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First Kiss Friday with Emily Royal

Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. Let’s welcome my guest Emily Royal who has an excerpt from her novel Tomboy of the Ton. I love this cover and I’m certain what’s inside is a fabulous read! We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

“You are not to come to my house again,” he said. “I don’t want Mother further distressed. As for my cousin Beatrice, I’ll not have her tainted by your influence.”

“Tainted?” Henrietta asked.

“Aye,” he said. “Beatrice is due to be presented at court, and as such, she must be schooled in the manner befitting her station. Grubbing around in the dirt with the local urchin is hardly a fitting education for a young woman of her sensibilities.”

The arrow, shaped by his words, hit home. Orphaned she may be, but this Beatrice, who Lord Thorpe clearly deemed the epitome of ladylike perfection, did not sound like the sort of creature Henrietta would want as a friend. In fact, she was determined to hate her.

“Better an urchin who grubs around in the dirt than a pompous ass who treats the world with contempt,” she said.

“You’re hardly a paragon,” he replied. “You’re either wallowing in the mud, diving into the lake, or shinning up trees like some godforsaken guttersnipe. It’s most unladylike for a young woman your age. What sort of a man is your father, to let you run wild like this? You ought to be thrashed. I should drag you to your father and insist he does it himself.”

“Then why don’t you!” she cried. “Why not destroy me like you’ve destroyed your mother?”

“You little hellcat!” he cried. “I ought to throw you off my land.”

“Try it,” she challenged, “if you’re man enough.”

She raised her fist, and he caught her wrist and pulled her hard against him. She struggled in his grip, but he held her firm, while she grasped his arms and strained to pull free. Panting, she tilted her head back and met his gaze. Their bodies pressed against each other, the faint rhythm of his heartbeat pulsing against her chest.

Then, a flare of passion ignited in the depths of his eyes, and he lowered his mouth to hers.

At first, she resisted, then she clutched at his sleeve, while his warm lips slid over hers. The tip of his tongue stroked the seam of her mouth—at first gently, then, with more insistence, almost desperation, as if he were a man dying of thirst.

With a sigh, she granted him entrance, and he slipped his tongue between her lips, stroking the inside of her mouth, claiming every inch of her, marking her as his.

And she was his. Her body thrummed with life, and a wave of passion rose deep within her. Strong, dominant hands held her firm as if invisible chains bound her to him.

Then he hesitated, uncertainty in his expression. The wave receded, and a little mewl of frustration escaped her. Clutching his sleeve, she pulled him closer and curled her tongue round his.

What the devil was she doing?

She stiffened in his arms and pulled free. He released his hold and stepped back, the passion in his eyes no more than dying embers. Passion she had longed to see.

Then the passion turned to regret and disgust.

“Forgive me,” he said, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have done that—not with you, of all women.”

Her gut twisted in shame. Did he find her so repulsive?

She lifted her hand to strike him, but he caught her wrist.

“You’ll have to be quicker than that, Miss Hellcat, if you’re to best me.”

Hellcat, was it?

Anger flared at the arrogance of his tone, and she struck him, clawing at his face.

“Ouch—you little ruffian!” he cried, releasing her. “I’ll thrash you myself!”

Before he could catch her, she lifted her skirts and set off at a sprint, while his curses echoed across the lawn. She didn’t stop running until she reached home.

Tomboy of the Ton
By Emily Royal

A thorn in his side, or the woman of his dreams?

Henrietta Redford wishes she were a boy—after all, boys are masters of their own fate. Casting her dolls aside, she climbs trees, plays at swordfighting, and indulges in practical jokes.

Once she’s had her come-out, Henrietta has promised her father that she’ll settle down and marry. Any eligible man might do, but it certainly won’t be Giles Thorpe—the older boy from the estate next door, whose arrogant disdain of her tomboyish ways only increased as he grew into a man.

Until they share a passionate kiss…

After inheriting an earldom when his profligate father died, Giles understands the dangers of irresponsibility. The infuriating tomboy next door is the epitome of recklessness and the last woman he should associate with—no matter how fast his heart beats at the sight of her delectable form.

When scandal threatens to ruin the Thorpe family name, Henrietta, unbeknown to Giles, is his best hope for salvation. But Henrietta will have to sacrifice everything—including the man she’s grown to love.

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Author Bio:

USA TODAY Bestselling Author Emily Royal is a mathematics geek who grew up in Sussex, England and has always had a passion for romance and hot alpha males in need of redemption. After graduating from Oxford and enjoying a brief dream of becoming an airline pilot she started a career in financial services to indulge her love of mathematics. She now lives in rural Scotland with her husband, two daughters and menagerie of pets including Twinkle, an attention-seeking boa constrictor.

When not working on algebra, writing or keeping Twinkle from slithering over the keyboard, Emily enjoys painting, baking, playing the piano, and can often be found wandering in the Highlands of Scotland looking for inspiration.

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My next release ~ To Claim A Lyon’s Heart!

Welcome to my blog, my lovelies. Today I’d like to introduce you to my next release in the Lyon’s Den Connected World: To Claim A Lyon’s Heart! I jumped at the chance to write in this connected world especially knowing I had several widows who have been waiting for their happily-ever-after ending.

Vincent St. John, the Marquis of Saxton is a brand new character but you’ve seen Mrs. Moriah Henshaw before. She made her first appearance in my novella A Kiss for Charity and has been associated with my “Wicked Widows Club” for the past several years. I just know you’re going to love Vincent and Moriah’s journey to finding love!

To Claim A Lyon’s Heart
Lyon’s Den Connected World
Release Date: June 21, 2023
By Sherry Ewing

A gambler’s bet. A widow’s burden. Will one game of chance change their lives?

Vincent St. John, Marquis of Saxton, knows full well his duties to the duchy. His responsibilities have been drilled into him since his birth. He has no chance of finding a bride who will see him for who he truly is; they only see the title, not the man. A bet with Mrs. Dove-Lyon, the Black Widow of Whitehall, is just a diversion. Losing may win him everything.

Mrs. Moriah Henshaw has known her fair share of despair. The death of her parents and later her husband left her destitute with no option but to become a man’s mistress. Years later, her tarnished reputation outweighs her excellent birth, and keeps her from being accepted back into society. When her friend pays an outrageous sum to Mrs. Dove-Lyon to find Moriah a husband, Moriah cannot believe she will win anything.

When Vincent meets Moriah, he becomes determined to return her to her rightful place in society. But one accident after another threatens Moriah’s life, and neither of them will win in the game of love unless he can find out who is out to harm her.

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First Kiss Friday with Shana Galen

Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. I’m so happy you’re here with us today. My guest is author Shana Galen who has an excerpt from her novel Saved by the Belle, book three in her The Royal Saboteurs series. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies, and enjoy!

Excerpt:

“Mr. Arundel,” Belle said, making a last attempt to rouse him from whatever dream his fevered mind had conjured. “You must release me.” Her voice was low and husky, and she did not even recognize it as hers. He didn’t release her, and she hardly blamed him. She didn’t sound at all like a woman who wanted to be set free.

