Monday, December 10, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Cathy and DD MacRae

Today Cathy and DD MacRae are here with their excerpt from The Highlander’s Crusader Bride. This story has betrayal, lots of action, intrigue and LOVE. Also, I LOVE this cover!

"I adore historical romances, and this one hit the nail on the head..." Helois,
Excerpt Six:
“I will have an answer, Bram,” Caelen insisted. Bram resumed swinging his legs, the toes of his boots tapping the table leg ever so gently. Arbela shook her head slightly as Caelen opened his mouth.
“When I come to Dunfaileas, I will bring Toros and Garen, as well as Voski,” she murmured in a low, soothing voice. “Ye and I will spend time together and give your nurse time to rest. I have been told my stories are exactly right for a boy who will soon pass his sixth summer.” Arbela sighed as Bram continued to refuse her overture. “Your father and I have an agreement. I believe ye and I should have one as well.”
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Born in the Holy Land only a few years after the Third Crusade, half-Armenian, half-Scot Arbela MacLean is a true daughter of the desert, beautiful and untamed. Trained to be a warrior to avoid her gentle mother’s fate, Arbela has honed her skills with Turkish bow and arrow, sword and throwing darts—and dreads the day her father choses a man for her to marry.
After more than thirty years in the Holy Land, Donal MacLean, Baron of Batroun, is recalled to Scotland, the last son available to take up leadership of clan MacLean. He brings with him knights, treasure, trade—and a daughter of marriageable age.
Caelen MacKern, known as the Bull of the Highlands, is cynical about women. His first marriage formed an alliance, and he did not grieve when his spoiled, immature bride passed away. He has agreed to marry again—against his better judgement—for the men, means and coin to recover from a devastating pestilence that all but wiped out his clan.
Though more than a little resentful at finding himself forced to remarry, Caelen’s proposal to Donal MacLean’s headstrong daughter nevertheless piques her interest. Each will receive what they want most from life—the ability to live as they please without interference from a meddling spouse. But their marriage of indifference will soon change to one of passion that neither Arbela nor Caelen could have predicted.
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Monday, December 3, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Barbara Bettis

Today Barbara Bettis joins us with an excerpt from her wonderful story, SILVERHAWK.

"Silverhawk is a thrilling medieval romance that is both touching and filled with adventure. " Amazon Review
He’s everything a proper lady should never want; she’s everything a bastard mercenary can never have.
Excerpt Five:
Emelin jerked away from Garley. Rebellion overpowered the hurt, and she spoke without thought. Again. “Or what? You’ll immure me in a convent? I believe we’ve done that already.” Garley’s slap caught the side of the face, sent her staggering onto the bed.
“Keep your mouth shut.” His voice held no trace of emotion as he strode to the door. “At least
until after the wedding. Then you’re his problem.”
Please leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of SILVERHAWK. And follow along next week at Judith Marshall’s blog:
If you would like to read last week’s installment, check out Cathy MacRae’s blog:
He’s everything a proper lady should never want; she’s everything a bastard mercenary can never have.
Sir Giles has come to England to kill his father, who seduced and betrayed his mother. First, however, he’ll seek sweet revenge—kidnap the old lord’s new betrothed. But when Giles uncovers a plot against King Richard, he faces a dilemma: take the lady or track the traitors. What’s a good mercenary to do? Both, of course.
Lady Emelin has had enough. Abandoned in a convent by her brother, she finally has a chance for home and family. Yet now she’s been abducted. Her kidnapper may be the image of her dream knight, but she won’t allow him to spoil this betrothal. Her only solution: escape
Rescuing the intrepid lady—while hunting traitors—is a challenge Giles couldn’t anticipate.  But the greatest challenge to Giles and Emelin is the fire blazing between them.

Monday, November 26, 2018

Medieval Monday blog Hop with Ashley York

Today my guest is Ashley York. Her excerpt is from Daughter of the King – Book Three of The Derbfine Series.

