Q&A with Kat Flannery, Branded 1&2 Excerpts & Giveaway


Lakota Honor (Branded #1)

  • By Kat Flannery
  • Editions: ebook, paperback
  • Published: March 16th 2014
  • Genre: Adult Historical Western Paranormal Romance
  • Fate has brought them together, but will a promise tear them apart?
    In the small town of Willow Creek, Colorado, Nora Rushton spends most of her days locked up in her home with a father who resents her and fighting off unwanted marriage proposals from the wealthy Elwood Calhoun. Marked as a witch, Nora must hide her healing powers from those who wish to destroy all the witkowin—crazy women. What she doesn’t know is that a bounty hunter is hot on her trail.
    Lakota native Otakatay has an obligation to fulfill. He has been hired to kill the witkowin. In a time when race and difference are a threat and innocence holds no ground, courage, love and honor will bring Nora and Otakatay together as they fight for their freedom. Will the desire to fulfill his promise drive Otakatay to kill Nora? Or will the kindness he sees in her blue eyes push him to be the man he once was?

    ~ Bewitching BT

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    Colorado Mountains, 1880

    The blade slicing his throat made no sound, but the dead body hitting the ground did. With no time to stop, he hurried through the dark tunnel until he reached the ladder leading out of the shaft.
    He’d been two hundred feet below ground for ten days, with no food and little water. Weak and woozy, he stared up the ladder. He’d have to climb it and it wasn’t going to be easy. He wiped the bloody blade on his torn pants and placed it between his teeth. Scraped knuckles and unwashed hands gripped the wooden rung.
    The earth swayed. He closed his eyes and forced the spinning in his head to cease. One thin bronzed leg lifted and came down wobbly. He waited until his leg stopped shaking before he climbed another rung. Each step caused pain, but was paired with determination. He made it to the top faster than he’d thought he would. The sky was black and the air was cool, but fresh. Thank goodness it was fresh.
    He took two long breaths before he emerged from the hole. The smell from below ground still lingered in his nostrils; unwashed bodies, feces and mangy rats. His stomach pitched. He tugged at the rope around his hands. There had been no time to chew the thick bands around his wrists when he’d planned his escape. It was better to run than crawl, and he chewed through the strips that bound his feet instead. There would be time to free his wrists later.
    He pressed his body against the mountain and inched toward the shack. He frowned. A guard stood at the entrance to where they were. The blade from the knife pinched his lip, cutting the thin skin and he tasted blood. He needed to get in there. He needed to say goodbye. He needed to make a promise.
    The tower bell rang mercilessly. There was no time left. He pushed away from the rocky wall, dropped the knife from his mouth into his bound hands, aimed and threw it. The dagger dug into the man’s chest. He ran over, pulled the blade from the guard and quickly slid it across his throat. The guard bled out in seconds.
    He tapped the barred window on the north side of the dilapidated shack. The time seemed to stretch. He glanced at the large house not fifty yards from where he stood. He would come back, and he would kill the bastard inside.
    He tapped again, harder this time, and heard the weak steps of those like him shuffling from inside. The window slid open, and a small hand slipped out.
    “Toksha ake—I shall see you again,” he whispered in Lakota.
    The hand squeezed his once, twice and on the third time held tight before it let go and disappeared inside the room.
    A tear slipped from his dark eyes, and his hand, still on the window sill, balled into a fist. He swallowed past the sob and felt the burn in his throat. His chest ached for what he was leaving behind. He would survive, and he would return.
    Men shouted to his right, and he crouched down low. He took one last look around and fled into the cover of the forest.

    Blood Curse (Branded #2)

  • By Kat Flannery
  • Editions: ebook, paperback
  • Published: October 1st 2014
  • Genre: Adult Historical Western Paranormal Romance
  • “Upon mine death for the blood ye have shed, Every daughter born to ye shall die before it draws breath, to which ye will know pain and worse, I cast unto ye mine blood curse.” ~ Vadoma
    Four years after the Blood Curse, Pril of the Peddlers vows to protect her child against the evil men who hunt her. With her clan unaware of the branded girl among them, Pril has to keep the identity of her daughter a secret. When her child is kidnapped, she is forced to ask Merchant runner, Kade Walker, for his help.
    Kade Walker needs to find the gypsy child. Blackmailed and pushed beyond his own moral code, he is determined to do whatever it takes. When he comes across the Peddler clan, he is sure the girl is there, however all hope is lost when the gypsies capture him. Time is running out—until Pril makes him an offer he cannot refuse.
    Amidst greed, lust, revenge and love, Pril will need to trust Kade. But as the evil nears and doubt creeps in, will she discover that the enemy has been standing next to her all along?

