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Born to a dying queenand an ambitious king, Tia should inherit the throne of her island nation.  Instead, her country is invaded, her parentsare murdered and she is sent in chains to the land of an enemy.

Consecrated to herGoddess, sworn to the service of her country, still Tia finds love in the armsof the enemy.

In a time of war,what will she surrender in the name of love?


EXCERPT:
There was only one direction I could look and that was downthe road where we had just come.  Nowsomeone else was coming straight up the middle so that people scattered likechickens.  A young, unhelmeted Omanitrooper was riding down that road on a fine long-legged gray horse, bawling ina voice which did not doubt its own authority. Though I couldn't hear the words, I knew what he was saying—troops werecoming and he wanted the way cleared NOW.
I couldn't clear the road. I was chained in it and knew my peril. There was a curve in that road and by the time they saw me, it would betoo late.  My only hope was that Fradowould unfasten the manacles and push me off the road and for a fraction of asecond I actually thought he might do it, if only to avoid trouble with the Army.  He got free of a woman who had been throwingmelons at his head when she ran for her life and came back beside me, but hewas still in a fury and it was only to punch me in the face.
I heard the gray horse score the cobblestones, launchinginto a full charge. Sparks flew where his metal shoes beat on the stones as hecame like evil incarnate, ears pinned and teeth bared, head snaking as he wentstraight for Frado.  Fat as he was, Fradocould by no means get over the wall on my side of the street and started to trundleto the other side and, with that, the horse was on him.  He was obviously a well-trained cavalry mountand I thought the rider meant to let him savage his target.    
But at the last moment the trooper swung his horse justenough to clear Frado, jerked his foot from the stirrup and kicked the slaversquarely in the back at a speed just under that of a battle charge.  The force was so great that it picked up thatmountain of a man like a doll and deposited him face down near the opposite sideof the street. My vision had taken on the preternatural sharpness that precedesseeing nothing and I saw in heart-stopping detail the first of what seemed likea hundred horses coming around the curve at a fast canter.  If I had been in better condition, I wouldhave wondered why a number like that was coming at such speed through a countryat peace, but just then I was in no condition to care.  I lay there like something thrown on the midden heap.
That point man didn't have the job, though, because he wasslow or stupid.  I heard the noise of hishorse coming back and saw a boy no older than myself with a shining mane ofchestnut hair already dropping from his trotting mount and running towards mewith the horse close behind.  With notime to spare, he clucked his horse over me in the position a war horse takesto shield a fallen rider, dropped the reins and threw himself on top ofme.  He was protecting me with his body,arms curled over my head, pulling my face into his chest, so I saw little ofwhat followed, but I heard it:  thetremendous din of all those horseshoes, riders cursing, horses snorting insurprise, and the squealing and kicking of the horse over top of us.  That boy was holding me like a lover and Icould feel from his involuntary shudders that he was inches from death, but henever moved and neither did his horse. The troopers didn't want to kill their own man and horses listen to eachother better than they do to us, so between the efforts of riders and theviolence of the gray horse trying to save his rider the line shifted and passedand I was still alive.          View the Video:  http://youtu.be/JOLyEv1eHow
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Meet Your Heroes

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Today on History Undressed, as part of our week long anniversary, I've teamed up with my good gal pal, Kimberly Killion , to bring you a tasty treat! I want you to meet your heroes!

I've asked three of Kim's Hot Damn Design  models, who frequently grace the covers of historical romance novels, some questions!

Don't forget to comment! There will be one lucky winner today--the prize? A pic of one of the models, winners choice!

Read on romance lovers!


Upfirst on the list is Charles Hackman … Ifyou could go back in time, which hero would you be: a Laird (Scottish Chief), ADuke, a Prince or a Warrior? Warriorlike William Wallace.
Sigh,we love men in kilts…Would you rather make love in: a meadow, by a roaringfireplace, on a horse, or on top of a tower? A tower.

That'shot. Pick your preference: ale, wine or whiskey? Wine.

A manafter my heart… What would you want your historical heroine to wear to bed: acorset, a silk nightgown, crotchless drawers, or nothing at all… Nothing.