"Awesome author! I like how I can relate to the character and can get a feel of the environment." Amazon Review
A mistaken identity. A gruesome murder. The uniting of two powerful clans.
Excerpt Four:
“Did ye not promise ye could make me a good wife?” he said, his tone teasing.
“Did I say that? Hmm. I do not recall.”
His hair hung around his face, not pulled back as usual, and she had the sudden urge to push it away from his face. She shook herself. “Something about teaching me?”
That look of desire was back, but he held her gaze, mimicking her words. “Something about it.” His quiet voice seemed like a caress. “Within hours ye’ll be mine.”
This excerpt continues next week when I’ll be visiting Judith Sterling Marshall’s blog.
A mistaken identity. A gruesome murder. The uniting of two powerful clans.
 Trained as a warrior…
Brighit of Clonascra is the only daughter of the fearsome overking, Sean, but despises the trappings and demands of womanhood. She’s far more comfortable training for battle than preparing a meal. Long held alliances require she set aside selfish dreams and take Darragh as her husband. The union intended to promote peace between the clans is interrupted by the shocking murder of a neighboring king and she quickly discovers there are far worse things than being wed.
Trained to be king…
Darragh of Drogheda has no wish to follow in the path of his father, Tadhg, but he is an obedient son and supports his father’s plans. His marriage to Brighit, however, will be no hardship at all since he finds her most intriguing especially when she fights him at every turn. A she-warrior indeed. Her persistent dismissal of him merely blows the fire aflame and sets him down the path to discovery of all her most tightly held secrets.
When she stands accused of the murder, can they finally come to an agreement that will give them each what they truly desire?

Monday, November 19, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Elisabeth Hobbes

I hope you’re enjoying the excerpts. Today my guest is Elisabeth Hobbes. Her excerpt is from A Wager for the Widow. "I suppose a kiss of gratitude is out of the question?”
From the very first page, it had me hooked. The hero's entrance is incredibly memorable, as is he.” Amazon Reviewer 
Excerpt Three:
She nodded her head the smallest degree that manners would permit and Will hid a smile, turning instead to greet Edmund and Anne.
Throughout the meal Will’s mind was firmly on his duties, determined to ensure everything ran smoothly. Once or twice throughout the evening he sensed Lady Peyton’s eyes on him as he explained the ingredients of a particular dish to Sir Edgar, but if ever he looked directly at her she whipped her head down.
Before the sweet dishes were brought out Sir Edgar stood and left the table. The atmosphere took on a more informal air in his absence as members of the household dispersed or moved into groups and the hall became pleasantly alive with the sounds of voices and dice games.
Will found a spot on the end of a bench and allowed himself a moment of satisfaction that the evening had been accomplished smoothly. He watched as the three women and their attendants moved to seats by the fireside. Lady Fitzallan and Anne began to devour a plate of honeyed figs, but Lady Peyton seated herself slightly apart from her mother and sister, her body perfectly still and her eyes downcast. The air of melancholy surrounding her was almost tangible and Will’s heart lurched at the sight.
Can Will help Eleanor be happy again?  Read next week’s excerpt on Judith Marshall’s blog to find out.
Blurb: "I suppose a kiss of gratitude is out of the question?"

Widowed Lady Eleanor Peyton has chosen a life of independence. Living alone on her rocky coastal outcrop, she's cut herself off from the world of men—until William Rudhale saves her life and demands a kiss!

As steward to Lady Eleanor's father, Will knows the desire he burns with is futile—but he'll still wager he can claim Eleanor's kiss by midwinter. Yet when the tide turns Will realizes vulnerable Eleanor is far too precious to gamble with. Can he win his lady before it's too late?
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Monday, November 12, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Sherry Ewing

Today we have an excerpt from To Follow My Heart: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time by Sherry Ewing.
From the shores of California to twelfth century England and back again, Jenna and Fletcher must find a way to reconcile their two different worlds before Time forever tears them apart.

