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Tuesday, June 3, 2025
The Squire and His Magical Library Release Blitz
I am so excited that the prequel to
The
Castle in Kilkenny: Fairy Tales Book’s, THE SQUIRE AND HIS MAGICAL LIBRARY by
Christy Matheson is available now and that I get to
share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this
wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway
for copies of the eBook courtesy of Christy & Rockstar Book Tours. So if
you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.
About The Book:
Author: Christy
Matheson
Pub. Date: May 25, 2025
Publisher: Buttercup Books
Formats: eBook
Pages: 188
Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/The-Squire-and-His-Magical-Library
What if he doesn’t have to be a
warrior?
What if fate is something he can
choose?
Despite the druids’ prediction that
Rian would become a great warrior, he hates the king’s training program. After
the first year’s Trials, humiliated and angry, Rian flees the other squires to
hide in the cellars...where he finds a magical library and a wren-like Fae who
explains that he can choose his own fate. Each year, one figurine crumbles and
one possible fate disappears because of the choices he's made. He should be
able to make the Warrior disappear before he turns eighteen, right?
Meanwhile, Rian helps two very different princesses—one bent on becoming a warrior to seek revenge, and the other imprisoned by blindness. As Rian’s decisions become entangled with his friendships, the figurines vanish one by one. As the years go by, does he have any choice left about his own future?
Read now, to journey back to 3rd-century Ireland with a reluctant young hero!
With characters based on Irish
mythology, this historical fantasy has plenty of action but no gore.
It takes place in the same world as
the other “Castle in Kilkenny” books, but is the earliest book featuring these
characters, so is a true stand-alone.
Excerpt:
I guess I can’t get much more lonely and shameful than I already am.
The door swings smoothly at my touch, and warmth hits me as
the light makes me blink.
No one’s here. And it still feels welcoming.
I hobble to the fire and sink onto the soft chair. Whoever
owns it isn’t using it, and I’ll leave soon. After a long moment, I open my eyes. At my
fingertips is a steaming cup and a jar of salve.
I sniff them both. The castle policy is that anyone is
allowed appropriate supplies. I’m a warrior, even a junior one. I am definitely allowed to
take medicine.
I rub the salve on the worst of my injuries. It works even
faster than usual, the pain fading right away.
So by the time I drink the tea, I’m feeling well enough to look around.
Carefully.
I warm my hands against my tea, feeling more alert with each
sip. The patterns on the rugs seem familiar, but the construction is softer and
denser than anything else in the castle. I understand what the furniture is
for, but the shapes and materials are like nothing I’ve ever seen. The mantle is
constructed of absolutely smooth stone, gray and red veins swirling against the
white, and the ironwork for the fireplace is more delicate and complicated than
anything the king’s smithy could produce. The light is coming from tall vases
with colored glass hats, and the hats are glowing. I examine one closely, and
find a little toggle that makes the flame go on and off. Definitely magic.
Besides, even a king couldn’t afford that much glass, and he wouldn’t put it in the basement if he did.
I’m not sure if that’s better or worse. Are there fae living underneath the
castle?
Well, I’m here now, and I’ve already drank and used their medicine—so if it’s a
magical trap, I’m already caught.
About Christy Matheson:
Christy
writes romantic Regency fiction about friendship, family, and finding one's
place in an ever-changing world.
Christy is
an embroidery artist, classically trained pianist, and sews all of her own
clothes. She lives in Oregon, on a country property that fondly reminds her of
a Regency estate (except with a swing set instead of faux Greek ruins), with
her five children, two Shelties, a bunny, and an improbable amount of art
supplies.
She is a
co-editor for the short story anthology, Feisty Deeds: Historical Fictions of
Daring Women, and her novels are represented by Kristina Sutton Lennon of
Focused Artists. She is also an award-winning spoken-word poet.
She has
degrees from Smith College and Lesley University, and is a member of the
Women's Fiction Writers Association, Historical Novel Society, and Regency
Fiction Writers.
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Giveaway Details:
3 winners
will receive an eBook of THE SQUIRE AND HIS MAGICAL LIBRARY, International.
Ends June 3rd, midnight EST.
a Rafflecopter giveawayLosing Austin Blog Tour
I
am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the LOSING AUSTIN by Michael J. Bowler Blog
Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the
giveaway!