Then to her surprise, he did release one wrist. Before she could pull back, though, he reached for her waist, his hot hand all but searing her through the thin fabric of her shift. With a gentle pressure, he pulled her closer, so close she could smell the scent of tea on his breath.

“Belle,” he murmured. His use of her name shocked her enough, but then his hand slid from her waist up her ribs to cup her small breast through the thin linen of the shift. She gasped, and he took that opportunity to catch her lower lip between his teeth.

The bite was gentle, not even a bite at all, just a tug to keep her mouth near his. It worked. Belle froze, and then she did something she never thought she would do. When Arundel released her lip and opened the hand on her breast, clearly giving her the option to refuse him, Belle leaned closer and pressed her lips to his. She didn’t know why she did it. Perhaps because her unsated desire finally got the best of her. Perhaps because though Arundel was fevered and clearly not in his right mind, he was a handsome man who made her head spin. Perhaps because she was a spinster and didn’t want to cross into becoming a thornback—the term society liked to use to refer to women approaching thirty—without kissing at least one man who truly desired her.

She hadn’t considered he would kiss her back. She pressed her lips to his, unsure what to do next, and then shocked when his mouth moved beneath hers. He returned her slight pressure and gave it back to her, moving his lips to brush them along hers. At the same time, his hand returned to her breast, his thumb finding her nipple, hard now and straining, and caressed it with that same lazy stroke.

Belle felt as though she might combust from the heat engulfing her now. Every part of her was too hot. No wonder people disrobed when they went to bed together. She was unbearably warm and undeniably aware of the tingling between her legs. She wanted to press her hand there, to ease that tension.

Saved by the Belle
The Royal Saboteurs (Book Three)
By Shana Galen

After successfully completing his first mission as a Royal Saboteur, Hew Arundel is in London on holiday. But his entertainments are cut short when he’s attacked in the street. When he wakes, he’s not only in pain but in an unfamiliar setting. He might be half-delirious, but he’s not imagining the smart-mouthed woman charged with his care. Belle isn’t a skilled nurse, but she’s smart and fearless, and Hew finds those two qualities irresistible. And dangerous. Hew’s heart has been damaged before, and he swore never again to allow a woman to breach his defenses. Belle doesn’t seem interested in him anyway…until they share a forbidden kiss.

Belle Howard was born with a specialized palate. She knows exquisite tea by scent and taste and has used that talent to turn her family’s business, Howard’s Teas & Treats, into one of the premiere tea shops in London. When circumstances force Belle and her father to care for an injured man, they aren’t sure the man will survive. They certainly don’t expect his would-be assassins to wreak havoc on their lives. Now Belle is caught up in a dangerous mission and even more treacherous is the way Hew Arundel makes Belle feel whenever he looks at her. But Belle has learned not to trust men. If only she could remember that when Hew takes her in his arms.

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Shana Galen is an award-winning writer and the bestselling author of passionate Regency romps. Kirkus said of her books: “The road to happily-ever-after is intense, conflicted, suspenseful and fun.” RT Bookreviews described her writing as “lighthearted yet poignant, humorous yet touching.” She taught English at the middle and high school level for eleven years. Most of those years were spent working in Houston’s inner city. Now she writes full time, surrounded by four cats and one spoiled dog. She’s happily married and has a daughter who is most definitely a romance heroine in the making.

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First Kiss Friday with Peri Maxwell

Welcome to another week on my First Kiss Friday blog. I’m so happy you’ve stopped by. Today’s guest is Peri Maxwell who has an excerpt from her book His Spirited Lady . Isn’t the cover just lovely? We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

“As much as I like watching you work, we must go.”  His hand was gentle, as were his words, but his profile was stern. 

Now that Amelia was here, she didn’t want to leave. “I don’t agree with much Miss Allen says, but I have to confess she and I share an opinion about the pomade in your hair.” 

“You two have discussed my hair?” She didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling. 

“Not discussed, exactly. She mentioned how dashing you’d appeared with your wild hair tossed by the winds in the Channel.” The comment had made Amelia recall her first encounter with Richard. “And I have to agree. You look much more yourself when your hair is curly.” 

“I see.” His thumb stroked the top of her knuckles, sending sparks up through her wrist with every bump. “What else has she spoken of?” 

“She never fails to goad me about having kissed you, which is as inappropriate as it is irritating.”

“Irritating?” His rumbly voice was as warm as his fingers curving around hers. 

On one vacation, in Calais, she and her parents had been forced to stop at a posting inn to avoid the rain. As it had been a downpour, they’d chosen staying dry over being fashionable. The fire was warm and the food was tasty, even if the crowd was more working class. Amelia had enjoyed watching everyone, until two women had begun squabbling over the same man. Harsh words had quickly escalated to slaps and hair-pulling. Father had whisked her out before anything else had happened, and he’d refused to explain what had happened. All he’d said was that one day she’d understand. 

Amelia desperately wanted to pull Fiona Allen’s hair. 

“It is very boring to sit, smile, and drink tea. All I can do is nod and say ‘Yes, he is quite dashing. Of course I was totally swept away. Certainly he takes my breath every time—’”

“I see your point,” Richard said. “Why not try using that magnificent imagination of yours? Take a kiss you’ve had and plop me in the proper spot.” 

“Oh, I don’t think that would work at all.” She could almost hear his eyebrows rise. “It wasn’t an encounter where you’d want to be plopped.” 

“An encounter?” He faced her. “You said you were familiar with kissing.” 

“Well, I am familiar with it, and since he almost chipped my tooth, it was memorable.”

Richard’s dry laugh teased her ears even as his boot slid along hers, as though he was searching for firm footing on a dark path. “I agree. I don’t want to be plopped into that scenario.” 

 His features were visible now. His lashes low over his eyes, his lips curved in a half smile. His fingers slid up her neck and under her hair. His nose brushed her brow as his breath coaxed her eyes closed, leaving her to feel his slow trek to her mouth. His nose brushing hers, his lips sweeping from her ear down her cheek. By the time he reached her lips, she was trembling. 

It was a sweet pressure, encouraging her to shape her mouth to his, to cling to it until he pulled away. His fingers stroked the curve of her neck. 

“Breathe, chéri.” 

When Amelia obeyed, he returned to her mouth and swept his tongue over her lips in a wet plea that she answered. 

Richard’s groan rumbled over her teeth as his tongue slid against hers. He tasted of wine and whiskey and of something darker that urged her to do the same as he. She tangled her tongue with his, tested the firmness of his lips, felt him smile. 

“Ahem.” The deep cough came from neither of them. 

Richard stopped kissing her but kept her shielded from the lantern light in the room. His eyes stayed on hers as he spoke. “Fletcher?”  

“Yes. You two are out of time.” He left the lantern as he closed the door. 

Richard dragged his hands from her and backed away, kissing her knuckles as he lifted each hand from his coat. 