"If time travel were to happen, I hope it's like this." Amazon Review
Except Two:
Fletcher must have known her thoughts, since she had clearly been ogling him. When he gazed down at her from his towering height, he gave her a lopsided, cocky grin that almost caused her to trip over her own two feet. He took hold of her around her waist to steady her but just as abruptly let go, mumbling an apology for her to forgive him for being so bold. Bold? By touching her waist? Did it suddenly get overly hot in here?
He halted in front of the main table that was sitting up on some kind of a platform. Jenna assumed that the man sitting next to Amiria was her husband and she attempted to hide a gulp of fear looking at the knight staring down at her with eyes the color of cold hard steel. Fetcher gave a very formal bow and seemed disturbed when Jenna did nothing but wave her hand in a sign of saying hello. She smiled when Katherine returned the gesture with a laugh.
“My liege lord and lady, may I present Lady Jenna of...” Fletcher’s gaze fell on her while he silently urged her to fill in the rest of his unfinished sentence.
“San Francisco.” Jenna heard her own voice sounding rushed and soft, and the hall fell silent. Suddenly, she felt conspicuously foreign.
“...of Sanfran Cisco,” Fletcher replied as Dristan made a motion with his hand for them to join him at his table. “Did I say your township aright?” he asked, for her ears alone.
“Close enough.” She gave him half a smile, still conscious of everyone staring at her as if she had grown another head popping out from her shoulders.
Be sure to leave a comment for Sherry below for a chance to win an eCopy of To Follow Your Heart, The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time (Book 3). A winner will be randomly selected and announced on Medieval Monday, December 31st.
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Love is a leap. Sometimes you need to jump…
After a gut wrenching break up with her fiancé, Jenna Sinclair heads to the coast to do a little soul searching. To say everything is subject to change is putting it mildly. Her world is not only turned upside down, but pretty much torn asunder when she is pulled through a time gate on the beach beneath the Cliff House and transported more than eight hundred years into the past.
Fletcher Monroe, captain of the garrison knights at Berwyck Castle, has wasted too much time pining for a woman who will never be his. When he finally decides to move on with his life and focus on his duties, he is suddenly confronted with a woman who magically appears at his feet. This could either be the best thing that has ever happened to him or another cursed event in a string of many. He soon finds he is wildly attracted to her, but she’s scared to death of him ─ not a very encouraging beginning.
From the shores of California to twelfth century England and back again, Jenna and Fletcher must find a way to reconcile their two different worlds before Time forever tears them apart.
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Friday, November 9, 2018

Books, Chocolate and Wine - Book Review

A Scandalous Deal

Full disclosure - I LOVE Ms. Shupe's gilded age stories. This story was no exception. The premise, a female architect is unique. It weaves a woman's struggle for recognition and equality amidst a male driven industry and political corruption. The attraction between the heroine, Eva and the hero, Phillip sizzles on the page. The writing is clear and evocative. The descriptions put you into each scene, experiencing the action along with the characters. Well done!

Here is the back cover copy.

They call her Lady Unlucky…

With three dead fiancés, Lady Eva Hyde has positively no luck when it comes to love. She sets sail for New York City, determined that nothing will deter her dream of becoming an architect, certainly not an unexpected passionate shipboard encounter with a mysterious stranger. But Eva’s misfortune strikes once more when she discovers the stranger who swept her off her feet is none other than her new employer.

Or is it Lady Irresistible?

Phillip Mansfield reluctantly agrees to let the fiery Lady Eva oversee his luxury hotel project while vowing to keep their relationship strictly professional. Yet Eva is more capable—and more alluring—than Phillip first thought, and he cannot keep from drawing up a plan of his own to seduce her.
When a series of onsite “accidents” make it clear someone wants Lady Unlucky to earn her nickname, Phillip discovers he’s willing to do anything to protect her—even if it requires a scandalous deal…

A Scandalous Deal is available at most book distributors

About Joanna Shupe

Award-winning author JOANNA SHUPE has always loved history, ever since she saw her first Schoolhouse Rock cartoon. In 2013 she won Romance Writers of America’s prestigious Golden Heart® Award for Best Historical.

