The Vows Virtual Book Tour

The Vows Trilogy by Catherine Bybee- Amazon Bestsellers in Time Travel and Historical Romance

Binding Vows 

Duncan MacCoinnich’s task… Travel to the twenty-first century Renaissance Faire, deflower the Druid virgins, and go home. Only his job is not so easily accomplished with the virgin in question, Tara McAllister.

Time is running out. The evil is closing in on them both.

Tara finds Duncan irresistible after what was supposed to be a mock Hand-fasting binds them.

When Duncan whisks her to his home in Scotland she could accept that. But, can she forgive him for taking away her modern life when she finds herself in the sixteenth century?

And is it love they feel? Or something else?

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Silent Vows

Myra, a medieval virgin druidess, flees five hundred years into the future to escape death at the hands of a cursed witch and lands in the arms of a handsome but cynical twenty-first century cop.

Officer Todd Blakely knows Myra is hiding something , but can't resist her innocent charms. Destiny throws them both into a world of intrigue and mysticism. Can Todd be the true white knight she needs? Or will magic and the winds of time tear them apart?

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Redeeming Vows 

For her own safety, modern day, single mom, Lizzy McAllister is forced to bow to the medieval men who surround her when she's thrust back in time to the sixteenth century against her will. When Lizzy finds herself trapped in time with Fin, the one man she finds both irresistible and maddening, she agrees to combine forces with him to rid Scotland of the evil witch, Grainna. Finlay MacCoinnich's attraction to Lizzy sizzles the very air they breathe.

Tearing down the solid walls the woman has built around her won't be easy, but he's willing to do anything to keep her by his side. When a spell cast by their deadliest foe throws them forward in time, will they manage to find their way back in time to save their family from peril?

And will Lizzy willingly stay in his time, or abandon him altogether?

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The Vows Trilogy Excerpts

Binding Vows Excerpt:

"A lady is not safe out here by herself."
She stopped again. This time he didn't stop in
time and fell into her.

Hands at her sides, her chest thrust up next to
his; she gritted the words between her teeth. "A lady
isn't safe around you, either."

"Now, Tara." He tried pleading with her.

"Oh, don't you even, 'now, Tara' me." She
stepped to the side and started off in a different
direction. Walking in circles.

He let her walk for several minutes before
attempting to talk to her again. "I would be happy to
escort you on a walk, but we need to get you more
properly dressed." He knew the effect watching her
walk was having on him. He could only imagine
what his men must have thought when she had
stormed the courtyard in her shorts.

"You're a bastard, you know that,
MacCoinnich?"

He wanted to counter what she said but
cautioned himself against it. "Still, we need you in
more fitting clothes. If someone were to come along,
questions would be raised which would be most
difficult to answer."

"You should have thought of that before you
brought me here." She waved a hand in his general
direction. "Right now I don't give a crap what
questions

"I told you how necessary it is for secrecy." He
turned to the Keep and noticed some of the men
watching to see what would happen. He needed to
put a stop to this and soon.

"Bite me."

A completely inappropriate image of him doing
exactly that popped in his head. A slow lazy smile
inched over his lips.

Unfortunately for him, Tara read his thoughts.
you might have to answer."

Silent Vows Excerpt:

"I want you," he whispered in her hair,
not willing to break their contact.

She stiffened when his words registered. "I
don't--"

"You want the same thing, Myra. Don't try and
deny it."

"I don't know what I want. I've not ever..." She
didn't finish her sentence.

"Not ever what?"

"No one has ever kissed me the way you do. Let
alone anything more."

A virgin? Was that even possible?

"You mean you've never...?"

"Never." She lowered her head and removed her
hands from his shoulders.

"Hey." He caught her gaze. "It's nothing to be
embarrassed about." He kissed her again, briefly,
then placed a protective arm over her shoulders and
walked her home. "So are the men in Scotland
blind?"

She laughed. "Nay."

"What then?"

"My father is very protective."

"Does your father know you're here?"

"Much to his dismay, but we had no choice."