Amelia wanted nothing more than to put out the lantern and return to the dark, to the circle of his arms. “No wonder Fiona—” 

He stopped her words with a quick, hard kiss. “No. That belongs to us alone.” He kept one hand, twined their fingers together. “I need to get you home.” 

His Spirited Lady
By Peri Maxwell

Mix two fake lovers, age over a disastrous house party, distill the romance; and savor the happily ever after.

Richard Ferrand arrives in Thetford to visit his family and to seek advice on a recent inheritance. He’s expecting it to be a brief visit. His former brother-in-law has a new family, and Richard is eager to return to his familiar bachelor businessman routine. That all changes when he comes to the rescue of a young lady with plans of her own.

Amelia Chitester has spent her life being the perfect society Miss—at least when people are watching. When they’re not, she’s busy creating the county’s best whiskey. That all changes when her gravely ill father insists she marry so that she will have a protector after he dies.

When Richard helps Amelia avoid a persistent suitor, she sees an answer to several of her problems. He needs a British distributor for his newly acquired French wine, and she needs a fake fiancé to take her off the marriage market. Richard thinks she’s daft—irresistibly beautiful, totally disarming, and completely daft–but he agrees to help because he admires her commitment to her family and her home.

As they work to fool their families and the entire village, it grows difficult to live out their lie. Amelia didn’t figure on the soft side of her convenient rake, and Richard wasn’t prepared for the stubborn charm of his fake conquest.

Soon they’re both faced with the choice of keeping their businesses or losing their hearts.

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Author bio 

Peri Maxwell has lost herself in reading romances all her life. She began writing as a challenge to herself and wrote her first historical romance on a dare, and now, she’s hooked. She prefers to write heroines who can stand toe-to-toe with a hero, challenge society’s rules for good reasons, and find love with heroes who admire an equal (even if it’s a little reluctantly).

She enjoys history, humor, and a good mystery. An armchair historian, she also has a background in women’s studies.

Peri lives in Arkansas with her husband and the two cats who rescued them. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s working her day job or spending time with her family and friends (the same ones who dared her to write a historical romance).

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Medieval Monday with A Knight To Call My Own

Hello, dearest readers, and welcome to my Medieval Monday blog! Today will be the last day of excerpts from A Knight To Call My Own. I hope you’ve enjoyed revisiting these marvelous characters. Today I’m continuing on with the scene where Lynet has just given Rolf a favor she made while Ian looks on. I hope you enjoy what happens next. Happy reading, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

Lynet watched Rolf go with a soft smile that quickly turned into a frown when a voice came within her hearing, closer than she anticipated. She turned to see Ian take the very place that Rolf had occupied but an instant afore.

“Have you no favor to bestow upon your future husband, my dear Lady Lynet?” Ian’s voice all but mocked her.

“Aye… I just gave him one,” she replied with a saucy flip of her hair. Hazel eyes met blue whilst she attempted to catch her breath. How could one man leave her so lacking for air from just the briefest of glances?

Ian looked her up and down with an appreciative gaze then gifted her with his own handsomely roguish grin that had her heart beating frantically, once again. “Nay, you did not. But, ’tis of no consequence. You shall soon learn that attempts to make me jealous will not work on me.”

“I did no such thing,” she said, aghast he had read her so openly.

“Aye, you did, but those are the games children play, and seldom do they achieve what the heart of an adult desires.”

“What do you know of what my heart desires?” She drew the wrap closer together to attempt to hide her trembling hands. Surely, even he could hear the rapid betrayal of her beating heart, as it all but cried out for the man afore her, much to her dismay.

Ian brought his horse closer to the stairway. “Mayhap, I should show you yet again as I did last eve?” he whispered huskily, sending a wave of desire coursing through her.

“I think not,” she retorted hotly as a blush began to creep up her cheeks. Damn the man’s soul to hell.

“Another time, perchance, since I must needs go and begin winning my bride,” Ian proclaimed.

With a tug on the reins, he, too, began to make his way from her. Confusion suddenly consumed her ’til worry that he might be severely injured came to the forefront of her mind. “Ian… wait,” she called out. Surprised she summoned him to return to her, Ian quickly turned his mount in her direction.

Lynet watched in maidenly delight when Ian maneuvered his steed to stand afore her. With a click of his spurs, the animal put one of its legs forward and bowed his head afore rising. Ian hardly looked like a Scottish laird this day, as he was once more garbed as a knight of the realm. He had always been handsome to her eyes, but he was even more so, now that she had the opportunity to see him through the eyes of a grown woman ready to fall in love. Ian raised his hand over his chest and gave his own short bow, as well as could be managed with the weight of his armor. “My lady,” he said afore once more returning abreast of the stairs. “I am your most humble servant.”

She bit her lip with indecision for just an instant afore whipping the shawl from her shoulders and tying it on Ian’s arm. “This does not mean I favor you above others,” she declared, trying to find some way to justify her actions that two different men would be wearing a small token of her affection.

“If you say so,” Ian said, smiling afore he took her hand in his and laid a gentle kiss upon her fingertips. Afore she could give him a sharp retort of any kind, he left her there alone, stumbling for words to say to him inside her head. Knowing she, too, must needs make her way to the field, she proceeded no farther than down the few stairs afore another prevented her from following after the two men who wanted to claim her heart. She stared at the young lord in her path, trying to hide the contempt she felt for this particular individual.

“You have erred greatly to give your favor to anyone other than myself, let alone that you gave out two,” Broderick of Lorn sneered at her with a curled lip. His distaste of what she had done was clearly plastered on his handsome face, and she knew a life with this particular man would be spent catering to his every whim.

Lynet lifted her head defiantly. “You are not my husband, nor master, that I must needs answer to you,” she spat out, not caring who heard her words that barely contained her fury.

Broderick’s nostrils flared whilst he clenched and unclenched his fists. He then did the unexpected by blatantly staring at her body, as though he were undressing her right there in the courtyard with his eyes. “Mayhap, not yet… but you will be mine by the tourney’s end.”

Lynet’s limbs quaked beneath her gown as he left her. In those brief, few instances she looked upon Broderick, she witnessed an evil side to the intimidating man that she did not ever want to witness again.

Trying her best to compose herself, she came to realize she was clutching at the stone winged dragon upon the railing of the stairs. The mouth snarled forever open, and if the etched eyes could condemn her for giving her favor to two different men, then the demon was doing just that. She wagged her finger at the carved beast, as if it had spoken aloud her own foolish thoughts. “Do not look at me like that,” she sneered before picking up the edge of her gown to run and find her place amongst the crowd. Each step told her she needed to pick one knight alone to cheer for. With her decision once more made, she choked on her choice and took her place next to her sister to gaze at the combatants for her hand. The sooner Rolf won, the sooner this fiasco would be over!

A Knight To Call My Own
By Sherry Ewing

When your heart is broken, is love still worth the risk?