Phew! I need a fan! 
Hello... John Michael. If you could go back in time, which hero would you be: aLaird (Scottish Chief), A Duke, a Prince or a Warrior?   A warrior.
I love warriors. Nothing better than a man who knows how to handle his—sword… Wouldyou rather make love in: a meadow, by a roaring fireplace, on a horse, or ontop of a tower? Ontop of a tower.
A manwho likes to be on top...hawt! Pick your preference: ale, wine or whiskey? Whiskey

Atrue alpha male… What would you want your historical heroine to wear to bed: acorset, a silk nightgown, crotchless drawers, or nothing at all… Corset

Is it hot in here or is it just me?

Our third and final hero is Billy Freda. If you could go back in time, which hero would you be: aLaird (Scottish Chief), A Duke, a Prince or a Warrior?  Prince
I see afairytale in the making. Nothing better than a man who knows how to hand his—sword…Wouldyou rather make love in: a meadow, by a roaring fireplace, on a horse, or ontop of a tower? Fireplace
So romantic…Pickyour preference: ale, wine or whiskey? Wine
Sigh…What would you want your historical heroine to wear to bed: a corset, a silknightgown, crotchless drawers, or nothing at all… Toss-upbetween crotchless and nothing.....but I think I'll go with nothing!! Whew!Sounds like a perfect fantasy!

Thank you to the lovely Kim and her heroes forparticipating in the fun!
 *~*~*~*~* www.hotdamndesigns.comA bit on Kim... Award-winning author, Kimberly Killion, has been hailed by Romantic Times Magazine as an author who writes "captivating romance with excellent pacing and characters who are honorable, intelligent and full of humanity." Her debut book, Her One Desire (Kensington 2008), was nominated for the romance-publishing industry's highest award of distinction, the RITA® Award. Her One Desire won the 2009 Booksellers Best Award for both Long Historical and Best First Book. In addition, Kimberly's writing received an Award of Merit in the 2009 & 2010 HOLT Medallion. She was recognized in the 2009 National Readers' Choice Awards, the 2009 Golden Quill Awards, and the 2009 More Than Magic Contest. Romantic Times Magazine awarded Kimberly's second Scottish-set novel, Highland Dragon (Kensington 2009), with the K.I.S.S. Award and said this is "a tale to cherish."
Aside from writing, Killion teaches graphic/web design in St. Louis, MO and she the owner of Hot Damn Designs! The name says it all!

Check out Kim's new book... love her work!
My Cursed Highlander

A proud, tormented warrior...Laird Taveon Kraig would do anything to recover a magical amulet powerful enough to break the curse that has plagued his clan for a hundred years—even marry a woman determined to hate him. But the beautiful—albeit boldly defiant—woman stirs his passion like no other. He never dreamed his quest would involve surrendering his heart.

A blind sculptress… Having survived two ruthless marriages, Viviana Gorini Dè Medici has no desire to take another husband—especially one who wants her most prized possession: a magical amulet that provides her with the gift of sight. Despite her pleas, she is forced into the marriage and sent on a dangerous journey with a man whose charms melt her defenses, whose touch sets her on fire, and whose kiss stirs her body in a way she's never known.

A wicked enemy… Surrendering completely to an ecstasy that binds their hearts, neither of them foresees the sinister threat waiting to destroy both of their worlds. In a family torn apart by a centuries old curse, will love be enough to save them all?

They Did What?? by Jennifer Jakes (Victorian-era Vibrators!)

Today, I'd like to welcome guest author Jennifer Jakes (and one of my new blog partners at the up and coming History Ink!). Today's post is FABULOUSLY scandolous!!! I can't even tell you how thrilled I was when she offered to write it!  Leave a comment for your chance to win an ecopy of Jennifer's book TWICE IN A LIFETIME (blurb and excerpt below).