Interesting, a protective father who sent his
daughter away to a different country without any
money. Something wasn't lining up.

They were within a block of his home when
Myra stiffened, and all color washed from her face.
She stopped and spun in a slow circle.

"What is it?"

"Someone is watching us."

"Some of the neighbors are busybodies."

"No, Todd. The one who watches wants more
than to gossip."

Now the hair on his neck stood on end. 

Redeeming Vows Excerpt: 

Her next two punches came fast, unexpected, one catching him hard on the
jaw. And it hurt. His brow rose. The muscles straining on her arms held
surprising strength.   

Fin sent his foot out to trip her.

She avoided it and waved him toward her. "Come on, Fin. Stop playing."
He turned his back to her, heard her approach, and swept her off her feet...
Within ten minutes, they were both panting. Liz's punch wavered. Fin caught
her fist and pulled it behind her back and her firmly up against his chest.
Her breasts heaved, and her breathing strained. The soft curves of her body
pressed to his. Liz reached up to the arm he used to hold her and called her
Druid powers. Fin felt his skin burn under her touch...

"Not fair, lass."

"Ever hear the term, all's fair in love and war?"

Aye, well, what were they?

When she came at him again he ducked, taking her down to the floor and
grabbed her hands and stretched them above her head where she couldn't apply
any fire or heat because her fingertips weren't touching him. Her eyes met
his, his body heavy on top of hers, keeping her from moving. But this
closeness, this contact was torture.

Elizabeth's gaze traveled to his lips dancing dangerously close to hers. He
smelled the sweet scent of her breath, knew without a doubt she desired his
taste as much as he did hers. He knew that taste, had it once before,
briefly. Wanted it even more now.

"You're quite a workout," she breathed the words to him, lifted her lips a
tad closer.

"As are you."

They lay there, staring at each other, neither willing to make the first
move. Stubborn. 

About the Author:

New York Times bestselling author Catherine Bybee was raised in Washington State, but after graduating high school, she moved to Southern California in hopes of becoming a movie star. After growing bored with waiting tables, she returned to school and became a registered nurse, spending most of her career in urban emergency rooms. She now writes full-time and has penned the novels Wife by Wednesday and Married by Monday. Bybee lives with her husband and two teenage sons in Southern California.

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Not Long Ago Virtual Book Tour and Guest Post

Not Long Ago
By Susan A. Royal

Genre:  Time travel adventure/romance

Publisher: Museitup

ISBN: 978-1-77127-076-2

ASIN: B008E5Y4M8

Number of pages: 227

Word Count: 89333

Cover Artist:   Suzannah Safi

Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/vOIQVdWUigU

Book Description: 

Erin has met the man of her dreams, but as usual there are complications. It’s one of those long distance relationships, and Griffin is a little behind the times-- somewhere around 600 years. 

Erin and her employer, March, are transported to a time where chivalry and religion exist alongside brutality and superstition. Something’s not quite right at the castle, and Erin and March feel sure mysterious Lady Isobeil is involved. But Erin must cope with crop circles, ghosts, a kidnapping and death before the truth of her journey is revealed.

Forced to pose as March’s nephew, Erin finds employment as handsome Sir Griffin’s squire.  She’s immediately attracted to him and grows to admire his courage, quiet nobility and devotion to duty.  Yet, she must deny her feelings.  Her world is centuries away, and she wants to go home.  But, Erin can’t stop thinking about her knight in shining armor.   

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Guest Post:

I’ve chosen this passage to post because I wanted everyone to see Not Long Ago is not just about time travel, nor is it just a love story between two very different people.  I tried to make it an adventure that will take the reader to another time and allow them to experience life there as seen through the main character’s eyes.  This part was an especially emotional scene for me to write.  I attempted to portray some of the emotions each of us experience when we’re faced with losing someone we care about, whether it be father, mentor or friend.  

