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.
Excerpt
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.
Blurb
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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Monday, April 16, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog How with Mary Morgan

Welcome to week 12 of the Medieval Monday Blog Hop. I’m hosting Mary Morgan on my blog and she is hosting me on her blog. The Druids have come to celebrate the Midwinter with the Dragon Knight and his clan. But the King was supposed to be attend. Why is he absent? Here is her continuing snippet from A Highland Moon Enchantment
Excerpt:
Filling his mug, Muir lifted it high. “I thank ye for sharing the knowledge.” After draining the contents, he placed it on the table. Removing his dirk, he skewered a piece of meat from the boar.
Though the fire blazed hot, a cold tendril of uneasiness slipped within Ailsa at the silence around the table. Muir’s behavior made no sense, and she could see anger in her father’s eyes. Each day, the man attempted to battle the MacKays with words or blades. However, his manner with Desmond was far worse.
Angus waved a hand toward the minstrels, and they picked up their instruments. They filled the hall with a lively tune, breaking the tension at the table. He then took his wife’s hand and led her away to start dancing. Smiling at the two, Ailsa filled her trencher with some of the tempting dishes in front of her.
Follow along next week on Judith Sterling’s blog: https://judithmarshallauthor.com/blog/ and leave a comment for a chance to win a signed copy of A HIGHLAND MOON ENCHANTMENT,

Blurb:
You first meet this warrior in Dragon Knight’s Axe, Order of the Dragon Knights, Book 3

Irish warrior, Desmond O’Quinlan has never surrendered his heart to any woman. He has no wish to have his soul tortured by love. Yet, the moment he locks gazes with Ailsa, his fate is destined for an adventure he never fathomed. He may have battled alongside a Dragon Knight, but his greatest challenge will come from within his own heart.
 Ailsa MacDuff, a warrior among her clan, has no desire to have a man chain her to a life of obedience. However, that is before she meets Desmond. The temptation to allow this warrior inside her heart is a risk she dares to take, but one that could lead to a future of emptiness and sorrow. 
When betrayal looms from within, the battleground of love is no match for these two warriors. Can the power of a Highland full moon be strong enough to unite or destroy them?


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Monday, April 9, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Barbara Bettis

Welcome to week 11 of the Medieval Monday Blog Hop. Today I’m hosting Barbara Bettis on my blog and she is hosting me on her blog. Knights down holes and archers scheduled to have their fingers cut off and Kate is their only hope. Can she save them both? Here is her continuing snippet from The Lady of the Forest.
Excerpt
(Kate’s idea sounded chancy , and she hated to think what could happen if it failed. Worse, it might be too effective) and bring unnecessary hardship to innocent folks.
Not far from the bailey wall lay two large downed trees, left to age for fuel, along with other branches and deadwood. Each piece would be trimmed and stacked nearer the castle for use during the coming winter. Until then, all that potential lay waiting. Fire.
Sir Hubert had worried about fire more than attack from an armed force. The old wooden castle presented a particular risk. Once a spark got hold, the whole thing would be a gigantic bonfire. She’d hate that to happen. Not that she cared about Sir Mortimer. Sir Mort, villagers called him behind his back. But she did care about the people. She owed them her duty.
Follow along next week at www.lanemcfarland.com/. Be sure to leave a comment for a chance at an ebook of your choice.
Blurb
When her elderly husband dies, Lady Katherine fakes her own death and disappears into the forest with others escaping the brutish new lord. Determined to protect her people, she knocks the wrong man senseless. But Lord Henry isn’t an enemy, he’s the brother of her childhood friend. Although his tender confidence tempts her, she’s bound by duty.
Henry of Chauvere has found the one lady he wants for his own, never mind she’s tied him hand and foot. When he learns the king has ordered her to wed Stonehill’s ruthless new master, he insists Kate seek haven with his sister. But she won’t desert her friends. Henry vows to solve her problem, provided he catches a traitor before the threat from Kate’s past catches her.