    ~ Bewitching BT

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    “Upon mine death for the blood ye have shed,
    every daughter born to ye shall die before it draws breath, to which ye will know pain and worse, I cast unto ye mine blood curse.” ~ Vadoma


    Appalachian Mountains, Virginia 1723

    Pril Peddler lifted the green shawl from her trunk and wrapped it around her bare arms. The change in seasons brought a damp chill to the morning air, and the heavy woolen wrap kept her warm. She peeked at the small face huddled under the blankets at the back of the wagon. The charm above the child swayed on the string Pril had hung it from. A dull ache hummed in her chest when she thought of the horrific loss her clan had been dealt.
    The evil was near, and she’d need to work another spell to keep them safe. Late for counsel with her brother, Galius, she kissed the soft cheek of her daughter before heading to the door.
    Hand up, she shaded her eyes from the bright sun as she stepped from the back of the vardo. She pulled the heavy burlap curtain down to close the opening and walked toward Galius.
    “Your steps are light this morning, Sister. One would think you did not want to be heard,” Galius said as he stirred the coffee beans inside the metal pot.
    Tension twisted her gut. He was right; she did not want this counsel. She did not know what to say. She let the flicker of merriment in her brother’s eyes wash over her relaxing the muscles in her shoulders.
    “My step is the same.” She poked him with her finger trying to ease her own nerves and his as well.
    His lips lifted as if to smile, and she held her breath. It’d been weeks since he smiled. Pril’s heart ached, and her lips trembled.
    He held up the bubbling pot. “Would you like a cup?”
    She inhaled the aroma of strong coffee beans and nodded taking a seat on a wooden stump by the fire.
    He handed her a cup and sat down across from her.
    The wood crackled, and sparks jumped from the heat onto the ground in front of her. She tipped her chin concentrating on what to say next. Ever since the murder of her niece, she’d not been able to hold a conversation with either of her brothers without offering apologies. This morning was no different. She could not look Galius in the eyes and see the anguish and sorrow within them.
    The Monroes had come again.
    They’d never be safe.
    She blinked away the tears hovering against her thick lashes. Tsura was asleep in her wagon, while another was lost to them forever. The door of her brother’s wagon creaked open and Milosh’s wife, Magda, stepped out. Black circles settled around her sunken eyes, and Pril felt the stab in her chest once more. Long brown hair fell untied down the woman’s back. The black clothes she’d put on weeks ago hung on her body unchanged and wrinkled from sleep. Milosh came from behind their wagon, a jar of honey in his hand. Pril stood when Galius’ large hand grabbed her wrist.
    “They are not wanting to see you today, Sister.”
    She heard the regret in his voice, swallowed past the guilt in her own throat and nodded. Milosh hadn’t spoken a single word to her since the death of his child. He blamed her, and it was clear so did Magda.
    “I…I’m so sorry, Galius.”
    He didn’t reply right away, and without seeing it, she knew he had wiped the tears from his eyes. “Alexandra’s death is not your fault.”
    The words were spoken because they needed to be. Gypsies stayed together no matter what. They were family. There was no truth to his words, and Pril knew it.
    “Are you going after them?” she asked.
    “I hold no power, no spells flow from my lips. I am strong, yes, but they are stronger.” He stared at her, his eyes pleading. “We need the pendant.”
    Guilt thickened her tongue; the gritty residue clung to her lips and tasted bitter.
    The talisman had been in their family for generations, blessed by each new Chuvani. Vadoma had promised her the pendant before she died, but Pril never saw it, and there had been no time to search for the jewel when they fled.
    “Without the pendant we cannot break the curse. We cannot protect our people.”
    She knew this. They all knew this, but no one had a clue as to where the talisman was. She’d tried to call an image forward, to make a finding spell, but nothing worked.
    “We have lost one of our own. Our clan is frightened. They have lost faith. We cannot fight the Monroes. We have neither the numbers nor the skill.” He took a long drink of his coffee. “And neither do you.”
    She glanced at him.
    “I know you, Sister. You’re planning to take Tsura.”
    Pril sighed. She did not know what else to do. The Monroes were coming for her child. Alexandra had died because of that. Milosh and Magda hated her.
    “Running is not going to change anything.”
    “It will save lives. It will…help Milosh and Magda to heal.”
    “No, it will not. Running will get you and Tsura killed and that is all.”
    “How can you look at me when you know what I’ve brought to our family, when you know that this is all because of me?”
    Galius blew out a long breath that moved his thick beard from his lips. She watched through tear filled eyes as his bottom lip quivered.
    “Vadoma put this burden on you. For that, we do not judge.”
    Their sister had died a vile death. She’d betrayed their clan and had hung while being burned. Pril ached for her sister’s guidance and counsel. She yearned to know that what she was doing was right.
    “We had a plan, and up until Alexandra’s death it worked. We will rethink and come up with something better—stronger.”
    The plan was simple. Dress the girls as boys, and the Monroes wouldn’t find them. But someone had figured out Alexandra was a girl. Someone had told the Monroes. They came for her, stealing the precious child in the middle of the night. The morning two weeks before, as the clan frantically searched for her, a harrowing scream Pril would never forget echoed across the land. Milosh found his daughter’s body by the river, her neck broken.
    She raised a shaky hand to her mouth so she wouldn’t let out the sob she held against her lips.
    “I have enough for one more protection spell.” She lied; her forehead ached because of it.
    He glanced at her, his eyes showing no emotion. “You will concoct another.”
    “I cannot.”
    He frowned.
    “The spell has the oil Vadoma blessed. Without it, Tsura is at the mercy of the Monroes and so are we.”
    Galius pumped his large hands into tight fists. “Surly you can think of another?”
    “I cannot. Vadoma placed the blood curse. It is only with the blessed oil that I am able to create the spell to keep danger away. The oil is almost gone.”
    He worked his jaw. “That gypsy whore—
    She held up her hand to stop him from blaspheming their sister. It wasn’t right. It brought evil to curse your own, and Pril would have none of it.
    “Our sister had her reasons. Leave it be.”
    “Reasons? She betrayed us. Left us with a curse we cannot break and wealthy plantation owners hunting our very hides—killing our children!”
    She hung her head unable to look at him. What could she say? He was right. Her very niece had died but thirteen days ago.


