Faeries Lost Trilogy coming in 2013

Faeries Lost Series coming 2013:

Book 1 ~ Find Me: What if you found out who you thought you were, was not who you really were...

Book 2 ~ Whisper Me: What if everything you thought you knew about your world was upside down...

Book 3 ~ Hear Me: You've managed to liberate yourself from the dark world you inhabited for the last decade, how can you go back to a life that no longer remembers who you were?

Soulmates Through Time book 2

The second book in the Women of Strength Time travel trilogy is currently with a copy editor. I hope to have it back around the 2nd week of September and then after going through her suggestions, it will be posted on Kindle and Amazon. Very exciting.

In the meantime, I am finishing writing the third and final book in the trilogy, Treasure So Rare.

First book is Once Upon a Remembrance, Isabeau and Hawk and Pierce's story.
Second Book Soulmates Through Time, Elise and Darien's story.
Third book Treasure so Rare, Rufus' nee Erik's story.

Soulmates Through Time Small excerpt

Soulmates Through Time, Small excerpt, Grace Brannigan copyright 2012
"My dear that is probably the first true word you have spoken since your arrival. It is all a lie." He walked to the door, his head and shoulders stiffly set.
 "Darien," Elise was unable to stem the heartbreak which cracked her voice, "please say you will wait to marry." He moved further away from her. "You know you cannot."
 "Lawyers can make all kinds of things go away." Darien flung the door open and strode angrily through it, out the hallway and up the stairs to the second level.
 Taking the stairs two at a time, he heard the echoing reverberations as the door hit the wall. At the top landing he paused, the pain and anger which he had kept inside all these years so unbearable he felt like weeping, something he hadn't done since he was a boy.
 Straightening his shoulders, he entered his suite of rooms, carelessly closing the door with his heel. He reached for the decanter, tilting the glass so the light filtered through the sparkling liquid, turning it a deep, rich reddish brown, exactly the color of her hair . . ..
 With a low growl, Darien flung it away from him, sinking down into a chair, unmindful of the glass shattering, whiskey running down the wall like rivulets of blood.

Soulmates Through Time Cover is here

Soulmates Through Time cover. Very excited to present the cover for the 2nd book in the time travel Women of Character Series.

Short excerpt Once Upon a Remembrance time travel

copyright 2012 Grace Brannigan

Hawks Den, Virginia

                                                                 Prologue

In the half light before dawn, Pierce Morgan drove toward Hawk’s Den. He had driven all night to get here, hardly understanding the urgency that gripped him. Pierce stopped his truck and stared at the once majestic plantation house Hawk’s Den. Forlornly, the old home he grew up in sat before him, paint faded and worn. The house was shuttered and still as light began to break, the wrap-around veranda partially concealed by a tangle of brilliant-hued azaleas.

He strode across the stone-lined path to the house, taking the shallow porch steps three at a time. The ornate entry door lay at a drunken angle and he shoved it aside as if it weighed little. Stepping inside, he paused as the stench of stale air bore down upon him.

Arrows of light peered through the closed shutters, but Pierce knew where to find the staircase to the second floor. Quickly, he climbed the stairs, his flashlight beam bouncing across the walls.

On the second floor numerous doors lined a wide, oak-beamed hallway. He walked to the last doorway and entered the chamber. Water-stained wainscoting and pieces of tin ceiling littered the floor. Furniture had been stacked willy-nilly in a corner, once prized oak and cherry pieces, now likewise stained by weather and neglect.

Shoved against the far wall was an enormous oak bed. Pierce walked through strewn feather ticking, then knelt beside a small bedside table. His fingertips tingled as he turned the table upside down. Immediately, he saw the book lodged in the drawer track. Feeling almost lightheaded, he pried it loose and slowly sank down against the wall.

The book’s leather cover was frayed and worn, held together by a gold mesh strap and clasp. Pierce undid the clasp and very carefully opened the journal.

He flipped the pages to the first handwritten entry, the tightness in his chest almost unbearable. "1878, April 2, I fear I shall never live to see land again . . .."

Sweat beaded on his forehead. The journal confirmed that six months lost in time had not been a wild dream. He had loved a woman back in time, 1894, and somehow he had to find her again.

Isabeau.