Monday, March 18, 2024

Belega by Dianne Hartsock Excerpt Tour



by Dianne Hartsock


Erotic Fantasy Romance (M/M)


The Karthagans have regained their ancient powers of manipulating nature, but at the price of madness. In their lust for control, they've destroyed their island and most of their race. They come now to Belega, where one of them, Camron, seeks domination over the known world. The Mage has come from the northern continent of Sennia to bring peace but finding his strength no match for the coming struggle, he passes his abilities on to Natan, who only desires a simple life.

Now only Natan has the ability to stop Camron, but the personal cost is more than he imagines. It is only with the combined strength of his friends, his Karthagan lover, Kavi, and his deep desire to bring lasting peace to the earth, that he finds the courage to overcome Camron and restore balance to the world.



“Intruder!” One of the soldiers recovered enough to shout, lunging for him. Kavi broke his arm with a quick sidestep and a twist of the man’s arm around his back. Snatching the soldier’s knife from his belt, he laughed as men came at him with their clumsy swords and fumbling knives. He’d sparred every day since childhood with better warriors than these. He shoved the wounded soldier from him, then silently cleared a wide field around himself with three soldiers dead and several missing their fingers.

Kavi strode toward the gates, drawing on the energy of the earth that came so easily to his people as horsemen rode up to block his way. A powerfully built man jumped from his mount to confront him. Landlan. “You cannot leave, my dear. You’re to be held for aiding in the murder of Lord Gargary.” 

Kavi heard his words, but power flowed in him and he made to walk around the man. Landlan reached out to restrain him, jumping back at the glitter of the knife in his hand. Landlan beckoned another horseman forward. This one trained an arrow on Kavi’s heart. Kavi looked at the soldiers. The thrumming of power in his ears made it difficult to think, and he couldn’t focus his eyes. He stepped back to widen the space around him.

“Let me through,” he said, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. 

Landlan shivered, and then anger swept over his face. “No. I think I’ll kill you instead.” He motioned to the bowman with a jerk of his head. 

Kavi laughed, a wild high-pitched note that set men’s teeth on edge. He opened his arms. “People of Belega.” He’d raised his voice and all within hearing stopped in their tracks at the throb of power in the air. “You’ve hated and feared me since I first stepped on your shores. You fear my people because of our gifts. I’ll show you that you were right to fear.” 

He stooped to pick up a handful of dirt. A tiny part of his mind pleaded for reason, but he’d gone beyond that point. Power flowed into him from the earth and from the air he breathed so deeply. He opened his hand and blew lightly on the dust he held. It began to swirl, slowly at first, then with increasing speed, until a tiny whirlwind formed in his open palm. With a sound of delight, he tossed the swirling mass into the night sky.

The cyclone hit Barkuit with a roar of wind and blinding dirt. Men and horses became drawn into the swirling chaos as it touched down. Kavi stood at its calm center with Landlan. The man fell on his knees, unnerved by the terror of the wind. He begged Kavi to stop as the bowman, along with every man within reach, continued to be swept from the walls and streets. Kavi had become part of the storm in all its glory and ignored him.


Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from. Dianne is the author of m/m romance, paranormal/suspense, fantasy adventure, the occasional thriller, and anything else that comes to mind.

She now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. Dianne says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee in her hands, which kindles her imagination.

Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.



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Dianne Hartsock will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


  1. Thank you for featuring BELEGA and today's excerpt.

  2. Replies
    1. Hi Tracie! I think my favorite food has to be nachos with all the fixings... Now I'm hungry :)

  3. Thanks for hosting my Belega today!

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    1. Thanks Rita! I'm happy you stopped in -Dianne Hartsock

  5. The cover looks great. Sounds like an interesting story.

    1. Thanks Marcy! I love the cover too -Dianne Hartsock

  6. This sounds like a good book and I really like the cover.


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