Silver Dagger Book Tours
  • Welcome!
  • Current Tours
    • Book Tours
  • Book a Tour
  • Open Sign Ups
  • Contact
  • About
  • Welcome!
  • Current Tours
    • Book Tours
  • Book a Tour
  • Open Sign Ups
  • Contact
  • About
Silver Dagger Book Tours

 

The Novels of Ravenwood - Book Tour and Giveaway

1/24/2020

85 Comments

 
Picture
Picture

Night of the Owl
The Novels of Ravenwood Book 4
by Judith Sterling
Genre: Time Travel Fantasy Romance 

Picture
PhD student Ardyth Nightshade has renounced men and pursues her twentieth-century career with single-minded focus. When fate whisks her to medieval England, she meets her match in a man whose passions mirror her own. Can she sacrifice ambition for a love she never sought?

Hugh, Lord Seacrest confounds all who know him. He refuses to marry without a meeting of minds and hearts, and no lady has even approached his ideal…until Ardyth. But she's an odd one, with unique skills, shocking habits, and total conviction she needs no man. She also harbors secrets, and in the midst of rumors, plots, and murder, trust is fragile.

A woman outside of her time. A man ahead of his. They must take a leap of faith to forge a bond that will shape history.




Add to Goodreads
Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo ​



Picture
Picture
​Ardyth looked from one tunnel entrance to the next, and then the next. The ledge in front of them was substantial. It ran along the rock wall to the right, all the way to the mouth of the cave, winding around it to continue along the outer cliff.
Again, she pointed. “Where does that lead?”
“Shouldn’t you be doffing your clothes?”
Her eyes narrowed. “In other words, you don’t intend to answer my question.”
He grinned. “Clever, aren’t you?”
She returned his smile. “I like to think so.”
“If you’re stalling because you cannot swim—”
“Oh, I can swim.” She could hardly wait to feel the cool water on her skin.
He folded his arms, and his intense, gray eyes held a dare. “Then show me.”
“Hold this.” She handed him the folded smock. Get ready to eat crow, buddy! Quickly, she removed her boots, hose, and tunics. When only her thin, white chemise remained, she stole a peek at her skeptical host. He stared at her bare feet.
She sighed. “I know. My feet are hardly attractive. In fact, I’ve always thought my toes resemble…”
He raised his eyebrows. “What?”
Astronauts. But I can’t tell you that. “Nothing.”
His eyebrows settled again, but the orbs beneath them seemed to glow with a new light. “I beg to differ with your opinion. Your feet are quite…lovely.”
She almost laughed, until heat flooded her cheeks. I’m blushing? “Thank you,” she muttered. With an inward groan, she started toward the water. For crying out loud! He only complimented your feet. Your pale, crazy, NASA-evoking feet. Get a grip!
The ocean breeze caught the hem of her smock as she stepped into the surf. Foamy water—colder than she would’ve liked—enveloped her feet. Thank God for the heat of the sun! But this was the closest she’d come to a bath in days, and she was determined to prove her skills to the man who underestimated her at every turn. She waded forward, and the brisk, undulating water swallowed her calves, knees, thighs, and hips.
“Lady Ardyth!”
She turned. Her dry smock in his hands, Hugh stood with feet well apart on the wet sand.
“You needn’t prove your courage further!” he called above the lapping, swishing voice of the sea. “Come back before—”
“Courage isn’t the point! Swimming is!” The level of the surrounding water lowered to her thighs, signaling a coming wave.
She turned just as it crested and dove headfirst into it. Completely submerged in the chill, rushing water, she headed left and allowed herself to rise to the surface. She swam freestyle for several strokes, then flipped onto her back and floated with abandon. After a minute or two, she flipped over, and swam in the opposite direction. Then she stood with the water at her ribs, waited for the next wave, and indulged in bodysurfing, which carried her with a whoosh back toward shore.
Satisfied, she straightened, knee-deep in the water. Her wet chemise clung to her frame, and she knew Lord Seacrest was getting a lordly eyeful. Her nipples were rock-hard from the cold.
She rolled her eyes toward the bright, blue sky. My kingdom for a bra! And throw in a pair of underwear, too! But both articles of clothing were back at Nihtscua and not likely to appear anytime soon. For the first time since plunging into the surf, she regarded Hugh.
Eyes wide, her dry smock clutched in his hands, he stood as if frozen. Only his gaze moved, traveling from her breasts to the apex of her thighs.
She pulled the smock away from her flesh as best she could and advanced toward him, stopping an arm’s length away. “I told you I could swim.”
He blinked. Then his full, sensual lips curled into a smile. “Indeed, you did.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“You’ve doubted me twice already. Perhaps you owe me an apology.”
His eyes widened, then relaxed. “Perhaps I do. Pray…forgive me.”
The words couldn’t have come easily, and the fact he’d said them made her grin. “I forgive you. This time. But I ask respectfully that you not underestimate me again.”
For two seconds, he hesitated. “ʼTis a reasonable request, and I shall endeavor to honor it.” He gave her a quizzical look. Then he shook his head and chuckled. “Is there anything you cannot do?”
She thought for a moment. “I’ve never ridden aside. If I’m going to ride something, I spread my legs.” The instant the words left her mouth, she cringed inside. Good God. That came out all wrong!
Humor curved his lips, but his eyes smoldered. Did his thoughts mirror hers? He took a step closer, and his masculine aura invaded her personal space. “Tell me more.”