Joanna’s first Gilded Age historical novel, Magnate, was named one of the Best Books of 2016 by Publishers Weekly, and one of 2016′s top romances by The Washington Post and Kobo. The Washington Post named Joanna’s The Lady Hellion as one of 2015’s top five romance novels.

She currently lives in New Jersey with her two spirited daughters and dashing husband.

When she’s not writing or doing laundry, she can be found online at Facebook (Joanna Shupe Author) or Twitter (@joannashupe).

Monday, November 5, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Judith Sterling

I’m delighted to announce the return of Medieval Monday. Escape with us into the realm of medieval romance, into the world of knights, Highlanders, strong maidens, and a dragon or two!
Today, I’m welcoming Judith Sterling. Her hero has an interesting problem. How eager would the bridegroom be if he knew he could never bed the bride?
Here is Judith’s first excerpt from Flight of the Raven, Book One of The Novels of Ravenwood.

"Not many romance novels focus in marital drama but this one does and does it well." Amazon Reviewer
Excerpt One          
The brisk wind lashed William’s cheeks as he emerged from the stairwell and stamped onto the twilit battlements.  All night he’d paced:  round the bailey, through the darkened keep, and high above it all.  Anywhere served, so long as ʼtwasn’t his bedchamber.
            As the hours waxed, so did his temper.  His mind discharged a clear and terrible record of his life, from the moment he left for the Holy Land to the memory of Emma’s tears.  He went over the details again and again, stewing in a burst of negativity which was all-consuming.
            Now, on the battlements, his mood so blinded him he nearly slammed into the figure approaching from his right.  At the last second, he stepped aside.  Then he jerked to a halt in recognition.
Make sure to comment below for a chance to win a digital copy of Flight of the Raven (or if you already own a copy, your choice of another of Judith’s books).  A winner will be randomly chosen and announced on December 31.
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How eager would the bridegroom be if he knew he could never bed the bride?
Lady Emma of Ravenwood Keep is prepared to give Sir William l’Orage land, wealth, and her hand in marriage.  But her virginity?  Not unless he loves her.  The curse that claimed her mother is clear:  unless a Ravenwood heir is conceived in love, the mother will die in childbirth.  Emma is determined to dodge the curse.  Then William arrives, brandishing raw sensuality which dares her to explore her own.
William the Storm isn’t a man to be gainsaid.  He’ll give her protection, loyalty, and as much tenderness as he can muster.  But malignant memories quell the mere thought of love.  To him, the curse is codswallop.  He plans a seduction to breach Emma’s fears and raze her objections.  What follows is a test of wills and an affirmation of the power of love.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Remembering Anne Walradt

Anne Walradt, my dear friend passed away today.

I've tried to write something to honor Anne, but nothing seems good enough, deep enough, says enough about a friend who encouraged my writing, got excited with me when I did well and consoled me when I didn't do so well and even helped me locate the grave of my grandfather who died over a hundred years ago.

There is a poem, a prayer that I'd like to share with you.
We Remember Them 

In the rising of the sun and its going down,

We Remember Them.

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
We Remember Them.

In the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We Remember Them.

In the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer,
We Remember Them.

In the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
We Remember Them.

In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We Remember Them.

When we are weary and in need of strength,
We Remember Them.

When we are lost and sick of heart,
We Remember Them.

When we have joys and special celebrations we yearn to share,
We Remember Them.

So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are part of us and
We Remember Them.

I will always remember Anne, as the Voice of Romance, and for her encouragement and kindness.

Friday, October 5, 2018

Books, Chocolate and Wine - Book Review

One of These Nights by Roni Denholtz

This Victorian cozy set in New Jersey was a very enjoyable read.  Murder, séance, ghosts, and a choice of suspects add in an innocent lovely romance and you have it all. Ms Denholtz, well done!

