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Son of an Earl: Behind the [Historical] Scenes

 

Let’s talk about some of the history in SON OF AN EARL!

Cognizant that I’m writing historical romance, and not historical fiction, I attempt to keep some of the grittier historical tidbits at bay. Trust me, this is a good thing. There are times I begin the day with one little fact to research and four hours later I’ve forgotten to write. You do not want all of those details in the book!

On the other hand, as a long-time histrom reader myself, I know we enjoy learning new things even though we’re there first and foremost for the romance. So without further ado, here are some of the things I uncovered in researching for SON OF AN EARL that I thought you might find interesting.

First of all, William Wallace…

Yes, I took some liberties with him. (Though not as many as Braveheart did!) He was a very tall man, gregarious by most accounts and, most importantly for our story, off the grid for most of the years between 1298 after he resigned as Guardian of Scotland (in favor of Robert the Bruce, the future king) and 1305 when he was captured. Most believe he remained in the borderlands of Scotland training men but some accounts have him traveling to France to secure the Philip IV of France’s support. This letter from the French king dated 7 November 1300 to his envoys in Rome seems to suggest as much along with the possibility Wallace may have also traveled to Rome during this time.

Of course, the events in SON OF AN EARL are based on these events, and though we have very little detail aside from the trip to France itself, I was happy to fill in the blanks.

Incidentally, how do we know about William Wallace beyond Braveheart? One account comes from account comes from a 15th century poem titled “The Wallace” by the makar (royal poet) Blind Harry in which he claims Wallace to have been seven feet tall. Centuries later, Wallace was described by Walter Brower who wrote a history of Scotland in the 14th century as “a tall man with the body of a giant, cheerful in appearance with agreeable features, broad-shouldered and big-boned… pleasing in appearance but with a wild look, broad in the hips, with strong arms and legs, a most spirited fighting-man, with all his limbs very strong and firm.”

Last but not least, that hidden fortress in the Ettrick Forest. Those details came from this article, and I personally am choosing to believe it is all true!

One of my favorite things about historical romance is finding details in history to exploit for a love story, and when I set out to write a spin-off series of the Border Series, based on the dates, it became immediately clear during Brotherhood of the Border I would be venturing into William Wallace territory. As a long-time lover of Braveheart, even though I like to tease it for the lack of historical correctness, this could not have been more exciting to me. So forgive my Wallace-heavy historical tidbits. . .

In non-Wallace news, I did dig up what is supposed to be one of the greatest British beef stew recipes of all time, and I like to think a version of this is what can be found at The Wild Boar. I’m yet to try it though, so if you do, let me know what you think!

I hope you’ve enjoyed a peek behind the curtain of some of the facts that helped shaped SON OF AN EARL. Next up in the Brotherhood of the Border series is Boyd’s story which you can preorder now here on Amazon.

 

To Love a Warrior is LIVE on Amazon & Kindle Unlimited

 

The next installment of my new medieval romance series, Brotherhood of the Border, is now LIVE on Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited. For long-time Cecelia readers, you also know the bonus content has been added to the bonus page which you can bookmark here. Happy reading!

Two Free Books: Start Both Series FREE!

If you’re a long-time Cecelia or Bella reader, you likely know of my two freebie series starters, but JUST in case… these two bad boys are both free if you know where to look. (Hint, not on Amazon.) Both are delivered to new CM Insiders and CM Insiders inboxes, but if you’d like to be taken directly to download the books, just click the images below and start reading!

         

Highland Seduction {Behind the Scenes}

I’ve included an Author’s Note in Highland Seduction, like Emma’s in book one of the series, Highland Feud, which reads:

Though I typically offer historical notes on my book bonus page, I loved Emma’s idea in Highland Feud of an author’s note directly in the book, so without further ado . . . 

The challenge, or opportunity, to combine fact and fiction was even more pronounced with this interconnect trilogy. Emma, Keira and myself worked hard to ensure continuity across all three stories even with seemingly minor details.

For instance, we carefully calculated the time it might take to travel from Shaw and MacRob land to Berwick, and later in Keira’s book, to Edinburgh, in the 13th century. We included castle maps in our shared notes to ensure any discussion of their layout was consistent. For instance, if you’d like to see the inspiration for Castle MacRob, look up Goodrich Castle and get a peek inside Royce, Tor and Catlin’s home. 

We used an inspiration image and character notes for Father Godfrey to ensure he remained consistent through the books and relied on map screenshots for the layout of the land which all three of our character traversed. 