    1. If you were to describe your e-book/book in only one word, what would it be?
    LAKOTA HONOR: Acceptance BLOOD CURSE: Faith

    2. What would you say inspired you to write it? ?
    I wrote Lakota Honor because I had this story in my head of a man who was judged unfairly because of the color of his skin. I wanted to turn the table and have two characters dealing with the same situations, but handled them completely different.

    I write Blood Curse for my readers. They wanted to know how Nora, in Lakota Honor was able to heal with her hands, and where the gift came from. I owed it to my readers to explain where and what Nora was.

    3. What was the source of inspiration for your protagonist? What about your antagonist? ?

    My inspiration for Lakota Honor was the world we live in and how we are quick to judge a person, a situation, or an act without looking into the facts, asking questions, or simply putting aside what others say and loving one another first.

    My inspiration for Blood Curse was and will always be my readers. This story was truly written for them.

    4. Have you ever been hit by the infamous “writer’s block”? What did you do to escape it? ?
    Oh yes! It is frustrating, and I am always on a deadline when it happens. A glass of whiskey usually helps to loosen the creative vibes, but if that does not work I will research, and it usually triggers something for the book and I can jump back into writing.

    5. Your all time favorite book? ?
    There are so many… this one is tough. I don’t have just one. I will give two. Is that okay?
    The Diary of Anne Frank.
    Little Women.

    6. What made you pick that one above all others? ?
    The Diary of Anne Frank I’ve read a dozen times and each time I read it I cry. It is a true story, and one that will resonate with you for a long time afterward.

    Little Women is simply a classic and I love the era.

    7. What’s the longest time you’ve spent working on a project? ?
    Two years of editing and revising for my first book Chasing Clovers while being rejected from publishers until I sold it to Imajin Books.

    8. Would you say becoming an author has changed you? In what way? ?
    Yes, of course. Being an author is a dream come true for me, and I am humbled and honored to be able to write stories that touch people’s lives. I will always appreciate how I got here, and who helped me along the way.

    9. Was there ever a time, during your work on the e-book/book, when you felt like giving up? What made you change your mind? ?

    Yes. There is a point I hit within the story where I start second guessing my story and myself. Is it good enough? Will my readers be satisfied? Am I giving too much away, or not enough? It always stops me for a day, sometimes two. I push all insecurities aside…there is no room for giving up and I write.

    10. What does your day-to-day life consist of? What else do you do, aside writing? ?
    I work for another company part time doing freelance writing. I also have three boys, 18,15 and 13. They keep me busy. In the evenings, or during the day if the time allows, I write and create my books. I fit in the marketing aspect of being a published author in during the week.