THEY DID WHAT??by Jennifer Jakes
Have you ever had one of those days – or weeks –where nothing went right? Maybe you've been plagued with insomnia,irritability, headaches or melancholy? Never fear, after extensive research Iknow what is wrong with you. You have Female Hysteria. And the cure? Easy. ..  A doctor manipulated orgasm!
Huh? - you say. Come again? (Pun intended.)
In the Victorian Era – specifically 1837 to 1901 – doctorstreated woman by genital stimulation to induce "hysterical paroxysm" or anorgasm. This hysteria was supposed to be a build-up of fluid in the woman'swomb and doctors assumed that since men ejaculated and felt better then itstood to reason ….
But what about the husbands? What did they have tosay about this? Well, proper gentlemenof the time were not trained to see to their wives needs – it was not evenunderstood that women had needs. Instead it was much easier to call for thedoctor when a woman exhibited symptoms of hysteria. Yes, the doctor could treatthe women in their home. The Fainting Couch or Chaise Lounge became popular forthe ladies' comfort during this "treatment". I wonder what the husband said ifa large doctor's bill arrived each week? But I digress.
Manualstimulation was applied by the doctor simply reaching under the woman's skirt,but by 1869 a steam-powered vibrator had been invented – no doubt afternumerous doctors complained of carpal tunnel! This vibrator's motor had to behoused in a separate room with the funpart sticking through the wall. By 1889 an electrical vibrator was available –beating out the electric iron and vacuum cleaner by a decade. For yearsvibrators were used solely by physicians, but as technology improved and thesize of vibrators became smaller, they were advertised in such catalogs asSears and certainly in women's magazines.
So the next time you hear someone talk about primand proper Victorians, you can say, "Oh, contraire!"
TWICE IN A LIFETIME Be Careful What You Wish For. . . No-nonsense stuntwoman Isabella Douglas will do anything tostop an unwanted divorce and reclaim the happy life she had, even allow her oldfriend to concoct a magical spell to turn back time. But when the spell goesawry, Izzy finds herself trapped aboard a 1768 Caribbean pirate ship with acaptain who's a dead ringer for her sexy as sin husband, Ian. Convinced he'splaying a cruel joke, she's furious – until she realizes he doesn't know her orbelieve they're married.Captain Ian Douglas does not have time to deal with aninsane woman who claims to be his wife; he has to save his kidnapped sister.But as Izzy haunts his dreams and fills him with erotic memories he can'texplain, he's forced to admit he feels more than lust. Trapped in a vicious cycle of past mirroring present, Izzyknows they only have days to find Ian's sister and prevent disaster fromstriking a second time. If she doesn't, their marriage will be destroyed again– along with the man she loves.EXCERPT: TWICE IN A LIFETIMEHer fingers threaded in histhick hair as she traced his mouth with the tip of her tongue. "Kiss me."  He hesitated, then groanedand covered her lips in a breath stealing kiss. Hot, wet, silky. Her nippleshardened, ached for his touch, the tug of his fingers, the pull of his mouth."Touch me." She pressed akiss to his throat, then licked his collarbone. "I need your hands on me." He grunted and slid hishands down her back. Rough palms gripped her cheeks, grinding her against hiserection. His gaze burned through her as he moved his thigh between her legs. "Yes. Please." She tiltedher hips, rubbing, needing release more than air. "Oh, God, yes." Desire roaredthrough her, the ache building. Building. The orgasm so . . .damned. . .close. A sharp knock sounded at thedoor. "Captain? The men are ready to go ashore."Ian pulled back andswallowed hard, his expression hungry, his heart thumping against her breast. "Captain?" "Yes. Yes, I'll be rightthere." His heavy lidded gaze skimmed her body. Possessive. Aroused. Regretfulas he set her aside. Her mind crawled to processwhat was happening while her body was doused with disappointment. "You're stillgoing?" He raked through his hair,then nodded. "We need provisions before sailing for Jamaica. I'll only be a fewhours." He stepped to the door, but turned and pinned her with a hard stare."But when I return . . .""Yes?" Her heart thumped inanticipation of some explicit description of what he would do to her. Oh, buthis tongue was naughty in all the right ways.". . . I expect anexplanation."Izzy drooped against thedoor, her thoughts racing even though her legs collapsed. This was going to bethe shortest second chance in history.About the AuthorAftertrying several careers—everything from a beautician to a dump truck driver—Jennifer finally returnedto her first love, writing. Maybe it was all those Clint Eastwood movies shewatched growing up, but in her opinion there is no better read than a steamywestern historical.Marriedto her very own hero, she lives on fifteen acres along with two beautifuldaughters, three spoiled cats, three hyper dogs and one fat rabbit.Duringthe summer she does Civil War re-enacting and has found it a great research tool, notto mention she has continued appreciation for hermicrowave and hot water heater.Herdebut novel, RAFE'S REDEMPTION, was a RWA Golden Heart Finalist and Won BESTROMANCE 2011 at DITHR.VisitJennifer Jakes at www.jenniferjakes.com

Which Olympian Created the First Horse? by Grace Elliot

Welcome to History Undressed, today's guest author, Grace Elliot. I love the Olympics, and I'm thrilled they are in London this year. But beyond that, I love the history behind the Olympics. Grace has written us a fun post today in that regard. Leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of her novel, Eulogy's Secret.