Picture
Picture

Shadow of the Swan
The Novels of Ravenwood Book 3 

Picture
Lady Constance de Bret was determined to be a nun, until shadows from the past eclipsed her present. Marriage is the safest option, but she insists on a spiritual union, in which physical intimacy is forbidden. Not so easy with a bridegroom who wields unparalleled charm! But a long-buried secret could taint his affection and cloak her in shadow forever.

Back from the Crusades, Sir Robert le Donjon craves a home of his own and children to inherit it. From the moment he meets Constance, he feels a mysterious bond between them. When she’s threatened, he vows to protect her and agrees to the spiritual marriage, with the hope of one day persuading her to enjoy a “real” one. She captivates him but opens old wounds and challenges everything he thought he believed.

Two souls in need of healing. Two hearts destined to beat as one.




Add to Goodreads
Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo ​



Picture
Picture
​Sitting without repose on one of the solar’s high-backed chairs, Constance shifted positions. An unexpected chill crept in with the evening. The shutters were closed, and a fire danced and hissed on the hearth. The room was aglow with candles whose light harmonized to showcase the exquisite tapestries on the wall. Vibrant yet vulnerable, the flames quivered at the slightest draft.
Her stomach quivered, too, as she stared at her half-eaten pigeon pie. Whatever made me agree to share his bed? The mention of rats? The thought of a prickly straw mat between her back and the cold, hard floor?
From the other high-backed chair, Robert eyed the pie that lay unprotected on the table between them. “Do you plan to eat that?”
A predator drawn to his prey. She shrugged. “I suppose not. Do you want it?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He attacked the food.
She folded her hands in her lap. “Sir, your appetite is a thing of wonder.”
He swallowed, then grinned at her. “Why, thank you.” His smile disappeared. “Or do you criticize?”
“Not criticize. Marvel.”
His dimples were back. The one on the right was deeper. “I’m a man of many talents, and eating is one of them.” He took another bite.
“Evidently.” She cleared her throat. “I only wondered if…” Her stomach trembled as he licked sauce from his fingers.
Abruptly, he ignored the food and studied her face. “If what?”
She sighed inwardly. Just say it! “If all your appetites run that strong.”
His intense stare roused something inside her. She’d never felt its like. Heat, not only in her face but her entire body.
“You’re referring to appetites of the flesh.”
She lifted her chin. “I am.”
With a casual air, he leaned back. “I’ll admit, I’ve enjoyed the company of women. Have I ever! Truly, deeply, unreservedly—”
“I grasp your meaning.” She shifted again on her chair. “Do you think you can live without it?”
“I’m willing to try.”
“Trying won’t suffice. If we’re to share a chamber, I need a clear statement of your intentions.”
He grabbed his wine, drained the cup, and plunked it down on the table. “We agreed to be friends, did we not?”
“We did.”
“Friends don’t steal from one another. They take only what is willingly given.”
“Know this now: I shall never give it.”
His gaze held hers. “So you’ve said.”
“I mean what I say.”
“As do I, and you have my word. I shall never force you to consummate our marriage.”
Relief coursed through her. He was a man of his word; that much she knew. She was safe. All would be well.
He slapped his thighs. “That said, shall we to bed?” He eased out of his chair and stretched his limbs. “The mattress is calling my name.”
She hesitated only a second, then stood. “Odd. I thought it called mine.”
“You don’t mean—”
“No. The bed is as much yours as mine. We’ll share it.” ’Twas a simple matter of fairness. No need to overthink it. Then why do my legs feel weak?
He glanced at her as they started toward the bedchamber. “Good. Feathers are far superior to the floor.”
“So the mattress is stuffed with feathers. I noticed you testing it before; now I know why.”
“I thought perhaps it held wool, which would’ve been fine. But I’ll take luxury any day. Here we are. After you, my lady.”
The lively fireplace greeted them as they entered the chamber. Already, the space was warmer than before. Two stools stood in front of the fire. A table lined one wall; above it hung another fine tapestry, whose threads wove the image of a swan on a secluded, tree-lined pond. Directly opposite sat the bed. Its canopy was suspended from the ceiling, and rich green curtains spilled down around the carved, wooden headboard and frame. The inner sanctum, with its turned-down linen and coverlets, waited in shadow.
She stared. A person could lose herself in a bed like that. And in eyes as infinite as her husband’s.


