Monthly Archives: May 2012

^LR Happy 30th Anniversary honey! Didn’

^LR Happy 30th Anniversary honey! Didn’t we prove them wrong!

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Posted by on May 29, 2012 in Uncategorized


It’s Release Day!

It’s Release Day!

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Posted by on May 29, 2012 in Uncategorized


Laurel May McCary

Today, I’d like you to meet one very near and dear to me. Her name is Laurel, and though she’s just a slip of a girl, she is far from weak — or meek. This evening we seem to have caught her in the middle of an important encounter. We can just sit quietly and listen. I’m sure she won’t mind.


Oh, hello. I just came by to feed Lucy, and put my feet up for a little while. I dinnae realize I had company. Oh, please dinnae give me that look. I’m only jestin’. Of course I know YOU are always there, even when you’re being so quiet I think you’ve abandoned me.

No, I’m not going to be more careful! Not because I’m being careless, but because I am already being as careful as I can be. Elinor worries far too much. If she would only listen for a moment, she’d know that I am fully ready, willing and capable of teaching Will some of more. . . mystical lessons. After all, she is the one who taught them to me isn’t she. So why is it not right that I teach Will? She trusts him as well as she trusts me, or she would not have started the lessons to begin with.

There, now, Lucy. Some nice turnip shoots for you. My goodness, you certainly eat a lot for a wee mouse.

Aye, I’m paying attention. I told you, I came in to feed Lucy. She cannae very well feed herself. What did you want to tell me?


But I’m simply Laurel. I’m not anyone’s savior, especially his! He’s a nobleman, and I’m . . . just Laurel May McCary, maiden servant to the house of Stonehaven. I dinnae have the power to put anyone onto their proper journey. You must be daft.

NO, forgive me. Of course I didn’t mean. . . I know you are not. . .but me? I know we share lessons but. . . could you mean that I should be teaching him the mystical lessons?

Elinor will never approve.

You have?

She already knows?

Which charm would you have me cast then? And what shall you ask me to give in tribute for your blessing?

Lucy? My little. . .

So mote it be, Mother.

~ ~ ~

If you’d like to know what the task that was given to Laurel by “Mother”, you’ll need to read By Right of Blood. Check it out in the Kindle store, and on

Thank you for reading,


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Posted by on May 25, 2012 in By Right of Blood


Sean Wilbrun

William Fybrigge is the main character of the story but he does not occupy his world alone, of course. One of the many who populate the world of Drumoak Castle, in my fictional rendering of Stonehaven, Scotland at the turn of the 17th century is William’s closest friend and confidant, Sean Douglas Wilbrun. Without further ado, I give you Sir Sean.

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Looking back on that day I have to laugh. Not that it was particularly funny, but because I was so young yet thought I was a man just because Lord Edward clapped my shoulder with the rusted blade of my second-hand sword. Lord Edward had a way to make the humble feel noble; always a kind and encouraging word to all who served him. But make no mistake, he was the Duke and my sovereign, and I was bound by an oath of fealty to serve him with my very life — though I was proud and honored to do so.

I was willing and ready to die in the service of my duke if called upon to do so, so the humor lies in the task I was given on that first day of my knighthood. I was not called upon to prove my manhood, or my loyalty, but to play nurse to a child who was sent to the castle for fostering. I say child, for that is what I saw when I found him for the first time cowering under the straw in the barn. He had the look of a fawn lost among wolves rather than the son of a nobleman — which is what he truly was. This lad came from one of the richest earls of Lord Edward’s duchy and yet he cowered, clad in tattered, filthy garments, all eyes and — I know it sounds harsh — but without the common sense God gave a rock.

The lad was terrified! Of what? Drumoak? Lord Edward? Aye! He was afeared of the very place that would prove to be his salvation in time. And upon my first day as a guard to the duke, I was asked to look after him — to remain a child myself for just a little longer, to better engage the lad.

I was reluctant, but an order is an order. I had no idea that day would be the beginning of a life long friendship and bond. It did not take long for me to come to know the lad, and see there was far more behind those wide eyes than fear. I learned more than I could ever dream just standing with him, watching him, guiding him (or was he guiding me all that time?)

I served the duke with my honor as I had vowed — but my loyalty would be to my friend from there forward.

Thank you, Sean. I look forward to the rest of your story. It can be read in By Right of Blood, available at and other online booksellers.

Good night,



Posted by on May 21, 2012 in By Right of Blood


Introducing William Fylbrigge

As part of the promotion of By Right of Blood, I have the pleasure of being a guest blogger for several reviewers and book related blog sites in and about the internet. I will be sharing my guest blogs here a couple of days after they’ve been released on the other sites.

This entry was published May 13, 2012 on Rosa Sophia’s review site. Rosa is a professional editor and author. Her latest novel, Taking 1960, was published in August 2010 by Oaklight Publishing.


My name is Lorrieann Russell. I have the great pleasure to introduce you to William Fylbrigge, late of Drumoak Castle, Stonehaven, Scotland, who has joined me today to tell you a little bit about himself. One thing that you should know about Mr. Fylbrigge; he is a work of fiction, and so happens to be the main character in my newly re-released novel, By Right of Blood. Who better to tell you about his story than the man himself? So without further nonsense, I will turn the floor over to him.


I’ve been part of this castle so long, I could rightly claim not to recall the time before I arrived; though if the truth is told, perhaps I remember it all too well. How well I recall growing up in my father’s manor, Fylbrigge Hall in Aberdoir, and how well I recall my daily prayers and pleas to any god who would choose to hear, to free me from its walls. Though it was not my father who I longed to be free of — him, I never knew, being orphaned in my infancy — but my older brother, Thomas, who stepped into the role of father to me. Thomas, who had enjoyed the status of sole heir to our father’s fortune; until I was born, of course. Thomas and his wife, Bryndah (I still shudder at the thought of her) became my ‘parents’ though loving, they were not.

My own dear mother was lost to me, you see. She drew her last breath, just as I drew my first. It was a blessing from the Lady Goddess that I was suckled by a nurse named Rebecca. I loved Rebecca as a child loves a mother, trusting her to keep me warm, fed and protected against the Bryndah’s raging temper. How well I recall the many times I hid within the folds of Rebecca’s skirt to escape Bryndah’s lash or a scratch from her talon-like fingernails. Indeed Rebecca protected me too well, for her own well being. I have missed her all these years, and a night does not pass when I do not see her face, wet with tears, imploring me to “run, little one” . . . before the flame engulfed her.

I was six then. I would spend the next six years being reared on monster tales of a man who ate his rivals and dressed himself in leather made of the skin of those who dared speak against him. His name was Edward of Stonehaven, and he was Bryndah’s father. I believed every word she told me. After all, she was a demoness in my eyes — the vilest of the vile — how much worse, then, was the man who sired her?

I was twelve when my nightmare became reality and I was tossed into a carriage and taken to Drumoak. My fate, she assured me, that Lord Edward would use my bones for quills and my skin for his bed curtains. I believed her.

I was a fool.

That is where my story begins, my arrival in Stonehaven in the summer of my twelfth year. I consider that to be the true year of my birth as it was at Drumoak that my life truly began. Nothing before then really matters. I am here, and this is where I will stay — for a while.

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William is tired now, and has asked to be excused. If you’d like to read more of his story, please get a copy of By Right of Blood, available at and other online booksellers.

Good night,





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Posted by on May 16, 2012 in By Right of Blood


This made my day. And the response from

This made my day. And the response from Kelly made it even better. Please share.

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Posted by on May 13, 2012 in Uncategorized


Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers.

Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers.

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Posted by on May 13, 2012 in Uncategorized