Thursday, 5 February 2015

The Thornless Rose, by Morgan O'Neill


Readers of my blog will already know what a big fan I am of Deborah O'Neill Cordes, having thoroughly enjoyed Dragon Dawn. 


So when I heard on the grapevine that she had teamed up with Cary Morgan Frates to write The Thornless Rose, an Elizabethan time travel novel, I got excited.  Rightly so, it transpires. 



No one ever knew what really happened to Dr. Jonathan Brandon back in 1945. He simply disappeared from a London pub, leaving behind an unsolved mystery and his fiancée—Anne Howard’s grandmother. Seventy years later, Anne herself is haunted by the strange tale, along with inexplicable hallucinations straight out of Elizabethan England. Including a scarred, handsome man whose deep blue eyes seem to touch her very soul...

Anne wonders if there isn’t something more to the story. Is it even possible that Jonathan disappeared into England’s dark past? And why does Anne keep hearing him whisper her name? Because now she too feels the inexorable pull of the past, not to mention an undeniable attraction for a man she doesn’t even know.

It’s just a matter of time before Anne will step back into history, and face a destiny―and a love―beyond imagining...

I loved reviewing The Thornless Rose on both Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com . And so when I had the opportunity to ask both lovely ladies about the crafting of this book, I jumped at it :). 
Throughout The Thornless Rose, the scenes and dialects jumped out at me for their seeming authenticity. How authentic are they all actually, bearing in mind that you both live and work in the U.S.?

We strive to do the best we can in terms of recreating the varied dialects in our novels. Our Elizabethan "speech" reflects the language of the era as much as possible, without burdening the reader with obscure wording. Both of us have been to the UK - and London - many times on vacation, and Cary lived in the Fulham section of London for part of a year.

I love Fulham, great part of London. Being a writer myself, I know one of the hardest senses to depict is that of smell. But here, once again, the smells jump off the pages. (sometimes uncomfortably so ;) ) How did you know what to describe? 

We were in a critique group together for several years, and one of our dear friends, Susan Ashton, never let us overlook the sense of smell. And for good reason! How often does a whiff of something instantly transport us to a specific memory? Depicting all of the senses draws in a reader and gives them the feeling of "being there." Whether pleasant or foul, we've always kept Susan's advice in mind - "Put in those smells!"

One of the things I find difficult again is how to open those portals, whether into different times or worlds. The use of tools such as magic keys, rifts in time and shapeshifting all have been done numerous times. Therefore I thoroughly enjoyed your originality in that Anne and Jonathon time travelled when all of their senses became alive. How did you come up with that idea?

The progression of the senses aspect did not come to us right away. When Jonathan met the whore on the docks, we suddenly realized his developing senses could be the way he's pulled through the "veil between two worlds" and into the past. We then went back and added this to Anne's experiences - and voilà, she couldn't avoid passing through veil, either.

A question that occurred throughout was how historically accurate is The Thornless Rose, i.e. was Dudley's wife murdered? Was Norfolk such a horrible man?

Amy Robsart Dudley did indeed die under mysterious circumstances, and Robert Dudley and Queen Elizabeth I were widely condemned as having plotted the whole tragic event. Minus our bad guy, the day unfolded as we have set forth. Amy was very weak and thought to be mortally ill, she was left virtually alone in the house, which was unheard of, she fell all the way to the bottom of a dog-leg flight of stairs, her neck was broken, and she had other abrasions on her face. Some claimed suicide, some claimed mischance, and many supposed murder. After all, the primary beneficiaries in that case were Amy's husband and the queen, who were known to be very close. But Elizabeth and Robert were both intelligent people, and doing something so brazen, so obviously self-incriminating, would seem to go beyond reason. We believe we found the perfect fictional solution to a case that continues to be debated to this day.
As for Norfolk, yes! He was cunning and devious and a second cousin of Elizabeth I, which put him in line for the throne. Did he covet the Crown? What do you think? We believe he did, and we do know he was eventually executed for treason for his participation in the plot to put Mary, Queen of Scots, on the throne of England. We follow actual history in our novels, and we write time travel/historical fantasy. As our authors' note states, "...we depict events and people as accurately as possible, within the dictates of a time travel story."

Jonathon (Dr Brandon) and Anne introduce aspirin and penicillin to an Elizabethan England. Were you at all worried that this could have changed the course of medical history? Is it something you will delve into in greater detail in the ensuing books?