Picture
Picture

Soul of the Wolf
The Novels of Ravenwood Book 2 

Picture
A Norman loyalist, Lady Jocelyn bristles when ordered to marry Wulfstan, a Saxon sorcerer. She nurses a painful secret and would rather bathe in a cesspit than be pawed by such a man...until her lifelong dream of motherhood rears its head.

A man of magic and mystery, Wulfstan has no time for wedded bliss. He fears that consummating their marriage will bind their souls and wrench his focus from the ancient riddle his dying mother begged him to solve. He's a lone wolf, salving old wounds with endless work. But Jocelyn stirs him as no woman ever has.

Their attraction is undeniable. Their fates are intertwined. Together, they must face their demons and bring light to a troubled land.




Add to Goodreads
Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google ​



Picture
Picture
​Wulfstan’s expression shifted faster than the midnight clouds. “Why are you here?” he asked in a low, tight voice.
Keeping her distance, Jocelyn eyed the wolf behind him and willed her voice to sound calm. “Why do you think?”
Wulfstan’s eyes were like ice. “I think…that you’re spying on me.”
She held his wintry gaze. “Then you think rightly.”
“What? No denial? No protestations of innocence?”
“Would you have me lie?”
He clenched his fists. “No.”
“Then you cannot—”
“Nor would I have you pound your pestle into my private affairs.”
Heat swept through her. “Pray, what affairs have you that are not private?”
“I’ve given you a free hand with the servants and the keep. What more do you want?”
The wolf turned away and padded toward the forest. Her courage doubled. “More.”
Her mind made up, she strode past Wulfstan and approached Woden’s Stair. She raised her foot above the first step.
“Stay!” Wulfstan shouted above the wind.
She stopped short and turned to him. “Are you addressing me?”
He tore his gaze from the forest and settled it on her. “No. The wolf.” With powerful strides, he bridged the gap between them.
Her stomach quivered. He stood but a foot away. “Good,” she croaked. Then she cleared her throat. “For a moment, I thought you ordered me to stay, as you would order a dog.”
Humor softened his features. “Now there’s an idea. I must say, it does have a certain appeal.”
“Be serious.”
“A dog can be trained to please its master, but the master also enjoys pleasing the dog. Some hounds are spoiled, in fact.”
She frowned. Something in his tone was...suggestive. “Were I a bitch, I would not be so easily managed.”
He grinned. “That I believe. And I know you’re no animal to be trained. You’re a strong woman with a mind of your own. But even the strong-willed like to be pampered. Wouldn’t you like it?”
“I…I wouldn’t mind being pampered.”
His hair looked like spun starlight. “And pleasured?”
She stepped backward, and the heel of her boot met stone. Flustered, she clambered onto the step.
Wulfstan’s demeanor darkened. “Get down from there.” His large hands invaded her mantle and encircled her waist.
She wriggled free of his hands and backed onto the second step.
He crossed his arms. “Didn’t you hear me? Come down. That’s an order.”
Her body heat flared anew, and she climbed three steps higher. “I heard you, but I’ll not play the bitch to any man.”
“This isn’t a game.”
“No? What would you do if I ran all the way to the top?”
His words, exactly measured, were a promise. “I would stop you.”
“You could try.” She whirled around and started upward.
He grabbed her from behind and hoisted her several inches off the stairs. She struggled and kicked, and her left foot connected with his flesh.
“Woden’s blood!” He hauled her away from the stairs and planted her on the ground.
She twisted in his arms to face him. “Your nerve is unparalleled.”
His face was mere inches from hers. “Trust me, it bows to yours.”
“You’ve a clever tongue, my lord.” The hard, hot length of his body pressed against her.
His eyes were now dark and inviting. Expectant. “Would you care to see how clever?”
He lowered his lips to hers in a feather-light kiss. She gasped at the intimacy of it. He slipped his tongue inside her open mouth and began to explore.
’Twas her first kiss. A secret made known.
He’s tasting me, she thought. He tasted like mulled wine.
She melted to the kiss and opened her mouth wider. Their tongues entwined in a wet, rhythmic dance every bit as intricate as the patterns of Saxon art.
This is magic, she thought. And she wanted it to last forever.