When a daring rescue compels Henry and Kate to join forces, their attraction grows into love. If only duty didn’t drive them apart.
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Monday, April 2, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Cathy and DD MacRae

Welcome to week 10 of the Medieval Monday Blog Hop. Today I’m hosting Cathy and DD MacRae on my blog and she is hosting me on her blog. A wedding night with all its positioning, not necessarily the way you think. What game will Caelen and Arbela play? Here is her continuing snippet from The Highlander’s Crusader Bride
Excerpt
Arbela arched a brow. “What do ye ask of me? Allow ye into my bed this night and never think on it again? Do ye chafe against our agreement so soon?”
Her words slammed into him, rejection an emotion he was all too familiar with. “I dinnae enter this marriage to add discord in the form of a nagging wife,” he growled. “Keep yer bloody virtue. I have nae need for it.”
Join me next week on Judith Sterling’s blog https://judithmarshallauthor.com/blog/  for the next excerpt from The Highlander’s Crusader Bride!
Blurb
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.

Monday, March 26, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Ashley York

Welcome to week 9 of the Medieval Monday Blog Hop. Today I’m hosting Ashley York on my blog and she is hosting me on her blog. Lady Juliana may have Marcán may be taken with the slave girl Merewyn but it is Astrid he desires. What will he do? Here is her continuing snippet from Eyes of the Seer, Book 2 in The Derbfine Series

Excerpt
“Do not venture out again,” Astrid said to the slave.
Marcán could not be certain Merewyn did not glance his way before she obeyed her mistress. His attention was elsewhere.
Astrid swallowed, her neck exposed now, the bruise he’d seen earlier barely visible. It was enough to remind him that he had things to settle with her. A good reason to keep her in his company.
“Sit.” He indicated the spot beside him.
“Let me see to yer bath, Marcán.”
Dumbfounded, he simply stared at her retreating back.

Follow what happens to Marcán and Astrid next week on Cathy MacRae’s blog https://www.cathymacraeauthor.com/bits-n-bobs-author-blog

Blurb

In ancient Ireland, men and women take to the legends for answers. Different-colored eyes are the mark of a Seer, it is said, and those who can see the future are in league with the devil. They cannot be suffered to live.

He wishes to prove himself…

Marcán of Clonascara bears the bloodline of Brian Boru, the legendary high king, and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect. But he was born with different-colored eyes, and there are some who would have him suffer a Seer’s fate. His fiercest adversary is Beibhinn, mother to Diarmuid, his close friend and king, and Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. If Astrid ever showed him any interest, he would fight Beibhinn and any army to wed her.

She is desperate to escape…

Astrid is sick of her mother’s belittling, but her brother is in no hurry to see her married, so she decides to see to her own match-making. The man she approaches quickly reveals his lack of honor, but her overbearing mother pushes her to wed him anyway. When Astrid discovers
Marcán’s love for her, she realizes that what she wants has been in front of her all along. True happiness awaits them, but only if they can put a stop to her mother’s plans.
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Monday, March 19, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Jenna Jaxon

Welcome to week 8 of the Medieval Monday Blog Hop. I’m hosting Jenna Jaxon on my blog and she is hosting me on her blog. A marriage of convenience and a bedding.  Hmmmm, not so convenient. What are Thomas and Alyse  to do? Alone. Together. In bed? Everyone else on the other side of the curtain? Here is a continuing snippet from Betrayal
Excerpt
The embarrassment in her voice brought to mind the image of her cheeks, now likely as scarlet as her gown had been. ’Sblood, the girl was no innocent maid.
“Yes, ’tis the usual course of things. ’Tis not looked on as shameful, but as a validation of the wedding vows.” He paused, ran his fingers along the length of her jaw. “So you do not wish to lie with me tonight?”
She sniffed. “What choice do I have?”
“The choice will always be yours, Alyse. I vowed not to force you, and I never break my vows.”
Follow along next week on Bambi Lynn’s blog  www.bambilynnblog.wordpress.com
Blurb
          The worst betrayals come from within.
After a night of passion with her betrothed, Sir Geoffrey Longford, Lady Alyse de Courcy is eagerly looking forward to her wedding. But when Geoffrey is forced to marry another, a heartbroken and possibly pregnant Alyse finds herself in her own private hell. She must either gamble with her reputation or marry someone she does not love.
A reputed connoisseur of women, Thomas, Lord Braeton, has dallied with many ladies of King Edward’s court, although he has favored none. However, as Geoffrey’s best friend, Thomas has sworn to serve and protect Alyse, an oath now sorely tested when he agrees to marry her—in name only—to guard her reputation. Yet, as they grow closer, and Thomas discovers Alyse’s sweet but spirited nature, he comes to desire a marriage in truth.
Can he overcome her memory of Geoffrey, or is Thomas doomed to burn with passion for a woman he can never possess?
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Monday, March 12, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Laurel O'Donnell

