Son of Corse by KateMarie Collins

Today we host KateMarie Collins, one of my fellow authors at Solstice Publishing. KateMarie writes delightful fantasy that lures you in and captures your heart. I've had the pleasure of reading her work before, and look forward to this adventure with a great deal of anticipation.

First, we're going to get to know a little about KateMarie Collins:

Born in the late 60's, KateMarie has lived most of her life in the Pacific NW. While she's always been creative, she didn't turn towards writing until 2008. She found a love for the craft. With the encouragement of her husband and two daughters, she started submitting her work to publishers. When she's not taking care of her family, KateMarie enjoys attending events for the Society for Creative Anachronism. The SCA has allowed her to combine both a creative nature and love of history. She currently resides with her family and three cats in what she likes to refer to as "Seattle Suburbia".
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Her newest book, Son of Corse, sounds so good that I can't wait to kick back and enjoy it. Here's a teensy look at what you can expect:
It’s been almost two years since Arwenna banished the Demon Corse from her world. Life has been good. Idyllic, almost.

The illusion is shattered in a heartbeat during her sister’s wedding. Not only are once-dead enemies back, but they’ve stolen Arwenna’s only child, Sera.

The price Arwenna will have to pay to save her daughter is high. Can she muster the strength to make a pact that jeopardizes not just her own soul, but that of an entire world?

It was a good week before the priests began to arrive with the items Senyan required them to bring.  He put his time waiting to good use, making the temple once again both habitable and useful.  Using Irini for some of the more mundane and labor intensive tasks, Senyan turned his thoughts to the items he would need to complete the ritual before him.  He fished out the rusted iron sword from the ashes of the fire pit.  Using his magic, he refashioned it to a small cage of cold iron.  Restraints of another kind were fastened to one of the pillars. 
The first priest to return brought a small bundle, squirming with life.  A tight smile of satisfaction crossed Senyan’s lips as he placed the struggling fairy into the iron cage.  It was small enough that she could not move much without the cold iron touching her. The acrid odor of singed wings didn’t bother him, but he knew it pained the creature. Which meant that somewhere, Lexi flinched and didn’t know why.
Oh, you just have to pick up this book now! Here's where you can go to do just that!
Thank  you, KateMarie Collins for stopping by today. We really enjoyed having you here!