I think Dr. Brandon covered this well when he discussed with Anne how he worried he was changing history.  I think as time goes on, we will write both Anne and Brandon as worried and torn about doing things that might change history, part of the conflict inherent in any time travel considerations.

You could wreck your head thinking about the ramifications, hey :). Deborah and Cary, it's been an immense pleasure having you at Cait's Place, thank you so much for your visit. Oh, one further (and possibly most important :) ) question, when can I read the next in your Elizabethan time travel series? I do so much want to read more about Jonathon and Anne, and read what happens in contemporary England with Catharine and the monk. Great hooks at the end!!

We have a prequel written and with Entangled now (tentatively scheduled for later 2015 release) and we are writing the sequel to The Thornless Rose.  The prequel takes place in 1945-47, and it is the story of Catherine, Jonathan, and Arthur Howard, while the sequel continues the Elizabethan story of Anne and Jon from 1561-on.

Happy days and many more nights in bed by 20.30pm coming up then :).

Thank you for hosting us on your blog, Cait. It's always a pleasure to visit with you and your readers ~ Deborah and Cary

 Now onward read for a smashing excerpt from The Thornless Rose: 
In this scene, time travelers Anne Howard and Dr. Jonathan Brandon are thrown together for the first time.

Anne felt a tingling, a creeping of skin on the back of her neck and arms. She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling faint, when the air stilled beyond anything she had ever experienced.
What the––? From darkening shadows, she gazed out. Oddly, the chapel was brilliantly lit by dozens of candles. Black-clad monks knelt on wooden misericords, praying.
Their soft, collective droning was a counterpoint to her heart’s fierce drumming.
“Wh—what just happened?” Anne stammered, trying to keep the shrill edge out of her voice. “Where’d you come from?”
The monks turned. To a man, their gazes cut through her, sharp and deeply suspicious.
She swallowed in fear. “Where am I? There were tourists. What happened to them?”
Eyes widening, a young monk held up his crucifix. “Woman,” he said, straining to see Anne, “why dost thou speak gibberish? Hast thou no wits?”
“But this is Westminster Abbey, isn’t it?”
“Aye. But if thou seeketh absolution, thou must find the bishop, for we are at prayer.”
Anne took a deep breath and crossed into the light. Gasps exploded from the monks as they gaped at her shorts and bare legs.
“Strumpet! For shame!” a monk shouted.
“Princess of Sodom!” cried another. “Get thee gone!”
Anne backed up, anxious to escape, and quickly turned to avoid the royal tomb directly behind her. She stopped and stared. The place looked nothing like before. Instead of a marble sarcophagus, there was a pile of broken stones heaped on the floor.
She spun toward the monks, still frozen against their misericords. “Where’s the tomb? Queen Elizabeth’s tomb?” she croaked.
Elizabeth?” The young monk rose to his feet. “Would that the foul heretic were dead! There,” he pointed to the heap of stones, “rests our true Catholic queen, Mary Tudor. God rest her soul.”
“Brother Daniel, silence!” shouted another monk. “If the queen’s men hear thy words of sedition...”
But the young monk, Daniel, shook his head, eyes blazing. “Witch, I’ll send thee back to hell!” He lunged at Anne.
Instinctively, she put up her arms, covering her face in a defensive posture. Then, in disbelief, she realized she felt nothing, no contact with her attacker. She turned just as Brother Daniel tumbled behind her onto Mary Tudor’s grave.
Anne looked down at herself, realizing for the first time she was fading away. Her body looked transparent! “Oh, help!” she shouted, panicked. “Help me!”
She started, blinked, and stared. The monks had vanished, the crowd of tourists surrounding the queens’ tomb the same as before. She held out a trembling hand. Her skin looked as it’d always been—she was whole again.
It took her a moment to get her bearings, to steady herself, but then a voice brought her fully around.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” a woman said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Anne muttered, even though she knew she wasn’t. Shocked, she looked at her shaky hands, again solid, part of the here and now. She shoved them into her pockets and walked on. What just happened?
She picked up her pace, intent on leaving. She shouldn’t have had that shandy on an empty stomach.
The lights suddenly dimmed, the atmosphere hushed, expectant. Just like before!
She halted in her tracks. Flickering candlelight and deep shadows, no tourists. The Abbey was even darker than it had been when she’d seen the monks.
What the hell is going on?
“Anne! Anne!”
Stunned, she turned. A man in costume ran toward her.
“Go back,” he shouted, “back where it’s safe!”
She stood transfixed. As he came closer, she recognized him—his eyes, the scar.
He halted and pulled her tight against him. “I love you, Anne,” he whispered into her hair, “but you have to go with him. Save yourself.”
“But––”
He stilled her confusion with a tender brush of his lips, and she responded instinctively, their kiss deepening as her body arched against his, her blood ablaze with sudden desire, until the rest of the world seemed very far away.
When he finally drew back, he stared into her eyes, and Anne’s heart seized when she saw his pain, the sheer desperation in his gaze.
The feeling was apparently mutual, because he pulled her close and swore under his breath, “Bloody hell, the bastard will pay for this.”
I don’t understand.
He opened his eyes and stared at something in the distance. “Anne, go now,” his voice cracked, “because I can face anything if I know you’re safe.”
His fingers gently cupped her chin, his touch unleashing more heat. He lifted her face for another kiss, and then—nothing. He was gone. She fought for control, her breathing erratic, her legs threatening to crumble. She touched her lips, still feeling his caress, his soft breath on her skin, but he was gone.
The lights flashed on, the tourists once again milling about, unaware.
“Mummy, they were kissing!”
A small boy pointed at her, but his mother paid no attention.
He saw us! Anne plastered a fake smile on her face until the boy disappeared into the crowd. He saw us, and that means I wasn’t hallucinating. But how? How could Dr. Brandon be here? She touched her lips once more. The way he’d held her, spoken to her, whispered her name, made her believe he was real—and he...
He knew me. But how? A chill enveloped her as the memory of the monk’s stare supplanted Brandon’s.
Trembling, she left the Abbey.

