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Award-winning
author Dawn Thompson was a regular columnist featured in
women’s special interest publications world and nationwide
for over thirty years, one of which CROCHET WORLD, published
by House of White Birches. She was an award-winning poet,
artist, and needlework designer and illustrator,
specializing in vintage concepts for today’s woman.
Dawn wrote
historical paranormal fiction under her own name for
Dorchester LoveSpell; literary historical fantasy erotica
for Kensington Aphrodisia; and Regency, Victorian and Roman
historical romances under Dawn MacTavish for Leisure Books.
Some of her other non-romance works include historical
fiction of Celtic and Norse times, incorporating the
history, theology, legend, and lore of her heritage, which
has been the ongoing focus of her research over the past
thirty-five years.
Dawn lived in
Long Island, New York, with her double-coated Tuxedo cat,
Shadowfax (alias, Miss Fuzz), and Espirit, her scandalous
Senegal parrot, an incurable flirt. She died February 8,
2008 of complications of a fall and an infection.
Check out her
website
or blog
for
information on
her reviews and news of releases for her fans.
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Rape of the Soul |
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The late Dawn Thompson created an Epic
masterpiece, a 2-book saga in one volume, about the struggle
of good against evil--an evil that can survive death.
Thompson was best known for her historical romances,
paranormal romances and literary erotica, goes to the roots
of her love for suspense-horror. A long time fan of Anya
Seton, Dawn described this book at Anya Seton meets Stephen
King! Put out in a large-size, collectors edition,
this is Thompson's legacy to her fans.
The house seemed to beckon
her. Welcome her. As if it knew her. The light had faded,
and dark, bilious clouds had taken its place. In the three
short weeks I'd spent in Cornwall, I'd learned two things:
that the weather was not to be trusted, and that the wind
never ceased to blow. Fair weather or foul, it whistled and
murmured and moaned, like a living, breathing, tortured
being. It had risen since it played innocently among the
foxglove blooms earlier stirring the mists along the
graveyard gate. Now it was angry, driving the black clouds
inland from the sea. Waterfowl raced before it dotting the
sky like a blizzard over the mighty house, and I'd scarcely
pulled the car to a stop when the rain came. It was just as
I remembered it from my drive-by earlier, like a creature of
myth silhouetted against the storm-a huge, rambling,
turreted structure of stone and timbers defying its
existence in such a setting. Yet, aside from a wounded
turret, a few missing boards, and a good deal of broken
glass, Cragmoor approached the dawn of another century
remarkably intact. I tried to imagine the house as it once
must have been, ablaze with light and life, surrounded by
manicured lawns and courtyards and lush, fragrant gardens.
Now it rose from a tangled snarl of briar, thorn, and
desolation. Row upon row of darkened windows, catching stray
glints of the fading light, shuddered in the wind as the
gale bore down upon it. The house was asleep, and I was
about to wake it. Available in
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The Bride of Time |
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SOME LOVES...
There was little of joy and
beauty for Tessa LaPrelle, a scullery maid in 1903 London, but a
painting called The Bride of Time. The nude raised
eyebrows and speculation that Tessa had posed. Impossible! Even
if some man could make her so wanton, even if the subject had
Tessa's thick chestnut hair, the work had been commissioned a
hundred years previous, at the start of the Regency!
...KNOW THE BRUSH OF
ETERNITY
Regardless, it wasn't the
subject or its uncanny resemblance to her that drew Tessa to The
Bride. Nor was it fascination with the artist: one Giles
Longworth, whose portrait showed eyes black as sin, wind-combed
mahogany hair and broad, muscular shoulders. If any could make
her wanton it was he; but he was also accused of sorcery, of
dark evil things. Some even said Longworth had been a werewolf,
the throats of his alleged victims torn from their bodies. No,
what drew Tessa was a small window in the painting's corner, a
seeming portal to that wild Cornish wilderness, to misty moors
in a time gone by. Sometimes she dreamt she had been running all
her life--from what and to whom, she was about to discover.
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Prisoner of the Flames |
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In 1533 Scotland, a boy child is harmed in a fire, when his room
accidentally set on fire. Nearly 30 years later, Robert March, Laird of
Berwickshire, is a seasoned warrior. Few have ever seen his face,
though, because he hides it behind the half-mask helmet. What shows is a
face of beauty, but the other face is rumored to be 'melted' scar
tissue. Fearing rejection he has never know love. In Paris he saves a
flower girl named Violette Cherier, and it startled to discover the
beautiful woman is blind. Could this be his key to a life of love. Set
in the dangerous period of the Huguenots-Royalist struggle.
Available September 29, 2008 from
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Lord of the Dark |
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Sequel to
Lord of the Deep, this book follows the adventure of Gideon, the
winged elemental of the air. Gideon is condemned to eternal torment. The
mere touch of air to his feathered wings causes arousal, only he has two
harpies that see he does not act on the need. Can the woman he finds in
his care be the answer to desires?
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