Here is the back cover copy:

After his brother is murdered, Drew Covington tries to bring his spirit back to find out who killed Charles. With little success, and feeling desperate, he hires an assistant to help with his quest.

Violet Moore is excited about obtaining the job working with Drew. But she also knows something about Charles' demise and is hiding the fact.

Between visits from other spirits and signs that Charles is attempting to reach them, Violet and Drew are falling in love. Can they succeed before the murderer strikes again?

One of These Nights is available at most book distributors.

About Roni Denholtz

Roni has published eight romance novels and one novella.  Her books have been nominated for the New Jersey Golden Leaf award and the National Readers’ Choice Award.  “Marquis in a Minute” won the NJ Golden Leaf award for Best Regency Romance.
Roni is a member of New Jersey Romance Writers (she served as its president in 2016); Romance Writers of America; and the Authors Guild.
Roni lives in northwest New Jersey with her family, including their dog.  She is also a realtor at Jersey Success Realty, a company she and her husband own.  She served on the board of her local animal shelter, Noah’s Ark, for eight years.

Friday, September 14, 2018

Books, Chocolate and Wine - Book Review

In Beast: Great Bloodlines Converge (The de Russe Legacy Book 3), Kathryn LeVeque transports you to a place full of adventure, suspense, and romance with a touch of historical facts that is intriguing. The blood of England’s greatest knights runs through the hero’s veins. Our heroine, also a descendent of notable knights is a force to be reckoned with in her own right. While his bond is a knight’s honor and code, her background, surrounded by court intrigue gives her the ability to help her warrior husband navigate the political snares and traps he may not see. This story is filled with torment, anguish, resilience and love that will keep you turning the pages. This is medieval adventure romance at its best.

Here is the back cover copy
The blood lines of seven great houses come together in the greatest knight of them all.
He bears the name of de Russe, but the bloodlines of seven great houses converge in the greatest knight England has yet seen. As the uncle of Gaston de Russe, the Dark One, Sir Bastien de Russe beholds a great and terrible legacy, one that makes him both the target and the leader, the hunter and the hunted. His story is the most powerful of all.
Through triumph, intrigue, battles, and grief, Bastian and Gisella come to know one another and in spite of everything, a powerful love begins to bloom. But Bastian still has a promise to fulfill, a promise he made to the Maid just before she died, and it is this promise that drives him to risk both his life and Gisella's. From the dungeons of Rouen to the royal halls of London great passion and great benevolence abide in the man known as the BEAST.
Beast is available at most book distributors.
About Kathryn LeVeque
  • USA TODAY Bestselling Author - Charter Amazon All-Star Author - #1 multi-published Medieval Historical Romance Bestselling Author - #1 ranked English Medieval Historical Romance Author on Amazon
  • “Medieval Romance just doesn’t get any better than this….” — Uncaged Book Reviews
  • “Le Veque writes… winning epics….” — Publisher’s Weekly
  • “Kathryn Le Veque is a force of nature. Her stories are epic, with timeless themes and heroes to die for.” –Tanya Anne Crosby, New York Times Bestselling Author
  • “The epic Medieval Romance is back – thanks to Kathryn Le Veque!” — Claire Delacroix, New York Times Bestselling author
  • “This author… genius…!” — Ind’Tale Magazine
KATHRYN LE VEQUE is a critically acclaimed USA TODAY Bestselling author, a charter Amazon All-Star author, and a #1 bestselling, award-winning, multi-published author in Medieval Historical Romance and Contemporary Romance.
Kathryn was the winner of Uncaged Book Reviews Magazine “Raven Award” for Favorite Medieval Romance (Vestiges of Valor) and Favorite Cover, all Genres (Queen of Lost Stars) for 2017, and she is considered one of the top Indie authors in the world with over a million copies in circulation. Her novels have been translated into several languages.
Kathryn’s Medieval Romance novels have been called ‘detailed’, ‘highly romantic’, and ‘character-rich’. She crafts great adventures of love, battles, passion, and romance in the High Middle Ages.
Kathryn is also the President/CEO of Dragonblade Publishing, a boutique publishing house specializing in Historical Romance, and the President/CEO of DragonMedia Publishing, a publishing house that publishes the Pirates of Britannia Connected World series. She is a strong advocate for Independent Authors everywhere and gives frequent workshops on the subject to new and veteran authors alike.

