Tuesday, March 3, 2015


A themed tour through Prism Book Tours.

The Cloak

The Cloak
Sarah Jennings
Inspirational YA Romantic Suspense
Paperback and ebook, 194 pages
November 2014

Kellan McKensie, Princess of Errigal, is set on leaving for another world before being thrust into a plan of God's choosing that includes learning of her past, embracing her future, and finding her forever love.

Among a lost line of beautiful, wise queens and a conquered country still clinging to medieval traditions in today's world, can Kellan be convinced that now is her time to act? Why should she? To the entire country, she doesn't even exist. Ever the reluctant leader, Kellan is pressured to use her incredible God-given abilities to bring back the glory of her homeland. To do so, she must fight her own will, overcome fears, and control her temper. It's a lot to ask of a girl hidden under a cloak her whole life.



Later that evening, with everyone’s attention on the dying king, Kellan managed to sneak out of her room. Her objective was to find Osma and Master Hewitt and get out before anyone reported her missing. The place was just huge, and she didn’t know where to start. Barefoot and as quiet as a passing cloud, she ventured down the lamp lit hall and found that she was on the same floor as the king’s chambers, obvious because of the amount of activity that was going on near the doorway. This was not the way she wanted to go. She spun around and started to head in the other direction, but instead found herself facing a warrior of Errigal. He didn’t scare her really, and her first reaction was to black his eye with her fist. In turn, that led to a half dozen more gathering round, and a struggle soon commenced…a loud one at that.

Hearing the commotion, Prince Ian stepped out of his father’s chambers, saw the clash, and ran down the hall. “What’s going on here?” he demanded, as he pulled the warriors away from Kellan. It alarmed him that she was out in the open. “My lady, what are you doing here?”

She would have liked to have said, “Trying to escape, you overgrown moron,” but figured that would not have been in her best interest. Prince Ian was not average in height or build by any means, and coupled with a few warriors, she didn’t think she could take them all at once with no weapon, not to mention while in a constrictive ankle length tunic. Breathing heavily and straightening herself, she tried to sound innocent and made something up, “I just came to inquire about your father, my lord.” Even when she was lying to protect her life, Kellan hated doing it, so she never was real convincing.
Prince Ian stood staring at everyone for a moment, trying to discern what happened. No one spoke, but he didn’t quite believe the princess was telling the truth again. “What happened to you?” he said finally, noticing the swollen eyed warrior. Kellan winced and bit her lower lip. Here it comes, she thought. Mentally, she began to calculate her chances at getting away, and the odds weren’t looking too good. The warrior was too prideful to admit a girl had connected a punch and just hung his head, mumbling something to make it sound like he had given a response.

“My lord,” called a nurse. “Your father is asking for you.”
Ian wheeled around to return to the room. Suddenly, he stopped short and went back. Grabbing Kellan by the hand, he took her with him. They entered the quiet, dark room with reverence. Kellan had never been near anyone deathly ill, and it made her very uncomfortable. The king was calling out Ian’s name, and the prince went to his bedside, still holding Kellan by the hand to her dismay.
“I’m here, Father,” said the prince. King Evert turned his head toward his son’s voice. Noticing someone standing beside him, he lifted his head up slightly, and his eyes grew wide. “Ian,” he said breathlessly, “where did you find her?”

The prince looked at Kellan. She stood very still and said nothing. The king’s eyes were locked on her, and he held out his hand to her. “Seanna?”

Ian started to jump in and explain, but Kellan squeezed his hand to stop him. Letting go of the prince, she slowly reached down to take the king by his hand and sat on his bedside, her apprehension melting away. She suddenly felt a deep compassion for him.

"My king," she said smiling, "I've been waiting for you."


Sarah Jennings is an American storyteller living in the hills of North Carolina with her husband, four children, and escape artist hound dog. Her stories often revolve around strong willed heroines who find their way with God’s help during their adventures and in the process find their soulmate too. The Cloak is one such story now available in print and ebook format.

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Ends March 22nd


  1. I like the idea of being hidden under a cloak!!
    Jen @ YA Romantics

    1. I do as well. I often want to be a "fly on the wall"...this is the way I could do it :)...hehehe

  2. Paij, thank you for being a part of the tour for The Cloak! The comments from everyone are much appreciated.