WhichOlympian Created the First Horse?
 by Grace Elliot


Tunnel entrance to
Olympia stadium in GreeceHello! My name is Grace Elliot and today I'mgoing to post about two of the things that fascinate me - history and animals!
Ilive in the UK and thissummer, Londonplays host to the 2012 Olympics. Any excuse and it's on the news, yesterday it wasa cycling event in the new velodrome and tomorrow it will probably be theover-inflated price of Olympic souvenirs. But did you know that the firstOlympic games were held around 776 BC?

Apparently this date was arrived at by workingbackwards in four year leaps from a definitive date written about by Thucydidesin 420 BC.
Unlikeour games, the ancients held four sets of sacred games which commemorated thedaring deeds of their heroes: the Pythian, Isthmian, Nemean and Olympic games.Over the millennia it is only the Olympics that still hold any significance forus today.
TheOlympics were so named after a group of twelve superhumans who came from Olympiaand were worshipped by the Pisatans. They thought Zeus lived on the top of Mount Olympuswith his wife (who was also his sister!), Hera and their family. The ancientGreeks also believed that what Zeus and his family did had influence over theirlives and so they were keen to please their gods. They did this by displays ofathleticism, and running races to the altar of Zeus, which then went on tobecome the basis of their festival. 
Sothat is a potted history of the origins of the Olympics - but I mentionedanimals - where do they fit in? Well, many of the original Olympians wereassociated with animals. First, let's look at Poseidon (Zeus' brother), god ofthe sea and earthquakes, and consider how he came to create that mostmagnificent of animals, the horse.
ApparentlyPoseidon fell in love with Demeter, the goddess of the earth and harvest.However Demeter didn't feel the same but didn't want to anger him. She hit on aplan to buy time and agreed to marry Poseidon on the condition he created a newanimal that was more beautiful than anything on earth. Demeter felt she was onpretty safe ground because Poseidon's forte was making ugly serpents and seamonsters. As it happened, Demeter was safe, but not for the reason she thought.Poseidon did create an animal - the horse - but was so struck by the creaturesbeauty and power that he forgot all about Demeter!
Poseidoneventually fathered the legendary winged horse, Pegasus, after a union withMedusa. The story goes that when the Greek hero, Perseus, slew the Medusa,Pegasus sprang from her pregnant body and with one kick of his hoof made theriver Hippocrene flow: the waters of which are reputed to inspire the poets.
Bellerophon riding Pegasus
The Winged Horse (1914) The unbroken Pegusus was given by the gods, as agift to a Corinthian hero, Bellerophon, for killing a fire-breathing monsterthat had a lion's head, goat's body and serpent's tail. But Bellerophon neededhelp to break Pegasus and make him rideable. This assistance came in the formof the goddess Athena who told him where to find the golden bridle which wouldtame the winged horse.
Sadly, having such a wonderful mount went toBellerophon's head. He became arrogant and decided to visit the home of thegods at the top of Mount Olympus. The watchingZeus was not amused by this invasion of privacy. He sent a gadfly to stingPegasus who reared and threw Bellerophon off - and being mortal, the fall toearth killed him.
However the winged stallion eventually became thebearer of Zeus' thunderbolts and was rewarded with his own constellation in theheavens.
Keepingthings in the family, the Olympian Hephaestus [son of Zeus and Hera] became thegod of Blacksmiths and Artemis [daughter of Zeus and Leto]  the goddess of the Hunt. Their half brotherHermes [son of Zeus and Maia] a bit of a wastrel by comparison, found an emptytortoiseshell, strung it with strings and invented the first lyre.
So there we have it - Poseidon took time off frommaking sea-serpents and monsters to create the horse!
Eulogy's Secret...  