Welcome to week 7 of the Medieval Monday Blog Hop. I’m hosting Laurel O’Donnell on my blog and she is hosting me on her blog. Grace’s gesture to give William a blanket to ward off the cold night while they camped outdoors nearly led to dire consequences. William’s sword lay at his feet. How much worse can he feel? Here is her continuing snippet from A Knight with Grace
Excerpt
    Much more confident than he felt. He had seen so much blood, in the wars, in the death of the archbishop, at the hands of others, by his own hand. It was instinct for him to protect himself with a weapon. But he never wanted to raise a blade to her. “I don’t want to. That’s why you should stay on your side of the camp.”
Please join me for the continuing excerpt next week at Bamib Lynn’s blog – http://www.bambilynn.net/
Blurb
Lady Grace Willoughby defies her father’s orders to marry Sir William de Tracy and escapes with a friend. She has no intention of wedding a cursed man, a man ostracized from the church, a man who would only doom any future children they might have to the fires of Hell. She prays for a knight to rescue her.
Excommunicated and outcast for a horrible crime in his past, Sir William de Tracy searches for forgiveness. Marriage has never crossed his mind until Lord Willoughby commissions him to retrieve his fleeing daughter and honor the dying wish of his father by marrying Grace.
But things are not as they seem. And when an assassin tries to kill Grace, William must choose between his soul and the woman he has come to love. Can William and Grace overcome their past and find the redemption and love both are so desperately seeking?
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Monday, March 5, 2018

Medieval Monday with Ceci Giltenan

Welcome to week 6 of the Medieval Monday Blog Hop. I’m hosting Ceci Giltenan on my blog and she is hosting me on her blog. Lucas had to save the slender lass that had been kidnapped, but what has he gotten himself into? Will she carry him Here is her continuing snippet from A Wee Highland Predicament.
Excerpt
“North? I can’t go north. We need to head back to Edinburgh.”
“Is that where they snatched ye?”
“Aye.”
“Then don’t ye suppose that’s where they’d expect ye to go? And when they wake to find ye gone, that’s the direction they’ll search?”
“I guess so.”
“Then wouldn’t it make sense to go a different direction?”
“Aye, but I have to get back to Edinburgh.”

Follow along next week on Bambi Lynn’s website: http://www.bambilynn.net/. Remember to leave a comment for a chance to win an e-copy of A Wee Highland Predicament or another e-book of your choice by Ceci Giltenan.
Blurb
Sometimes a bad boy can be a good man.
Lucas Grant’s brother is going to be furious. Lucas was supposed to secure a betrothal with a wealthy heiress to save his clan from financial ruin. After meeting her, he cannot marry the detestable woman.
As he flees Edinburgh to escape her, he happens upon six men who are holding a lovely Highland lass captive. He can’t just leave her to whatever fate awaits, so he rescues her.
Well, perhaps rescue isn’t the right word…
When he learns the feisty lass he stumbled upon is Ailsa MacLennan, he sees another way to help his clan. He’s going to hold her for ransom.
But when she steals his heart, what will the ransom be?
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Monday, February 26, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Jenni Fletcher

Welcome to week 5 of the Medieval Monday Blog Hop. I’m hosting Jenni Fletcher on my blog and she is hosting me on her blog. Lady Juliana may have Lothar as her captive, but her defeat is eminent. What will she do? Here is her continuing snippet from Besieged and Betrothed
Excerpt
'Once a battle starts, it’s hard to stop. I can’t vouch for Sir Guian’s men and I can’t change the rules of combat either. If you surrender after the assault begins, they’ll have the right to do whatever they want with your home and your belongings. Your women, too.’
‘There aren’t any women.’
‘None?’ He frowned. ‘What about your maids?’
‘I sent them away for their own safety.’ She gestured vaguely towards the river. ‘There’s a village on the other side. The water protects them better than our walls can.’
‘You’re telling me that you’re the only woman here?’ He closed his eyes briefly. ‘Sweet mercy! Surrender. Now.’