Lynet of clan MacLaren knows how it feels to love someone and not have that love returned. After waiting for six long years, she has given up hope of Ian’s return. Her brother-in-law, the Devil’s Dragon of Berwyck, is tired of waiting for her to choose a husband and has decided a competition for the right to wed Lynet is just the thing his willful charge needs to force her hand.

Ian MacGillivray has returned to Berwyck Castle in search of a bride and who better than the young girl who cared for him all those years ago. But Lynet is anything but an easy conquest and he will need more than charm to win her hand in marriage.

From the English borders to the Highlands of Scotland, the chase is on for who will claim the fair Lynet. The price paid will indeed be high to ensure her safety and even higher to win her love.

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Sherry Ewing picked up her first historical romance when she was a teenager and has been hooked ever since. An award-winning and bestselling author, she writes historical and time travel romances to awaken the soul one heart at a time. When not writing, she can be found in the San Francisco area at her day job as an Information Technology Specialist. Learn more about me and my books on the tabs above or follow me on these social media links!

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First Kiss Friday with Cerise DeLand

Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. Today’s guest is my dear friend and fellow Bluestocking Belle Cerise DeLand who has a new release with Dragonblade Publishing. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene from If I Loved You. Isn’t this cover just beautiful? Happy reading, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

Miles had not known her for more than a few hours, but he’d seen her shock over such a sizable bequest. Certainly he could revel in the good fortune of anyone. But if she had suspicions about who had given her such a large inheritance and did not wish to discuss it with him, he could understand that, too. But her new-found gain, enough to support her at current standards in meager means for her lifetime, could lead her to break their agreement to marry. The possibility of losing her created an ache in his heart. A place he’d never expected to feel anything at all ever again.

As they entered the Grosvenor Gate and passed the park wall, she strode more slowly and breathed more deeply. They took a turn on the path south and one glance at her told him she was more at ease.

“I hate to spoil your enjoyment,” he said, “but I think we should not walk here much longer. The shadows grow deeper.”

“You are right, of course.” She had her hands in her coat pockets as she stopped and spun toward him. “You have been very good to me today.”

He raised a hand, his smile wry. “No more gratitude, please. I am quite thanked.”

She stopped, faced him and tipped her head, suddenly the coquette, though to him, she did not seem to have planned the spontaneity of such an attitude. She was without guile—and he valued that unexpected characteristic more than he could ever have imagined.

“You are a darling man,” she said with an honesty that emphasized her simplicity and lack of artifice.

“You are kind to think so.” He remembered a few instances when the moniker he deserved was the opposite. Savage. Insane. Gullible. All came to mind in a rush of bile.

She put her hands to his and held tightly. “Do you still want to marry a woman you barely know?”

“I’d like to marry you, if you’ll have me.”

She shook her head as if the whole idea were impossible. “Why? Why?”

“I want a wife. A friend. I am lonely. You seem a gentle soul. I think we would do well together.”

“I cannot imagine that you have not met a thousand young ladies you know better than me who would not make you a friend and wife because they do know you better.”

But they knew his past, too. His wife. “I would never find happiness with any I’ve met. They see me as the mill owner, a cit with a new title, an upstart viscount, too rich for his title. They also see me as a widower.” Not knowing I am more aggrieved than grieving.

She stood immobile, only her large eyes searching his for what he would not reveal. “Did you love her?”

“When I married her, yes.”

“And do you miss her?”

“No.”

She nodded. “I see. Then your loneliness comes not from her lack.”

“No. It does not.”

She gulped. “Do you want children?”

He blinked and peered up at the deep blue clouds scudding across a darker moonlit sky. “I have not wished for that in many years. But now,” he said as he met her frank gaze, “I believe I would.”

She smiled as if he’d just given her the keys to the kingdom. “I would, too.”

He stepped closer to her, dropped her hands and cupped her shoulders. Her luscious curves fit into the planes of his suddenly very needy self. “Might we proceed to getting them?”

She arched her neck and let her eyes dance into his. “First we must be wed.”

“Will day after tomorrow do?”

“Quite well,” she said on a delighted laugh. “And then we must become better friends.”

He sent his fingers up into the heavy coil of hair at her nape. Her skin was as soft as charmeuse and her hair smelled of lavender. She’d been in his arms often today and her need had been great. Now, he would test to see if she might come for a new and startling reason. Might she come because she could want him? Want him as a man? As her lover?

She pulled back a little, a question on her plump lips. “Friends kiss.”

“They do,” he said with a smile that grew from a friend’s to a ravenous man’s. “Shall we?”

She studied his mouth and swallowed hard. “Oh, yes. From the moment I heard your voice on the Great North Road, I have wanted to know how you taste.”

“Well, then,” he said as he loomed over her lips, “we must not delay.”

 She circled her arms around his shoulders and pushed up on her toes. “Please don’t.”

The temptation to take her with all the ardor he bore her raged through him. He could not devour her like a satyr. He was a man who had foresworn passion and love. A man of reason and temperance. But then…

She put her lips to his, a brush of warm temptation. The sensation of her desire met the one of his quest as if two stars collided in the dark of night. Blinded by it, he groaned and caught her up. Her mouth was lush, and as his tongue invaded, he knew how hot her body was. How sweet. He swept the inside of her mouth and felt her complete surrender. This was what he’d craved. A woman who might love him.

He pulled away, breathless, cupping her cheek. “Darling, we must stop.”

In the shadows of the soft spring evening, she tipped her head and smiled at him. “You’ll kiss me again?”

“As often as you wish.”

There again was that sweet woman who drew him to her with the artless look of enchantment. “Must I tell you each time?”

“No,” he said on a laugh and hugged her close, then set her from him. “Only look at me like that, my darling, and I am yours.” “As I am forever yours,” she said and put her arm in his to turn and walk home.

If I Loved You
By Cerise DeLand

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Love does not advertise. Love counts no wrongs.
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Verity Carr wants a new life in a new town far from her old home—and the vile threat to her body and soul. She comes from a fine family, has a good education and a bold ambition to become a portrait artist. She’s ready to live her life with a man who will value her. A husband she can can respect—and in time, hopefully love. Yet valiant though she is, she questions if she can escape her past and the one who will not let her go.

Can a gentleman to whom great wrong was done, build a new life with a true wife and leave the past behind?
Miles St.John Armstrong never should have wed his first wife. He vows to select a new one with logic and careful investigation—via advertisement. The young lady he selects is Verity Carr who is no ordinary woman. She has charm, wit and a beauty that sears his soul. No wonder theirs is a relationship built quickly on admiration and trust. No wonder their marriage becomes one built of mutual mad passion.

