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April 3, 2023
Medieval Monday with A Knight To Call My Own
Welcome to another week on my Medieval Monday blog. I’m continuing on with another excerpt from my medieval romance, A Knight To Call My Own. This scene picks up with Lynet and Rolf standing on the parapet walkway of Berwyck Castle on a moonlit night. What can I say about Rolf that I haven’t said a thousand times or more… Gosh how I just love this character! Happy reading, my lovelies, and enjoy!
Excerpt:
Rolf gladly seized the opportunity she granted him and turned Lynet so her back rested against his chest whilst they peacefully stared out towards the sea. She gave a brief sigh. He interpreted such a sound as one of pleasure, for the scene between them was one of intimacy two lovers might share at some midnight rendezvous. He tightened his arms around her waist and forced, to the back of his mind, the uncanny premonition he felt that this would be the only time he would ever hold this woman in his arms.
The silence stretched between them whilst both were lost in their own thoughts. Rolf’s were about the coming days of battle and strategic maneuvers necessary in order for him to win each competition. He could only surmise Lynet’s were filled with horrific images of who she may be forced to wed at the completion of the games. As if her thoughts were spoken aloud, he felt her shiver and knew ’twas not from the cool night air.
“Lynet,” he quietly broke the quietness surrounding them, “about the morrow…”
She quickly turned to face him, bringing her fingertips up against his lips. “Shh… please do not speak of it, Rolf, I beg of you.”
Taking her hand in his, he began to caress it with his thumb. “We may not have another opportunity to have speech, my lady, and therefore, I feel the urgency to speak my mind.”
“I do not know what more can be said that has not already been spoken between us. I cannot bear the thought of the coming days, nor how I will manage to endure through this farce that determines my life.”
“I only wish I had spoken sooner to Lord Dristan. Mayhap, none of this would be happening if I had done so.”
“’Tis of no consequence now, Rolf, since we cannot, in truth, turn back the hands of time. Nothing can change the course of what is to come,” she said forlornly.
“You must know, I will do all within me to win your favor at the end of the games, Lynet.”
“Aye… I know you will.”
Her words, though barely audible, went straight to Rolf’s heart as if a bolt had pierced it. She shuddered again and tentatively laid her head upon his chest. He was pleasantly surprised she would dare to honor him with such a display of affection, and he took advantage of it. The golden length of her cascading hair seemed to call to him as though it actually gave voice for him to touch the curling tresses running down the length of her back. He gave in to the guilty pleasure before him and began stroking her hair. ’Twas as soft as the petals from a winters rose that had somehow endured the bitter frost.
“I must go,” Lynet whispered, raising her head.
Their eyes locked. Time had seemed to be their enemy moments before, yet now it stood completely still. Her lips parted. Any further words she may have uttered were silenced as Rolf followed his instincts and lowered his mouth to her own.
A Knight To Call My OwnBy 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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March 31, 2023
First Kiss Friday with Aurrora St. James
I’m so happy you can join us again this week for another First Kiss Friday post on my blog. Todays guest is Dragonblade Publishing author Aurrora St. James who has an excerpt from The Earl’s Timely Wallflower. Isn’t this cover beautiful? And a time travel! You all know how much I adore to read and write them. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!
Excerpt:
(Gabriel finds Lily in the shadowed library late one night.)
“Perhaps it is time to think about the things that you want, Lily.”
“Maybe. Right now, I want to find a clock maker. All I found was a book on the theory of trade in the world.”
“Excellent choice. That book should put you right to sleep.”
“Would you like one for yourself?” Lily handed him the book. Her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled.
“Ah, no. I was hoping for something even more dull. The General View of Agriculture perhaps.”
“At home, I read every night in bed. It helped settle my mind so that I could sleep.”
“What did you read?”
“Romance. I only read romances.”
His Lily was a romantic. Did she read them and dream of a great romance of her own?
“I don’t suppose you have any?” she asked, although by her tone, she thought he wouldn’t.
His lips tugged up. “Violet snuck a few romances into the library, hoping that I wouldn’t notice.” He reached behind her, pressing himself that much closer, to run a finger over the leather spines.
She sucked in a breath.
The air changed between them, like the charge before a lightning strike. Heady and breathless. Something about this woman drew him. The more he learned about her, the more he desired her. Her strength and intelligence shone through every conversation, and Gabriel found himself deeply attracted to that combination.