 And a leedle bit about your authors today:
A chance meeting at a writers’ conference brought Cary Morgan Frates and Deborah O’Neill Cordes together, two award-winning authors who connected because of a mutual love of time travel fiction. Collaboration ensued, the search for a pen name the first step in their working relationship. Their maiden names provided the solution - and “Morgan O’Neill” was born. 

Cary and Deborah’s backgrounds are uniquely suited to writing stories steeped in atmosphere and history: Deborah has a Master’s Degree in history and is a dedicated genealogist; Cary is a talented linguist in French and is currently a student of Latin. They’ve traveled to Europe’s ancient and medieval sites many times, with Cary living on the Continent for five years. 

The Morgan O’Neill time travel novels have received a number of literary awards, including two finalist wins in the Booksellers’ Best Awards, two semifinalist wins in the William Faulkner-William Wisdom Creative Writing Competition, first, second, and third place wins for the Mainstream Novel with Strong Romantic Elements category of the Golden Rose Contest, a top ten finalist award in the Pacific Northwest Writers' Conference Zola Awards Literary Contest, and a top ten finalist win in the Orange Rose Contest.
Author Links:


Buy Links:






Friday, 11 July 2014

Amazing Review in from Harlequin Junkies...

...I love good reviews, who doesn't hey? But this one nearly brought tears to my eyes, it was so darn good!!  Listen :) to this:

This is definitely a story I would read again and am suggesting to my friends for not only it’s ease of read but for it’s truth, realness and the right mix of sex, love, romance and of course family.

Check out the review!

Then pop along to Amazon in the UK to buy for the magic price of 108p or over to Amazon.com  for the price of $1.85.  Life is good hey!!  


Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Taming the Tango Champion, the writing process!!

Am over at The Write Way Cafe talking about how this book evolved...Come on by!

Saturday, 28 June 2014

Taming the Tango Champion

And it has arrived, the 7th July 2014 (mighty fine date!!) Ava and Matthias have travelled out into the real world today yay! Check it on out!!

One dance is not enough.

  
CONTENT WARNING: Hot dancing and a hotter hero!
London TV presenter, Ava Whittaker, has a baby by twice-former Argentine Tango Champion Matthias de Romero. The problem? He doesn't know. Fast forward two years and Matthias is the judge on a new dance show,  one where Ava is a contestant. But time hasn 't healed the wound of discovering he became engaged straight after their tryst whilst on holiday in the Andes. Although she's in love with Matthias, she carefully guards her secret and her heart from him.


