Showing posts with label Claimed by the Enemy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Claimed by the Enemy. Show all posts

18 October 2015

Author Interview & Book Giveaway: Shauna Roberts on CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY

This week, we're pleased to welcome author SHAUNA ROBERTS with her latest release, CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY, set in ancient times. One lucky visitor will get a free copy  of Claimed by the EnemyBe sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb.

Crown Princess Nindalla knows the terrifying power of Sargon of Akkad's army: Ten years ago, it destroyed her home city and killed her parents. Now the nightmare is happening again. The Akkadians conquer her new home, Susa; make her a widow; and strip her of her rank. Nindalla vows to protect her children from her enemies by any means necessary, including marrying whoever can shield them best. With plots swirling around her, can she trust her instincts to tell friends from foes?

Farm boy Ur-sag-enki was forced to become a soldier in the Akkadian army ten years ago after it destroyed his home and left him with nothing. When the Akkadians conquer Susa, he is awarded its governorship. He looks forward to settling down to the normal family life he craves. First, though, he must keep control of Susa despite enemies who exploit his inexperience, and he must gain legitimacy by persuading beautiful former princess Nindalla to marry him. But can he win her heart when it was his hand that struck down her husband? 

Winner of the 2014 National Readers Choice Award for "Novel with Romantic Elements."


Winner of the 2015 Romancing the Novel Published Author Contest in the "Ancient/Medieval/Renaissance" category.

**Q&A with Shauna Roberts**

As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be a baseball player—I rejected sexually stereotyped behavior from an early age, much to the despair of my mother—or a missionary. In sixth or seventh grade, I was interested in joining a time-travel agency. I figured it would be based in NASA, so I wrote to NASA and asked to be put on a list to be one of their time travelers. They sent back some nice color brochures on space travel.

What are some jobs you have held?

I have worked as a store clerk, receptionist, secretary, playground supervisor, switchboard operator, archaeologist, production person at a newspaper, production person at a magazine, data entry person, magazine writer, magazine editor, copyeditor, teacher, and now fiction writer.

Where did your love of books come from?

Everyone is born loving stories, I believe. What separates humans from other species is the arts: storytelling, music, painting, personal adornment, sculpture; perhaps religious ritual should be put in the category of art as well. We’ve been telling stories and making music and wearing jewelry at least since our beginnings as a species. Scientists have collected evidence that our brains are hardwired to understand the world as a series of stories.

Our society provides stories in many forms, and people get siphoned away from reading books to exchanging gossip and watching television series, movies, baseball games, and boxing. I stayed a book reader for several reasons. The quality of stories was usually better; my aunt, a librarian, gave me many wonderful books for birthdays and Christmas; and I advanced quickly as a reader, so by second grade I checking out the much more interesting books from the sixth-grade section of the library.

What do you read in your spare time?

I’m one of those people who loves to read so much that I’ll read the sides of cereal boxes. But given a choice, my favorite genres of books (listed in no particular order) are historical mystery, historical fiction, fantasy, science fiction, ancient and Medieval history, biography, and gardening.

Are there underrepresented ideas in your books?

As an anthropologist, I find that speculative fiction and historical fiction often give short shrift to the parts of life that through most of human existence have been most important. Religion, for example: Religious observance shaped the course of the day, week, month, and year, and religious belief underlay cultural practices and personal moral choices, yet in most historical fiction, religion plays a minor role or no role at all.

Knowledge of and closeness to the natural world is another example. In almost every era and place, people worked outside, even doing chores outside that could have been done in the home. People knew the names of trees, animals, plants, etc., and their uses. The positions of the sun, moon, and stars had meaning. People knew they were part of nature; every dead relative’s decaying body they washed and dressed was a stark reminder. Yet characters in historical fiction and fantasy set in unindustrialized societies too often have the same lack of awareness of the natural world that characterizes modern Americans who spend their days inside.

The arts, of course, form the core of human personality and organize the world, yet are missing from most fiction.

To me, a book is much less interesting if it isn’t accurate to the time period and technology level. So I try to plan my own stories with my anthropologist glasses on, making sure the society is consistent with the geology and geography, that the multifold parts of the culture mesh together believably, and that people’s beliefs are consistent with their knowledge of the world. I spend a lot of time worldbuilding before I start to write.

Why did you choose to write in your genres?

When I first tried my hand at fiction, it seemed logical to write in one of the fictional genres I read most at the time: historical mystery, science fiction, and fantasy. How to put together a mystery was a mystery to me; fantasy and science fiction seemed much easier. 

I started writing historical fiction because nobody was writing the historical fiction I most wanted to read.

Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, or white chocolate?

Dark chocolate, definitely. When I come back from Europe or Canada, my suitcase has lots of the dark chocolate bars we can’t get here.

 Learn more about author Shauna Roberts


Website and blog:  http://www.ShaunaRoberts.com

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15 October 2015

Excerpt Thursday: CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY by Shauna Roberts

This week, we're pleased to welcome author SHAUNA ROBERTS with her latest release, CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY, set in ancient times. Join us again on Sunday for an author interview, with more details about the story behind the story. One lucky visitor will get a free copy  of Claimed by the EnemyBe sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's post or Sunday's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb.

