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"The story is well researched, with interesting characters, and you'll be sucked into the novel within the first chapter."
Romantic Times Reviews
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“This series (The Curse of the Templars) is explosive, sexy, riveting, and Claire Ashgrove is a master of her craft.”
MAGGIE SHAYNE, New York Times Bestselling Author
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“Ashgrove's Templars will steal your heart and her world building will leave you wanting more.”
KARIN TABKE, National Bestselling Author
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“Claire Ashgrove weaves complex layers of history, paranormal worlds and romantic fiction seamlessly.”
CATHERINE BYBEE, New York Times Bestselling Author
Interview with Declan MacNeill
Taken from the Bookhounds Blog during the Immortal Hope Blog Tour.
Name: Declan MacNeill
Profession: Knight Templar
Age: Over 8 centuries old
Height: 5’11” and a smidge
Hair: shoulder-length auburn
Eyes: Bright Blue
Declan: Och, ‘tis naught but a hindrance. I canna lift a thing.
Declan: Aye, indeed, and mayhap such would be my blessing. We shall see. Should my seraph present the trial Anne gave Merrick, I canna say I ache for the pairing. (He winks, giving me a hint of his good humor.)
Declan: ‘Tis true. Though if her faith were greater, she might have been more inclined to save us all the trial.
Declan: I canna say ‘twas faith that brought me to the Templar. ‘Twas more lack of faith and the needing to find meaning.
Declan: Nay. ‘Tis a subject best left in the past.
Declan: My place, I know. ‘Tis the place of others that begins to concern me. With the seraphs coming, men fail. Oaths become trivialities. Natures are tested. We shall have to see what becomes of the Order. If the seraphs do not arrive quickly, I fear for the worst.
Declan: Dark times surround us, lass. Laughter is precious, but ‘tis best used in moderation. We canna make light of the truth when Azazel would cast us all in eternal evil.
Declan: I canna say for certain. Merrick was chosen as the leader, ‘tis my presumption. ‘Twould then seem natural Caradoc would follow. He is next in command, and without those who lead us, we are naught.
Declan sighs before answering, “’Tis no one. He would have none of them. His heart… remains in the past.”
Declan: Ah, I fear that is not so easy to answer. ‘Tis complicated. I care naught for beauty or wit. ‘Twould be my fondest hope to be seen for the man, not the obligation.
Declan: (His laugh returns, rich and hearty. It’s warm enough to thaw the frostiest heart.) Mayhap you could say such.
Declan: And to you, lass. May you find the things you hold closest to your heart.
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