Blurb
Ruthless warrior Lothar the Frank has laid siege to Castle Haword, but there’s a fiery redhead in his way—and she’s not backing down!
More tomboy than trembling maiden, Lady Juliana Danville would rather die than lose the castle. When she’s caught on opposite sides of a war, a marriage bargain is brokered to bring peace. But is blissful married life possible when Juliana has a dangerous secret hidden within the castle walls?

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Monday, February 19, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Elisabeth Hobbes


Welcome to week 4 of the Medieval Monday Blog Hop. Roger has Lucy right where he wants her. Or does he? Today I’m hosting Elisabeth Hobbes on my blog and she is hosting me on her blog. Here is her continuing snippet from Redeeming the Rogue Knight
Excerpt
‘What are you doing here?’ Lucy asked through gritted teeth. ‘How did you find me?’
‘I won the game and the purse. I wanted to tell you, but you weren’t where I had left you,’ Roger said. Remembering the plans he had been making on his way there, he felt his temper surge.
‘Is that Robbie’s father?’
‘No!’ She stiffened in his arms.
‘Is he your lover?’
Was this the reason she had refused him? The miller already had a claim on her affections.

Does the miller have a claim on Lucy? Follow along next week on Bambi Lynn’s blog  www.bambilynnblog.wordpress.com to find out.
Blurb
The spy who sought refuge... When injured spy Sir Roger Danby comes asking for shelter at her inn, Lucy Carew is wary. He may be strikingly handsome, but the disgraced single mother has learned the hard way with men like him. Against her better judgment, she gives him refuge. Sir Roger has never been at the mercy of a woman before, and he's never met one as mysterious and bewitching as Lucy. He hasn't come looking for redemption, but Lucy is a woman who could reach in and touch his closely guarded heart...
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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Happy Valentine's Day!


Here?” she whispered to him sweetly.
“We’re alone,” he said discreetly.
“I’ve been good till now!” she sighed.
“But you’re human!” he replied.
“It’s so big!” she hesitated.
“It’s all yours,” he proudly stated.
“Oh, I shouldn’t!” she protested.
“If you love me -!” he suggested.
And so, losing all resistance,
she gave in to his insistence …


and ate every single chocolate in the box!


Happy Valentine’s Day!

with a special thank you to my Valentine and Hallmark Cards.

Tell me about the best Valentine you got - that you can mention in public 💗💋💗

Monday, February 12, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Sherry Ewing

Welcome to week 3 of our Medieval Monday Blog Hop. Riorden has brought his new bride home and so far what he’s encountered has not pleased him. Just how bad is it? Today I’m hosting Sherry Ewing from Only For You: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time Novel (Book 2)
Excerpt from Only For You:
Cobwebs hung from the dusty tapestries and unused candlesticks, as if the spiders had enjoyed weaving their silvery death traps to their hearts’ content, since no one had disturbed their busy work. The torches hanging in the wall sconces were unlit and only small shafts of light shone down from the few upper windows, giving what light there was to the chamber. It lent a gloomy quality to the room that even he did not wish to linger in. Taking in the conditions around him, he would have thought the place had not been cleaned since his father’s passing. Surely, this could not be true.
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Back Cover of Only For You:
Sometimes it’s hard to remember that true love conquers all only after the battle is over…
Katherine de Deveraux has it all or so she believes when she begins her life with her husband Riorden. But as she starts to settle into her duties as the Countess of Warkworth Castle, she finds that an easy life is not only difficult but downright dangerous to her well-being.
Consumed with the haunting memories of his father, Riorden must deal with his sire’s widow who just happens to also be his ex-lover. Yet how could he know just how far Marguerite is willing to go in order to have the life she feels they were truly meant to live?
Torn apart by circumstances neither Katherine nor Riorden could ever imagine, Time becomes their true enemy even while Marguerite continues her ploy to keep Riorden at her side. With all hope lost, will Katherine and Riorden find a way to save their marriage and have their happily ever after ending, or will Katherine be whisked back to where Time truly feels she belongs?
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