About
The Book:
Author: Michael J.
Bowler
Pub. Date: June
10, 2025
Publisher: Michael J.
Bowler Publishing
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Pages: 213
Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/LOSING-AUSTIN
Fifteen-year-old
Austin Bowman vanishes off the face of the earth. Was he kidnapped, abducted by
aliens, or murdered by his hotheaded brother, Colton? Despite the rumors and
his troubled kid reputation, only Colton knows he didn’t kill Austin. He also
knows what drove his brother from the house that rainy day. Or does he?
Riddled with guilt, Colton spends every waking moment trying to find Austin.
Searching online for similar missing kids, he meets Keilani, a girl from Hawaii
whose younger brother vanished the same day as Austin. Internet explorations
reveal other kids who also disappeared, always on rainy days. Since none of
these kids have been heard from since, alien abduction seems the most likely
answer.
Colton endures years of frustrating dead ends and high school graduation
beckons. Then something so shocking occurs that the world descends on the
Bowman home in the form of media, law enforcement, even Homeland Security, and
Colton’s life will never be the same.
Excerpt from Losing
Austin
Michael J.
Bowler
The day my brother disappeared was a
rainy Saturday, and Casey—one of the few friends I still had—was hanging out at
my house. He was in my grade, about the same size as me, with blond hair and
blue eyes. He played soccer, but sports—except the video game kind—pretty much
bored me.
Casey and I battled each other on my
X-Box and ate junk food. My mom wouldn’t let me play the really violent games,
but I had a few T-rated ones and that day everything was going pretty well
until midafternoon when Austin started screeching.
“The hell is that?” Casey stared at me
with his mouth hanging open.
I realized that all the other times
Casey had been over, Austin had stayed quiet in his room.
Not this time.
My whole body tensed up and I felt my
ears burn. “Uh, my brother.”
Casey’s eyes bulged. “Your big brother?”
I nodded, anger surging through me.
Once again, Austin was embarrassing me in front of a friend.
The screeching increased.
“Jeez,” Casey muttered. “Sounds like
somebody choking a cat.”
It was a joke. I knew it was a joke.
But the “troubled kid” part of me rose to the surface. “Shut your mouth!”
Casey looked at me like I was “different,”
too. “Dude, I know he’s weird, but wow, that screaming is crazy. Your brother is a retard.”
I dropped my game controller, and
Casey barely had a moment to cover his face with his hands before I landed the
first punch. It glanced off his raised arms and I tackled him off the chair,
completely out of control. All he could do was keep his arms up and curl into a
ball while I pummeled him.
Next thing I knew, my mother was
dragging me backward and yelling in my ear, “Colton, stop! You’re hurting him!”
My fists struck empty air, but I kept
swinging until Casey lowered his arms and gave me such a stunned look that my
anger deflated.
What the hell had just happened?
Mom was pretty strong for a small woman,
but then she’d had lots of experience restraining me over the years. She let go
and stepped between us.
“What’s going on in here?” Mom
demanded, hands to her hips, mouth turned downward in an angry frown.
“He went psycho on me, Mrs. Bowman.”
“Is that true, Colton?” Mom glared at
me.
I could see she believed him.
Casey pulled himself together, wiped
his bloody nose with a sleeve, and stood behind Mom, glowering at me. I knew he
wasn’t going to admit what he’d said. I could’ve snitched, but what for?
“Yeah, it’s true,” I mumbled, lowering
my gaze to my bare feet. “I don’t know what happened.”
Mom sighed loudly, exasperated. Every
time I’d been in a fight since first grade, I’d told her it was because the
other kid was mocking Austin. She complained to the school the first few times,
but they always told her they couldn’t control what other kids said, and since
Austin wasn’t even a student at that school, they were under no obligation to
take action. I, however, was a student there and apparently—according to
the administration—had an obligation to keep my fists to myself, no matter what
the other kids said to me.
After numerous failed attempts to get
action from my school, Mom’s standard response became, “Just ignore them.”
Easy
for you to say, Mom.
By this time, Austin had stopped
screeching. It was almost as though he'd acted out on purpose just to ruin my
day. Sometimes I hated him so much I couldn’t even think straight. And then I’d
hate myself for those feelings. Yeah,
I was troubled, all right, but I was about to get a whole lot worse.
Monday, June 2, 2025
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