Monday, July 13, 2020

Medieval Monday with Ruth A. Casie


The Pirate’s Jewel by Ruth A. Casie

Today is the last day of Medieval Monday for this series. Our poor Darla has put herself in danger, hiding on her father's ship during a storm. But Wesley will save her, won't he?

Deception and family honor are at stake – so is her heart.
Wesley Reynolds will do anything to avenge his family’s banishment from Dundhragon Castle even throw in with the notorious pirate, MacAlpin. His plan, ruin Lord Ewan’s trading network. He has a more devious plan for his father’s ‘best friend,’ the man who abandoned them at the eleventh hour. He’ll ruin the man’s most precious jewel, his daughter Darla. Wesley’s so close to ruining the trade network and succeeding he can almost taste it, but revenge is not nearly as sweet as Darla’s kisses.
Darla Maxwell, beloved by her parents has no prospects of marriage. Her father and Lord Ewan search to find her the right husband. Darla’s special gifts are frightening to many. She has visions that often come true. The murky image of a man haunts her, she’s sure it’s Lord Ewan’s soon-to-be son-in-law, but the vision morphs when she meets Wesley. The meaning couldn’t be any clearer to her, her destiny lies with Wesley.
When revelations surface indicating Wesley has been deceived and his revenge misplaced. Will he find the truth of what really happened to his family in time to stop the pirates? Will Darla ever forgive him? Will he ever forgive himself?

Ruth A. Casie’s vivid descriptions place you right in the story. It is a wonderful read I highly recommend.” ~ Deb

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Anger rolled off her father in waves. Even from where she sat she saw his clenched jaw and fisted hands.
“Why aren’t these below?” her father asked, pointing toward the barrels that comprised her hiding place.
Richards shrugged. “With Lord Ewan’s men and supplies, there isn’t any room. I’ll have the men tie them to the deck.”
Darla froze. The men picked up ropes and started to secure the barrels across from her. Her watery eyes enlarged, the hairs on the nape of her neck bristled, and gooseflesh pimpled her frigid skin. Slow and deliberate, a tall man stepped out of the shadows and marched toward her hiding place. Please, don’t let him find me. Not now. She kept her gaze focused on him and tamped down her building panic. There was no place for her to run. She was trapped. His powerful well-muscled body moved toward her with an easy grace.
As he got closer, she tried to make out his facial features. They were strong, but in the darkening shadows, she couldn’t make out who approached. His dark hair was ruffled by the wind. He moved with an air of authority and the appearance of one who demanded instant obedience.
She closed her eyes. A vision emerged from a swirl of mist. A face. His face. Wesley Mills’ face. She snapped her eyes open.
With all the activity and noise around her she still heard his footsteps thunder as he came across the deck heading toward her. If he unveiled her now, all would be lost. He bent over the barrels, stretched his arm between the casks brushing her shoulder, but not claiming it.
“You’ll not find Magnus there either, m’lady.”
“Mr. Mills—”
“As your co-conspirator you can call me Wesley. Now hush. Not another word.” He found the loose sail next to her and yanked it out. With a toss, he covered the barrels with the sheet.
“Tie this down. This will keep the barrels and anything else in place,” Wesley said.
The ship glided out of the protection of the dock and sailed into the churning channel. Huddled under the sail, hugging her knees, Darla thought she might as well be blind. To add to her discomfort, the aroma of beer from the surrounding barrels was overpowering in the small space.
The rise and fall of the ship had her holding on to the barrels for dear life. Large raindrops that randomly pelted Darla’s shelter intensified. The ends of her canvas hideout fluttered and hammered a beat as gusts of wind plowed into the standing barrels sending sprays of water through the spaces between them. The tight ropes holding her sanctuary together sang as they strained against the pitching of the ship and onslaught of the wind and rain.
From her hiding place, she had no sense of what happened beyond its boundary. No way to prepare for the next roll of the ship, gust of wind or drenching rush of water. Shouted orders along with the grunts and salty words of the crew reached her ears above the sound of the howling wind and crashing water.
“Take in the sail. Toss out the sea anchor. We need to keep the ship headed into the wind. Tie a bag of oil to the windward side and toss it over. Let’s hope that keeps the waves from breaking over the side.”
Water that soaked through her makeshift canopy gathered above her and rained down on her, adding to her misery. She lifted her skirt, tucked her mantle close, but the water wicked through her clothes. Soaked and tired to the bone, she gave up trying to keep dry. Drained of any warmth, she shivered and waited for her ordeal to end.
Riding up and down the swelling sea, the rise and fall of the ship continued. The limited air in her space soured. Woozy, she needed fresh air but was trapped with no way out. With her head on her knees, she closed her eyes and prayed for the journey to end.
The thundering snap of a rope, followed by the full force of the wind and water startled her from her daze. Part of the sail slid off the barrels. She grabbed at it, but the wind pulled the canvas from her hand. For a moment, she delighted in the salty air and took a deep breath. The ship lurched and the barrels protecting her came loose from their bindings and turned into crushing weapons.
Strong arms grasped her. She didn’t care if her father found her. Getting free of her prison was all she wanted.
The wind roared down the deck, sprays of water erupted from the prow as the ship bounced and rolled in the sea. Nothing hindered the man’s grip. Finally, she raised her head, but the shroud of fog blanketing the ship made it difficult to see.
Darla strained and made out dark wet hair plastered to his face. The ship shifted beneath her feet. Unsteady, he held her close, she clung to him. She didn’t have to see clearly to know who held her.
Close to his chest, she made out rivulets of blood sliding down the side of his head, but she clung hard to him. She pulled away from his chest and stretched to reach his ear with her mouth.
“You’re hurt.”
He said nothing as he moved them forward.
“You have my thanks.”
He turned and gave her a flash of a smile.
“Wesley.” She smiled at him.
“I was afraid you’d think I was Magnus.” He cupped her head and drew her to his chest. He staggered forward fighting his way against the wind to reach the entrance. Here, there was some protection from the wind. He made fast work of the door.
The wind howled outside. She let out a breath, but Wesley didn’t stop. He hurried down the narrow passageway into a cabin.
“You’ll be safe here.” He sat her in a chair then went to leave. “Whatever you do, stay inside.”
A secretive smile softened his lips before he left, closing the door behind him. She ran to the door, looked through the small hole, and watched him make his way down the passageway, his broad shoulders nearly scraping both walls.
We hope you enjoyed the past eleven weeks with the return of Medieval Monday! See you again soon.