Gabriel rested his other hand on the bookshelf, caging her in. He looked down into her eyes, illuminated only by the candle flame. The darkness wrapped around them, cocooning them in shadows. A branch brushed the window outside, and the house creaked. The silence of the night cast a spell, weaving between them, tugging them closer. It was as if they’d slipped into the land of dreams, where nothing felt real.
Lily pressed her hands to his chest. She didn’t push him away.
He wanted to feel her soft hands against his bare skin, but his dressing gown and sleep shirt were in the way. She stroked over his chest, then dipped her fingers under the edge of his velvet robe.
Closer to where he wanted her hands.
He dipped his head and traced his nose along her hairline, breathing her in. She arched into him, brushing her hips against his.
Her eyes widened when she felt his hard cock, and a shuddering breath left her lips.
“You fit against me perfectly,” he whispered. “When we danced, this is what I imagined.”
Her hands quested up to the open neckline of his sleep shirt and pushed it aside. She followed with her mouth, the lightest brush of satin lips over the base of his throat.
Gabriel sucked in a sharp breath, and his hips bucked against hers of their own accord. He cupped her cheek and tilted her face up to his. Sleepy eyes met his, and he realized that she wasn’t wearing her glasses. He pressed a kiss over one eyelid and then the other.
She slid one hand up his chest to cup the back of his head.
He feathered a kiss at the edge of her lips, a light touch meant only to tease. She trembled in his embrace. Gabriel moved lower, brushing his mouth just barely over her jaw and down the column of her throat. Her scent drove him mad. Wound around him until all he could smell was Lily.
The neck of her nightrail was open, leaving a tempting vee for him to follow. He lost himself to the temptation and traced her skin with his mouth.
Her fingers speared into his hair, gripping the strands and holding him closer. Ah, his Lily was passionate. He wanted to lay her out on the library table and feast from her mouth, her skin, the heat between her legs.
She yanked his head back up and pressed her mouth to his.
Gabriel growled with need. His hands smoothed down her back to cup her arse and hold her tighter against his erection.
Lily bit his bottom lip.
The slight sting made his lips part, and she took advantage, sliding her tongue against his.
Good Christ. Gabriel felt half mad with want. He fisted the skirt of her night dress and yanked it up until his hand met warm skin. He traced her satiny thigh up to her hip and to the round, soft fullness of her buttocks.
Lily moaned against his mouth and kissed him harder.He turned her toward the table, shoved the books aside, and hoisted her up onto it
The Earl’s Timely Wallflower (Book One)By Aurrora St. James
Never let destiny meddle in your romantic affairs…
When Lily Bennett became the caretaker of her teenage sister, it came at the expense of her hopes, dreams, and the home she grew up in. Now that her sister is grown and on her own, Lily struggles to find a place to call home. She wants to feel part of a family again and intends to mend the broken relationships with her siblings. That is, until she discovers an unusual timepiece that lands her in Regency England. And at the feet of one of the most eligible men in society. Unfortunately, he believes that she’s crazy. Any attraction Lily feels for the stubborn man is clearly one-sided. Too bad she’s stuck with him until she can figure out how to get home.
Gabriel Hawthorne, Earl of Rothden, has decided to host one last house party before returning to London for the dreaded season where every simpering chit and money-hungry mother will hover around him like flies. Add to that his sister’s hunt for a husband and Gabriel would rather shoot himself than a grouse. Still, it’s his duty to find his sister a suitable match, which he’ll do after one last bit of respite to shore up his defenses. A respite interrupted when a pretty little wallflower in scandalous clothes lands at his feet claiming to be from the future. He’d turn her over to doctors if she weren’t so damn intriguing. Suddenly, all thoughts of London, responsibilities, and simpering debutantes don’t seem half as hard as getting Lily to stay with him.
But when his ex-mistress arrives unannounced at the house party, she makes every effort to drive a wedge between the fragile bond Gabriel and Lily have forged. If she succeeds, he could lose Lily forever. And if Lily finds a way back to her time, he may have to follow her.
Because the Earl of Rothden always gets what he wants. Even when it’s a wallflower from the future.