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Medieval Monday with A Knight To Call My Own

Welcome to my Medieval Monday blog! I’m continuing on to the next chapter of where I left off with Lynet and Ian’s kiss. You’ll find the link below to my First Kiss Friday post if you missed it. We’re now back to the tournament and Lynet is racing to find Rolf before he heads to the challenges. This whole chapter was based and inspired by the painting I used for the cover ~ God Speed by Edmund Blair Leighton. If you’re like me, every romantic beat of my heart just cries out for this blonde-haired lady as she bids farewell to her knight. I hope you enjoy this scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

Lynet’s feet barely touched the turret stairs beneath her as she held on to the red wrap around her shoulders. She was late and knew for a certainty she would incur Dristan’s wrath for not being in her place on the platform erected for the family at the start of the games. How she had managed to obtain even a wink of sleep was beyond her comprehension. She had tossed and turned upon her bed for hours, thinking on Ian’s kiss afore she had thrown the coverlets from her to do something more constructive with her time.

She had a firm resolve this morn when she had risen after only a brief two hours of rest. Her brow furrowed thinking on that insufferable man. Ian was overly confident she would simply fall in love with him after just one kiss. Of that, there could be no doubt, but she was determined she would prove him wrong. She would not succumb to his charms so readily and become such an easy conquest. Nay, she would not!

With thoughts of Ian’s kiss seared into her heart, she pushed down the notion she would belong to him at the end of the games, no matter that she had wished to be his wife for almost her entire life. There was another who was equally ready to take on the role of her husband, and Lynet was sure that, with time, she could somehow manage to love him.

Silencing the small voice inside her head telling her she was making a horrific mistake, she kept onward in her quest to be the mistress of her own fate. Racing through the Great Hall, she took no time to grab even a bit of cheese to break her fast. She did not want to miss the opportunity of sending Rolf off to battle for her hand without a small token of her affection. Aye, the embroidered red ribbon she held tightly in her hand billowed behind her in the soft morning breeze as she continued her flight through the inner bailey. There was no time to lose if she was to bestow this token to the knight who deserved her loyalty after all he had done for her over these past many years.

Through the portal of the inner bailey, she saw him sitting tall and handsome upon his black as night steed. The mighty warhorse practically pranced with pride as it carried its rider, who held a banner with one hand and the reins with the other. Yet, she was wasting precious time staring at him, the little she had, and her common sense that she must needs hurry had her rushing through the tall gate to reach the outer baily wall.

Rolf was already riding out towards the postern gate, along with the other knights who thought to make her their lady wife. If she had stopped for even one instant, she might have been impressed by the display of colorful standards that flew in the air for the entire world to see. There were many who would be competing this day, but only one now drew her attention as she rushed towards him.

“Rolf!” She called out his name and watched as he pulled back upon the reins to halt his steed. His grin widened whilst she shortened the distance between them, moving forward to stand in the middle of a staircase which led down to the outer baily.

He maneuvered his horse ’til the animal became parallel with the steps to the back entrance of the keep. ’Twas just what she needed in order to gaze upon him, eye to eye, given the additional height the stairs afforded her.

“My lady,” Rolf murmured with an appreciative glance at her attire. “You are most lovely this day. The yellow of your gown is like a fresh breath of summer sunshine to brighten my day.”

Lynet blushed upon hearing the compliment, adjusted the shawl she had around her shoulders, and gazed at him shyly. “I have something for you. I was up all night working on it that I may bestow it on you and place it upon your arm.”

“You would honor me with a favor?” he asked, waiting for her response.

“Aye,” she declared with a simple acknowledgment and a slight smile. His brow rose as if in a silent question as to the wisdom of her choice. Lynet did not have long to wait to hear what she feared would come from his lips. This man knew her so well.

“Is there not perchance another who you would rather give such a token to, my lady?” he questioned honestly whilst keeping their gazes locked, one on the other. “Not that I would complain such a gift was placed upon my arm as long as your favor was freely given.”

Lynet began to squirm under his close scrutiny and averted her eyes to fumble with the ribbon. Hiding the heaviness of her heart, she raised her face. The confidence that had briefly filled her just moments ago, now left her shaking with her decision to press forward to wed Rolf, should he be the victor in the games. “Nay… there is no other,” she proclaimed holding out the favor. “See how I have embroidered it with your colors so no other would question my choice in a champion knight? It even matches the shade of your cloak.”

“’Tis in truth Dristan’s colors, my lady, as you well know, since I have no other place than Berwyck to call home,” Rolf said solemnly.

“Aye, I know that, of course. And yet, I would still tie this upon your arm if you would but allow me the privilege,” Lynet said breathlessly. She looked over Rolf’s shoulder to see another who watched her intently. Her heart began its erratic beating with his nearness and knowing he gazed upon her, yet she refused to allow Ian to change her resolve. “Will you allow it?” she asked returning her full attention to Rolf.

“I would be a fool to gainsay you and say you nay, Lady Lynet,” he answered, holding out his arm to her. “You do me a great honor.”

She finished tying the ribbon, but still lightly touched the chainmail on his arm. “Nay, ’tis I who am honored by your acceptance of such a meager offering for one who would go into battle for my hand. You will be careful, Rolf, will you not?” she asked with a slight tremor in her voice. She would hate to see anyone hurt because of her.

“But of course,” Rolf said, taking her hand. He held it gently afore leaning forward to brush his lips across her skin.

She gave a slight shiver. ’Twas not, however, from the gentleness of Rolf’s display of affection, but in response to the blazing hot glare from Ian afore he stepped into the stirrup and lifted himself up onto his white, ivory-maned horse. ’Twas as if he knew of the ploy she played. Yet to her, ’twas not a game of chance, but her future that was at stake.

Lynet had not realized her eyes continued to linger on Ian ’til she felt her arm drop as Rolf let go of her fingertips. Her attention once more on her captain, she saw a fleeting look of sadness within his eyes afore he masked the emotions in a cocky grin of self-confidence.

“I look forward to claiming several dances this eve after I win my matches, my lady,” he declared, and, with a jaunty salute, he kicked his horse into motion, setting off for the tournament.

A Knight To Call My Own
By Sherry Ewing

When your heart is broken, is love still worth the risk?

Lynet of clan MacLaren knows how it feels to love someone and not have that love returned. After waiting for six long years, she has given up hope of Ian’s return. Her brother-in-law, the Devil’s Dragon of Berwyck, is tired of waiting for her to choose a husband and has decided a competition for the right to wed Lynet is just the thing his willful charge needs to force her hand.

Ian MacGillivray has returned to Berwyck Castle in search of a bride and who better than the young girl who cared for him all those years ago. But Lynet is anything but an easy conquest and he will need more than charm to win her hand in marriage.

From the English borders to the Highlands of Scotland, the chase is on for who will claim the fair Lynet. The price paid will indeed be high to ensure her safety and even higher to win her love.

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First Kiss Friday with A Knight To Call My Own

Thank goodness and Friday and that means you’ve found my First Kiss Friday blog! Welcome and I hope you enjoy this next scene from my medieval romance A Knight to Call My Own. If you missed it, I’ve been giving excerpts for the past several weeks on my Medieval Monday blog. If you’d like to catch up, the link can be found below to this past weeks scene. Today, I’m continuing on with a battle of wills between Lynet and Ian. It’s a big scene and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy reading, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

Lynet stood in silence as she watched the turret door shut with a resounding slam. She made the blunder of looking up into Ian’s stormy face once they were alone. His visage was furious with possibly a hint of jealousy hidden in the depths of his eyes. ’Twas hard to tell what the man was pondering inside his head, but she knew she would not have to wait long afore he spoke his mind. When he did, it caused her to inwardly cringe.