Monday, July 6, 2020

Medieval Monday with Mary Morgan

TO WEAVE A HIGHLAND TAPESTRY 
(A Tale from the Order of the Dragon Knights)
By Mary Morgan


Today is the eleventh snippet in this series. Today I am hosting Mary Morgan. Gwen is looking to escape but cannot find a way out. Patrick, sick with a fever finds her in the courtyard that is deep with snow. What will she do to get him to return inside?

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Do they dare unravel the past for a future of love?

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Patrick MacFhearguis, hardened by battles won and lost, desires what he can never have—peace within his heart and soul.  Yet, the ever-meddling Fae weave a new journey for him to conquer—a task this highlander is determined to resist.
When skilled weaver, Gwen Hywel, is commissioned to create a tapestry for the MacFhearguis clan, she embraces the assignment. While seeking out ideas, she finds herself clutching the one thread that can alter the tapestry of her life and heart.
A man conflicted by past deeds. A woman with no family of her own. Is it possible for love to unravel an ancient past, in order to claim two badly scarred hearts? Or will the light of hope be doused forever?

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His smile disarmed her barriers. She was captivated by this giant. Returning a smile of her own, Gwen tugged gently. “I will make a deal with you. Once you have recovered, I would like you to escort me around Urquhart—from the grounds to the highest tower.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Even if there is snowfall?”

“Yes.”

“And ye will tell me the truth about why ye fled?”

She laughed softly. “You drive a hard bargain, MacFhearguis, but I agree to your terms.”

Leaning near, he gazed into her eyes and put his hand over hers. “A bargain I shall hold ye to.”

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Monday, June 29, 2020

Medieval Monday with Bambi Lynn


Mask of the Highlander
 by Bambi Lynn


Welcome to the tenth snippet in this series. Today I am hosting Bambi Lynn. Her story is magical, about the gods. One god in particular is quite handsome and has driven Demona crazy. So crazy that her husband is out for revenge. Can Arduinna, the goddess of justice help them both? Read on…

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, unaware of his demon heritage. Leaving her for dead, 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?

Can an ancient Celtic god find peace in the mortal world?

The Laird of Domhnul has returned from war a changed man—more so than his wife 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, all while learning to manage the supernatural power flaring inside him and discovering a heritage he never imagined. 

But when his father embroils both them in a deadly plot, can the couple find a way to prevent war between their clans? 

