5 Flowers! Ms. Heckart has done very
well with this tale. I really enjoyed the
new twist on the old King Arthur tale. I
liked Gwen's new looks. You kept my
attention and it was well written, nicely
paced and filled with steam. Grab a
copy and enjoy it, I am.
Reviewed by Robin L. at My Book Cravings
well with this tale. I really enjoyed the
new twist on the old King Arthur tale. I
liked Gwen's new looks. You kept my
attention and it was well written, nicely
paced and filled with steam. Grab a
copy and enjoy it, I am.
Reviewed by Robin L. at My Book Cravings
White Rose of Avalon ordering info,
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Reviews
Unlike other versions, this novel does
not center around Arthur, or Artorius in
this case, but revolves around
Morgaine, Lancelot and Gwenhwyfar.
The characters are well defined. Ms.
Heckart's descriptive scenery is
absolutely magical creating an
intensely sexual twist of a classic
legend.
Reviewed by Bonnie-Lass at Coffee Time
Romance
not center around Arthur, or Artorius in
this case, but revolves around
Morgaine, Lancelot and Gwenhwyfar.
The characters are well defined. Ms.
Heckart's descriptive scenery is
absolutely magical creating an
intensely sexual twist of a classic
legend.
Reviewed by Bonnie-Lass at Coffee Time
Romance
Excerpt from White Rose of Avalon:
He stood in the doorway, watching the rain, inhaling the fresh scent.
Lancelot loved the clean smell of rain. The rain washed away
bloodstains from the battlefield leaving it like new as if nothing
terrible had ever happened there, that thousands of soldiers had
never been killed. He wished the rain could purify his soul in the
same way it cleansed the tainted earth.
Stepping back inside, he cleaned his sword, his thoughts preparing
for the impending battle that was sure to come soon. Rumors
flourished throughout the fortress that the Saxons were gathering
again.
A cool fall breeze blew in the open door, fanning the small central
fire in his home. The fire hissed and smoked when rain would find its
way down the smoke hole.
"Is this a good time for a visit?" Artorius stood in his doorway, his tall
body blocking the wide doorframe.
"Of course, Sire, please...come in." Lancelot scrambled around,
trying to clear off a chair for him to sit on.
Artorius shook the rain from his cloak and entered, sitting in the
chair near the fire. Lancelot poured him a cup of wine and one for
himself. Lancelot sat across from him.
"Lancelot, you seem to be experienced in matters of the heart."
Perhaps you can give me some advice."
"I will do my best." Lancelot's hand gripped his wine cup.
"I have had women in the carnal way before Gwenhwyfar and I would
consider myself...er...experienced in the bedchamber...but she does
not seem pleased with anything I do lately."
Lancelot took a long drink of his wine, trying to hide how
uncomfortable he was to be having this conversation with Artorius.
"Well, in my experiences with women, I have found that they can be
rather unpredictable in the bedchamber at certain times during the
moon's phases. Perhaps it is not you at all, but maybe her monthly
madness interferes with her carnal pleasures."
Artorius pondered Lancelot's advice. "There may be some truth in
that. She is the first woman I have lived with and her pleasures do
seem to wax and wane with the moon." His eyes grew thoughtful. "I
just love her more than I thought I could ever love anyone. I want to
make her happy. I cannot bear to see sadness in her eyes."
Lancelot shifted in his chair. Guilt washed over him in massive
waves and he found it difficult to meet Artorius's gaze. "You are truly
blessed to have found love, Sire."
"I guess I have Morgaine to thank for that. You are also fortunate to
have the love of such a generous woman." He set his empty cup
down on the table and stood. "I feel much better now. I am blessed
to have you as a brother, Lancelot of the Lake."
Lancelot sat staring into the fire long after Artorius had gone. The
rain fell harder, pounding into the thatch roof like trampling hooves,
matching the pounding of his guilt-ridden heart. He thought of
Artorius and Morgaine. The guilt reached a massive peak, opening
in his heart like a deep abyss that threatened to swallow him like the
mouth of an enormous ravenous beast. But for all of his suffering,
Gwenhwyfar's pull on him was stronger like the full moon on the
sea's powerless tides.
* * *
He stood in the doorway, watching the rain, inhaling the fresh scent.
Lancelot loved the clean smell of rain. The rain washed away
bloodstains from the battlefield leaving it like new as if nothing
terrible had ever happened there, that thousands of soldiers had
never been killed. He wished the rain could purify his soul in the
same way it cleansed the tainted earth.
Stepping back inside, he cleaned his sword, his thoughts preparing
for the impending battle that was sure to come soon. Rumors
flourished throughout the fortress that the Saxons were gathering
again.
A cool fall breeze blew in the open door, fanning the small central
fire in his home. The fire hissed and smoked when rain would find its
way down the smoke hole.
"Is this a good time for a visit?" Artorius stood in his doorway, his tall
body blocking the wide doorframe.
"Of course, Sire, please...come in." Lancelot scrambled around,
trying to clear off a chair for him to sit on.
Artorius shook the rain from his cloak and entered, sitting in the
chair near the fire. Lancelot poured him a cup of wine and one for
himself. Lancelot sat across from him.
"Lancelot, you seem to be experienced in matters of the heart."
Perhaps you can give me some advice."
"I will do my best." Lancelot's hand gripped his wine cup.