Monday, April 30, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Ruth A. Casie

Welcome to the final day of our blog hop. I really loved writing this scene. I can hear Lisbeth’s foot falls as she rushes through the forest. I can feel her anxiety trying to find Alex. What does she do when he asks her to wait? Here is the full scene. I hope you enjoy it.
Excerpt from The Guardian’s Witch
The berries Lisbeth had gathered tumbled forgotten from her hands. A tremor touched her lips while the vision slammed behind her eyes. She didn’t doubt the vision’s truth. Sometimes a bright light, warm and comforting, accompanied the vision; other times the wind howled, cold and disturbing. Today, panic clearly filled the air.
She spun around trying to pinpoint a direction and abruptly stopped. Facing south, she licked her lips nervously and tasted the sweetness of fresh water. A rushing sound burst in her ears. The river. Her head snapped east toward the river path and she ran. As she careened down the narrow trail, the outstretched branches tugged at her dress, pulled off her shawl and clawed at her face and arms. She took no notice. The cadence of her footfalls beat out a mantra, not him, not him, not him. She rushed on faster, mumbling enchanted words under her breath.
She exploded out of the forest and stood on the riverbank as the bridge gave way, sending the horse and rider plunging into the angry current. Swiftly the horse surfaced and headed for shore with an empty saddle. She stood on the bank, still mumbling as she scanned the river until she glimpsed a clear red aura shining deep in its middle. Her relief was momentary when the blackness began to creep in. There wasn’t much time.
Quickly she pulled off her heavy dress and, wearing only her chemise, dove into the river. Save him was her only thought. Down she plunged kicking hard against the current. The usually clear water, now choked with mud, churned with debris. She screamed the words in her head and made her demands. In response, the current slowed and as the mud began to settle, a lifeless hand beckoned to her from below.
Desperate to reach him, she kicked hard toward the deep river bottom. She was a strong swimmer and reached him quickly. She pulled on his arm but he didn’t budge. Something pinned him in place. She dropped his hand and pulled herself around him. The murky water made it difficult for her to see what held him. She resorted to running her hand over every inch of his body to locate what kept him captive. Her lungs burned. She needed to surface but she pressed on.
Frantically her hands felt their way along his leg until she found his foot caught in the debris. She shoved the timber away. The exertion cost her precious time and air. With one hand she grabbed his shirt collar and kicked off the bottom. With her free arm she reached for the surface. She didn’t take her eyes off him.
The higher she got, the more the water cleared. The wild current fought to get free of her restraint. She didn’t think. She focused on getting Alex out of the water.
The hand holding Alex’s collar cramped, sending spasms of pain up her arm. She did not let go. The last of her breath spent, her lungs screamed for fresh air. She forced herself not to breathe. She was certain she would break free of the water soon. Alex’s weight pulled at her. She wasn’t making any progress. If she didn’t do something quickly they would be back on the bottom. She glanced up. The light was brighter. She was close now. She held her legs together and undulated like a graceful giant fish. Once again her free arm reached hard and pulled the water out of her way. One last hard kick and she exploded into the air as if propelled from underneath. Alex floated face down next to her.
She gulped for air, exhausted. There was no time to waste. She held on to him as the current pulled them toward the rapids and the steep falls beyond. She turned him onto his back and swam for shore. She dragged the large knight onto the bank where his warhorse stood snorting and stomping. Worn out but thankful, she collapsed next to Alex gasping for air. Her hand was on his chest.
He didn’t stir. She fixed her eyes on his chest but she didn’t see any movement. She scanned his face. A small trickle of water escaped his mouth.
She rolled him on his side and pounded on his back. Nothing. She pounded again. More water trickled out of his mouth. She reached inside his wet shirt. No heartbeat.
She kept the building panic at bay. Think. Calmness overcame her. She rolled him onto his back and knelt above him. She placed her mouth over his and gave him her breath. She’d given her breath before, when the blacksmith’s wife gave birth and the baby didn’t breathe. That day she had tried everything but nothing worked. She wanted to move the baby’s chest, just one breath. In desperation she breathed for the child. It worked then. It had to work now.
She felt the tingle at her lips and a dizzying current raced through her. She closed her eyes and gave him another breath. Her hand pressed hard against this chest. She searched for a heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest, anything to indicate he lived.
He shuddered with a shallow breath. Reassured, she felt a faint but steady beat and sank back on her heels. She observed the deadly gray pallor on his face retreat. His arms twitched as they came to life. His face contorted in a spasm as he choked to clear his lungs. He pushed himself up coughing out the last of the river sludge and sucked in large quantities of air.
Relief surged through her. She rose, retrieved her dress lying in a pool of sunlight, and quickly slipped it on. She calmed the restless warhorse with her gentle touch and whispered words, When she ventured a glance at the knight, she found herself staring into his compelling gray eyes. His gaze was riveted on her face. A fresh spasm of coughing took him, and she turned to leave.
“Wait.” He struggled to get the word out.
She stopped and took a deep breath.
He shook his head. His eyelids slid closed and he fell onto his back. He fell asleep before his head touched the ground.
She stood next to him, laid the horse’s reins in one hand, and brought his other onto his chest. Satisfied, she silently vanished into the forest before he woke and admonished her for being outside the castle—without an escort. A scurry of leaves, seemingly caught in the warm autumn breeze, covered any signs she had been there.