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“They no longer call it that,” she said. She could sense Demona’s jealousy behind her and smiled. Whatever she wanted, Arduinna would not make it easy for her.
“What?” Demona asked, her voice dripping with frustration.
Celtia. I believe the humans call it Francia now.”
“I do not give a fairy’s tit what they call it,” she shrieked, drawing an indignant yammer from the fairies flitting overhead. “I want you to get him out of here before Ankou finds him and drags him to the Otherworld.”
She had to dig deep for the strength do so, but Arduinna let her hand slide from Ioeannan’s cheek, then pushed to her feet. “Why me?”


Monday, June 22, 2020

Medieval Monday with Kelley Heckart


This is week eight of Medieval Monday. Today I am hosting Kelley Heckart who has a lovely story based on the Arthurian legend. I hope you enjoy her snippet as much as I did.

White Rose of Avalon by Kelley Heckart 

Do you like captivating, passionate historical fantasy featuring King Arthur, Gwenhwyfar, Merlin, Nimue, Morgaine, and Lancelot? Inspired by The Mists of Avalon, this sensual retelling of the Arthurian romances brings these legendary characters to life.
Destiny cannot be altered.
With Britannia falling to the Saxon hordes, Morgaine, Queen of the Faeries, has no choice but to make a pact with the Christian monks. She promises to give them a High King who will unite the Britons against the Saxons if he takes a queen from the faery realm. Morgaine hopes this will restore the Goddess faith and return Avalon to its rightful place. She sends Lancelot to guard the future High King, but when a love potion falls into the wrong hands, all seems lost.
Gwenhwyfar is the only hope for the future, but betrayal, revenge, and forbidden love surround her, all of which could send both Britannia and Avalon into ruins.

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Excerpt snippet #8
Morgaine left the stables with a smile. The meadow called to her, pulling at her heart. It was a special place to her, filled with happy memories. She stepped between the two yew trees that shielded her secret meadow. A wooden bridge appeared, and she strode across the marshland. Contented, she followed the tree-lined path to her favorite spot, enjoying the warm spring sun on her face.
Check out my next snippet on Sherry’s blog June 29 https://www.SherryEwing.com/blog

Monday, June 15, 2020

Medieval Monday with Ashley York


Welcome to week seven of Medieval Monday Spring 2020. Today I’m hosting Ashley York. Our heroine Astrid is in a predicament. How will this turn out?
Eyes of the Seer (Book two in the Warrior Kings series)
He wishes to prove himself...
Marcán of Clonascra bears the bloodline of Brian Boru and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect from everyone but Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. Between her mother's condemning him as a pagan Seer and Astrid's total disinterest, he finds solace as the king's protector and confidant.
She is desperate to escape...
Astrid is more than ready to wed but her brother, the king, 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, will it be too late to have the happiness she'd always dreamed of?
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Excerpt #7 
“This has nothing to do with my punishment.”
“’Tis not up to me to say what that punishment may be. I hold no sway over yer ri túaithe.”
She wetted her lips. “That I know. And I also know ye have every right to see to any punishment yerself… as ’twas ye I disrespected with my disobedience.”
“I will not discipline ye.”
Astrid could feel a scorching heat, but she wasn’t sure if it was from her or from him. “No. Ye never have.”

To see what happens next,  join me over at Judith Sterling’s blog next week

Monday, June 8, 2020

Medieval Monday with Barbara Bettis


Welcome to Medieval Monday. This is week 6 of snippets from wonderful medieval stories. Our theme for spring is nature. My guest today is Barbara Bettis. While summer is just around the corner, Barbara’s story takes us back to winter and snowstorm.
Sir Nicholas is tired, cold, and cynical. Faced with an abandoned horse, fixed with an empty lady’s saddle in a snowstorm what will he do?   
A Winter Knight
Knights of Destiny Series
By Barbara Bettis
He’s running from his past; she’s running from her future.
But on a snowy winter night, they find each other and the surprising gift of love.
Sir Nicholas has given up on marriage. These days he’s content to captain his friend’s troops and avoid entanglements—until one winter night when he rescues a half-frozen woman from a snowstorm. Her irrepressible spirit and kindness to others reminds him that all ladies aren’t like his former intended, who wed his brother while Nick was on crusade. But he can’t open his heart to Lady Clare. She’s bound to another, and Nick won’t forfeit his honor. Even if she were free, he has nothing to offer but love, and this lady deserves everything. 
Lady Clare’s dying grandfather has arranged her betrothal, but the arrival of the man she’s to wed sends her fleeing into a snowstorm. Injured when her horse stumbles, she’s rescued by a mysterious knight. She recovers at his run-down manor, safe at last—until her betrothed tracks her down two days before Christmas. Trapped at home with the wedding imminent, she longs for the winter knight she’s come to love.
Only a miracle can bring Clare and Nick together. But at Christmas, anything is possible
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The thought made him pause, and he winced with a flash of remorse. When had he become so cynical? These past months, he’d hardly known himself. He brushed a hand over his face and straightened.
“Take the mare to the stable, Tom, then help me get Solomon ready. I’ll see if I can find the lost rider.” 
The wind had died somewhat by the time the gate disappeared behind Nicholas. How the hell was he to know what direction to search? Three roads passed by the manor, one south leading to Windom, one from the west, and one from the northeast. 
Catch next week’s installment at Judith Sterling’s blog: https://judithmarshallauthor.com/blog/
For last week’s installment, visit Sherry Ewing: https://www.SherryEwing.com/blog