Note to readers: This book is a sexy, time travel Regency romance featuring a heroine trying to find her way, an earl trying to find a moment of peace (spoiler alert: good luck with that buddy), funny side characters, and a guaranteed happily ever after. It is the first book in the Taken by Destiny trilogy. Books 2 and 3 to be released in May and July.
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Aurrora St. James writes sexy historical and paranormal romances featuring tough heroes, strong women, quirky characters, and a touch of humor added in for spice. She loves coffee, making her own journals, old B, C, and D-movies, and the magic of a happily ever after.
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March 27, 2023
Medieval Monday with A Knight To Call My Own by Sherry Ewing
Welcome to another week on my Medieval Monday blog. Today I jumped a little ahead from where I left off in A Knight To Call My Own. This picks up the chapter with Rolf on the parapet of Berwyck Castle. Rolf… let me just say I loved everything about this knight, and it just about killed me to… well… I won’t spoil it for anyone who may not have read this medieval romance. Happy reading and enjoy, my lovelies!
Excerpt:
Rolf stood silently on the narrow parapet, gazing into the darkness of the night. He could not see far enough to espy the vast ocean, but he could hear the sound of the surf pounding ruthlessly into the shore far below him. Normally, such a sound would fill him with wonder at the power of the sea, but not this eve. Tonight, he was ill at ease on what the coming days would bring, or not bring, should he fail in his quest. He still held a small sum of hope that Kenna’s vision would not come to pass.
He did not have to turn his sight far to witness the goings on of life at camp. Tents filled the area surrounding Berwyck’s walls of those who also hoped to win the fair Lynet. The smell of campfire smoke and the fire light from the torches on the battlement walls filled the air. The fumes and smells made his nose twitch, causing him to sneeze. Muffled laughter and speech was barely audible from those who were still awake, each man bragging of his own sin-gular prowess, and how he, too, would have the young bride at the end of the games.
He lifted his head heaven bound to stare at the thousands of stars splashing across the moonlit sky. Closing his eyes, he gave a silent plea God would answer his request. ’Twas a heartfelt prayer he offered up to the heavens, and yet as Rolf gazed once more up-on the open skies above him, he felt nothing giving evidence that his petitions would be met. Apparently God did not make bargains with mortal men when it came to falling in love and what the heart desired… more is the pity.
Hearing the hinges of the turret door squeak open, Rolf turned to see who would be coming up to the rooftop at such a late hour. Most had already made their way to their chambers hours ago to rest afore the games began. Slumber, however, eluded Rolf, espe-cially when he was wound so tight. The games could not begin soon enough for him to take out his frustration upon the field.
A splash of wispy material caught his attention when the unmis-takable figure of a woman appeared through the turret portal. The instant she emerged from the shelter of the doorway, a gusty breeze caught her gown, and all but floated around the vision afore his eyes. ’Twas almost as if God himself had sent him an angel in an-swer to his appeal. She attempted to gather the garment around her and at last made some progress when she pulled a tartan around her head, clutching the plaid at her breasts.
Rolf watched her progress across the battlement walls with in-terest. His placement concealed in the shadows, she obviously did not see him standing on the parapet. So engrossed was she to reach the wall herself, she stumbled, letting out a startled gasp when her foot caught on the last step. Crying out in alarm, she began to sprawl face forward, causing Rolf to swiftly close the remaining distance between them. He caught the young girl in his arms afore any harm could befall her.
Her flowery scent was the first thing to assault his senses, and he did not need to see her face to know just whom he held in his arms. His limbs seemed to have a life of their own as they offered her the support she stood in need of as she regained her balance. He took a step nearer ’til both her hands came up and pushed hard against his chest. He stood firm in his resolve to keep her at his side. His hands slid to her waist as he inched her even closer into his embrace.
“How dare you,” she shrieked in outrage. Her face rose to meet his ’til recognition set in. “Rolf?”
“Good eve to you, Lynet.”
“What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”
He gave an amused chuckle. “I could ask you the same question. Perchance, could you not sleep, either?”
“Nay, I could not, and my chamber was stifling. I had enough of my tossing and turning. I decided I needed some fresh air.”
“I understand your plight completely, my lady.” Rolf watched her face whilst she apparently came to the realization he was holding her far too close. Her hands moved from his chest and went instead to his arms.
“You should not be holding me thusly. ’Tis not seemly. What would someone think if they came upon us?”
