On this day in 1844, the last pair of Great Auks were killed. The bird is now extinct. In Britt Bury's debut paranormal romance, THE DARKEST DAY, humans may soon be extinct:
ALL-CONSUMING DESIRE . . .
Izel Campbell was raised to believe she is an immortal Fionn with the magical skills of persuasion. But when she travels to Scotland to visit her ancestral home, Izel discovers that she is actually the world's last living human. Forced to run for her life, Izel crosses paths with Kelvin Kerr, the Campbells' greatest foe-and the most magnificent warrior she has ever seen.
BURNS BRIGHTEST . . .
A thousand-year-old battle chief of the Kerr clan, Kelvin lives only to avenge his father, who died at the hands of the bloody Campbells. Honor demands he kill the Campbell heir, but when he learns that the lovely Izel is both Campbell and human, Kelvin is torn between duty and desire . . .
I posted my review of THE DARKEST DAY on Amazon at this link and Goodreads at this link. I am giving away a Kindle copy of THE DARKEST DAY to one randomly selected commenter. To enter the giveaway,
1. Leave a comment about your "ancestral home" - what makes it special? I recall visiting my paternal Grandmother in Macon, Mississippi. She had a long driveway under a canopy of trees.
2. This giveaway is open to all readers.
3. Comments are open through Friday, July 6, 10 pm in Hawaii. I'll post the winner on Saturday, July 7.
Mahalo,
Kim in Hawaii
To learn more about Britt and her coming series, check out her website at brittbury.com.
1. Leave a comment about your "ancestral home" - what makes it special? I recall visiting my paternal Grandmother in Macon, Mississippi. She had a long driveway under a canopy of trees.
2. This giveaway is open to all readers.
3. Comments are open through Friday, July 6, 10 pm in Hawaii. I'll post the winner on Saturday, July 7.
Mahalo,
Kim in Hawaii
To learn more about Britt and her coming series, check out her website at brittbury.com.
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I grew up as an Army brat so there was no real ancestral home. My grandparents homes would not be ancestral either. I have some pictures of home I would to be my ancestral home
ReplyDeleteI remember spending lots of holidays with my Nan and Granddad. They lived in a little town about 3 miles from the Welsh border. I always loved going there with my sisters' and brother. We used to wander along the country lanes, picking wild raspberries and blackberries, and stuffing our faces with them. We always used to roam the hills and swim in a river where there was a whirlpool (shudder), which we always kept well away from that. I also had a friend there whose family had horses, so I also went horse riding a lot.
ReplyDeleteLooking back, I can't believe that we all survived our childhood down there without any of us getting injured or killed.!!
Please don't enter me into the contest.
Those photos are amazing! My family is from England and Germany so I haven't been able to visit where we came from. But I was forced to move to a tiny little town that my great great something or other uncle founded.
ReplyDeleteNo real ancestral homes. My grandparents came to this country from Sicily and I've never had a chance to visit but they were sheep herders and fishermen so no grand homes.
ReplyDeleteI grew up spending many summers at my grandparents farm in Kentucky. No walmarts no Mcdonalds, the country store/gas station across the street. No AC in the house so we spent many nights on the front porch swing. I learned how to grow and pick veggies from the garden, go blackberry hunting for making blackberry jam. My mamma taught me how to crochet and I watched her quilt. Oh so many wonderful memories. Wish my children could of have experienced the same as I did.
ReplyDeleteMy 'ancestral home' was purchased by a lumber company and burned to make way for the planting of fir trees.
ReplyDeleteFrom what I've heard, my ancestral homes in Sicily were pretty nice. The floors were made of marble and they had beautiful courtyards and balconies.
ReplyDeleteI was adopted so I don't really know any more past my adopted family's. They immigrated from Germany and I don't think that anyone remembers from where exactly.
ReplyDeleteHappy 4th of July!
I am going to claim Castle Campbell as my ancestral home! We wear the Campbell tartan, so why not!
ReplyDeleteLeslie
Sad to say, I don't have an 'ancestral home'.
ReplyDeleteI don't really have an ancestral home, grandparents and parents moved around and never even owned their own homes, except for a trailer. I have my own home, but have not had it for long enough to consider it ancestral, even for my son. :D
ReplyDeleteI don't have an ancestral home.
ReplyDeleteI don't have an ancestral home. My parents moved from Russia to Germany when I was a child.
ReplyDeleteKatha
My ancestral home would be somewhere in China, however I've never been and don't exactly know the location either since my own parents grew up in Hong Kong and they have never visited our ancestral home either...
ReplyDeleteMy grandma's parents migrated here from Russia and she always talked to us about it growing up, but I have no plans to visit. My grandpa is from spain and again, I have no plans to visit, but it would be amazing to get a chance to see someday
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