Tuesday, June 12, 2018

SPOTLIGHT: The Battle is O'er by :Laura Vosika @lauravosika #Giveaway @PrismBookTours #TimeTravel #Fantasy

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                                      The Battle is O'er
(The Blue Bells Chronicles #5)
By Laura Vosika
Historical Time Travel, Fantasy
Paperback & ebook, 470 pages
March 23rd 2018 by Gabriel's Horn Press

In the gripping conclusion to The Blue Bells Chronicles, just as Shawn is steadily regaining all he feared he had lost forever—his career, his son, and even Amy’s heart—he learns of MacDougall’s vengeance against Niall, for the act Shawn himself committed. He wrestles with a prophecy and an ancient letter that never changes, a letter that details the fate of his own son, if he cannot stop it—and possibly the fate of the world itself, as he learns of Simon Beaumont’s plan to use his knowledge of the future to destroy it.

Shawn’s selfishness once cost him everything. His newfound selflessness may do the same.

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Yes, Let’s Go Back to the Old Couple

Inverness, Present

“So you want to tell me where you were for a year?” his mother asked. “I’ve given you plenty of space, but I’ve waited long enough and I think you owe me some answers.”
Shawn stared into the fire. “An old couple in the west of Scotland?”
Carol snorted. “One of many stories you’ve told. if it were true, you’d have said so from the start.”
He took another long drink, letting the tea thaw out his insides. “What has Amy told you?”
Carol shook her head. “Nothing I can make sense of. A ring from Robert the Bruce. You turned up in the tower of Glenmirril. None of it makes sense.”
Shawn set the tea mug down, rose, and lifted the linen shirt made by Christina, revealing the scar.
Carol gasped.
“I was cut nearly in half by a sword.”
“At the re-enactment? But why didn’t the hospital call me? Why didn’t Amy...?”
Shawn tugged at the leg of his breeks, pulling it from the leather boot, till he could lift the wide leg high, revealing the scar on his right leg. “From a wolf,” he said. “It attacked us in the forest.”
Carol’s hand flew to her mouth, looking at the long red pucker. “Us, who?” she asked faintly.
Shawn yanked his left pant leg from his boot. “Me, Allene, Brother David.”
“Who are they?” she asked.
He pulled the leg high enough to reveal the scar on his left leg, a clean white line compared to the first, thanks to modern medical care. “Compliments of Duncan MacDougall’s knife.”
Carol’s second hand covered the first. “Didn’t you report him?” she asked.
“Oh, I mentioned it to the police.” Shawn let the legs of the breeks fall down over his boots, and plunked himself back on the couch. “Mainly, they were interested to know why I was carrying a sword covered in blood. I told them it was Duncan’s, I told them I killed him, and I told them why.”
Carol shook her head. “Shawn, this isn’t funny. Why are you saying this?”
“You’ve heard the story I tell most often.”
“You were in medieval Scotland.”
“For two years. I can understand this is more than a little hard to accept, but put all the pieces together. It’s why I keep forgetting how old I am. It’s why Amy went to the monks of Monadhliath. It’s why she has a ring from Robert the Bruce. It’s why....”
Carol rose from the chair, shaking her head, and left the room.
Shawn sagged back against the couch. He stared at the white scar running across his palm from Allene’s knife, wondering if he should have insisted on the old couple story or made up a new one. He missed her, he missed Niall, he missed Christina, he missed the Laird, Hugh, Brother David. He missed Ronan and the widow Muirne and her six children. He missed the boy, Red, and hated being yet another man—another father of sorts—to disappear from his life. And somewhere in 1317, Beaumont was plotting evil against all these people he loved.
And somewhere in his own time, the boy who had killed his father was about to leave his cell.
His thoughts drifted back to his mother. No sound came from the kitchen. He pushed himself off the couch, and went down the hall. “Mom?” he asked.
She sat at the kitchen table, sipping tea. A bottle of whiskey stood on the counter.
Shawn looked between them. “Please tell me you didn’t unload too much of that in your tea.”
Carol shook her head. “Don’t take this as a compliment, but if anyone could drive me to drink, it would be you.” She stared at the whiskey bottle, saying, “I considered it, but it would hardly help.”
Shawn dropped into the chair opposite her. “Want me to go back to the old couple story?”
Carol nodded. “For tonight. Yes, for tonight, let’s go with the old couple.”



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About the Author


Laura Vosika is the author of the beloved series, The Blue Bells Chronicles, a tale of time travel, action and adventure, romance and redemption, ranging across modern and medieval Scotland. She runs Gabriel’s Horn Press, and is active in poetry as a member of the League of Minnesota Poets, routinely performing at local open mics. She has appeared in The Star Tribune, and on WCCO and Channel 12, and hosted Books and Brews with Laura Vosika on AM 950.


Tour Schedule



- l winner will receive a print copy of Blue Bells of Scotland (book one in the series) and a Team Shawn or Team Angus t-shirt (US only)
- 1 winner will receive an ebook of Blue Bells of Scotland (open internationally)
- Ends June 27th



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