"I have had women in the carnal way before Gwenhwyfar and I would
consider myself...er...experienced in the bedchamber...but she does
not seem pleased with anything I do lately."
Lancelot took a long drink of his wine, trying to hide how
uncomfortable he was to be having this conversation with Artorius.
"Well, in my experiences with women, I have found that they can be
rather unpredictable in the bedchamber at certain times during the
moon's phases. Perhaps it is not you at all, but maybe her monthly
madness interferes with her carnal pleasures."
Artorius pondered Lancelot's advice. "There may be some truth in
that. She is the first woman I have lived with and her pleasures do
seem to wax and wane with the moon." His eyes grew thoughtful. "I
just love her more than I thought I could ever love anyone. I want to
make her happy. I cannot bear to see sadness in her eyes."
Lancelot shifted in his chair. Guilt washed over him in massive
waves and he found it difficult to meet Artorius's gaze. "You are truly
blessed to have found love, Sire."
"I guess I have Morgaine to thank for that. You are also fortunate to
have the love of such a generous woman." He set his empty cup
down on the table and stood. "I feel much better now. I am blessed
to have you as a brother, Lancelot of the Lake."
Lancelot sat staring into the fire long after Artorius had gone. The
rain fell harder, pounding into the thatch roof like trampling hooves,
matching the pounding of his guilt-ridden heart. He thought of
Artorius and Morgaine. The guilt reached a massive peak, opening
in his heart like a deep abyss that threatened to swallow him like the
mouth of an enormous ravenous beast. But for all of his suffering,
Gwenhwyfar's pull on him was stronger like the full moon on the
sea's powerless tides.
* * *
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Kelley Heckart, White Rose of Avalon
"A friend of mine passed this sweet,
eruptive book on to me. At first I was
really hesitant. I mean, another King
Arthurian story? And I had never read
an e book in my life! This is so colourful!
The old characters are all there, but
they are incredibly alive, and there are
lots of new twists on this classic (desire
stirs throughout a lot of the scenes), I
wish that it was longer.
Kelley Heckart's writing makes me wish
for a fireplace and a harp in the
background."
Written by Tina-Sue Ducross
I stumbled across this wonderful blog post
by Tina-Sue Ducross, which she graciously
allowed me to post on my website in its
entirety
Kelley Heckart, White Rose of Avalon
"A friend of mine passed this sweet,
eruptive book on to me. At first I was
really hesitant. I mean, another King
Arthurian story? And I had never read
an e book in my life! This is so colourful!
The old characters are all there, but
they are incredibly alive, and there are
lots of new twists on this classic (desire
stirs throughout a lot of the scenes), I
wish that it was longer.
Kelley Heckart's writing makes me wish
for a fireplace and a harp in the
background."
Written by Tina-Sue Ducross
I stumbled across this wonderful blog post
by Tina-Sue Ducross, which she graciously
allowed me to post on my website in its
entirety
A new twist on a timeless tale...
Back cover text from White Rose of Avalon (Celtic fantasy
romance)
The three women of Avalon…
One who loves with only half a heart, one who closes off her heart
to love, and one who is torn between the love of two men.
Can they find happiness as the walls of Avalon crumble?
With the land falling into Saxon hands, the Christian monks make a
pact with Morgaine, Queen of the Faeries. She promises to give
them a High King who will unite the Britons against the Saxons if he
takes a queen from the faery realm. She hopes this will restore the
Goddess faith, bringing Avalon back to its rightful place and not
hidden within the mists.
Morgaine’s lover, Lancelot, is sent to guard the future High King,
Artorius. The Saxons are driven back by Artorius’ army and his
kingdom reigns until he weds Gwenhwyfar. A love potion meant for
Artorius and Gwenhwyfar falls into the wrong hands, sending the
kingdom into ruins. Gwenhwyfar is the only hope for the future of
Britain, but betrayal, revenge and forbidden love surround her,
threatening to destroy the lives of four people.
romance)
The three women of Avalon…
One who loves with only half a heart, one who closes off her heart
to love, and one who is torn between the love of two men.
Can they find happiness as the walls of Avalon crumble?
With the land falling into Saxon hands, the Christian monks make a
pact with Morgaine, Queen of the Faeries. She promises to give
them a High King who will unite the Britons against the Saxons if he
takes a queen from the faery realm. She hopes this will restore the
Goddess faith, bringing Avalon back to its rightful place and not
hidden within the mists.
Morgaine’s lover, Lancelot, is sent to guard the future High King,
Artorius. The Saxons are driven back by Artorius’ army and his
kingdom reigns until he weds Gwenhwyfar. A love potion meant for
Artorius and Gwenhwyfar falls into the wrong hands, sending the
kingdom into ruins. Gwenhwyfar is the only hope for the future of
Britain, but betrayal, revenge and forbidden love surround her,
threatening to destroy the lives of four people.
To hear an excerpt from White Rose of Avalon read and performed
by Gary and Ruth at the Celtic Myth Podshow, click here:
My excerpt is featured
in Special Episode SP03-
Lughnasadh 2008
They did an awesome job
and it was wonderful to
hear my writing brought to
life.
by Gary and Ruth at the Celtic Myth Podshow, click here:
My excerpt is featured
in Special Episode SP03-
Lughnasadh 2008
They did an awesome job
and it was wonderful to
hear my writing brought to
life.