“You will not meet with him by yourself again, Lynet.” He enunciated each word with clenched teeth, giving confirmation to the anger he was holding in check. “Do I make myself clear?”

Her own rage exploded to the surface like blinding, white-hot lightning. “Who do you think you are that you assume you can just order me about and tell me what to do?” Courage to stand up for herself raced through Lynet, for she would not let him see how he affected her so. Her reckless and traitorous heart skipped a beat with his nearness. Damn the man’s soul to hell. How she hated him!

“I will tell you who I am, lass. I am the man you will forever bow down to and call husband come the end of these games,” he roared ferociously, like a wounded animal.

“I will neither bow down to you, nor any other man, you worthless cur,” she shouted right back at him.

Ian grabbed her arms, giving her a shake ’til she felt her teeth rattle. “You will submit to me, you stubborn woman. Do you not even realize when you have met your match?”

She lifted her head at him with narrowed eyes. “Aye, as a matter of fact, I do, for he just left with my brother!”

“He is only the captain of your guard, Lynet. He has no right to lay claim to you as his future bride,” Ian retorted hotly, “nor to steal your kisses in the moonlight.”

“That did not stop you from loving my sister when the same held true of your position. What makes you think you are a better man than Rolf to hold my affection, or that you can do a finer job of kissing me? I enjoyed his lips on mine and will kiss him anytime I should choose to do so,” she snickered, tossing him a defiant glare that all too quickly fell from her features. With one glance upon him, she might as well have slapped his face, considering the look he gave her. She knew she had pushed him too far.

He said not another word, but made fast work of guiding her down from the lofty parapet walkway. Her slippered feet barely touched the coldness of the stones beneath her, so rapid was their hasty decent down the turret stairs. When they came to the portal of her chamber, Ian backed her up against the solid wood with his arms resting on either side of her, as he had done but recently. There was no escaping him.

They stood, just the two of them, listening to the crackling sound of the lit torches in the passageway. Far more troubling to her way of thinking was her heaving chest as she attempted to gain her breath. She could no longer stand her submissive stance of looking down at her feet, so she raised her eyes to meet his.

When would she stop making such stupid decisions as actually looking at the man, not that she had anywhere else to gaze, given his close proximity. The firelight from the torches in the wall sconces brought out the red of his hair. She would have sighed at the sight of it, but would not give him the gratification. His heavy lidded, hazel eyes took on a light of their own and seemed to search into her very soul. She gulped and watched a gleam enter those knowing orbs whilst a discerning grin formed on his mouth. A mouth that was rapidly closing the distance between them!

“Do not dare─”

Her words were cut off as his mouth quickly took possession of her own, for possess her he did, with just the slightest first brush of his lips. She gasped when a turbulent wave of searing heat radiated throughout her entire body. But, such a profound encounter only allowed him to further plunder her senses as his tongue began to frolic with her own. Sweet Jesus, what in the world is he doing to me?

She felt his hands cup her face ’til he tilted her head, allowing him better access to her mouth. An unexpected moan escaped her. ’Twas, apparently, what he had wanted to hear from her. The sound surely only confirmed his own damn suspicions that she had told a lie when speaking of the effect of Rolf’s kiss. She was certain such a revelation pleased him.

His hands began a slow descent as they roamed down her back ’til he cupped her bottom, bringing her up hard against his solid frame. She quaked in response to such intimacy between them. Her shock did not stop his arm from winding around her waist, keeping her firmly in place as he continued to devour her last shreds of reality. The disbelief of feeling his firmly muscled body pressed up against her own sent any sense of prudence to remain indifferent to him fleeing from her mind. How could one keep a hold on any form of rationality when all she could suddenly feel was the unmistakable form of his manhood pressed intimately against her?

She was lost, and she unexpectedly cared not. Nay… all she could recognize in her feeble attempts to remain level headed was the fact that any control of the situation she may have had up to this point had vanished as soon as Ian had kissed her. Her arms made their way up and around his neck to playfully finger his shoulder length hair. She mimicked what he was doing to her mouth, letting him teach her what he liked. She must have done something right, for she heard his own groan of pleasure whilst he tightened his grip upon her.

Was it just her imagination, or did her body seem to mold itself to his own, as if they had been made for one another, even whilst his hands roamed freely over her backside? And yet, she did not complain, or even make the slightest protest. This was how it felt to finally be in his arms. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, she was almost waiting for someone to come and wake her, for surely she must be dreaming. She reached out and clasped the nape of Ian’s neck as she urged him onward in this journey he was taking her on. ’Twas sheer bliss… bliss ’til she felt herself being rudely yanked from his embrace.

Lynet gazed around with passion filled eyes to see who had interrupted them, but there was no one near, except the man who had proved his point that Rolf was not the knight for her. Aye! The deliberate burning glare in those obnoxious hazel eyes told her he knew exactly what he had done to her, and he was glad for it, the bastard.

Ian leaned down from his towering height so they came almost nose to nose. “Lesson number one, Lynet, is never lie to me again. Rolf is a good man, but he will never be able to make you feel the way I can. I will be victorious at the end of the games, and you will be my wife. You… are… mine.”

He gave her but an instant for the words he proclaimed to register in her brain, which surely had been turned to mush. Before she could even mange to form some limited response that would most likely be garbled jibber-jabber, Ian gave her a quick kiss upon her already tender lips, opened her door, and gave her a gentle push through the portal. Once she was inside, Ian closed the door behind her.

Feeling completely numb, with her feelings a jumbled mess, Lynet could go no further into her chamber. Instead, she leaned back against the wooden door, trying to somehow control and still her racing heart. It took every bit of effort she had left in her just to turn her body and lift her arm in order to slide the bolt into place. Her ear pressed to the door, she listened intently for signs of Ian’s departure. She held her breath with the knowledge he, too, lingered just on the other side with only an obnoxious piece of wood now separating them. She heard it then… the unmistakable sound of his footsteps receding down the corridor to seek his own slumber.

With his departure, her breath left her in a swift rush afore her trembling legs crumbled beneath her. Sliding helplessly to the floor, her hands shook as she fingered her sensitive lips. Aye, she had indeed been most thoroughly kissed, and by one who knew, inevitability, she had enjoyed every instant of their encounter. Surely he had branded her as his own with the scorching warmth of his touch. She may as well call Father Donovan and get their marriage over and done with. May God above help her and give her strength for what was to come with that insufferable man she so wanted to hate.

Hate him or love him… she was not sure which she wanted to believe more. Either one was just as bad. For what truly mattered where her heart was concerned, was that Lynet recognized she was in big trouble.