“Mayhap, they would think there was no longer any need for a tourney and your hand was already spoken for,” Rolf murmured.
There was no mistaking the feeling of contentment that was racing through him whilst holding her close. “There is no need to worry about the guards, for they are busy at their watch, so they will pay us no mind. Besides, I believe I like the way you feel in my arms and would like to keep you here as long as you would allow it.”
A small smile lit her lips. “I should return to my chamber,” she whispered softly, and yet, she made no effort to leave. Instead, she began caressing the fabric of his tunic.
“Stay with me,” he insisted.
Lynet gave the briefest of hesitations afore replying. “Only for a moment or two, but then, I must depart.”
A Knight To Call My OwnBy 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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March 24, 2023
First Kiss Friday with C.H. Admirand & a Giveaway!
Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. Today’s guest is another Dragonblade Publishing author C.H. Admirand who has an excerpt from her newest release, The Duke’s Dragoon. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene and be sure to read all the way to the end for a giveaway opportunity. Happy reading, my lovelies!
Excerpt:
He met her gaze and held it. He looked past the proud woman struggling to hide what was in her heart, to the woman he’d wrapped in his arms with nothing between them but the night. It took every ounce of his steely control to ignore the clawing need to kiss her until she was weak with passion. Instead, he bent and placed a kiss to tip of her nose. With a brief hug, he stepped back.
The need to profess his undying love tore through him, but he’d done more than he’d ever intended that night he accepted the gift of her virtue. He would not have her pining for him while he was gone, too. She needed to be able to live her life without him—at least for the next few months.
So many things he wanted to tell her, but for the sake of his sanity, and her heart, he rasped, “Be safe, lass.”
She lifted on her toes, wound her arms around his neck, and kissed the breath out of him. His body tensed as desire for her threatened to cut him off at the knees. One more moment and he would toss her over his shoulder—again.
“Promise me, Mollie.”
“I promise.”
He could not resist brushing the tip of his finger along the curve of her cheek one last time. Something in her eyes had him hesitating. Mayhap he could ask the duke if he could remain at Wyndmere Hall permanently—his brother Patrick had after he’d married.
But that would never work. He and Patrick would butt heads constantly, as they had done the whole of their lives. Mayhap after Penwith Tower was rebuilt, and the local excise men put a stop to the smugglers and wreckers plying their trade along the coast of Cornwall, he could claim her heart. At the moment, the situation was too tenuous, too dangerous.
“Mollie?” She lifted her gaze to meet his, and a lone tear streaked across her cheek. He wiped it away and tenderly pressed his lips where it had been. “If ye need me—”
Bloody hell, why couldn’t he just say what was on the tip of his tongue? Send word immediately if you think you’re carrying my babe.
Frustration twined with anger, tearing him apart. His brother had told him how the lass suffered the last time they’d parted, and the added worry that she might be carrying his babe. She hadn’t been, but that did not mean she wasn’t with child now. A strong believer in fate, he knew you could only tempt it so many times…
He couldn’t utter the words to ask. He would never leave if she was. Clearing his throat, he reminded her, “If ye need me, have Patrick send word.” The lass remained stubbornly silent, until he wanted to shake some sense into her. “I’ll have yer word, Mollie Catherine Malloy!”
She huffed and mumbled.
Good—he’d rather she was angry than sad. “What was that?”
“If I need you—and I won’t—I will seek out your brother.”
“Not me cousins.”
Her soft laughter was music to his ears. “Aye, Finn, your brother, Patrick.”
He yanked her to him and gave in to the need tearing at his soul. Molding his mouth to hers, he drew every ounce of sweetness from her lips. “That’ll have to last ye till I return, lass.”
She pushed back from his embrace, blue eyes narrowed, wisps of auburn silk trailing from where she’d gathered her hair into a knot on top of her head. Mollie studied his face as if she’d never see him again. “What makes you think I haven’t found another to warm my bed while you are away?”
He chuckled. “Ah, lass, I know ye like I know me own heart. You’d never have tried to seduce me and have yer wicked way with me if ye didn’t love me.”
“Why haven’t you asked if I’ve been faithful to you?”
He pulled her back into his embrace and tucked her head beneath his chin. “Ye’ve a heart as big as Ireland, lass, and eyes that speak louder than yer words. When ye gave yer virtue to me, ’twas a gift to be treasured for the one ye’ll love till ye die—me!”
