Reveal Blast Author Cheryl Carpeinello



Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, Book 2
“Think before acting,” her father always warned. But Princess Guinevere is ruled by her heart. Her betrothal to King Arthur has not changed this. When Guinevere and Cedwyn’s latest adventure takes a dangerous turn, they find themselves embroiled in a life-or-death struggle as foretold by Merlyn’s Goddess of the Stones. Renegades—foiled in their attempt to kidnap the princess—steal the children of Cadbury Castle to sell as slaves. Guinevere and Cedwyn vow to rescue the children, but a miscalculation puts them all in more danger. The plan quickly unravels, and Guinevere’s impassioned decisions come crashing down as Cedwyn chooses to turn his dream of becoming a knight into reality. Will their courage be strong enough to survive, or will one make the ultimate sacrifice?



Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend snippets

1. The Goddess Speaks:


Many trials await the two of you. Perhaps the hardest are the ones you will have to endure alone.


“You, Guinevere, will find yourself lost. You—who are destined to be a great queen—will have to traverse a journey of immense pain and self-doubt. You must let your inner feelings guide you. The journey will be hard and painful. You must summon the courage of your soul to sustain you.


“You, Cedwyn, faithful friend of the princess and the queen. Your journey may be the hardest of all. You will be sent far from those you serve and love. Your duty will demand that you see this most difficult journey to its end. Whether it be death or life for you will depend upon many things. Your courage must also come from deep within your soul for one so young. Your love of family and friends must be great. But greater still must be your loyalty to the knight’s duty. For your knight’s vow comes soon. You must embrace it. You must defeat the temptations to turn aside for your own safety.


2. Great Sadness and Danger:


With saddened and heavy hearts, they left the gruesome glen behind and rode for the castle.


Samuel followed Guinevere, having chosen to ride beside Aaron. His tears dried, but the anguish not buried with his family. The grief was clearly evident in his hunched body, the anger in his clenched fists on the pony’s reins. Cedwyn worried about the boy’s state of mind.


Guinevere now led the trio, concern for the safety of the castle and the people there were marked by the hard set of her chin. Worry etched lines in her wrinkled brow and deepened her hollowed eyes.


Cedwyn brought up the rear. His eyes noted every movement. Ears tuned to the echoes of the forest, head swiveling at each movement and sound. Fear had taken permanent hold over his body—a feeling he was certain should have been as foreign to him as it would have been to Arthur’s knights. Cold fear tightened its grip on his heart and throat. Those who would kill the gentle monks would stop at nothing. Now the little group rode in the dark, a time when all earthly creatures took on the pallor of ghosts, and hidden danger lurked all around them.


3. Fathers and Daughters:


His finger on her lips stopped her rebuttal.
“Not now. Other issues demand the attention of the knights and kings.”…
“But Father…I promised.”
“So you did, daughter mine, but kings must rule with their heads not their hearts. This discussion is over. You are dismissed to go to your room. I have a knight there who will make sure your rest tonight isn’t disturbed.”
Her legs refused to move. She opened her mouth, but no words came.
“Go. Now Guinevere. Before I forget you’re my own flesh and have you flogged for the dangers you’ve brought upon us. Go!”
Guinevere ran from the room, fists clenched, tears streaming down her face.




Book Sound Track for Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, book 2 and The King’s Ransom, book 1 of Young Knights of the Round Table.


Stand By Me by Ben E. King


Fight Song by Rachel Platten


I’ll Be There For You by The Rembrands


B.B.B.F.F. (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)


Float On by Modest Mouse


Learning to Fly (Brave) by Tom Petty


Learn Me Right (Brave) by Mumford & Sons, Feat Birdy


Touch The Sky (Brave) by Julie Fowlis




Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.





JAnn’s Poetry Event

So, on the 15th of this month, I broke out of my shell and did something I never thought I would ever do. When one lives with anxiety & depression doing these daily things that normal people take for granted is  a big goal and achievement that I accomplished.

There was five of us who sat the event up. I had one table for refreshments, which offered a meat & cheese tray, cookies, banana bread, and a big bowl Of Munchies. There was coffee, tea, water, & soda for drinks. On my other table was my books, sign up sheets for my newsletter and future interest in poetry classes. Plus, I had my laptop there which displayed KayCee’s Magazine, Double the Books, and sign up sheets for her newsletters. The people who showed up was truly impressed with her work on my covers and with her magazine.