In the four weeks since her guardians'death, Eulogy Foster has lost everything. Penniless and alone she seeks the help ofher estranged brother, Lord Lucien Devlin. But Devlin turns Eulogy onto thestreets, where she is attacked and thrown onto the mercy of a passing stranger,Jack Huntley. As Eulogy seeks the truth behind her birth, she is drawn into theworld of art and artists, where her morals are challenged and nothing is as itseems.Jack Huntley: bitter, cynical and betrayedin love. He believes women are devious, scheming, untrustworthy creatures - andwhen he rescues a naïve Miss from being raped, his life is about to changeforever. There is something about Miss Foster that haunts him and challengeshis emotions. But despite their growing attraction, Eulogy will not share hersecret, which means he cannot trust her. Caught in a deadlock, both denyingtheir true feelings, events take a sinister turn as someone seeks to silenceEulogy….forever. Eulogy's Secret: Amazon US / Amazon UK
Grace's other books:
A Dead Man's Debt:  Amazon US / Amazon UK  Cat Pies - Feline Historical Trivia: Amazon US / Amazon UKAuthor Bio: Grace Elliot leads a double life asa veterinarian by day and author of historical romance by night. Grace livesnear London and is addicted to cats, acting as housekeeping staff to fivemischievous moggies.Grace believes intelligent people needromantic fiction in their lives as an antidote to the modern world and as anavid reader of historicals she turned to writing as a release from theemotionally draining side of veterinary work. Her second novel 'Eulogy'sSecret' is a story of greed, blackmail and a stolen identity.
Visit Grace: http://graceelliot-author.blogspot.comwww.wix.com/graceelliot/grace-elliot

HIGHLAND STEAM releases today!

I'm excited today to share with you my new time-travel erotic romance release!

About the Book:


Tragedy strikes in the Highlands, making Drostan the laird of the Comyn clan and in need of a wife to placate his people. His only choice is to trust in magic and travel to the sacred circle of stones…where he must passionately lay claim to the woman Fate brings him.
Briana is lost and alone when magic lights up the night. She meets the man of her dreams, a man who rocks her to her very core with orgasm after orgasm and somehow manages to steal her heart. The problem? The man of her dreams lives eight hundred years in the past.
(~14,500 words)
Publisher: Ellora's CaveLine/icons: VoyagerISBN: 9781419939747MSRP: $3.25Cover Price: $2.49
Click here to read a steamy excerpt and to purchase.

Visit me at Tara Kingston's Blog for a chance to win a copy!
Should be available with Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other etailers shortly.

Weekly Video: Horrible Histories Slimy Stuarts Historical Master Chef

Welcome to Day 2 of History Undressed's Anniversary Party!  Today is an awesome video, from Horrible Histories (my favorite!).  Enjoy!



Leave a comment to be entered for a chance to win today's prize: Regurgitated whale phlegm!  Just kidding :) 

Today's prize is a $10 GiftCard to Amazon. (Winner will be drawn this weekend!)

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Eliza

Prostitution in the West by Meggan Connors

As you all know, we love at History Undressed love tantalizing tid-bits! Today we are thoroughly engrossed in guest author, Meggan Connors' post on prostitution!  Enjoy!  (Leave a comment for a chance to win a ecopy of Ms. Connors' book, THE MARKER. As a bonus, I will also toss in an ebook copy of WICKED WOMAN, my alter-ego's old west saloon dolly's tale as well!)


Prostitution in the Old Westby Meggan Connors


When you think of a prostitute in the old west, do you thinkof a woman wandering the dusty, lonely streets in search of a man to give her apenny for a…ahem…moment of her time?


Certainly, prostitutes in the old west ran the gamut. Therewere, of course, those women who walked the streets and carried a sheet to layon the ground. Then there were the women who operated out of cribs—small,apartment-like rooms with a single window. But there were also madams whosefame was well known, and who were actually considered respectable citizens,despite the notoriety of their chosen profession.


From the red light districts of San Francisco's infamous BarbaryCoast to the grand brothels of Virginia City, NV, to the mobile cat wagons of FortDodge—prostitutes were a fixture in western towns and cities.


These women went by many names: soiled doves, or doves;ladies of the night; scarlet ladies; sportin' women; women of ill repute or illfame; and demimonde, just to name a few. What they all had in common was thatthey sold their bodies in exchange for money.