Crown Princess Nindalla knows the terrifying power of Sargon of Akkad's army: Ten years ago, it destroyed her home city and killed her parents. Now the nightmare is happening again. The Akkadians conquer her new home, Susa; make her a widow; and strip her of her rank. Nindalla vows to protect her children from her enemies by any means necessary, including marrying whoever can shield them best. With plots swirling around her, can she trust her instincts to tell friends from foes?

Farm boy Ur-sag-enki was forced to become a soldier in the Akkadian army ten years ago after it destroyed his home and left him with nothing. When the Akkadians conquer Susa, he is awarded its governorship. He looks forward to settling down to the normal family life he craves. First, though, he must keep control of Susa despite enemies who exploit his inexperience, and he must gain legitimacy by persuading beautiful former princess Nindalla to marry him. But can he win her heart when it was his hand that struck down her husband? 

Winner of the 2014 National Readers Choice Award for "Novel with Romantic Elements."


Winner of the 2015 Romancing the Novel Published Author Contest in the "Ancient/Medieval/Renaissance" category.

**An Excerpt from Claimed by the Enemy**
Many breaths went by, and many more breaths. Nindalla counted the time between contractions. They were getting closer together. The world shrank to birthing hut, bricks, and belly. Time lost its meaning, just as it had during her previous births.
Still, it seemed a long time since Sagburru had left her.
She looked up and listened. The light filtering between the reeds of the walls had changed to the soft pinkish-purple of early evening. The sounds of battle had stopped, but the normal sounds of servants and slaves going about their tasks had not resumed. The quiet felt wrong.
She shivered, and her throat and mouth burned with a sour taste. Why was she still alone? “Sagburru! It is my time!” she shouted in Sumerian. “Come quickly!”
Neither the midwife nor anyone else answered her call. Her hand clutched her belly. The baby wanted out. Pain overcame all her training in self-discipline. She screamed like a calf being castrated. When the contraction released its grip, she shouted for help again, this time in Elamite.
Still no one came. Her breath sped up. I’m on my own.
Birth was risky enough with a midwife and an incantation priestess present. Her thoughts whirled in panic. Enki has deserted me. Nintu has deserted me. All the gods have left the birthing hut. My child will be born a monstrosity or dead.
Terror like a heavy cape of wolf fur enveloped her. She clawed her hands through her hair and moaned even as her pain dissipated under her worry for her child. She had never experienced such fear, not on her wedding night, not during her previous births, not ever. She eyed the door. Could I crawl that far? Could I crawl farther yet, across the courtyard and into the palace itself? She couldn’t move even a toe. Fear glued her to the birthing bricks as the new prince struggled to free himself.
The sun was descending for his nightly journey through the Underworld. It would be her time very soon now, midwife or not, witnesses or not. “It is my day. It is my month,” she chanted. She forced her arm to move. Balancing on her other three limbs, she stroked an amulet on which was scribed an incantation against demons. “It is my day. It is my month. It is my day. It is my month.”
“My lady, do you need help?”
She flinched at the deep voice and looked toward it. It belonged to a bulky man who, even though he stooped, filled the doorway, a dark silhouette against the dying pink light.
She wrapped her free arm protectively around her belly and squinted. The man wore the snug leather helmet of a soldier, but she had never seen the dust-smeared, sweat-streaked, blood-splattered face before. He carried a sickle-sword and a mace with a head of black stone.
She stared at the darkened mace head. How many skulls had it broken? Was hers next? She licked her lips, and her hands balled into fists. She had left her dagger in her quarters.
Her only weapon was her status. “How dare you enter the birthing hut? Leave at once.”
The man ignored her order. He stepped inside and let his weapons drop like a man weary of fighting. He tugged his helmet from his head, dropped it without looking where it fell, and raised his palms. “Peace, my lady.”
Only now did she notice his language. “You speak Sumerian!” Even his accent was familiar; he spoke the patois of the lower class of her home city. Her chest loosened, and she drew a deep breath despite the muscles squeezing her torso. “You’re from Eridu-that-was.”
“Yes, my lady. From the home of Enki, praise be to him.”
His black hair confirmed he was a Sumerian, one of the black-headed people. He was an ally, not one of Sargon of Akkad’s men. A tall and handsome ally, the breadth and brawniness of his shoulders obvious despite the short tunic he wore above his skirt. His dark eyes radiated compassion.
A sigh escaped her. “Your voice is honey to my ear. It has been years since I heard the speech of a loyal child of Eridu.”
The soldier winced and looked around the hut. “Where’s your midwife?”
“She left and never returned. But you must leave. No men—” She gasped and waited out the contraction, fighting her body’s almost overwhelming urge to push. “Men are forbidden in the birthing hut. Go, find the midwife. Or any woman. My child is ready.”
The man again disobeyed. He rinsed his hands in a bowl of cedar-scented water and hunkered down in front of her nakedness.
 Learn more about author Shauna Roberts


Website and blog:  http://www.ShaunaRoberts.com

Facebook author page:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shauna-Roberts-author/194876117254102/

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Goodreads:   http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2127144.Shauna_Roberts

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Amazon.com author page: http://www.amazon.com/Shauna-Roberts/e/B002R89SDI/    

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