In doing so, it is Emma, Keira and my fervent wish you are not only enjoy the individual HEAs in each book but are also invested in the world we created with Clan Shaw and Clan MacRob taking center stage. 

Thank you for traveling back through time with Emma in Highland Feud and myself in Highland Seduction, and buckle up for the series conclusion, Highland Secrets by Keira Montclair.

Inspiration images mentioned above:

Inspiration for Father Godfrey

 

Example Map

 

Inspiration for Castle MacRob aka Goodrich Castle

 

Authors & Readers Stand with Ukraine {Giveaway}

 

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Authors & Readers Stand with Ukraine {Giveaway}

 

Enter to win all sorts of fun bookish prizes by supporting Ukraine during these challenging times. Entering is simple. Just pick a charity (some pre-vetted ones are listed below or you are welcome to choose your own) and then send proof of donation to enter! Easy peesy.

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Son of a Rogue is LIVE!

Since it’s release in 2017, The Lord’s Captive has always been one of my most popular books in large part, I believe, to it’s bad-boy hero. Living up to his father’s name, in both the good ways and bad, Sir Rory Waryn has his own opportunity to “kidnap” a woman who’s being held captive. A nod to it’s predecessor, I thought it would be a fun twist of fate for the son and father’s stories to mirror each other in some way. Enjoy reading this third book in the Brotherhood of the Border series and feel free to use the below graphics to share!

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Son of a Rogue: Sneak Peek

 

Enjoy this extended (un-proofread) excerpt of Son of a Rogue, coming February 9, 2022. Sign up for a new release notice here.

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Chapter 1

Brockburg Castle, Scotland, 1300

“That cocksure smirk perpetually planted on your face will get you into trouble,” Rory’s cousin whispered next to him. “If there was a day for you to be serious, Rory, ’tis today. The fate of the entire Brotherhood may very well be at risk if we make the wrong decision.”

In response, Rory took care to ensure the corner of his lips lifted just the right amount, further infuriating his cousin. Haydn could be a bore at times, and today appeared to be one of those days.

Aye, the topic was a serious one. And aye, all eyes were on them as the round table with more than twenty men, and women, left little room to hide. Rory could not remember the last time all of them were together at this table. That his father and every one of his uncles were here today underscored the gravity of the topic at hand.

And yet, the moment his cousin Isla sitting across from him narrowed her eyes as if to warn him to be on his best behavior, Rory could not resist the urge to do the very opposite. “She is glaring at me as if she is my mother,” he whispered back.

“If you wish to incur the wrath of. . .well, take your pick,” Haydn said, referring to the fact that both of their fathers sat at this very table, and both were known to speak their mind when displeased, “so be it. ’Tis your funeral we will attend. I will toss a flower onto your coffin and return home to make love to my wife a happy man. Despite your demise.”

“I would be glad for it, too. A day well-spent, it would seem. You do have a lovely wife.”

“Do we disturb your conversation?” a deep voice barked, cutting into their conversation. It was a voice that mimicked his own for good reason.

Everyone turned to look at him and Haydn. “Nay, Father,” Rory said, knowing he should leave his remarks there. But, of course, he wouldn’t. “I was just instructing my cousin to pay more of a mind to the topic at hand, given the seriousness of the situation.”

Isla nearly spit out the wine she’d just drunk. Fortunately for Haydn, every person present knew Rory’s remark was an undisguised lie and that the situation was, indeed, reversed. But at least it left his father with little to comment on until Rory’s Uncle Geoffrey stepped in.

His uncle often commented that Rory and Haydn’s relationship was very much like his own with his younger brother. Geoffrey Waryn would not be described as serious in nature by most, until compared to his brother Bryce.

“Perhaps,” his father said with the same mischievous glint in his eye that Rory’s mother said he had been emulating before he could even walk, “there is an alternative to openly aiding Edyington’s men and incurring the king’s wrath.”

Rory knew that look. His eyes narrowed as he waited for his father to continue. He didn’t have to wait long. Their host and chief of Clan Kerr, who Rory also called uncle despite that the connection was through marriage, stepped in.

“If we send men, it is akin to declaring open war on your king. But we will not deny aid to one with a righteous cause who seeks the Brotherhood’s help,” Toren said.

Rory remained quiet this time, the attention no longer on him.

“Our king”—Geoffrey said the words as if he wished for any other king but Edward—“will not take kindly to any interference at all. If I can guess the direction of your thoughts.”

“I agree. Our king,” Haydn added, “will tolerate no further interference from either of our families.”

His cousin knew better than most the truth of his own words. To punish the Waryns for being intermarried to a clan now synonymous with sympathy, if not outright support, for William Wallace, the king had forced Haydn to marry the daughter of one of his favorites.

“We agreed not to send Edyington’s men away, forsaking his daughter, aye?” his father asked.

Every person present nodded. Neither family—English nor Scottish—wished to send away the small party of survivors who had managed to escape after their lord’s death. Sir Eustace Edyington betrayed his father, got him killed, took control of their castle in the name of the king, and now held his sister hostage. A serious situation, indded. However, giving aid to the late baron’s men who had escaped would further infuriate King Edward, placing an even larger target on them both.

“We agree that with Edward’s men still remaining at Edyington, our choices are to either speak to the new baron, getting him to agree to relinquish his sister. . .”

“Which,” Toren said, “he will not do. Marrying his sister to a man of the king’s choosing was very likely a part of their agreement.”

Rory cursed under his breath. The idea of a son forsaking his own father, being responsible for his death in the pursuit of power. . . his stomach turned in protest at the thought.

“Agreed,” his uncle Geoffrey said. “And we also agree that combining our own forces, and potentially those of our allies, to take back Edyington would sever the very tenuous ties that hold the king back from even more damaging retribution to our families?”

Nodding and murmurs of agreement ensued. It was neither the time, nor place, for open warfare with the king.

Rory looked up. His father was watching him. They’d discussed the possibility at hand earlier that morn, and dismissed it. But now it seemed, after eliminating all other plans, it was the only feasible one remaining.

He had the skills necessary. And clearly his father thought Rory best for the mission. He could tell by the way he looked at him now. Giving it as much thought as he would which woman to bed that eve, which was to say, very little at all, he spoke up. “I will do it.”

His uncles, his aunt Juliette, and his cousins all looked at him.

Rory smiled, the thought of such a mission more exciting than it should be. Edyington was crawling with the king’s trained knights, and if the survivors were to be believed, paid mercenaries as well.

“I will kidnap Lady Freya,” he said. This time, Isla did spit out her wine. Haydn chuckled. As did his uncles Reid and Alex.

“I believe the word you are seeking is ‘rescue,’ Rory,” his father said.

“Ah yes,” he amended. “Rescue.”

And, despite himself, his father smiled. Rory had used the word apurpose, a nod to how his parents had met. He very much enjoyed teasing them both about it and never wasted an opportunity to remind his father of their very unconventional courtship.

“I can think of no better man to,” his uncle Geoffrey cleared his throat, “rescue Lady Freya.”

“And if he does it without bedding her, bravo for a job well done,” Haydn muttered, under his breath but loud enough for Rory to hear. In response, Rory planted the very look that had gotten him into trouble earlier on his face.

Haydn’s laugh echoed throughout the chamber.

 

Chapter 2

“There are eighty men outside this chamber prepared to ensure you will do as I bid, Freya.”

“You can visit the devil, Eustace,” Freya spat.

Her brother had thus far stopped short of striking her, but he wanted to. Badly. She wasn’t sure what stopped him. Perhaps that the spirit of their father—the one he’d been directly responsible for killing—would come back to haunt him? Eustace had always been a superstitious man, and she’d told him more than once such a thing may happen. Though she didn’t believe it herself, Freya wished it were possible.

Instead, the man who’d raised them, loved and protected them both, now lay inside a wooden box in the increasingly cold ground. There had been a frost on the grass this morn. Not that Freya had felt it, holed up in her bedchamber for more than a fortnight now. But she’d seen it from her window. The autumn air was tinged with a hint of the winter to come.

Not for the first time since the battle, her younger brother stepped so close to her she could smell his breath. He had, at least, the manners to chew mint. “You will sup in the hall this eve or be dragged belowstairs, Freya.”

’Twas an easy decision to make. “Call your men then.” She amended, “Apologies. The king’s men.”

Her brother’s eyes blazed. No doubt he did not care for the reminder that most of Edyington’s men had either been killed or had abandoned them. Or more precisely, had abandoned Eustace. They’d attempted to get her to leave through the secret tunnel with them when it had become apparent the keep was lost to King Edward’s men, but she would not leave. This was her home. Her father’s home. And mother’s once, before she passed.

She would wait here for her grandmother’s reinforcements. And endure this child-man until then. To think she had defended him to their father so many times in the past. It made Freya’s stomach roil, the thought of it.

“Show yourself this eve,” he tried again, “or you will not leave this chamber until the day your husband comes to claim you.”

Freya might have remained in this chamber, but her maid had not. And so she knew all too well the rumblings among the servants. Terrified of Eustace, with good reason, they spoke of Lady Freya’s status: once the daughter and heiress of Edyington, now a captive in her own chambers.

Freya steeled herself for his reaction. Her brother had become increasingly impatient, and if she were not so rash, Freya would take the fact to account. Instead she stared him straight in the eyes and said again, “Go to the devil, Eustace.”

He itched to slap her. As her guardian now, it was his right. He could strike her, or worse, marry her off to a man of the king’s choosing as a boon for helping him overtake Edyington so easily. And there was naught Freya could do to prevent it.

Thankfully, she had a plan.

His smile was one she’d seen many times during their childhood. Hints, she realized now, at the man he would become. “Very well.”

When he spun from her, Freya’s shoulders sagged under the weight of holding them so straight. Of holding her head high when all she cared to do was toss herself upon the bed and weep for the loss of her father. Her home.

Her future.

It had been too easy. Previously when Eustace confronted her, the encounters had ended in screaming. Her brother’s face red, a brighter shade of the color hair they shared, when he threatened her if Freya did not show her face. If she continued to sow the seeds of a fact he could not hide from.

The baron’s son had done all but lower the drawbridge for their attackers. Had he wished for their father to die in battle? Surely not. But Eustace should have known the proud Lord Hathawaye of Edyington would do so. Some might say their father reaped such an outcome by openly defying his king and refusing to fight the Scots. But he was a border lord, and they did not bow to a man who cared little for them. If Edward wished for loyal subjects along the border, he should have tended to their concerns, led them as well as he did his precious subjects in the South.

No longer would Edyington serve as a sympathizer to the Scottish cause. It was now firmly in the hands of the English monarch. Her brother, simply a figurehead.

Freya walked to her bed and was prepared to sit when the door of her chamber slammed shut, her brother never turning back after presenting his back to her. But the scream stopped her. Freya could not place it at first, but then her name was called.

It was Loretta, her maid.

Bloody bastard. Freya would kill him.

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Son of a Rogue, book #3 in Brotherhood of the Border, is coming February 9, 2022. Sign up for a new release notice here.

Son of a Rogue: Unedited Sneak Peek

 

I never EVER do this, but it seems appropriate to break my own rules about sharing book previews before they’re edited when the hero is Rory Waryn, son of Bryce Waryn. And so, without further ado, for my CM Insiders and B&B members, I give you, chapter one of Son of a Rogue, coming February 2022. Sign up for a new release notice here.

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Brockburg Castle, Scotland, 1300

“That cocksure smirk perpetually planted on your face will get you into trouble,” his cousin whispered next to him. “If there was a day for you to be serious, Rory, ‘tis today. The fate of the entire Brotherhood may very well be at risk if we make the wrong decision.”

In response, Rory took care to ensure the corner of his lips lifted just the right amount, further infuriating his cousin. Haydn could be a bore at times, and today appeared to be one of those days. 

Aye, the topic was a serious one. And aye, all eyes were on them as the round table with more than twenty men, and women, left little room to hide. Rory could not remember the last time he could remember all of them together at this table. That his father and every one of his uncles was here today underscored the gravity of the topic at hand.

And yet, the moment his cousin Isla sitting across from him narrowed her eyes as if to warn him to be on his best behavior, Rory could not resist the urge to do the very opposite. “She is glaring at me as if she is my mother,” he whispered back.

“If you wish to incur the wrath of, well, take your pick,” Haydn said, referring to the fact that both of their fathers sat at this very table, and both were known to speak their mind when displeased. “So be it. ‘Tis your funeral we will attend. I will toss a flower onto your coffin and return home to make love to my wife a happy man. Despite your demise.”

“I would be glad for it, too. A day well-spent, it would seem. You do have a lovely wife.”

“Do we disturb your conversation?” a deep voice barked, cutting into their conversation. It was a voice that mimicked his own for good reason.

Everyone turned to look at he and Haydn. “Nay, father,” Rory said, knowing he should leave his remarks there. But, of course, he wouldn’t. “I was just instructing my cousin to pay more of a mind to the topic at hand, given the seriousness of the situation.”

Isla nearly spit out the wine she’d just drunk. Fortunately for Haydn, every person present knew Rory’s remark was an undisguised lie and that the situation was, indeed, reversed. But at least it left his father with little to comment on until Rory’s Uncle Geoffrey stepped in. 

His uncle often commented on Rory and Haydn’s relationship being very much like his own with his younger brother. Geoffrey Waryn would not be described as serious in nature by most, until compared to his brother Bryce. 

“Perhaps,” his father said with the same mischievous glint in his eye that Rory’s mother said he had been emulating before he could even walk, “there is an alternative to openly aiding Eydington’s men and incurring the king’s wrath.”

Rory knew that look. His eyes narrowed as he waited for his father to continue. He didn’t have to wait long. Their host and chief of Clan Kerr who Rory also called uncle despite that the connection was through marriage, stepped in.

“If we send men, it is akin to declaring open war on your king. But we will not deny aid to one with a righteous cause seeking the aid of our Brotherhood,” Toren said. 

Rory remained quiet this time, the attention no longer on him. 

“Our king,” Geoffrey said the words as if he wished for any other king but Edward, which was most assuredly the case, “will not take kindly to any interference at all. If I can guess the direction of your thoughts.”

“I agree. Our king,” Haydn added, “will broke no further interference from either of our families.”

His cousin knew better than most the truth of his own words. For both Waryn brothers’ failure to heed King Edward’s call in his attacks on their northern neighbors, and to punish them for being intermarried to a clan now synonymous with sympathy, if not outright support, for one of the men responsible, William Wallace, the king forced Haydn to marry the daughter of one of his favorites. Thankfully, Lady Phillipa sympathized with their cause, identifying as much now with Rory’s cousins’ fight for their country’s freedom than ever before. She would not be sending information back to her father, the king’s advisor. A situation that further infuriated an already wroth Edward.

“We agreed not to send Eydington’s men away, forsaking his daughter, aye?” his father  asked. 

Every person present nodded. Neither family—English nor Scottish—wished to send away the small party of survivors who had managed to escape after their lord’s death. By all accounts, the Baron of Edyington had held strong against such a force. But with his own son leading King Edward’s men to their doors, his downfall had been all but guaranteed. Now the baron’s daughter was held all but captive in her own home, the woman’s brother having been given the inheritance he’d been denied. The father, Sir Alymer, 2nd Lord Lord Hathawaye of Eydington, was an ally to the Waryns which meant this Brotherhood of families would give their aid. A move certain to further infuriate King Edward, placing an even larger target on them both. 

“We agree that with Edward’s men still remaining at Eydington, our choices are to either speak to the new baron, getting him to agree to relinquish his sister. . .”

“Which,” Toren said, “he will not do. Marrying his sister to a man of the king’s choosing was very likely a part of their agreement.”

Rory cursed under his breath. The idea of a son forsaking his own father, being responsible for his death at the expense of power. . . his stomach turned in protest at the thought.

“Agreed,” his Uncle Geoffrrey said. “And we also agree that combining our own forces, and potentially those of our allies, to take back Eydington would sever the very tenuous ties that hold the king back from even more damaging retribution to our families?”

Head nodding and murmurs of agreement ensued. They’d been at this table for neigh two days now in coming to that conclusion. Some, like his father and Uncle Toren, did not sirk from declaring open war on Edward. They would appeal to both their Scottish and English allies and engage in a battle with the king’s forces who remained at Eydington. But those who go against the king of England may very likely find themselves dead or, like their friend William Wallace, forced into hiding.

It was neither the time, nor place, for open warfare with the king.

Rory looked up. His father was watching him. They’d discussed the possibility at hand earlier that morn, and dismissed it. But now, it seemed, by eliminating all other plans, it was the most feasible one remaining.

He had the skills necessary. And clearly his father thought Rory best for the mission. He could tell by the way he looked at him now. Giving it as much thought as he would to which woman to bed that eve, which meant very little at all, he spoke up. “I will do it.”

His uncles, his Aunt Juliette and cousins all looked at him.

Rory smiled, the thought of such a mission more exciting than it should be. Eydington was crawling with the king’s trained knights, and if the survivors were to be believed, paid mercenaries as well.

“I will kidnap Lady Freya,” he said. This time, Isla did spit out her wine. Haydn chuckled. As did his uncles Reid and Alex. 

“I believe the word you are seeking is ‘rescue’ Rory,” his father said.

“Ah yes,” he amended. “Rescue.”

And, despite himself, his father smiled. Rory had used the word apurpose, a nod to how his parents had met. He very much enjoyed teasing them both about it and never wasted an opportunity to remind his father of their very unconventional courtship.

“I can think of no better man to,” his Uncle Geoffrey cleared his throat, “rescue Lady Freya.”

“And if he does it without bedding her, bravo for a job well done,” Haydn muttered under his breath but loud enough for Rory to hear. In response, he planted the very look that had gotten him into trouble earlier on his face. 

Haydn’s laugh echoed throughout the chamber. 

 

Son of a Rogue, book #3 in Brotherhood of the Border, is coming February 2022. Sign up for a new release notice here.