Today I'm welcoming my friend and author Juli D Revezzo to the blog! Juli's books are filled to the brim with evocative world building and wonderfully crafted characters. So, without further adieu, Heeeerrrrrrrrrreee'ssss Juli . . .
do you get when you mix a nice studious woman with a war from hell? Well…. I
asked that question in my novel Passion’s
Sacred Dance, coming out from The Wild Rose Press. Stacy Macken has known
all her life the stories her family has to tell. Somewhere back in their early
days the story claims they were witness to a battle fought between the Irish
gods, The Tuatha dé Danann, and their
enemy Balor of the Evil Eye.
trawled through all the versions of the Medieval story I could find and there’s
really not a whole lot to go on. So when Stacy told me “Scholars! Believe me, they
don’t know everything.” I wondered is it true? Could there be more to the story
than the general populace knows?
Then she went into this whole long history. It
seems her family had really been involved, and going all the way back to the
ice age! The problem with characters is they can’t do the research for you for however
much they try to convince us they’re know it alls. ;) I dug into to good ole Google
and my collection of books on the Celts, and you know, they really did go very
far back into history. While they harried the Greeks and Romans, it’s possible
they’ve been around a lot longer than that. So it was easy to build a whole
history for the family, to have them show up fighting the same battles their
ancestors did—and who’s to say the battles didn’t come because two sets of gods (ie. Balor and the Tuatha dé Danann) were at
each other’s throats again? After all, don’t we know that history—to paraphrase
the old adage—isn’t always written about accurately? My goodness, even the
scholars don’t always agree with each other!
It was definitely a fun idea to play with. I got to
mix Stacy’s modern life with the Celtic and Classical history I’ve been
studying for years, and watch things like Spartacus and Warrior Queen and tried my
best to recreate the eras involved. J I hope you enjoy the
Passion’s Sacred Dance.
mounting debt, Stacy Macken is determined not to lose her historic art gallery.
When Aaron Fielding appears and offers to help, she fights to keep the
attraction sizzling between them from clouding her judgment. He may be her
savior in disguise--but can she trust him?
Aaron intrigues her with tales of the
Tuatha dé Danann, sworn warriors who protect humanity from the monsters seeking
their destruction. If Aaron can prove what he claims, she would give up
anything to help--even the gallery he claims is sacred ground. But with her
property set to stage the next epic battle, she needs answers. An old family
diary will confirm the ancient legend is true, if only they can find it in
If the battle is lost, the enemy will take
control of Earth for the next five hundred years. Stacy and Aaron's budding
love might only complicate things.
Aaron planted his stance against the ground like the roots of a great oak tree,
and pulled out his harshad. He flipped the handle over in his hand and two
flail-like ends emerged. The ends cut through the glass wall, and snaked around
the lawyer’s throat like metal ropes, before tightening.
The lawyer’s face began to turn red. Rendered
immobile, he stumbled easily as Aaron gave the handle a hard tug. Stacy
screeched as she tripped along with him. Aaron stepped through the wall, pried
Bradley’s fingers from Stacy’s flesh, and shoved her protectively behind his
“Do me a favor,” he ground out between clenched
teeth. “Call the number I gave you yesterday. They’ll do us more good
Stacy turned and ran for the hall as the
lawyer hissed out, “You should learn not to get involved, unsavory
Aaron swallowed his relief when he heard Stacy slam
the door against the wall. He turned his attention back to the cackling lawyer.
“I would give you the same warning, human.” Aaron
studied the man in earnest, his voice calm.
“You have no idea what you’re involved in.”
“I should say the same to you.”
“Oh, I know the depths of their malevolence.” He
tugged Bradley’s shirt collar down to reveal the glowing green eye tattooed on
his chest. The lawyer’s breathing became more shallow, and sweat trickled from
“Do you know what you’re dealing with? Think long
and hard about which side of the debtors’ line you’ll be on when the battle
comes.” He slung the lawyer around, towards the back door. “Tell your masters
this ground will carry my brand when all is said and done, or I shall gladly
hound them to the ends of their unnatural lives!”
*sigh* I love a good warrior, don’t you? Would you
like to read more? If so, Passion’s Sacred Dance is available now at Amazon and
coming soon to The Wild Rose Press store and other retailers.
For more on these and other books visit Juli at: http://julidrevezzo.com/