    11. How do you deal with bad reviews or acid criticism? What would you advise other authors to that effect? ?

    I read all of my reviews, even the bad ones. Well, not everyone is going to like your books, and remember it is not personal. However, there have been times where I’ve received a scathing review that was personal and downright mean. I advise any author to ignore those reviews, and good riddance.

    12. Is this title part of a series? Without giving us spoilers, of course, what can we expect from the next e-books/books in the series? ?

    Yes, Lakota Honor and Blood Curse are books 1 & 2 in The Branded Trilogy. Sacred Legacy, book 3 will be released July 31, 2016!

    Fun facts: :

    1. If you could wish for any one thing, and it would immediately come true, what would you wish for? ?

    World peace.

    2. If you were stranded on an isolated island, what’s the one book you’d absolutely wish to have with you? ?

    Darn it…I want more than one. There are too many favorites to choose from. Can I bring my kindle? It has a plethora of great books on it, and I wouldn’t have to choose.  But since you asked…Little Women…Stand by Me…Diary of Anne Frank…Pride & Prejudice…I can’t do it.

    3. Name your favorite fruit. ?

    4. Coffee or tea? ?

    Oh my gosh coffee, sometimes with Baileys, or whiskey in it…

    5. Favorite season? ?
    Well, I used to be a winter person, but the older I get I’m loving summer.

    6. How about fav time of 24 hours? ?
    Night time…past 11pm. I’m a nighthawk.

    7. Were you a boyscout/girlscout? ?

    8. Favorite food for breakfast? ?
    Veggie omelet

    9. Latest book you’ve bought and read? ?

    The Choice by Nicholas Sparks

    10. Do you collect things like stamps, or key chains, or shoes? ?
    I collect owls, and anything Gone With the Wind.

    11. Favorite color, you know you want to tell us! ?

    12. Drama or comedy? ?

    13. Have a fav quote or personal motto? ?

    “The act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe.” I have this tattooed on my forearms.

    14. Cats or dogs? ?

    15. Dinner by candlelight or a night out clubbing? ?
    Dinner by candlelight

    16. What song have you listened to most recently? ?
    Sound of Silence, Disturbed.

    Full Disclosure:

    1. Your top secret, uber guilty pleasure is… ?
    Poutine. (French Fries with melted mozza cheese and gravy) Ahhhh…it is so good.

    2. If you could choose to be someone else for just one day, it would be… ?
    Archeologist on an awesome dig in Europe where I’d find historical relics dating back to the 1100’s.

    3. If everyone would receive a prize for being best at something, you’d be no. 1 at… ?
    Swearing? I’m Italian…and I swear…a lot.

    4. The one thing you’d do anything to avoid/get out of is… ?
    Public speaking, and it’s not because of the swearing, I can control that. It’s the introvert in me. Being the center of attention is not appealing to me.

    6. Your favorite part of a date is… ?
    Hmmm…not sure. I’ve been married for 16 years and with my husband for over 18 years. Our date nights are always fun. I look forward to all of it.

    7. If a character from any book could become real and you could spend a day with them, it would be… from the book… ?
    Otakatay from Lakota Honor and Pril from Blood Curse

    8. You were/are a hardcore fan of… ?
    Jon Bon Jovi in the 90’s

    9. You’d immediately fall for someone who… ?
    Was kind.

    10. The one thing you could/can never get over is… ?
    When people are cruel for no reason.

    11. If you could have any one superpower, it would be… ?
    To be invisible. Damn that would be awesome.

    12. The one thing that always brightens your day is… ?
    My husband and kids.

    13. The most awkward moment in your life happened when… ?
    At a book signing a few years ago when a man came up to the table to ask me who I was, and I fumbled over my name for a good three tries before I got it right.

    14. The awesomest thing in your life is… ?
    My kids.


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    About the Author & Links:

    Kat Flannery’s love of history shows in her novels. She is an avid reader of historical, suspense, paranormal, and romance. She has her Certificate in Freelance and Business Writing. A member of many writing groups, Kat enjoys promoting other authors on her blog. She’s been published in numerous periodicals throughout her career.

    Her debut novel CHASING CLOVERS has been an Amazon Top 100 Paid bestseller. LAKOTA HONOR and BLOOD CURSE (Branded Trilogy) are Kat’s two award-winning novels and HAZARDOUS UNIONS is Kat’s first novella. Kat is currently hard at work on her next book.

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