 In search of answers on why Ava walked out on him, Matthias takes a place as a judge on a new London TV show, To Dance or Not to Dance. But seeking answers only creates more questions.

   
Will the glitterball--and her secret--cause their intense feelings to burn out or fan further the flames of desire?

                                                    
I had written this after I had travelled around the world, but no, I didn't fall in love with a hot Argentine rancher...although...ah that'd be telling!! Suffice it to say, I feel a strong connection with this book, both with Ava being a single mother and her hot dang love of dancing. The story starts when her child is two but I had originally written it when she was in Argentina (I love the country and had to write about it).

So I have those three chapters posted up here for those who'd like to read the back story before being catapulted into the explosive and technocoloured world of To Dance or Not To Dance!! Have fun!!

 Buylinks:


Amazon UK                Amazon.com
 

Friday, 4 April 2014

Introducing talented sci-fi fantasy author, Deborah O'Neill Cordes!



I'm thrilled to have the wonderful Deborah at Cait's Place today, author of (amongst myriad other fabulous books) Dragon Dawn!! I very much enjoyed Dragon Dawn, writing a review here.  

Dragon Dawn's new UK Kindle Countdown Deal is live! 99 pence all week, from June 3-9.

But don't just listen to me, check out what Serena Clarke said 'Dragon Dawn is smart, complex, wondrous and absolutely fascinating – I loved it. Deborah O’Neill Cordes weaves an amazing tale that encompasses paleontology, space travel, history, paleobotany, time travel, zoology, romance and more. It’s rich in scientific detail, without for a moment weighing the story down. From the biggest of big picture stuff, to the intricacies of human (and dinosauroid) relationships, this magical, thought-provoking book carried me along effortlessly, leaving my head spinning in the best possible way'.




Two Universes, One Soul Divided...


Buy from Amazon UK    Buy from Amazon US
Time snakes between alternate universes.  Ever watchful, an alien intelligence survives on Mars, waiting to be found by spacefarers from Earth.  The alien’s ultimate goal is to send human astronauts back in time, where they will alter the past and thwart the extinction of the dinosaurs.  A race of intelligent dinosaurs, resembling the alien’s extinct species, subsequently evolves to rule the world.  But a human female astronaut, through a strange twist of fate, survives the change in the space-time continuum.  After finding herself in a dinosaurian body, she must race against time – and the formidable alien – to restore the universe to its rightful course. 



 
I knew when reading Dragon Dawn that I would have the pleasure of interviewing Deborah, so folks, grab yourselves a cup of coffee and enjoy! Welcome lovely Deborah.



The first thing I have to ask you is what drove you to write this book?

I felt compelled to write Dragon Dawn because of my interest in science and the wonderful notion of "what if?" I got my first spark of inspiration for this novel over thirty years ago, when the father and son scientific team of Luis and Walter Alvarez discovered evidence a massive comet or asteroid crashed into the Earth and killed over 80 percent of life, including the non-avian dinosaurs. It was dubbed the K/T Event, and recent discoveries pinpoint this mass extinction to 66 million years ago. I pondered what it would have been like had some dinosaur species survived and evolved to intelligence. And what if, through the twists and turns of time travel, the soul of a human female astronaut (Dawn) was placed in the body of a female dinosaurian (Dawann) in a parallel universe? Thirty years later (and with lots of rewrites) Dragon Dawn was born. 

How lovely, so this, in effect, could be termed a life's work :). No wonder it's so good!!  I was impressed by the depth of scientific knowledge contained within; biology, paleontology, archeology, paleoarcheology (to name a few, I jest you not!), the fact that it would take nineteen minutes for messages from Mars to reach Earth etc., how much did you know and how much was research?