The crowd was small, but that was okay because I wasn’t ready to tackle it all bunch at once. My manager assistant Debbie Garrison spoke of me and my writing. She also spoke about how we were adopted sisters and how much she enjoyed working with me and my writing.

I then took the floor, I didn’t feel nervous. I actually felt pretty comfortable. I knew the faces in the crowd. Especially my art teacher, Bob from junior high. That was really neat having him there listening to me reading my speech and my poetry. I started off reading a little to fast then I slowed down and starting chatting about my poetry. It actually went by so fast. Next thing I knew I had been reading for almost two hours and conversing about my writing with others really entwined into my poetry.

You can watch the first hour of the event on my YouTube channel. I suggest you take the hour and hear a crazy poet who didn’t know what she was doing on trying to amuse others with her words.

After the event my son asked me, what my next goal was? I told him, “Let me go home, relax and then I will let you know.” So I still haven’t thought or decided on what my next goal should be or where I want to go now. But I will keep you all posted.

Before I go, there is a few thank you’s I would like to post.

I would like to say thank you to Madeline & the Board of Directors for allowing me to do this reading here at the Creative Arts Center and for co-sponsoring this event.

I would like to say a thank you to my daughter, my best friend, manager, co-editor, cover & graphic artists, KayCee K. Without you this dream would still be in a shoe box in my closet.

I would like to say a thank you to my two sons, Mitch & Hayden for supporting and believing in my dream as a poet & for giving me the time I need to write.

I would like to say a thank you to my two daughters who cannot be here today, Natasha & November Dawn. Natasha thank you for always keeping my life interested and for my two grand-kids. November Dawn, thank you for watching over me and being my little angel.

I would like to say a thank you to Debbie Garrison for the support and pushing me to do this dream of mine and for being my marketing assistant and helping KayCee and I promote and market my books. She is my cheer-leading squad and with Debbie, I only need her because she does the perfect bragging.

I would like to say a thank you to Susie & Vaughn, for being there for me after my mom passed away and to Susie for being the only best friend I ever had in life that stood by me through everything.

I would like to think all my followers on Twitter and Facebook that helped keep me going while I prepared for this event. Your words of encouragement are words I will never forget. I thank you for your daily support of my books, poetry and other random writings.

I would like to thank Kathleen Harryman, Kat Green,  and the person who help with donations towards my event. I truly appreciate the help and every dollar went towards the event. I also need to toss in one more thank you to Ginger Jackson for her help in making this event possible. If you would like to donate towards my fund for future events the link is below.

Last, but never forgotten,

I would like to say a thank you to my parents, Jim & Mary and my stepdad, Richard. I hope I have done justice by telling my story here and I hope you all would be proud. To my dad, Jim you were a complicated man but one I admire for teaching me so much from the grave. To my mom, Mary… my angel, spiritual guide, you guide my soul each day with your love and stubbornness that you passed on is why I am here today. To Richard, you didn’t just show me but taught me what a real family was about and how important family was, I especially thank you for showing my mother the love you did.

I would like to thank my sisters, Kim, Voni & Amelia… Kim, I thank you for the love you showed me through the years. Voni, thank you for the lessons you taught me while you were here and for watching over me from heaven. Amelia, we may not see each other for years at a time, but I want you to know you are never far from my heart.





Double the Books

Double Decker Books

Who Am I?

Who am I?

Why I am different?

Specially unique

Never under estimated

Always expected perfection from me

But can’t they see it is showing

Through the cracks of my soul

That I am not perfect,

That I can only handle so much

That I am just a human

With only so much strength

Left inside for

I am only me

The one every treats different

Like I am some type of miraculous event

That happened so many years ago

Look at me, can’t you see, the pressure is building

Upon my shoulders to strive my best

At all your wants & needs

I am about to crack, go colliding, spinning out of control

Please somebody release my soul

Just tell me why you treat me so

I wonder is it because I am not of part of you?

Why I am so different, my hair color is off, my eyes are not the same,

Does anyone know who I am?

Does anyone even care?

Why can’t you just tell me?

Honesty is the core to life’s injustice

But there you are treating me

Like I am some angel in disguise

As if I was not made from you.