What if everything you thought you knew turned up side down? Meet Shayla Brinawell. She’s a magical soul"but in serious denial.

Don’t misunderstand.

She isn’t prejudiced. She has been taught not to use her magic. That’s what you do when you’re in hiding. Self preservation. Magic becomes the biggest secret of Shayla’s life.

This magical power lingers under her skin"moving with insistent potency. It pulses with anticipation and power while waiting for the day of her true awakening.

That day is finally here. Enter chaos, danger, death and redeeming love.


Everyone does it. Dreams of a courageous and sexy hero. Well… Open your eyes.

Within the mists of Avalon there is a hidden legacy…

Meekal Magdal-eder Chilkwell is hidden in plain sight. The residents of Glastonbury, England know exactly who he is. His family has resided in close proximity of the mystical Tor for nearly one thousand years. People pass him on the street with a wave and a smile.

Everyone except the new villain in town. That’s because even in a place with the light of good magic there are many shadows of darkness. Syther is here to defy the Chilkwell legacy and conquer them.

Meekal’s greatest challenge must be faced in a brand new way. The balance of powerful magic rests upon his shoulders.

Help has just arrived. But first he must convince Shayla that the magic residing within her is there for the good of all. Can he succeed?

REVIEW

Concentric Circles is the kind of story that leaves you breathless and lingers in your thoughts long after the last page is turned. Characters and settings so richly detailed, that the words weave a magical tapestry of adventure.

Reviewed by: KyAnn Waters

EXCERPT

Meekal turned slightly, and licked her with the tip of his tongue, sending fire through them both. “It’s getting late. We should go if we’re going to see the sunset from the Tor.” He took her hand in his and pulled her up. Amusement swirled in his gut, he hugged her close.

On a rush of spiraling air, he transported them to the top of St. Michael’s Tower on the Tor, facing west. “Don’t tell Mum I did that. She’ll have kittens.”

Shayla giggled. “How can no one see you when you do that?”

He shrugged, nonchalant. “A charm.”

A gasp popped up and Shayla clutched him tighter. “How?” She stared down at the empty air beneath them, and then waved her toe against nothing.

The urge to chuckle won out. “You didn’t think the tower had an upper floor, did you?”

“Never saw any pictures.” She backed up into his chest and gazed out the small gothic window. “Are we levitating?”

“Naw. I used to hang out up here when I was a kid. Harry and I figured out how to let the ley lines hold us up. Not the same as levitating.”

“Cool.”

“Humm. You could say that you’re standing on the St. Michael Line. Although many ley lines crisscross here on the Tor, St. Michael is the strongest and most predominant.”

“I remember reading something about that,” Shayla said, and pointed through the narrow window. “St. Michael’s Line. That means, well since it’s October 31, that mound where the sun is setting must be Burrowbridge Mump.”

“Aye. You do know a tad bit of history.”

“Just a tad.”

He wrapped his arms tightly around her and rested his jaw against the softness of her hair, just next her ear. Perfect fit. He sighed as a sensation of comfort and home surrounded him.
She leaned into him, increasing the feeling of belonging.

“Can you hear it?” he asked, rubbing his chin in her hair.

“What?”

“The sunset.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Shh. There’s still time. Focus on the sun’s orb, and then close your eyes. Let the earth’s song guide your inner vision to see the sunset. You’ve been attuned, so now you’ll hear it. The ancient Celts referred to the earth’s beautiful music as �'ran Mór. No human has ever created anything to compare to it because it’s the combined synergy of every living creature, earth breath and ocean wave.”

She stilled, lashes resting against windswept cheeks. A slow lift at the corners of her mouth was the only indication she heard. Meekal allowed his heart to soar, meeting hers above the earth, joining in the song.

A gentle breath escaped her as the last curvature of the golden orb slipped past the horizon. Her stomach growled.

His laughter answered. “Let’s get some supper.”

A smile lit her face as she turned and leaned in for a brief kiss. “Sounds like a delicious idea. I’m famished.”

“Then so be it, but first,” he said backing up a step, and giving a slight bow. “May I have this dance?”

“Dance?”

“Aye. How did you expect to get down to earth?” He took a dancer’s stance, foot tapping the air, and hand waiting for her to step into his space in acceptance of his offer. “Shall it be a one, two, three waltz or a boogying swing dance?”

“One, two, three,” Shayla answered, entwining their fingers.

The Earth’s song carried them downward as they spun to the rhythm heard by few.

“Are you always this romantic?”

“Only for you, my love,” Meekal answered, as they stepped out of the Tower. He pulled his cell phone out and called Chaeli. “Hi, Mum. We’re going to get something to eat.”

“Did you see the sunset?”

He shook with silent laughter. “Aye, Mum. We saw the sunset from St. Michael’s Tower.” He winked at Shayla, and then enjoyed her giggle washing over him.

“Ah, we all know what a romantic you are. I’ll see you later.”

He flipped his phone closed and took her hand. “Let’s go to Harry’s Pub.”

“Harry has a pub?”

This time he shared laughter with the English countryside. “No. We just like to hang there. You’ll like it.” He gave her a secretive smile and tugged on her hand. “We’ll walk this time and it’ll take a little while to get down the side of the Tor.”