A Knight To Call My Own
By Sherry Ewing

When your heart is broken, is love still worth the risk?

Lynet of clan MacLaren knows how it feels to love someone and not have that love returned. After waiting for six long years, she has given up hope of Ian’s return. Her brother-in-law, the Devil’s Dragon of Berwyck, is tired of waiting for her to choose a husband and has decided a competition for the right to wed Lynet is just the thing his willful charge needs to force her hand.

Ian MacGillivray has returned to Berwyck Castle in search of a bride and who better than the young girl who cared for him all those years ago. But Lynet is anything but an easy conquest and he will need more than charm to win her hand in marriage.

From the English borders to the Highlands of Scotland, the chase is on for who will claim the fair Lynet. The price paid will indeed be high to ensure her safety and even higher to win her love.

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About Sherry Ewing:

Sherry Ewing picked up her first historical romance when she was a teenager and has been hooked ever since. An award-winning and bestselling author, she writes historical and time travel romances to awaken the soul one heart at a time. When not writing, she can be found in the San Francisco area at her day job as an Information Technology Specialist. Learn more about me and my books on the tabs above or follow me on these social media links!

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Medieval Monday with A Knight To Call My Own

Welcome to my Medieval Monday blog! I’m so happy you’ve dropped by for the next installment from A Knight To Call My Own. Although this scene might be better for my First Kiss Friday blog (stay tuned this week for a scene that will make you sigh), I’m adding it here because although this is Lynet’s first kiss, she’ll soon learn that Rolf is not the knight for her. Enjoy, my lovelies, and happy reading!

Excerpt:

Lynet should have expected this to happen when she had stated she would stay with him. But nothing in her score of years had prepared her for the sensation of her very first kiss as a woman full grown. She would have thought such a momentous event would send her heart flipping end over end, but ’twas further from the truth than she cared to admit, even unto herself. Although mildly pleasant, such a kiss as this did not make her want to profess her undying love to the knight who would offer her everything she desired if she could but learn to love him.

Perchance, she did not put enough effort into such an endeavor, for how was she to know how this kissing business was accomplished, having only experienced it once before as a young girl with Ian, haphazard and brief as that had been. She took a step closer. Rolf must have taken this as a sign of encouragement. He deepened their kiss, and Lynet quickly became aware of two startling revelations. For one, Rolf had far more experience than she herself did when it came to kissing and certainly knew what he was doing. The second was far more disappointing to her peace of mind. She abruptly realized, if they were to marry, she would be settling into a relationship where they may have found a common accord, but Lynet would never truly love him deep within her heart. They both deserved much better than such a fate as that.

“I hope we’re not interrupting…” an annoyed voice called out from behind her.

Shame flooded through her, down to her very toes, as they swiftly broke apart. To be caught in such a compromising position such as this and by him, of all people! She turned to see none other than Ian himself making his way up the last of the parapet steps, followed closely by her brother Aiden, who strode menacingly towards Rolf with a clenched fist.

“I should call you out for taking advantage of my sister!” Aiden bellowed, wedging himself between her and Rolf. “What the devil were you thinking to touch her so?” Rolf threw both his hands up, obviously not willing to fight her brother in front of her.

“’Tis wretchedly obvious he was not thinking at all, Aiden,” Ian drawled, taking her elbow. “Come, Lynet. I will escort you to your chambers.”

“Nay! I will go nowhere with you, Ian,” she professed in embarrassment whilst trying to wrench her arm free with little success.

Aiden whirled around, glaring at her ’til she snapped her mouth shut. “You will go with Ian to your chambers. You have enough to worry about in the coming days with all the rabble outside our gates vying for your hand and should get your rest whilst you may,” her brother ordered. He made sure his words were abundantly clear, giving evidence he was not pleased with her behavior.

Her emotions torn between the three men, she watched as Aiden made to usher Rolf from the battlement wall. ’Twas clear her brother had no qualm about leaving her alone with Ian. But she knew otherwise and what this could mean to her already tattered heart. Ian was by far more dangerous to her wellbeing.

“Rolf,” she called, stepping towards him although Ian’s grip kept her from getting any closer to him. “I will see you on the morrow.” He gave her the briefest of nods as acknowledgement afore leaving with Aiden, who continued his lecture as they did so.

A Knight To Call My Own
By Sherry Ewing

When your heart is broken, is love still worth the risk?

Lynet of clan MacLaren knows how it feels to love someone and not have that love returned. After waiting for six long years, she has given up hope of Ian’s return. Her brother-in-law, the Devil’s Dragon of Berwyck, is tired of waiting for her to choose a husband and has decided a competition for the right to wed Lynet is just the thing his willful charge needs to force her hand.

Ian MacGillivray has returned to Berwyck Castle in search of a bride and who better than the young girl who cared for him all those years ago. But Lynet is anything but an easy conquest and he will need more than charm to win her hand in marriage.

From the English borders to the Highlands of Scotland, the chase is on for who will claim the fair Lynet. The price paid will indeed be high to ensure her safety and even higher to win her love.

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First Kiss Friday with Hope Caroll & a Giveaway!

Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. Today I have another fabulous Dragonblade Publishing author as my guest. Please welcome Hope Caroll who is also offering a giveaway of her book The Veil Between Worlds. Be sure to read all the way to the end to see how to enter. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene, my lovelies! Take it away, Hope.

Author’s Note: At this point in the book, our heroine, Ellie Hartford, has been sent back in time by her ex-boyfriend, John Stafford. They have arrived at Windsor Castle, where Edward III is holding a tournament for knights to compete in order to find new knights for his chivalric order.  Ellie is desperate to get back to her two small daughters in the modern world, and Harry, who also got sent back in time with Ellie, has been helping to keep her safe. After an arduous journey to Windsor, Ellie is profoundly happy to find a luxurious bath waiting for her.

Excerpt:

A length of linen laid across the foot of the bath, and because the room was chilly, I draped it further across the length of the bath to keep the heat in, so that just my head poked out, and my legs dangled over the end.

“Lady Hartford, may I come in?” It was Harry, coming from the adjoining door.

Before I had a chance to say much more than “Harry, wait!” he walked through.

“Wow,” he said, taking me as much as he could in all my silhouetted nakedness. “I guess I should have waited longer for an answer, but I can’t say I’m sorry.”

“Uh, Harry, a little privacy here, please?” I slid deeper under the water, trying to tweak the linen over me with one hand.

He didn’t turn around to leave.

“Please,” he protested, “don’t make me go. You’re covered up there, and we need to talk. Where’s Mary?”

“She’s just gone to fetch me some wine. She thinks I’m too pale.” I didn’t feel pale any longer. My cheeks flushed red with the way Harry was looking at me. Was this linen see-through, or was he just using his imagination? “Mary might catch you in the room when I’m in the bath,” I whispered.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said. He briefly took his eyes off me, and found a stool to sit on, right at the end of my tub where my legs were. He confidently took one of my feet between his hands, and started giving me a foot massage.