​

Picture
Picture

Flight of the Raven
The Novels of Ravenwood Book 1 

Picture
How eager would the bridegroom be if he knew he could never bed the bride?

Lady Emma of Ravenwood Keep is prepared to give Sir William l’Orage land, wealth, and her hand in marriage. But her virginity? Not unless he loves her. The curse that claimed her mother is clear: unless a Ravenwood heir is conceived in love, the mother will die in childbirth. Emma is determined to dodge the curse. Then William arrives, brandishing raw sensuality which dares her to explore her own.

William the Storm isn’t a man to be gainsaid. He’ll give her protection, loyalty, and as much tenderness as he can muster. But malignant memories quell the mere thought of love. To him, the curse is codswallop. He plans a seduction to breach Emma’s fears and raze her objections. What follows is a test of wills and an affirmation of the power of love.




Add to Goodreads
Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo ​



Picture
Picture
​Toasts abounded, and the music soared. Yet Emma’s gaze kept straying to the gold ring on her finger. ʼTwas tangible proof she was a married woman, the property of William l’Orage. Soon, in the bedchamber they would share, she’d discover exactly what that meant.
She shuddered. Would he understand her predicament? He might laugh. He might even force her to betray her sense of self-preservation. ʼTwas his right, and she’d said the words: “to be bonny and buxom in bed and at board.” The board she could handle; bed was another matter.
Still, there were moments during the ceremony when he seemed softer somehow. When she entered the chapel, the look in his eyes stole her breath. It implied approval, pride.
And desire.
For the second time in as many minutes, she shivered. She looked to the high, vaulted ceiling and twisted her wedding band.
“Cold again?” her husband asked. The low, rich timber of his voice was seductive and becoming all too familiar.
She dropped her hands into her lap and cast a cautious glance his way. “Not especially.”
A pox on the man! He looked sinfully handsome today. It made him unduly appealing and far more dangerous. His eyes glittered like the dark jewels on his belt.
She squirmed in her high-backed chair. His belt! God save me from what lies below it.
“You’ll be warmer once we withdraw to our chamber,” he said.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Oh?”
“I told Tilda to have a fire waiting, and plenty of warm wine.”
“Oh.”
“Is that all you can say?”
“What more do you require?”
“If not words, how about a smile?”
“I’ve smiled overmuch the past few hours. My cheeks are numb.”
His grin was sensual by nature and mischievous by design. “Have you no enthusiasm for the coming festivities?”
She stifled a grimace. “Festivities. Is that what you call them? If you want a festive night, you’d do better to invite jugglers and mummers to prance about the chamber.”
His black eyes smoldered. “No, my bride. You and I will devise our own entertainment.”
The power of speech deserted her. Yet she kept her composure during the toasts and as the people cheered the bride and groom for the last time. Then William rose to his feet.
The dreaded moment had come. In a daze, she stood. Her eyes sought Meg, but the older woman was deep in conversation with Wulfstan and didn’t notice.
William guided Emma away from the table and out of the boisterous, oblivious hall. Once they were beyond observation, she pulled her hand from his arm and used her veil as an excuse to occupy her hands elsewhere.
She climbed the spiral, stone stairs as slowly as she dared, delaying the moment when the bedchamber door would close behind them. The stairwell torches were ablaze with flames that eagerly licked the shafts of wood. Behind her, William’s footsteps were as loud as thunder.
At the top of the stairs, the large, oak door stood wide open. There was no one inside the bedchamber, not a single soul to grant her one last pardon. Tilda had turned down the bed, and it loomed in the shadows, waiting.
On shaky legs, Emma crossed the rush-strewn floor and stood in front of the massive, arched fireplace. She studied the inferno roaring inside, refusing to look at William. Behind her, the door closed with a thud, and the bolt slid to with a scrape of finality. She heard and felt each crunching step as he came up behind her.
“My lady,” he murmured. “My wife.”
She couldn’t face him. “Aye,” her voice cracked. The fire looked wild, hungry.
“Would you like some wine?” His breath warmed the side of her neck. A second later, his lips sealed the tender flesh with a kiss.
“Wine.” She spun around. “Wine would be nice.”
His eyes blazed hotter than the fire. He hesitated, then smiled. “Then wine you shall have.” In two strides, he moved to the table where it waited. He grabbed the pitcher and poured dark liquid into one of two silver cups. Then he offered one to her.
Her fingers brushed his as she took the cup. She thanked him with a closed-mouth smile and took a sip of wine. The heady mixture of cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, nutmeg, and cloves tickled her tongue. The liquid warmed and soothed her throat.
“Good?” he asked.
She nodded and sipped again.
He grinned. “Perhaps ʼtwill loosen your tongue.”
“Perhaps.”
His grin deepened. “Though I see it’s had no effect yet.”
Hours of nervous tension crystalized. “I’ve better use for my tongue than to prattle the night away.”
“Really?” He inched closer. “Would you care to demonstrate?”


Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Judith Sterling is an award-winning author whose love of history and passion for the paranormal infuse everything she writes. Whether penning medieval romance (The Novels of Ravenwood) or young adult paranormal fantasy (the Guardians of Erin series), her favorite themes include true love, destiny, time travel, healing, redemption, and finding the hidden magic which exists all around us. She loves to share that magic with readers and whisk them far away from their troubles, particularly to locations in the British Isles. Her nonfiction books, written under Judith Marshall, have been translated into multiple languages. She has an MA in linguistics and a BA in history, with a minor in British Studies. Born in that sauna called Florida, she craved cooler climes, and once the travel bug bit, she lived in England, Scotland, Sweden, Wisconsin, Virginia, and on the island of Nantucket. She currently lives in Salem, Massachusetts with her husband and their identical twin sons.


Website * Facebook * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads * The Wild Rose Press * The Captivating Quill

​

Picture
Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!

Jan 24
kickoff at Silver Dagger Book Tours
Books,Dreams,Life

Jan 25
On My Bookshelf
The Book Dragon

Jan 26
Books a Plenty Book Reviews

Jan 27
Book Club Gone Wrong
Happy Ever After Romance Book Reviews

Jan 28
CelticLady's Reviews
nanasbookreviews

Jan 29
SSLY
Mythical Books

Jan 30
A Pinch of Bookdust
Craving Lovely Books

Jan 31
Bedazzled By Books
Insane Books

Feb 1
The Sexy Nerd 'Revue'
The Bookshelf Fairy

Feg 2
C Exley Books

Feb 3
Midnight Book Reader
Teatime and Books

Feb 4
Word Processor, Romance, Cats, Kids and Creed
3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, &, Sissy, Too!

Feb 5
Luv Saving Money
Maiden of the Pages

Feb 6
4covert2overt ☼ A Place In The Spotlight ☼
Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read

Feb 7
Book Corner News and Reviews
Teatime and Books Historical Reads

Feb 8
❧Defining Ways❧

Feb 9
Historical Graffiti - REVIEW #1 & #3
Romance Novel Giveaways

Feb 10
The Scratching Post
Book Fanatics

Feb 11
Breaking Genre
Anna del C. Dye official page

Feb 12
#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee
ⒾⓃⓉⓇⓄⓈⓅⒺⒸⓉⒾⓋⒺ ⓅⓇⒺⓈⓈ

Feb 13
Always Love Me Some Books Blog
Reviews and Promos by Nyx

Feb 14
Books all things paranormal and romance
Books, Authors, Blogs

Feb 15
Girl with Pen

Feb 16
T's Stuff

Feb 17
Inside the Insanity
Pen Possessed

Feb 18
TNT Book Promotions
A Blend of Sass and Class Blog
T.L. Gray Blog

Feb 19
Stormy Nights Reviewing & Bloggin'
Scrupulous Dreams

Feb 20
eBook Addicts
Dragon's Den

Feb 21
Literary Gold
Sylv.net

Feb 22
Readeropolis
Dog Eared Pages

Feb 23
Taryn Jameson
Twisted Book Ramblings

Feb 24
Valerie Ullmer | Romance Author
Breanna Hayse Romance
​

a Rafflecopter giveaway
Picture
85 Comments
Bea LaRocca
1/24/2020 03:41:46 am

The book covers are gorgeous and the synopses and excerpts intriguing. This sounds like an exciting series and I am looking forward to reading these stories Thank you for sharing your book details and for offering a giveaway

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 07:29:38 am

Thanks so much for your kind words, Bea. I'm thrilled you want to read the books! If you do, I hope you enjoy them.