--Excerpt--

     Late the next day, everyone gathered on the banks of the river under a clear sky. On a hill

above us, archers waited. Beside them men-at-arms from the castle stood at attention. Clustered

below were the castle servants and townspeople. Lady Isobeil, Lady Gwyneth and Kat positioned

mselves on opposite sides of Lord John, as far away from each other as possible. He stood at

one end of a long, shallow wooden boat filled with brush. Sir Maldwyn’s body had been

wrapped in linen and placed inside, his belongings next to him. Water lapped against the boat, a

strangely calming sound.

     The pain on Sir Griffin’s face was almost more than I could bear. He clenched his jaw and

gripped the hilt of his sword until I thought it would break. Faces stoic, the other knights huddled

together with their squires. No doubt each of them remembered Sir Maldwyn in his own way.

After all, he’d been in service at the castle long enough to train most of the knights when they

were still squires. I thought of my parent’s death and the emptiness I felt knowing I’d never see

them again. People everywhere stared at the ground, trying to hold back tears.

     All except for Deroc. I can think of nothing more poignant than the sight of him standing

over his father’s body while tears ran down his face. Over and over, the boy repeated the same

words. “I am sorry Father, I am so sorry.” The overbearing bully who confronted me in the

paddock had vanished. All that remained was a pitiful little boy, one who mourned a relationship

with his father he’d never had, and now, one he would never experience.

     Sir Maldwyn’s body lay on the funeral pyre, in the custom of the Vikings, while Father

Alford conducted the service in Latin in a calm and soothing monotone, appearing completely

undisturbed by all the pagan customs surrounding him. When he said his last amen, Lord John

nodded at Sir Griffin. He began to ease the boat into the water. When it resisted, first Sir

Edevane and then the other knights joined him. Together, they gave one last push, and the boat

floated free.

     Sir Sion remained on the bank, alone in his guilt. He didn’t join the rest, likely because he

knew they held him responsible for Sir Maldwyn’s death. Sir Sion’s decision made in haste and

in anger had ended someone’s life. No wonder he couldn’t bear to meet anyone’s eyes.

     When the boat reached the middle of the river, each archer touched his arrow to flame,

notched and loosed it. Their arrows arched upwards in perfect unison, only losing sight of them

when they passed between us and the setting sun, briefly dazzling our eyes. In the fading light of

day, they struck the raft holding Sir Maldwyn’s body like driving rain. Flames shot high into the

air and swallowed up everything. Sir Maldwyn was making his journey home to Valhalla in the

manner he had wanted. Not a sound could be heard among those of us watching from the banks,

except for Deroc’s quiet sobbing. A north wind began to blow, and I thought I heard a faint

noise. Somehow, the wind seemed to bring with it the echo of horns in the far distance. I know it

couldn’t have been so, but it sounded as though those ancestors who’d gone before him were

welcoming a fellow warrior home.

About the Author:

Born in west Texas and raised in south Texas, Susan makes her home in a 100-year-old farmhouse in a small east Texas town that comes with a ghost who has been known to harmonize with her son whenever he plays guitar.  She’s married, with three children and four grandchildren.

She comes from a family rich with characters, both past and present. She spent her childhood listening to her grandmother’s stories of living on a farm in Oklahoma Territory with three sisters and three brothers and working as a telephone operator in the early 20^th century.  Her father shared stories of growing up in San Antonio during the depression, and through her mother’s eyes she experienced how it felt to be a teenager during WWII.

Yesterday, the first piece she ever submitted, won author Cody James Wolfe’s Flash Fiction Newsletter Contest and that started it all. Her entry, Lost Souls, won 2^nd place in the 2009 short story contest of the Northeast Texas Writers’ Organization and My Father’s House won 3^rd place in the 2010 competition.  Not Long Ago is a time travel adventure/romance, available through MuseItUp/Amazon/B&N.  She is currently working on a sequel, because the Erin and Griffin’s story wasn’t finished.  In My Own Shadow is a Fantasy adventure/romance, due out May, 2013.

website - http://susanroyal.moonfruit.com

blog: - http://ssnroyal.blog.com/