I wanted the share the news of The Celtic Vixen, on sale for the holidays for 99¢ on kindle
Author note: It was previously published by Awe Struck eBooks. When I got rights back I put it directly on kindle and Smashwords. The previous title was The Celtic Princess. I changed the title and the name of Nesta’s dead husband, the ghost.
Reviewed by by Paige Lovitt for Reader Views.
“I loved this tale. It is by far one of the best Celtic historical romances that I have ever read. The author, Cornelia Amiri, brings this time period to life. She makes the setting come alive and seem real. The humorous elements that she adds to the story further enrich it and make it one book that is very hard to put down.”.
Nesta’s family urges the fiery, middle-aged widow to get a new husband to protect the villa, but she can take care of the villa herself. So she picks up her deceased husband’s long sword and joins the15-year-old war leader, Arthur, to battle Saxons. There she meets the dark warrior, Ulfin, who, unknown to Nesta, is haunted by the matchmaker ghost of her deceased husband, but this spirit has his work cut out for him for Ulfin and Nesta care more about war than
Ulfin bid his friends good eve, and with a slight stagger, walked back to his tent. Lifting the oilskin flap, he crawled inside and rolled onto his cot.
Shutting his eyes, he fell into a deep, drunken sleep. Until the words, “The dead walk tonight and it is not even Samhain,” sounded in his ear, along with a puff of hot breath.
Ulfin shot out of bed and grabbed his sword. He gasped, startled at what he saw. He blinked again, but the shadowy form of a man still floated in front of him. “You are dead,” he said to Gwynfael or what looked like Gwynfael, Nesta’s deceased husband.
“Yes,” the ghost answered.
“You are blurry.”
“Yes, I am real, yet I am not solid. That is why I appear, as you say, fuzzy.”
“And you are … bright. My eyes sting when I look at you.”
“In truth, because you are in your cups. When you are sober and more than half awake, I will but glow a bit. It is the difference between the flesh and the spirit.”
“You … you are a ghost.” Ulfin took a deep breath to slow his racing heart. “I must be dreaming.”
“No, we already established I am real, though fuzzy and glowing.”
“You cannot be real. It’s the ale, I had too much, you are naught but a hallucination.”
“I am no drunken dream, I’ve come to help.”