Highland Blood Releases Wednesday! Let's have a sneak peek

Saturday, February 13, 2016



It's almost release day! Nothing like an upcoming release to get an author...excited (read crazy, sleepless, showerless, etc.). If you read the first book in this series, and its accompanying Author's Note, you'll already know this series likes to give me fit. FITS, I tell ya!

If you've been with me for awhile, you'll already know this series went though a rebranding. The series was previously titled "The Saga of Lady MacBeth," and Book 1 was titled "Lady Macbeth: Daughter of Ravens." The market didn't respond well to the old cover or title. Of course, that was no surprise given the "curse" that seemed to surround the book.

But here we are, once more, with a new book. I had originally intended The Celtic Blood Series as a trilogy. Well, working on Highland Blood, I discovered I have at least 4, if not 5, books to give you in this series. So the good new is there will be an additional book in The Celtic Blood Series!

I can't say a lot about the upcoming tale that isn't really spoilerish, but I do have the tiniest of sneak peeks for you from the very first chapter.

Oh! And if you are new to me or my series, I put Book 1 on sale for 99 cents. The novel is set in a historical time period, but features dark magic, sword play, wizardry, the fey, and necromancy. This isn't your grandma's historical romance. :)


Sneak Peek



I took two hesitant steps into the darkness. Thora bumped against my leg. My head felt dizzy. My temples pounded. A sharp pain seared across my forehead, making me wince. It was all I could do to stay upright. Thora began to whimper when the darkness didn’t pass. We were stuck between worlds. The silence was thick and heavy, the darkness tangible. If I didn’t focus, we could get lost forever in the in-between space, neither the realm of the living nor the otherworld. I shuddered at the thought. I forced myself to concentrate past the pain wracking my body. I could feel the living, breathing world just beyond my grasp. It was like someone had dropped a black veil between me and the realm of the corporeal. I breathed in deeply, trying to inhale the smell of earth, to hear the sounds of nature, to feel the living energy which belonged to the world of men.
It felt like an eternity before the sound of trickling water came to my ears. The sharp, tangy scent of mud filled my nostrils. We’d made it back. We were in the realm of the living but where? It was so dark. I took a few steps forward but my foot caught on something, and I fell into the wet mud face first. Thora whined. I reached out in the darkness and felt mud, roots, water, and gritty stone. We were in a cave. Water dripped from roots overhead. The air was spiced with elemental smells. I rose and wiped the mud off my face and out of my mouth. Carefully, I reached out and touched the cave wall. It was wet and slimy.
Using the cave wall as a guide, I worked my way forward. Water trickled over my hand, down my arm, and into my dress. My foot slipped. When I reached out to steady myself, I felt the soft body of a bat. It screeched and flew out of the cave.
I jarred sideways and fell into the mud again.
Thora whimpered.
“It’s okay, girl. We’ll get out of here, and everything will be okay,” I said, trying to convince both her and me.
It was too dark to see, but I knew my hands, knees, and elbows were bleeding. Mud worked into the cuts. The wounds stung. I dashed away hot tears of frustration, and tried to keep my focus on my task. This was just a small inconvenience. My physical body could survive this discomfort. At the end of this trial, my love would be waiting for me. A marriage contract…finally, Madelaine had secured my match with Banquo.



Something wicked this way comes.

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The Witching Arts, An Airship Racing Chronicles Flash Fiction by Melanie Karsak & Happy Birthday Lord Byron!

Friday, January 22, 2016



Happy Birthday, Lord B. This week marks the birthday of George Gordon, Lord Byron. Byron was born on January 22, 1788. To celebrate my favorite bad boy's birthday, I'm sharing the flash fiction piece of I wrote for "The Witching Hour Collection." This piece, which I titled "The Witching Arts" features Byron before he meets the heroine of my steampunk romantic adventure Airship Racing Chronicles series (in which Byron plays a major role). Enjoy this little dose of that mad, bad, and dangerous to know poet we all love.