“Then why are you leaving me—again?”
“I’ve given me word to His Grace. Between us—me brothers and cousins—we swore an unbreakable vow. I’ll return to ye. Trust me and wait for me, Mollie-lass.”
Gently, he set her away from him. The mixture of hope and despair in her gaze tugged at his heartstrings, but he had a duty to fulfill. She had to understand!
“I will.”
He saw the moment doubt crept into her gaze. But let her doubt him. He’d show her he could keep his vow to the duke—and the one he’d made in his heart to her. He’d prove her wrong when he returned to sweep her off her feet and plop her down in front of the vicar.
A swift nod punctuated his decision. He turned to go, but not before he heard her softly whispered words.
“I love you.”
Those three words carved a hole in his gut. Bloody hell, if he turned back one more time, he’d never leave! It was his duty to go. His honor and his vow would be in question if he stayed.
The first step was the hardest. He put one foot in front of the other, ignoring his bleeding heart as he walked away from the woman he loved.
Duty called.
The Duke’s Dragoon (The Duke’s Guard, Book 4)By C.H. Admirand
The Duke’s Guard: The men in black who have sworn an oath to protect the Duke of Wyndmere and his family from enemies that would stop at nothing to discredit and destroy him!
Mollie Malloy happily works for the Duke and Duchess of Wyndmere in the Lake District, until the day her head is turned, and her heart is lost to the heartbreakingly handsome member of the duke’s guard—Finn O’Malley.
Finn is tempted by lovely Mollie and cannot afford to be. When he can no longer ignore the slip of a lass, he requests a transfer to the duke’s crumbling tower on the coast of Cornwall. When she discovers Finn asked to be transferred to Cornwall, she is devastated.
He sweeps back into her life when the head of the duke’s guard is injured. Finn struggles with his control—and the need to honor his vow to protect the duke and his family. Mollie cannot resist the smoldering desire in Finn’s emerald eyes.
Duty calls and Finn returns to Cornwall. He and his men struggle to protect those rebuilding Penwith Tower, while smugglers and wreckers ply their trade in the caves beneath the duke’s ancient tower. Rumors abound that the local excise official has been looking the other way and lining his pockets. The official decides it’s time to get rid of O’Malley—the same time Finn receives an urgent message from Mollie.
He returns to Wyndmere Hall to discover Mollie’s carrying his babe, but not ready to accept his proposal. She wants to marry for love—not for the protection of his name. He’s torn: should he leave his new bride in the safety of Wyndmere Hall—or would she be safer by his side?
It is only when the hangman’s noose is around Finn’s neck that he realizes the feisty lass has always held his heart.
Danger stalks in the night, but it will have to get past The Duke’s Dragoon before he will let harm come to those he has sworn to protect with his strength, his heart, and his honor.
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The Duke’s Guard
Book 1 – The Duke’s Sword
Book 2 – The Duke’s Protector
Book 3 – The Duke’s Shield
Book 4 – The Duke’s Dragoon
Book 5 – The Duke’s Hammer
Book 6 – The Duke’s Defender
Book 7 – The Duke’s Saber
Book 8 – The Duke’s Enforcer
Book 9 – The Duke’s Mercenary
Book 10 – The Duke’s Rapier
Book 11 – The Duke’s Man-at-Arms
Book 12 – The Duke’s Lance
Book 13 – The Duke’s Champion
Book 14 – The Duke’s Sharpshooter
Book 15 – The Duke’s Cavalier
Book 16 The Duke’s Blade
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Historical & Contemporary Romance “Warm…Charming…Fun…”
C.H. was born in Aiken, South Carolina, but her parents moved back to northern New Jersey where she grew up.
She believes in fate, destiny, and love at first sight. C.H. fell in love at first sight when she was seventeen. She was married for 41 wonderful years until her husband lost his battle with cancer. Soul mates, their hearts will be joined forever.
They have three grown children—one son-in-law, two grandsons, two rescue dogs, and two rescue grand-cats.
Her characters rarely follow the synopsis she outlines for them…but C.H. has learned to listen to her characters! Her heroes always have a few of her husband’s best qualities: his honesty, his integrity, his compassion for those in need, and his killer broad shoulders. C.H. writes about the things she loves most: Family, her Irish and English Ancestry, Baking and Gardening.