When I first started Dragon Dawn, much of the scientific knowledge found in the novel was still unknown, or in the experimental stage. Over time, I kept adding to the story and updating the science, with the intention of publishing it "in a few years." It is fortunate I love doing research, and also that I was given a diverse education. You see, when I was young my father insisted I study to be a physician. For years, I tried to please my dad, even though I had an aversion to blood and gore. I was well on my way to a university degree in zoology, when I rebelled and told myself, "You must follow your heart." I've always loved science, particularly archeology, biology, paleontology, astronomy, and genetics, but the study of history beckoned and would not let go. It was too late for me to switch majors, however, as I was in the midst of my junior year. So I added extra history classes to my already full schedule, and I was just three credits shy of a double major in zoology and history when I graduated, with the goal of getting my master's degree in history (I got my MA after three more years of study). To make this long story a bit shorter and more to the point, my love of history outweighed my interest in science. But things have a way of working out. What I viewed as a mistake early on has turned out to be a most fortunate part of my life, in that I write historical fiction and time travel novels that take place in many different eras – and I also write time travel science fiction. The training I received at the university level in science and history gave me the foundation for writing in a variety of genres. Later on, my father told me he was proud of my decision to follow my own path. My one regret is that he didn't live long enough to celebrate with me when I first got published. 

Ah that's a nice story and I reckon he's seen your publishing success, don't ya fret!!  He'd be very proud of this book, methinks.


Another thing I loved about Dragon Dawn was the multi cultured crew (although I missed the mad Irish person :) ), which fitted in so well with the theme of time travel and new worlds. It was a great touch. 

It made sense for the crew to be comprised of people from different nations and ethnicities. After all, it is a reality of space travel today, given the diversity of the personnel on the International Space Station. My fictional astronaut group on the first mission to Mars consists of a Canadian, a Russian, some Americans, and a Frenchman. That said, I also was inspired by my study of genealogy, and I used some of my family lineages for background information about my characters. For example, the surnames of my heroine and hero – Stroganoff and Granberg – come from my family tree. I have a varied lineage, and it might interest your readers to know I have deep ancestral roots in England, Scotland, and Ireland. Had I been researching those particular branches of my family at the time of my writing, it's possible my leading characters would have had surnames like Leslie, Tilden, Fitzhugh, Winslow, Hucksteppe, Dillon, or Worthington. On a lighter note, I happen to love the actor Keanu Reeves, who has a multi-ethnic ancestry. He is the inspiration for my Canadian astronaut-paleontologist, Harry Wong. If my wildest dreams ever come true, and Dragon Dawn gets a film deal, please, Keanu, please consider playing Harry.  :)

Oh, and thank you for the inspiration, as I'm going to add this in the next novel, Cait – Harry has a wee bit of Irish in him. Yes, he's got O'Neills, Dillons, and O'Sullivans on his mother's side.  :)

A-ha O'Sullivan? We get everywhere...including your home town of Arizona. Speaking of which, were the Sinagua people in Arizona a real people?

Yes, and they were the ancestors of the pueblos tribes living in Arizona today, like the Hopi and Zuni. We will never know what these ancient people called themselves, because they didn't have a written language and leave records. In Spanish "sin agua" means "without water," (ah yeah I see that now) and, in historical times, the name was given to them because they lived in an arid place. I grew up in Northern Arizona and spent many wonderful hours visiting the old Sinagua ruins located near my hometown of Flagstaff. My favorites are the Sunset Crater area and nearby Wupatki National Monument. They're gorgeous sites, with extinct lava fields and cinder cones, the northernmost ball court in the Americas, and a wind cave, like the one described in Dragon Dawn.

I very much wish I had known you when I visited Arizona, would loved to have visited these places. Next time, methinks :).

It struck a cord with me when you said '
their eyes held a bright, childlike sense of wonder, the true mark, in Dawann’s opinion, of all scientists.' I admit to not knowing many scientists, but can see what you mean here and think it's not limited to scientists. DH Lawrence said 'oh for the wonder that bubbles into my soul'  and wonder (!) is it to do with figuring life out, whether it be scientific or spiritual?

Buy from Amazon UK    Buy from Amazon US
Scientists are driven by the quest to discover the secrets of the universe. They must observe, test, and retest until the results of their experiments can be verified as fact. They must also have a sense of wonder and "what if?" in order to question the status quo and go beyond dogma and faith. We live in a remarkable age, in that science has provided us with the answers to many questions pondered by humans since ancient times. In the near future, we may even discover the answers to the remaining great mysteries, such as the origin of our universe, and the possibility of life beyond our planet. Of course, scientists aren't the only ones with a sense of wonder. How many people reading this have looked up at the stars and been filled with awe, or speculated about who is looking back? 

I think if we can retain a child-like wonder, rather than allowing ourselves to be overcome with adult cynicism then the world may be a happier place. (here endeth todays sermon :) ) 

 
I thoroughly admired the work you put in too for the quotes at the start of each chapter!! Which came first, the quotes or the chapter? 