Monday, June 1, 2020

Medieval Monday with Cathy MacRae


The Prince’s Highland Bride
Free of court intrigue, Phillipe seeks a new start in life. Falling in love was not in his plans. Until he met Maggie MacLaren.
Nature can provide beauty and inspiration. It can also bring danger. Maggie’s island is a place of solace and great beauty, but it is also completely without defenses, something Phillipe must correct before he completes his task of protecting the woman he has come to love—and says good-bye to her forever.
Maggie is faced with the realization that some men will do anything to destroy her even thought she is no longer a threat. She has choices to make, but before she does that she must come to gripes with her protector.
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Phillipe de Poitiers, a prince of Antioch, finds himself a breath away from wrongful execution. Risking everything, he leaves behind his crown, his family, his country—and a body sworn to be his by the Bishop, himself.
Free of court intrigue and drawn to Scotland by memories of a woman who once possessed his heart, Phillipe sells his sword to pay for his travels and accepts the task of guarding the daughter of Laird MacLaren.
When Maggie MacLaren’s abusive marriage fails, she wants nothing more than to retire to her childhood home on the banks of Loch Lomond. Trouble follows her, putting her clan in danger, and she travels to the Isle of Hola, placing her safety in the hands of a mysterious mercenary with a haunted smile and a kind heart.
As Maggie and Phillipe struggle with their pasts, love blooms. But when a pirate’s treasure offers a seductive lure, will it free them—or prove the downfall of all they hold dear?
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Nature can provide beauty and inspiration. It can also bring danger. Maggie’s island is a place of solace and great beauty, but it is also completely without defenses, something Phillipe must correct before he completes his task of protecting the woman he has come to love—and says good-bye to her forever.
Maggie is faced with the realization that some men will do anything to destroy her even thought she is no longer a threat. She has choices to make, but before she does that she must come to gripes with her protector.
Excerpt 5:
His choice of words startled her almost as much as his certainty her presence would bring dissolute men to Hola.
He thought her beautiful?
What would the presence of such men do to her isle?
Panic swept over her. “I could rebuild the monastery. Create a nunnery. I would be safe there.”
Something—sorrow?—crossed his face. “Ye have no wish to remarry? A man with a powerful name could protect ye.”
Scorn swept away her fears. “I had a powerful name. I had a husband. Neither protected me.”

Join me next week on Judith Sterling’s blog: https://judithmarshallauthor.com/blog/


Monday, May 25, 2020

Medieval Monday with Judith Sterling

Welcome to week 4 of Medieval Monday.

Today I'm hosting Judith Sterling. Her story, Night of the Owl is a medieval time travel. Our heroine Ardyth has already fallen back in time and met the man of her dreams, Hugh. They have gone for a ride and stopped to enjoy the lunch his has packed for them. You see, Ardyth has already instructed Hugh in the art of the sandwich. So, what did his man make for them?

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“M-m,” she hummed, her mouth full of the same goodness that filled his own. “Heaven. Particularly the cheese.”
“You share my passion for food.”
“I never met a cheese I didn’t like.”
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Night of the Owl

True love transcends time.
PhD student Ardyth Nightshade has renounced men and pursues her twentieth-century career with single-minded focus. When fate whisks her to medieval England, she meets her match in a man whose passions mirror her own. Can she sacrifice ambition for a love she never sought?