Reply
James Robert
1/24/2020 05:24:09 am

Thanks so much for sharing a book description and giveaway also. Sounds great!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 07:31:28 am

You're so welcome, James. Thank YOU for commenting!

Reply
Beyond Comps
1/24/2020 06:22:51 am

Nice cover!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 07:32:03 am

Thanks, Beyond!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 07:35:20 am

Thanks a million for this beautiful post and blog tour. I'm excited and honored to be here.

Reply
Karen Bartell link
1/24/2020 08:23:49 am

Great synopses and excerpts!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 08:27:12 am

Thanks so much, Karen!

Reply
Sydney Winward
1/24/2020 08:23:56 am

I love the excerpts! You have some really interesting characters.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 08:28:00 am

Thanks, Sydney! I really appreciate your kind words.

Reply
Mary Morgan
1/24/2020 08:37:15 am

These are all beautiful stories! Wishing you a fabulous tour, Judith! Cheers!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 09:47:41 am

Thanks for popping in today, Mary! I really appreciate your kind words and support.

Reply
Ramona Harris
1/24/2020 10:40:41 am

Real interested in reading books great covers and excretes thank you for chance to win gift card

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 11:43:47 am

Thank you, Ramona. Hope you enjoy the stories, and good luck with the giveaway!

Reply
Rita Wray
1/24/2020 11:17:45 am

All the books sound great. I love the covers.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 11:44:48 am

Happy to see you here, Rita! Thanks for your kind words and support.

Reply
Calvin
1/24/2020 11:28:38 am

Neat theme-- I love all things time travel.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 11:52:00 am

Thanks, Calvin! I do too. There are hints of time travel throughout the series, but it's full-blown in the most recent release (NIGHT OF THE OWL) and the 5th book (RETURN OF THE RAVEN, which I'm writing now).

Reply
Barbara Bettis
1/24/2020 11:44:41 am

What a beautiful display of all these terrific books. Makes me want to read them all over again :) Happy tour!!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 11:54:51 am

Hi, Barbara! Lovely to see you here, and I'm so happy you enjoyed the books.

Reply
DebP
1/24/2020 12:02:23 pm

Beautiful cover. Very romantic. I would find a nice, indulgent read.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 04:39:45 pm

Thanks so much, Deb. I love it too.

Reply
Danielle McDonald
1/24/2020 01:02:17 pm

Love the cover !!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 04:40:24 pm

So do I, Danielle. Thanks for commenting!

Reply
Sherry
1/24/2020 02:07:46 pm

I really like the covers and think the books sound great.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 04:41:19 pm

I'm so glad you think so, Sherry. Thanks for commenting!

Reply
Debbie P
1/24/2020 03:53:55 pm

This book sounds like a very good read. Beautiful cover!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 04:41:54 pm

Thanks so much, Debbie!

Reply
wendy hutton
1/24/2020 04:28:19 pm

wonderful cover, I love it

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/24/2020 04:42:49 pm

So do I, Wendy. Thanks for commenting!

Reply
Mary Cloud
1/24/2020 07:08:11 pm

No questions. The cover is nice.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/25/2020 09:16:52 am

Thank you!

Reply
Kelly D
1/24/2020 07:28:14 pm

I like the covers, the settings are pretty. The Soul of the Wolf book interests me.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/25/2020 09:17:45 am

Wonderful, Kelly! If you decide to read it, I hope you enjoy the story.

Reply
Lynn CLAYTON
1/24/2020 07:44:14 pm

nice cover looks like a great read

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/25/2020 09:18:18 am

Thanks so much, Lynn!

Reply
Mary Kirkland link
1/25/2020 10:17:29 am

I will have to give this one a read, I think I would like this.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/25/2020 05:07:27 pm

Lovely, Mary! Thanks so much for your support, and I hope you enjoy it.

Reply
Gina Johnson
1/26/2020 06:14:17 am

I really like the covers, titles and descriptions. I'll have to give it a try.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/26/2020 07:51:22 am

That's wonderful, Gina! Thank you, and if you do end up reading the books, I hope you enjoy them.

