I have a new release out that came out today. You can get it here if you want.
It’s a short story and is quite affordable at 99 cents- the publisher calls them weekend reads as they are quick little tales. This one was inspired by my trip to Edinburgh last October. I took the picture on the cover, as well. Check out the original photo. 
Blurb:
Working on her doctoral dissertation has been stressful for Jenna Monroe, an American studying at Edinburgh University. She’s writing about the mythological kingdom of Camelot which historians believe was above the City of Edinburgh at a place called Arthur’s Seat near Salisbury Crag. She hikes up to the crag for inspiration, and while resting there, meets a man in a hooded cape.
The man introduces himself as Art, the son of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere. A castle appears out of the mist and the man escorts her inside to dine. Believing it to be a vivid dream brought on by too much stress, Jenna shrugs off the encounter. She’s later shocked when she sees the man from her dream in town.
Excerpt:
“Come and eat.” The man led Jenna through a large door and to a table. He called out to a passing woman, “Bring us some roast pig and bread and some mead.” Jenna was grateful that she was a medieval scholar and could understand the dialect the man spoke.
“Yes, sir.” The woman scurried off to do his bidding.
Jenna sat in the chair the man pulled out for her. She glanced up at him. “What do I call you?”
“I’m Art.”
“Of course you are. I’m Jenna.” Jenna giggled. “Since this is my dream, it’s obvious that I’d name you after Arthur because we’re on his seat.”
“What’s it going to take to prove to you that you’re here in my castle and it’s real?”
“Give it up, medieval man. There’s no way you’re going to convince me of that. This is only the vivid dream of an overworked grad student.”
The woman came back and placed plates of food in front of them as well as two mugs. Art took off his cape. He wasn’t bald like she’d thought earlier. He had blond hair, and quite a lot of it.
After he was seated, he slid his plate toward himself and picked up a hunk of the meat. He opened his bread and placed the meat inside.
“Ah ha,” Jenna said. “The Earl of Sandwich invented the sandwich in 1782. Therefore, this has to be a dream since in your time, you would’ve never put those together. You’d have eaten them separately.”
“There’s a flaw in your logic, lass.” Art took a huge bite of his sandwich.
Her stomach rumbled, but before she took a bite, she asked, “What’s that?”
“Since I’ve been in your time, I know all about sandwiches. After all, didn’t you see me go into MacDonald’s pub today? It’s my favorite place to eat and drink. They serve a killer roast beef.”
“Okay, you know what? I’m going to enjoy this marvelous dream food and let you pretend that this is real because I’m starving and can’t wait any longer.” She picked up a large piece of meat and stuck it in her mouth. She groaned in pleasure. It was so succulent and tender. After she chewed and swallowed, she sighed. “Ahh, God, I wish this was real. I’d eat it every day. Wow. It’s the best thing ever.”
Jillian Chantal 