Then, as now, many women fell into prostitution. Themajority of women engaged in prostitution were young (most of them were underthirty years of age), with poor educations, largely illiterate, with familiesthat had either cast them out or were not in a position to help them. Some ofthem were brought into the profession by their husbands or their mothers, orfell into it because they were seduced by their wealthy employers. These womensimply didn't have the means to provide for themselves, other than by sellingthe one thing they had at their disposal.


But prostitution, just like mining and working the railroad,was a dangerous occupation. These women died in childbirth, of disease, andmany of them met violent ends. Some of them became addicted to drugs, as theysought a means to drown their pain. Others committed suicide. And, much liketoday, many of these women ran the risk of being murdered.


As with any other profession, the prices varied depending onthe woman's age and assets (young and inexperienced was good, as wasattractiveness). On San Francisco's Barbary Coast—once termed "that sinkof moral pollution, whose reefs are strewn with moral wrecks…" by the SanFrancisco Call—American womencommanded a higher price than Mexican women and Asian women, while NativeAmerican women and redheads commanded a higher price than other white women, asNative American women and redheads were thought to be more amorous than theothers.


Still, the average prices for "tossing" one's"fanny" ranged from 25 cents to one dollar.


Yet while the Barbary Coast catered to the lowest of thelow, other prostitutes became respectable citizens, and their deaths genuinelymourned (more by the men than the women). One of these instances is the case ofJulia Bulette. As one of the first white women to come to Virginia City,NV—and, for a time, the only white woman in the city—she quickly became aprostitute and madam of some renown. Her brothel was a house in the rococodesign, and quite fashionable for the era. She bestowed her favors upon thefirefighters and the miners of the town, who considered her to be an angel ofmercy. She once opened up her brothel to sick miners when they drankcontaminated water, and she nursed them back to health herself. Another time,she refused to leave Virginia City for the safety of Carson City when an attackby native tribes seemed imminent. She was often seen walking about town in hersable furs and expensive jewels. Eventually, she became so well respected shewas made an honorary firefighter.


When she was brutally murdered inside her house in 1867, itwas termed by the Territorial Enterprise (thenewspaper which employed Mark Twain for a time) as "the most cruel,outrageous and revolting murder ever committed in this city." Her funeralwas overseen by the local firefighters and miners, who followed her inprocession behind a black-plumed, glass-walled hearse. Her gravesite is stilltended to this day, and her picture hangs on the wall in at least one saloon.When her murderer was apprehended a year later, his execution was witnessed by"everyone," including Mark Twain.


It's no surprise that the oldest of professions thrived inthe Old West. Nor is it a surprise that the women involved ran the gamut fromvile criminals to near saints (according to local lore—the truth is probablysomewhere in the middle). Then, as now, prostitutes came in every price range,from streetwalkers to wealthy madams. After all, where there are men andmoney—and few women—there will always be those who will seek to take advantageof the situation.


For those women willing to do it, it was a sure way to makea quick dollar.
*~*~*~*~*
Meggan Connors is the award-winning author of historical romance. Her debut novel, THE MARKER, released this past December. Visit Meggan at www.megganconnors.com
About the Book:
When her father loses her in a poker game, Lexie Markland is sent to work in the household of Nicholas Wetherby for one year to pay off the debt. Innocent but not naïve, she is savvy enough to know she must maintain her distance from this man who frustrates her with his relentless teasing but whose kisses bring her to her knees. Because although she may be just another conquest to him, the marker he won at the card table, it's not just her heart in jeopardy should she succumb to Nicholas' considerable charms.

Since his brother's death almost a year before, nothing has held Nicholas' attention for long–not women, not booze, not even an excellent hand at cards. Nothing, that is, until he meets the woman he won in a drunken night of poker. Intrigued by his prize and her chilly reserve, he makes it his mission to crack Lexie's cool demeanor. But even as passion explodes between them, the question remains: will Nicholas be able to take the ultimate risk… and gamble on love?

Happy Anniversary History Undressed!

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Weekly Video: King Charles II--King of Bling

Happy Friday!  This week's video is a hilarious song about King Charles II from Horrible Histories.  I love champagne! I want to party :)  Enjoy!





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Eliza