Donna Steele was with me last July when I decided to pitch a story to an editor from Soul Mate Publishing. Donna and I drove from North Carolina to Orlando, Florida to attend the Romance Writers of America annual conference. I brought with me a story I had written many years before. I never published it because it differed from my other published novels. I am known for Scottish characters or shape-shifting Scottish dragons.
However, this character screamed to be brought to life, and a French hero waking up inside a French sculptor’s statue made sense. I reworked my heroine. She is American, and of Scottish descent and is actually half Fae. Heaven-sent Warrior, is a full-length paranormal romance set in present-day North Carolina. I am working on the second book in my Warriors in Bronze series for Soul Mate Publishing. Heaven-sent Highlanderwill also be released later this year.
Book Blurb for Heaven-sent Warrior
Henrí Chevalier’s last memory, before stumbling naked into a museum’s moonlit garden, was Auguste Rodin and his dusty Paris studio in 1886. To escape his broken heart, Henrí volunteered to sleep inside a statue until needed. Expecting to die, he discovers he must learn to use the unexpected powers Heaven has given him. Without them he will fail his mission against otherworldly creatures, such as demons and faeries.
Kenzie Mackintosh, a dedicated art museum’s curator, spies a naked man hiding among bronze statues. A quick glance ignites desire within her, but she is too tied-up in work to act on it. Unaware of her fae heritage, their relationship heats up as he disrupts her job. While Henrí tries to process modern buildings, cars, and a broken elevator, a demon attacks and forces Henrí and Kenzie to enlist the aid of her powerful fae relatives. When the demon possesses the body of her ex-lover and threatens to kill him, then use her to take over the world, Henrí and Kenzie must learn to trust each other, even if Kenzie’s death might be the only answer to the world’s salvation.
“A demon in first phase is basically fog. A mist. The knocking on your door was caused by something solid, like a body. A body the demon must have stolen. My understanding of the time line is flawed. Neither of us shall sleep well tonight, since he must have escaped the reflecting pool hours before I awoke from my—”
“My reflecting pool?” Kenzie’s mind raced. Mist? A stolen body? The story line Henrí spouted didn’t make sense, except . . . she sniffed the air.
“What is wrong, Kenzie?”
“Warren’s aftershave. How odd to smell it now.”
“Warren? That man who interrupted our intimate meal?” Henrí’s sly grin nearly pushed her thoughts in another direction entirely.
“Right, Warren Haskell.”
Henrí turned away and tucked his shirt into the waistband of his jeans, then hurried to the door, turned the lock, and walked out. He darted down the stairs, and his footsteps faded.
Unwilling to see what lay at the bottom of the stairs, in case it was Warren, Kenzie cleaned off their plates and set them in the sink. She started to finish the last of her milk, but emptied it and Henrí’s glass down the drain, glad she’d had no wine to share. They would both need their wits tonight. Henrí’s voice, chanting something in French, wafted up the stairs.
“This is a dream, or a nightmare,” she mumbled.
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Nancy Lee Badgergrew up in Huntington on New York’s Long Island. After attending Plymouth State, in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, she earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Art Education and met and married her college sweetheart. They raised two handsome sons in New Hampshire, where Nancy scoured the countryside for rusty old milk cans. She cleaned them and painted them as beautiful porch or living room decorations. She also created lap quilts to keep her family and friends warm during bitter cold winters. When the children had left the nest, and shoveling show became a chore, she retired from her satisfying job as a 9-1-1 Emergency Medical Dispatcher and moved with her husband to North Carolina, where she writes full-time
Nancy is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, and the Triangle Association of Freelancers. She loves to travel and attend Scottish Highland Games and is never far from her laptop. She finds story ideas in the most unusual places. Connect with Nancy here: