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Article for WWWB

 Please check out this article I wrote for WWWB Historical Fiction and Accuracy http://booksbywomen.org/historical-fiction-and-accuracy-by-celia-martin/ by Celia Martin

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Excerpt from my first book, To Challenge Destiny

 As I learn to use my blog, I mean to post many things. In this case, I am posting an excerpt from my first book, To Challenge Destiny. My books are set in the 17th century in England and Colonial America. They are romances, yes, but they are full of adventure and history. They have strong women, lots of fun characters, and sweet love stories. In this excerpt, you will get a sample of some of the adventure.

Adler’s knees wobbled. His heart pounded in his ears. He had heard how the Indians tortured people. Dying at their hands would not come easy. But what had he missed? His guide had continued speaking. Had they been offered a reprieve? He heard Latty saying, “We accept the combat.” What combat? What had they accepted?

The villagers started talking and shouting. They began moving away from the river and Adler found he and Latty were being swept along with the crowd. Again reverting to English, Latty said, “Shall you or I take on their challenger? To be honest, I have been in few fights. Have you? You are a bit stronger built than I am. Could be an advantage.”

“Latty, I have no idea what you are saying. What are we doing?”

Latty looked at him in some surprise. “We are fighting for our lives. At least one of us is. I thought ‘twas better than facing their gauntlet. I remember too well Armand’s description of such. A one on one fight seemed sounder. Do we win, we are back in good favor. Do we lose, ‘tis our last day on this green earth.”

Comprehension slowly dawned on Adler. “I am to fight one of these braves?” he asked. “And do I defeat him, we have proven ourselves worthy of their trust?”

Latty nodded. “That is about the size of it. Do I take it you mean to be our champion?”

Adler started removing his coat. “Aye. That is right.” Adler was relieved Latty had been paying attention to the guide while he had been quaking in his bones. He was glad Latty had chosen a one on one competition. Fighting he knew. He was good at it. He had bested his brother, the Yardleys, and any number of neighbors in competitions at the annual fairs. Like Latty, he had no wish to face a gauntlet. Stripped naked and running down a stretch between two lines of angry braves who would beat him with clubs, attempt to trip him and set upon him if he fell seemed the height of folly. He preferred the alternate choice.

Experimenting

 Hi Blogger friends,

I am an author of 17th century adventure romances with strong women, multiple fun characters, villainy villains, and sweet love stories. As time goes by and I learn more about how to use this blog, I will post excerpts and other info. Right now, I am hoping to put some photos of my book covers on this post. Wish me luck. I know I need it. Well, they all made it. Now I just need to learn how to put them side by side instead of having to scroll down to see them. 

And the Ground Trembled.

 NEW RELEASE

My 7th book, And The Ground Trembled, is now out.It is endorsed by USA Today best-selling author, Vonda Sinclair - "Celia Martin is an engaging storyteller. I absolutely loved And the Ground Trembled. It is beautifully written, entertaining, and a lot of fun.”EXCERPT:They were in the middle of the river, had silently skimmed around a ponderous ship at anchor, when Fogarty raised his oars from the water and cocked his head. His one eye narrowed, he peered into the wispy fog. “Somedin’s closin’ on us fast,” he said. Dropping the oars back in the water, he set to with a new vigor. “Lady Elizabet, do I say jump, ye jump.”Elizabeth’s heart pummeled against her chest and her breath caught in her lungs. Jump into the river! She heard nothing, could see nothing, but she knew Fogarty’s senses, especially his hearing, were superior to hers.“What do you mean by that!” William demanded.Between puffs and pants, Fogarty spat out, “Barge, I tink. Comin’ fast. No lights. Could ram us.”William’s hand tightened reassuringly on Elizabeth’s, and she turned to him, but he was peering upriver. She looked again. Did she see something? Oh my God, yes!“Jump now, milady!” Fogarty’s words rang in her ears, but she could not budge. He still pulled desperately on the oars as if against hope they could escape the looming mass headed at them, then the boat shook and toppled as William jumped into the river pulling her with him. At the same instant the numbing cold water sucked the breath from her lungs, she heard a whacking sound and knew the skiff had been hit. https://cmartinbooks.kitsappublishing.com/

Thank you Amber.

 A big thanks to Amber for being so patient with me and helping me set up my blog.