Back Cover Copy of The Guardian’s Witch
England, 1290
Lord Alex Stelton can't resist a challenge, especially one with a prize like this: protect a castle on the Scottish border for a year, and it's his. Desperate for land of his own, he'll do anything to win the estate—even enter a proxy marriage to Lady Lisbeth Reynolds, the rumored witch who lives there.   
Feared and scorned for her second sight, Lisbeth swore she'd never marry, but she is drawn to the handsome, confident Alex. She sees great love with him but fears what he would think of her gift and her visions of a traitor in their midst.
Despite his own vow never to fall in love, Alex can't get the alluring Lisbeth out of his mind and is driven to protect her when attacks begin on the border. But as her visions of danger intensify, Lisbeth knows it is she who must protect him. Realizing they'll secure their future only by facing the threat together, she must choose between keeping her magic a secret and losing the man she loves. 
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Monday, April 23, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Bambi Lynn

Welcome to week 13 of the Medieval Monday Blog Hop. I’m hosting Bambi Lynn on my blog and she is hosting me on her blog. She suffered through the pain and abuse of her wifely duties. Here he stood, back after five years. She’d kill him if she could. Here is her continuing snippet from The Mask of the Highlander.
Perhaps she, too, had forgotten. Had her recollection faded over the years? Had she lived with such fear until now it was little more than a faded memory, its intensity diminished by time? She stood taller, squaring her shoulders and fixing him with a look of disdain that would make most men shuffle their feet and look away in shame.
Once she was afraid to touch him. Now she’s afraid to let go.
Forced to marry to avoid war between clans, Kenna Cleary endured three days of her new husband's painful brutality before he rode off to battle the English. In the five years of his absence, she bore him a daughter, increased his holdings, and gained the love and respect of his people. Now he's home. Must she and the clan learn to endure his cruelty once more?
 The Laird of Domhnul has returned from war a changed man—moreso than his wife or clan can possibly know. Now the warrior faces a new battle, one for his wife's heart, and his peoples' trust. He must walk the knife's edge of deception and danger, while proving he is no longer the cruel tyrant they came to know all too well.
 But when his father embroils both them in a deadly plot, can the couple find a way to prevent war between the clans?

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