to the ground, and his gray eyes danced as he looked down at me. My laughter faded, and running my other hand through his hair, I pulled his face to mine. He kissed me, a low moan rumbling deep in his throat.

Finn nipped my bottom lip with his teeth, and my back arched as our hips melded together, my better judgment forgotten. He slid his arm beneath my shoulders and pulled me close against him, kissing me long and hard, and I gasped, gulping for air as he lowered his mouth to my neck.

 

About The Author

Colleen

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 freshman. 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.

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