When I started writing Dragon Dawn, the character of the Keeper literally spoke up and convinced me to put his quotes before the opening scenes, so it seemed natural to continue with sayings and poems in the rest of the chapter headings. The Keeper is a forceful being, isn't he? (chalk it down. I was rather envious of Shanash when she met him, wondering instantly what would I ask him?...another blog post methinks!) Regarding whether the chapter or quote came first, I had no set way of doing things: at times I found a quote that provided inspiration for the next scene; at other times I scoured my books or the Internet for a saying that might fit a section I'd just written. Of course, I also had to make certain the poems and quotes were in the public domain, so I could use them in my novel without trampling the rights of my fellow authors.

Phew…it’s something I want to emulate but don’t feel erudite enough to come up with a fresh quote for each of my twenty-seven chapters J

How hard was it to envisage the K/T Event? What research did you do for it?

Hmm, I'll have to think a bit, because I wrote those particular scenes over ten years ago!  I don't recall having a difficult time visualizing the K/T Event. I had the fortune of visiting Washington state in the summer of 1980, right after Mt. St. Helens erupted. I was able to see some of the destruction firsthand, such as the massive amount of ash still visible on the side of the highway. I also looked at films of the flooding in the rivers nearby. This gave me a starting point as I began to write about the appearance of the landscape surrounding my crew's spaceship. As for my descriptions of the comet strike and its aftermath, I used a variety of written sources and also my imagination. 

It worked so very well, I felt I was there. 

I liked that Dawann felt encouraged to look within her for answers and trusted her instinct well enough to follow through. Do you think this is something we are learning not to do in this age of technology?

Buy from Amazon UK    Buy from Amazon US
A lot of Dawann's traits come from my own experiences. I felt comfortable writing about her this way, even though she was descended from dinosaurs and I am descended from mammals. I have had many moments in my life where my instincts have overridden the most obvious or easiest paths. I've learned to trust myself and go with my gut. I believe that trait is fundamental to humans, and would be apparent in other beings. An example of one of these instincts, the so-called sixth sense, now seems to be something genetically passed down to us from our ancient forebears. In the Stone Age, if you could sense something or someone watching you, you might survive predation. However the sixth sense works, the ones with the ability to "feel" the eyes upon them, and who listened, went with their guts, and weren't caught by surprise, were able to fight or run for their lives. Those people survived and passed their genes down to us. Try a little experiment the next time you are a passenger in an automobile. Look at the drivers around you, stare at them hard, and see how many glance your way. It's surprising how many people sense your gaze. I believe there are many instincts that influence our lives. Dawann may have been a dinosauroid, with a completely different and non-mammalian inheritance, but the instincts to discover, adapt, and survive would have been developed in her species as well. And, to answer your last question, I believe technology has changed the way we live, but not the way we think, and certainly not our ancient cravings (i.e. the urge to eat sweets and fat, something that helped our distant ancestors survive the vagaries of a hunter-gatherer existence, yet plagues us because we do not walk vast distances every day, like they did).  And on that note, I'm off to have a cup of tea and some nice, sweet chocolate. :)

Cait, thanks so much for a series of interesting and thought-provoking questions. It was a great mental exercise, and I enjoyed being on Cait's Place. To everyone out there... thank you for your time and consideration. And happy reading! ~ Deborah.


Great mental exercise—just what I like to hear when an author pops in to Cait’s Place :). Totally a pleasure having you here, Deborah, and the very best of wishes to Dragon Dawn. 

I'm sure there will be other questions as this book is multi-faceted, so please, feel free to comment below to ask Deborah anything you like!


Deborah’s bio and website links:

Deborah O’Neill Cordes is an award-winning screenwriter and novelist of historical and speculative fiction. She is the author of the sci-fi time travel novel, Dragon Dawn, Book One of the Dinosaurian Time Travel Series, which blends fields of study she loves in equal measure; Deborah holds a bachelor’s degree in zoology and a master’s degree in history. She is also the co-author of the Morgan O’Neill time travel novels. Deborah resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two West Highland White Terriers, who, alas, are precocious terriers and therefore never white.

Deborah’s website:  http://deborahoneillcordes.com/

Morgan O’Neill website: http://www.morganoneill.com/