Hugh, Lord Seacrest confounds all who know him. He refuses to marry without a meeting of minds and hearts, and no lady has even approached his ideal…until Ardyth. But she's an odd one, with unique skills, shocking habits, and total conviction she needs no man. She also harbors secrets, and in the midst of rumors, plots, and murder, trust is fragile.
A woman outside of her time. A man ahead of his. They must take a leap of faith to forge a bond that will shape history.

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Monday, May 18, 2020

Medieval Monday with Jenna Jaxon


Welcome to Medieval Monday Spring 2020. Our theme this season is nature. Today, I’m happy to host Jenna Jaxon. Lady Alyce is in love with Thomas but is betrothed to his best friend Geoffrey. Both are good men worthy of her love. In this season’s snippets, Geoffrey is taking Alyce who has recently recovered from the Black Death to her family in Spain. They are camped under the stars for the evening. Alyce mentions a dalliance with Thomas. Now she is faced with a dilemma. Does she tell him truthfully who instigated the event, or not?  Read on!

Snippet #3 - Time Enough to Love

When Lady Alyse de Courcy is betrothed to Sir Geoffrey Longford, she has no choice but to make the best of a bad bargain. The hulking knight is far from her ideal man, and although he does possess some wit and charm, he is no match for the sinfully sensual man she secretly admires, Thomas, Earl of Braeton, her betrothed’s best friend.

From the first, Sir Geoffrey finds himself smitten by Lady Alyse, and, despite her infatuation with his friend, vows to win her love. When Geoffrey puts his mind to wooing Alyse, he is delighted to find her succumbing to his seduction. But when cruel circumstances separate them, Geoffrey must watch helplessly as Thomas steps in to protect Alyse—and falls in love with her himself.

As the three courtiers accompany Princess Joanna to her wedding in Spain, they run headlong into the Black Plague. With her world plunged into chaos, Alyse struggles with her feelings for both the men she loves. But which love will survive?

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Excerpt
Alyse shook her head and avoided his gaze. “The night you helped smuggle me up on the deck of the Phillipa.”
“By God’s death!” Geoffrey swore, the curse vehement enough to startle the horses. “Thomas had a wild streak in him, aye. He loved to flaunt convention, but to force you…his wife…to…to…in a public place where anyone could have seen you.” 
“No, Geoffrey.” She raised her head so she could meet his eyes. She would bare the whole tale, for she would not let him malign Thomas. “’Twas not that way at all… ’twas my idea.”
To learn what happens next, come with me to Kelley Heckart’s blog next week.

Monday, May 11, 2020

Medieval Monday with Sherry Ewing


So far…
Killian is escorting Ella to Warkworth Castle. Our poor heroine is not a horsewoman by any means and this trek is taking a l-o-n-g time. Easy Ella, some would give anything to be him your place!

Snippet # 2 Love Will Find You

Every step of Killian’s steed, whether ’twas the fast or slow pace of the animal, brought its own obstacles, at least in Ella’s mind. ’Twas difficult to remain a respectable distance from a man when you were sitting upon his lap. She had given up sitting on the pillion behind him hours ago, and Killian’s saddle left no other alternative than to be wrapped within his embrace while he steered his horse in the direction of their destination. At one point she had insisted she ride upon the rump of the horse to at least put an end to the intimacy of their close proximity. Yet Killian would not hear of it. ’Twas either she settle herself in her current location or she rode her own horse. The ride all the way to Conisbrough Castle seemed as though ’twould be a long endless journey.

“Enough, Killian. Please… I beg of you. I cannot sit another minute on this beast from hell,” Ella complained in a soft whisper.

Did you miss week one? Find it on Sherry’s blog here
Join Sherry next week for another excerpt on Judith Sterling’s blog here: https://judithmarshallauthor.com/blog/

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Sometimes a moment is all we have…

Ella Fitzpatrick is a woman with a secret. As she comes and goes from Berwyck Castle, seeking refuge within its gates, she yearns to be reunited with the one for whom she crossed time from the twenty-first century. She has lived another lifetime in the twelfth century waiting for the date of their reunion and it is almost upon her. But how could she have known the man she believes she loves is not the person she needs?

Killian of Clan MacLaren has been infatuated with Ella for many a year but has guarded his heart, knowing her affection lies with another. When Ella must flee Berwyck, Killian vows to escort her to her encounter with destiny. But passion flares between them and there is no doubt the bond they have is far greater than either of them expected.

Their time together is running out. Killian has a decision to make that might give him and Ella a future together. If you could change someone’s past, would you seize the moment?

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