I could not help groaning with pleasure. Harry’s warm hands felt so good on my skin. He used his thumbs to run up the length of my sole, and back down to my heel. Each toe got individual attention as well.

My eyes closed. “You really know how to treat a woman’s feet,” I said.

“Some say I know what to do with the other parts of a woman as well,” he murmured. I half opened one eye to acknowledge the tease, but before I could toss out a comment, he continued, “Oh dear, are these blisters?”

“Um hm. The stirrups must have rubbed my feet the wrong way. But we have no bandaids, or plasters as you call them.”

“I know what bandaids are, you don’t have to translate it into English for me. I may not be a PhD, but I do have some knowledge of America.” Harry continued to point out various injuries, like, “Oh no, not this little fellow too!” as he continued to do wonders to revive my toes that sent shivers of delight down my spine. 

 “Is this something you learned in the army? An alternative to using torture to get your way?”

“Maybe.” A boyish grin swept over his face, revealing those slightly crooked teeth. Imperfection equals adorable.

I prodded some more, “And what is it that you’re trying to get out of me? What did you need to talk to me about?”

 “A kiss,” he said, meeting my eyes. 

My heart quickened. I hadn’t dared to hope that he was interested in me, until this very second.

He continued, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you from the first time I held your hand going up the stairs at John’s.”

 “You saw me and John kiss the other night — I could tell you didn’t like it.”

“I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of anything going on between you two so if there was something going on there—?” He paused.

I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know how to sum up what I felt about John.

“Oh,” he said, half getting up. “You see, I had a feeling you didn’t really like him that way anymore. I saw you two talking at the dinner last night at camp, and there seemed to be no love lost. But I must be wrong. I apologize,” and he went to leave.

“No, stop!” I sat up, clutching the linen to my chest. “Don’t go. You are right – there is no love lost. It was lost a long time ago. I don’t want you to leave. And I do want to hear more about why you want to kiss me.” I started to feel a blush forming over my cheeks that wasn’t caused by the heat of the bath. “Because, well, I do have a bit of a crush on you, Harry,” I said, reaching out to touch his fingers draped over the side of the bath. My fingers were slippery with the oils Mary had put in the bath, and I swirled a little bead of water on the back of his hand. “You’ve been very sweet and thoughtful to me this whole…trip. And I find you very attractive.”

I looked at Harry, waiting for him to say something. “And John?” he finally asked.

“John loves this world more here,” I said, pointing out the timbered ceiling, the fire, the bed, “more than he ever did me. And seeing that releases me from whatever attachment I used to have for him.”

He sat back on the stool again and pulled my foot back into his palm. “Ellie.” Harry cleared his throat, hesitating. “I think you’re incredible, and I don’t know if this is a crush or something more. I know I was a sad sack out there on the ride here, but you’ve injected a brightness into my life I haven’t felt in a long time. You in that blue dress. The way you saved that girl. The way you made me laugh on the road when you slapped yourself! I’ve tried really hard not to fall for you, because of John, because of you being an American, but…”

I was reaching out for his chin to pull him to me, “Wait, what?” I asked, stopping.

“No, it’s not because I don’t like Americans or anything, but you live so far away, and if I fell for you, hard, then it would make life complicated.”

I laughed, and gestured to the room around us. “You think that’s complicated? How about being stuck in the wrong fucking century?”

Harry joined me, and we couldn’t stop laughing. Then he put his fingers to his lips, got up and came over closer to me, “I can’t kiss you if you’re laughing.”

He could see me naked through the sheet.

“Are you cold, how is the temperature of the water in this drafty castle?” he asked, and then dipped his hand into the water next to my thighs. “Hmm, getting chilly. Have you had enough of bath time? Do you want me to help you get out?”

The water was getting cold. His eyes locked into mine.

 “I have a strange feeling you want to see me naked,” I teased, testing the situation.

“What kind of a man would I be if I didn’t?” he asked rhetorically, and raised one eyebrow in a dare.

I could have sent him out of the room with a slap on his wrist for being saucy.  I could have asked for a towel. His look burned pure heat into me.

I stood up, water dripping off my naked body.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked.

He came over to me so fast my head spun like I was falling through time again. But this time his strong arms kept me steady, and I felt his lips on mine.

“I’m getting you wet,” I said, through urgent, pent-up kisses as he wrapped his arms and hands around every part of me.

“Doesn’t matter,” he whispered into my ear, as he scooped me out of the bathtub, and sat me on his lap in front of the fire. He grabbed the linen sheet that had been over the tub and dried me off, wiping off my back, my arms, then running it down my legs, and then slowly over my breasts. “You are so beautiful,” he said, in that deep voice that made every part of me light on fire. I kissed him hard, my body alive with being surrounded by this powerfully-made man whose arms and hands and lips were consuming my body. The feel of his lips on mine made me hungry for more.

But time was not on our side.

There was a knock on the door. “My lady, may I come in?”

A time-travel adventure she never wanted… with the man who broke her heart.

When Ellie Hartford, a divorced mother of two and professor of Middle English, goes on vacation with her two little girls to England, she thinks it’ll be a relaxing time to catch up with her friend Jane. They’ll go on long walks in the beautiful English countryside, eat delicious food, see a few sights, and catch up with her best friend, who—bonus—lives in a partially renovated castle. They are stunned when John, an ex-boyfriend of Ellie, shows up drunk, hand-cuffed in ancient manacles late one night. Handsome and kind neighbor Harry helps get John uncuffed, but the mystery remains—what happened to John? A medieval treasure trove is revealed, that has a direct connection to the haunted labyrinth in Jane’s back garden. When the force of broken hearts wields more influence than Ellie could have foretold, she is pulled back to the year 1344, to the reign of Edward III, and the founding of the Order of the Garter.

Ellie will do whatever it takes to get back to her children. With her knowledge of the medieval language and culture, she must navigate the intricate world of feudal England, with its tournaments, knights, chivalry, dancing, and feasts.

Not to mention the distraction of two men eager to tear down the walls she’s built around her heart.

The Ladies of the Labyrinth
Book 1 – The Veil Between Worlds
Book 2 – The Veil of Time
Book 3 – The Season of the Veil

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https://www.amazon.com/Veil-Between-Worlds-Ladies-Labyrinth-ebook/dp/B0BPN3GWXK
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-veil-between-worlds-hope-carolle/1142934749

About the Author

Hope Carolle is a professional book editor by day, and a historical romance/time travel writer late by night. She was inspired to write the series based on her own experiences getting a Masters in Middle English Literature before 1525 at King’s College London as an American studying abroad. Now living in Charlotte, North Carolina, she is a proud mother of two young women, a giant rescue dog named Charlie, and looks forward to living abroad and walking more labyrinths soon.

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Giveaway Opportunity! Hope is offering a paperback copy of her book, The Veil Between Worlds to one lucky reader who comments below. Say hello and tell us your favorite place to read to be in the running. Hope will choose a winner this Monday. Good luck!