The Witching Arts


An Airship Racing Chronicles Flash Fiction

1809, Portugal

The prostitute’s long black hair tickled Byron’s sides as her hot mouth worked slowly down the poet’s chest. Outside the window of the brothel, the streets of Sintra exploded in a cacophony of sound as people flowed from bars to whore houses to opium dens, music and voices saturating the night’s air. The room where she’d taken him smelled of heady Indian spices and rosewater. The scent was grotesque and intoxicating all at once.
“Portuguese women truly are formed for all the witching arts of love,” Byron said as he stroked his hand down her smooth, bare back. He eyed her pert breasts hungrily, thinking what a feast he would make of her body.
“I’m glad you find me to your liking, Lord Byron. You’re such a refined gentleman. I was afraid I would not be able to satisfy you,” the prostitute whispered in reply.
“Satisfy? Well, that’s overreaching a bit,” he said then sipped the small glass of absinthe that had been sitting on the bedside table. Byron’s grand tour had started off well, at least in his estimation. Portugal offered a cornucopia of erotic delights, and he was sampling as many as he could get his hands on. There was barely a whore left in Sintra he hadn’t tried, both male and female. But he’d been looking for someone special. That was how he’d found Aline. They all said she was the best, that her skills were…unique. Byron couldn’t wait to find out.
Yet still, when he paused long enough to let it in, the abyss threatened. No matter what exotic flavors he tried, nothing filled the hungry darkness inside him. No matter how far he pushed, the burning emptiness remained. Not for the first time, he wondered if he would ever find anything, or anyone, who could make the ache go away.
The prostitute straddling Byron’s waist grabbed the burning candle from the nearby table. She smiled down at Byron, her dark eyes shimmering. “Yes, well, some men need more to satisfy their hunger,” she said then slowly dripped hot wax down his chest toward his cock.
Byron winced as the liquid wax burned him, but the pain also evoked pleasure. His dick stiffened with excitement. The woman was beautiful, and talented, all the things they said she would be. But still…it was not enough.
The woman studied Byron’s face, his eyes, and sensed that there was more he needed from her. More that only someone like her could give.
“My grandmother could see the future in the flames,” she told Byron then, ignoring his smug grin. Such men always thought they knew better. “They called her a witch, but she could see the future. And I…I have the sight as well. And even better, I know what men truly want. When I look at you, Lord Byron, I see what you need. Do not be frightened or annoyed,” she said when she saw a flash of something dangerous light up in his eyes, “just let me look. What do you want me to see? Do you want me to learn if you shall ever find your heart’s deepest desire?”
Byron quickly masked his feelings with an expression of curiosity. He grinned wryly. “Would you were so talented,” he murmured, reaching out to grab her bare waist, his hands circling around to squeeze her fleshy bottom.
Ignoring him, Aline stared into the flames. “Your soul’s mate,” she whispered in a strange and faraway voice.
Byron’s stomach quivered, but he laughed condescendingly. “You will find only darkness,” he told her. But he hoped his words were a lie. More than anything, Byron wanted to know if there was anyone out there who could ever feed the insatiable hunger inside him.
She held the candle before her. The flickering flames cast long shadows over her lovely features. Muttering under her breath, she cast an incantation. Byron recognized the rhyme in the lines, but not the words.
For what seemed like an eternity, Aline stared into the fire.
Byron said nothing, simply waited.
Several minutes later, the woman blinked hard, muttered some words in thanks, then, with her eyes still closed, pinched out the flame. In the darkness, she moved off the bed.
Several moments passed. When she did not come back to bed nor speak, Bryon laughed. “I told you there was nothing but gloom.”
“No,” Aline replied after a moment. Byron realized then she was near the door. “What I saw was the most beautiful, most glorious thing I have ever seen. Fields and fields of lilies. They glimmered like they were made of gold, spiraling until they became a sea of sliver stars. Not only will you find your soul’s mate, but through her, you will find a way out of the darkness. I have never seen a love like that before. When you find her, hold on to her. Never let her go. I’m sorry. Now, I…I just can’t. It was too beautiful,” she said then opened the door. “Farewell, Lord Byron,” she added, then slipped out the door.
Byron lay in the darkness staring up at the ceiling. The entire room, much like his life, was bathed in blackness. Wherever she was, this creature made of flowers and stars, Byron hoped he found her before the darkness swallowed him whole.


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The Crossroads Saga by Mary Ting & $50 Giveaway

Thursday, January 21, 2016

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Crossroads by Mary Ting 

Can two worlds collide in dreams? Protecting her from the fallen was his duty. Falling in love was never part of his plan. Loving her was forbidden. Being with her was all that mattered, even if it meant he would be exiled for all eternity. Claudia Emerson's life is about to change when her good friend, who coincidentally shares the same first and last name, dies in a tragic accident. Distraught at the loss of her friend, Claudia's dreams become tumultuous, and through them she mysteriously travels to another world called Crossroads. There, she unexpectedly meets Michael, a nephilim--half angel, half human. Now that she's been there, fallen and demons are after her, suspecting she must be special, and it is up to Michael and the other nephilim to protect her. Her dream becomes a nightmare as more secrets are revealed about who she really is, and the true identities of the people she loves most.   

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 “Crossroads by Mary Ting has it all: danger, romance, suspense, incredible characters and an original plot that is sure to thrill. The action never stops as good and evil battle to the death. This well written and fascinating love story will keep readers entranced.” ~ReadersFavorite.com 

 “Love is in question. Trust is debatable. No one is safe. Between by Mary Ting is an enchanting, nail-biter that will leave you breathless from the exquisite cover to the thrilling end.” ~Gabby, Nashville Young Adult Fiction Examiner/What’s Beyond Forks 

 “Crossroads is an exciting debut book with a rich paranormal mythology, unique angel-lore, forbidden romance, action, suspense and plot twists. With her detailed writing and a plot that flow wells, Mary created a world I enjoyed visiting, and a story that was hard to put down.” ~Katie with Mundie Moms 

 “Beyond is an extraordinary story with unforgettable characters, passionately written by an author who clearly understands the true identity of love. Compelling and exciting; this is a must-read for all hardcore fans of the paranormal romance genre.” ~Angie Edwards @ Books4Tomorrow 

 “Reading the Crossroads Saga has always put me in a very ethereal place while turning its pages. In BEYOND, Mary Ting takes it to another level and I embrace the new darkness with open wings just like Michael would with his heart-shaped wings” ~Yara, Once Upon A Twilight

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Author Mary Ting Bestselling/award-winning author Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.  

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