Reply
jenn fike
1/26/2020 09:04:16 am

I really love this cover

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/26/2020 03:46:53 pm

So do I, Jenn. Thanks for letting me know!

Reply
Kelly Nicholson
1/26/2020 10:50:15 am

What do you think of the books or the covers?

she doesnt look like an owl

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/26/2020 03:55:24 pm

There are symbolic and literal reasons why I used the word "owl" in the title, as well as the animal names in the other titles.

Reply
Heather Mahley
1/27/2020 01:51:32 pm

I need to read this one. It souds great

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/27/2020 05:02:46 pm

Thanks so much, Heather! If you do read it, I hope you enjoy the story.

Reply
Terri Quick
1/27/2020 10:19:45 pm

I love the background color on the cover

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/28/2020 07:12:23 am

I do too, Terri! Thanks for letting me know.

Reply
Amy F
1/28/2020 04:35:53 pm

Fascinating sub-genre of romance! Sounds great!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/29/2020 10:48:44 am

Thanks so much, Amy! I've really enjoyed writing the series, and I'm working on its 5th and final book now.

Reply
Stephanie
1/29/2020 02:33:53 pm

Seems like they could have a very big impact on the future.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/30/2020 07:55:31 am

The characters? Yes, they could! Thanks for commenting, Stephanie.

Reply
MARCY MEYER
1/29/2020 04:44:43 pm

The covers look good and the stories sound really interesting.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/30/2020 07:56:22 am

Thanks so much for your kind words, Marcy!

Reply
Shannon Holmes
1/29/2020 06:08:26 pm

I love the covers.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
1/30/2020 07:57:11 am

Thanks, Shannon! The cover artists were Debbie Taylor and RJ Morris.

Reply
Julie Lundstrom
1/31/2020 02:33:59 pm

Love the cover and the colors. Love the title too.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/1/2020 11:25:45 am

I'm so glad, Julie! Thanks for letting me know.

Reply
Victoria Scott
2/3/2020 06:48:48 pm

Sounds like my kind of book! Thanks for sharing!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/4/2020 07:50:06 am

Thanks so much, Victoria!

Reply
Peggy Salkill
2/4/2020 07:32:14 pm

Love the cover!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/5/2020 07:37:02 am

Thanks, Peggy. I do too!

Reply
Mood Reader
2/11/2020 05:41:06 pm

Looks great!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/12/2020 11:37:17 am

Thank you so much!

Reply
Susan Smith
2/15/2020 02:11:24 pm

Sounds great, I like the cover.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/16/2020 07:56:41 am

Thanks so much, Susan! Debbie Taylor did the cover.

Reply
Catelyn
2/19/2020 02:32:23 pm

Flight of the Raven intrigues me most

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/20/2020 08:01:36 am

Hi, Catelyn! Thank you for your interest. FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN and the rest of the series are on sale for 99 cents right now. If you do decide to read it, I hope you enjoy the story.

Reply
Daniel M
2/20/2020 04:38:13 pm

like the covers

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/21/2020 02:00:57 pm

Thanks, Daniel!

Reply
Nicole Fall link
2/23/2020 01:04:17 pm

I love the castle in the background! Great Cover!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/24/2020 07:41:35 am

Thanks so much, Nicole. I love it too!

Reply
Anne Higgins
2/23/2020 08:15:46 pm

You sound like a fun Mom - bet your boys enjoy having you around to keep the humor going in the house.. I truly understand your term sauna for Florida - I HATE the humidity, head, bugs....- at least now you experience Winter!
Cover of your books are great - I like the apprehensive look of the gals face in Night of the Owl - a woman that wants to put aside love for her goals - but what will happen. Looking forward to a good read. Thanks

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/24/2020 07:45:13 am

Aww...thanks so much, Anne. I try to be a fun Mom! Glad you understand how I feel about Florida; most people think it's a paradise, but the reality is quite different for many of us. I love where I live now, although we haven't had much of a winter this year. (Sigh...) If you do read my books, I hope you enjoy them!

Reply
Heather Kaufman
2/24/2020 01:02:33 pm

The covers are sweet & go well with the book blurbs.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/24/2020 03:17:06 pm

Thanks, Heather! Debbie Taylor designed the 1st and 4th covers, and RJ Morris designed the 2nd and 3rd.

Reply
beth shepherd
2/24/2020 01:02:52 pm

I really like the cover! It def draws me in. Thank you

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/24/2020 03:17:40 pm

You're welcome, Beth. Thank YOU! :)

Reply
Hesper Fry
2/24/2020 06:41:22 pm

I really like the book covers and from reading the excerpts sounds like books I would really enjoy!

