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.”
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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.
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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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