Karen’s Killer Book Bench: $.99 Book Blast ~The Source of Magic by Cate Rowan

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Alaia Chronicles



The most powerful magic is love.

Visions of a mysterious and gorgeous stranger plague Jilian Stewart. She’s sure they’re brought on by the stress of her mother’s deadly paralysis. But when the stranger appears, clasps her to his chest and yanks her from Scotland into a magical battle, she finds herself ensnared in a fantasy otherworld–trapped by treachery and family secrets and opposing the one man who can make everything right.

Prince Alvarr, her sexy abductor, offers a cure for her dying mother, but won’t send Jilian home with it until she helps him destroy the evil mage threatening his people–with mystical powers she never knew she had.

The Source of Magic has won sixteen awards, including The Romance Reviews’ Top Pick.

“One of those rare treasures you hope will never end. A magical ride. Unforgettable characters and twists and turns that keep us turning the pages. Forget about sleeping, because I wasn’t able to put this novel down until the end, and you won’t be able to either.” —The Romance Reviews

“I love The Source of Magic. I love everything about it–the feisty heroine, Jillian, the to-die-for hero, Prince Alvarr, the otherworldly setting. Cate Rowan has woven an intriguing and engrossing story with enough twists and turns to keep me turning the virtual pages.” —LovesRomance

Alaia Chronicles


The slightest crack of a twig behind her was her only warning. Spinning, she raised an uncertain fist. A strong hand grabbed her shoulder, her chest connected with a male body and her fist met empty air. The body smelled good. Alvarr.

“What the hell…” Jilian glared as he pinned her arms to her sides.

His eyes blazed in the darkness. “Why were you sneaking off?”

“I wasn’t sneaking,” she huffed. “I was walking to that rock so I could look at the stars.” She jerked her head toward the boulder.

He only clamped her harder against his chest. “You’ve been gone much longer than it takes to walk here.”

“Well, forgive me for needing a good pee,” she snapped, and stomped her heel onto his booted toes. The bastard didn’t even flinch.

Alvarr’s eyes burned into her and his voice roughened. “You swore an oath. Where’s your heart? Don’t you care about your mother’s people? Doesn’t their plight bother you?”

His words yanked her guilt from its shallow grave. “My heart? It’s breaking for my mother,” she snarled. “Whom I haven’t seen in a week.” She ground down harder on his boot, wishing he were barefoot. “Exactly where do you think I’d run?” He still smelled good and was too close for comfort.

Far too close. The hard plane of his chest didn’t yield, but her breasts did. Uggh, you traitors, she thought as her nipples warmed and rose.

“Where would I go?” she repeated. “I’m in a world totally unknown to me until a week ago. I may have a marvelous sense of direction,” and she raised her gaze in challenge, “but I can’t escape this world without some sort of map. Not to mention a spaceship, a wormhole, a portal, or whatever it takes me to get back home. So–despite my fervent wishes otherwise–you’re calling the shots.” Corralled fury hovered just below her breath.

With a troubled expression, he released her suddenly and she wobbled, unbalanced. He caught her shoulder and waist to steady her. Heat blazed beneath his touch.

Well, at least he’s not an ungentlemanly ass. Most of the time. His nearness overflowed her brain. She closed her eyes and swallowed.

His palms dropped away as if scalded. “Let’s return to camp.” The words were gruff, and he gestured for her to walk in front of him.

She spun away so she wouldn’t be tempted to sever his hands. I wonder where I should wear my slave chain? She imagined it clinking behind her as she stalked toward their fire pit. Hmm, definitely my neck. In defiance, she flipped her hair away to expose her nape, taking strength from her private joke.

But her imagination, renegade that it was, substituted the cold neck-chain with a sizzling trail of kisses from Alvarr.


CR300x300,PShd,PaintedAbout the author, Cate Rowan…

Cate has washed laundry in a crocodile-infested African lake, parasailed over a Mexican beach, swum with dolphins in the Florida Keys and had Costa Rican monkeys poop in her hair, but her favorite adventures are in story worlds. Her lush fantasy romances about magical deeds, danger and true love in realms near and far have won more than thirty awards. She lives in the wild Rocky Mountains of Colorado with the love of her life and their four rescued feline furchildren, and counts it a good day when she sees red foxes playing in the yard.


Links to Cate’s website, blog, books, etc.

Website: http://CateRowan.com

Amazon: http://amzn.to/AMZSource


Audible: http://bit.ly/14KHoEL

BN: http://bit.ly/BN-Source

Kobo: http://bit.ly/Kobo-CR

Smashwords: http://bit.ly/SW-Source


Burst_08**SPECIAL GIVEAWAY**:  Cate is giving away an e-copy (winner’s format choice) of the sequel, KISMET’S KISS,  to a lucky reader who comments on her Karen’s Killer Book Bench blog. Don’t miss the chance to read these stories! Thanks, Cate, for sharing your stories with us!

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7 Responses to Karen’s Killer Book Bench: $.99 Book Blast ~The Source of Magic by Cate Rowan

  1. Glenda says:

    Sounds like a great story! Also, your adventures sound wonderful Cate – except for the Monkey poop. 🙂

  2. Karen Docter says:

    Welcome to Karen’s Killer Book Bench, Cate! I have this book on my Kindle. Can’t wait to read it! 🙂

  3. Cate Rowan says:

    Heh, thanks, Karen and Glenda! Yeah, I could have done without the hair poop. 😀

  4. bn100 says:

    nice cover

  5. Cate Rowan says:

    Thank you, bn100!

    I went through, um, heck, getting to that cover. If anyone’s interested in the evolution of covers, I posted about my cover saga here:


    …and that post was done well before I managed to get the new ones, including this one for Source, designed by the talented Clarissa Yeo. *happy*

  6. Joann Hunter says:

    I would love to read this book!

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