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/25/2020 09:40:53 am

Thanks so much, Hesper! All of the books are on sale for 99 cents right now (at Amazon, B & N, and Apple), but only for a few more days. If you do decide to read them, I hope you enjoy the stories!

Reply
Stacey A Smith
2/24/2020 08:45:01 pm

I love the cover art very romantic.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/25/2020 09:41:47 am

Thanks, Stacey! I love the covers, too. The artists, Debbie Taylor and RJ Morris, did a great job.

Reply
Jerry Marquardt
2/24/2020 11:28:36 pm

I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including The Novels of Revenwood, and wishing the best in keeping up the good work in the future.

Reply
Judith Sterling link
2/25/2020 09:42:53 am

Thanks so much for your kind words, Jerry. I promise to do my best! :)

Reply



Leave a Reply.

    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture

    **NEW** Subscribe to the Silver Dagger Reader Newsletter to stay up to date on new tours!

    * indicates required

    Categories

    All
    Action
    Activity Book
    Adventure
    African American
    Alt History
    Anthology
    Apocalyptic
    Audiobook
    Australian
    Bdsm
    Billionaire Romance
    Biography
    Chick Lit
    Childrens
    Christian
    Coloring Book
    Comedy
    Coming Of Age
    Contemporary Fiction
    Contemporaryromance
    Contemporary Romance
    Cookbook
    Cozymystery
    Cozy Mystery
    Crime
    Cyberpunk
    Dark
    Dark Romance
    Drama
    Dystopian
    Educational
    Eroticromance
    Erotic Romance
    Fairytale
    Fantasy
    Financial
    Giveaway-hop
    Gothic
    Health And Wellness
    Historical
    Historicalromance
    Historical Romance
    Holiday
    Horror
    Humorous
    Inspirational
    Legal Thriller
    Lgbtq
    Literaryfiction
    Mafiaromance
    Mafia Romance
    Magicrealism
    Magic Realism
    Mcromance
    Mc Romance
    Memoir
    Menage
    Middlegrade
    Middle Grade
    Military
    Mystery
    Newadult
    New Adult
    Nonfiction
    Paranormal
    Paranormalromance
    Paranormal Romance
    Parenting
    Pets
    Poetry
    Postapocalyptic
    Pulp-fiction
    Reverseharemromance
    Reverse Harem Romance
    Rockstarromance
    Rockstar Romance
    Romance
    Romanticcomedy
    Romantic Comedy
    Romanticsuspense
    Romantic Suspense
    Satirical
    Sciencefiction
    Science Fiction
    Scifi
    Scifiromance
    Scifi Romance
    Selfhelp
    Shortstories
    Short Stories
    Speculativefiction
    Speculative Fiction
    Sportsromance
    Steampunk
    Supernatural
    Suspense
    Sweetromance
    Thriller
    Timetravel
    Time-travel
    Urban
    Urbanfantasy
    Urban Fantasy
    Western
    Womensfiction
    Womens Fiction
    Ya
    Youngadult
    Young-adult
    Youngadultya
    Young Adult Ya

    Archives

    January 2023
    December 2022
    November 2022
    October 2022
    September 2022
    August 2022
    July 2022
    June 2022
    May 2022
    April 2022
    March 2022
    February 2022
    January 2022
    December 2021
    November 2021
    October 2021
    September 2021
    August 2021
    July 2021
    June 2021
    May 2021
    April 2021
    March 2021
    February 2021
    January 2021
    December 2020
    November 2020
    October 2020
    September 2020
    August 2020
    July 2020
    June 2020
    May 2020
    April 2020
    March 2020
    February 2020
    January 2020
    December 2019
    November 2019
    October 2019
    September 2019
    August 2019
    July 2019
    June 2019
    May 2019
    April 2019
    March 2019
    February 2019
    January 2019
    December 2018
    November 2018
    October 2018
    September 2018
    August 2018
    July 2018
    June 2018
    May 2018
    April 2018
    March 2018
    February 2018
    January 2018
    December 2017
    November 2017
    October 2017
    September 2017
    August 2017
    July 2017
    June 2017
    May 2017
    April 2017
    March 2017
    February 2017
    January 2017
    December 2016
    November 2016
    October 2016
    September 2016

© 2021 Silver Dagger Book Tours