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March 20, 2023
Medieval Monday with A Knight To Call My Own by Sherry Ewing!
Welcome to my Medieval Monday blog. I’m so happy you’ve dropped by for another excerpt from my medieval romance, A Knight to Call My Own. This week, I’m continuing on with Lynet and Ian’s meeting after a six year absence. Happy reading and enjoy, my lovelies!
Excerpt:
He advanced on her ’til she felt the wall pressed against her back. With nowhere else to turn, she held him back by firmly placing her hands upon his chest. Touching him was a huge mistake, for there was nothing but hard muscles beneath her fingertips, as solid as the stones behind her!
“Tell me you are not happy to see me, sweet Lynet.” The huskiness in his voice was almost her undoing, yet again.
She lifted her eyes to meet his. Damn! Mistake number two! She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she had missed him. “I am not happy to see you!” she retorted meaningfully. Lifting her chin a notch, she prayed the expression she gave him was a defiant one. His chuckle led her to believe she had failed in her quest to appear indifferent to his charms.
“Perchance, you should tell your eyes that, little one, for your gaze tells me your lips speak a falsehood.” His grin was surely from the devil himself, as it broadened whilst she attempted to mask her feelings for him. His deep laughter rumbled in his chest, only giving evidence she had completely forgotten her hands were still pressed upon his granite-like torso. She let go quickly with the feeling she had been burned.
“Go back to the Highlands and marry some other witless girl. I care not who you wed, as long as ’tis not me,” she yelled, pulling herself from his arms and making her way to the door. She slid the bolt back and opened the door, only to come face to face with a very angry brother-in-law.
“Is there something amiss here?” Dristan demanded.
“Nay,” Lynet cried out in frustration, “nothing is amiss. Ian and I are finished here. Let the damn games begin!”
She did not wait for his response, but ran down the corridor to her chamber. Flinging herself face down upon her bed, she allowed the tears of her frustration to finally spill forth like the churning waves of a turbulent sea. ’Twould be hours later afore she came to the sad realization she had not even acknowledged Rolf’s presence or concerned look whilst he had been standing next to their liege’s side.
A Knight To Call My OwnBy 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 Lisa Williams Kline
Welcome to another First Kiss Friday. Today’s guest is Dragonblade Publishing author Lisa Williams Kline who has an excerpt from her novel Between The Sky and The Sea. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!
Excerpt:
Long stretches of time drifted by. The sun rose higher in the sky and seemed determined to burn them to ash. The horizon was empty in all directions. Lavinia’s spirits plunged, and she concluded with unassailable certainty that they would indeed die out here.
“Is there anything that you wish you’d done in your life that you haven’t, Mr. Ridge? Do you wish you had traveled more? See the Taj Mahal?”
He lay still for a few seconds, his eyes closed. “I would have liked to have had a wife and children. What about you?”
She regarded him. “I’ve come to the ripe age of twenty-two, without being kissed. I always wished for a love match but never found one. I wish just once that I might have been kissed.”
Mr. Ridge opened his eyes and sat up. He looked into hers and reached up and gently pushed a strand of hair from her face. “I will kiss you, Miss Onslow. It would be my great honor and pleasure to do so.” He leaned toward her and very gently touched his dry, cracked lips to hers. She caught her breath. Despite the pain of their sore lips, a pleasant heady feeling swirled and she felt a faint shiver, a tingling lightness through her whole body. Then he held her close and they floated in a golden silence for a long time. Or perhaps it was only a few moments. Time seemed to have stopped.“So that’s how a kiss feels.”
Between The Sky And The SeaBy Lisa Williams Kline
Lavinia Onslow, who delights in the freedom of managing her father’s millinery shop in the heart of Savannah, Georgia, has decided she may defy convention and not marry after all. Yet, in the summer of 1838, on board the elegant steamship Pulaski, bound from Savannah to Baltimore, she exchanges glances with an intriguing young man. What can ensue from a mere glance? Quite a lot, as legend has it. That very night, the boiler of the Pulaski explodes and the ship sinks, drowning most of its wealthy passengers. As Lavinia struggles in the water in her heavy dress, calling out for her father and thinking she will surely perish, someone dives in to rescue her, pulling her up next to him on a makeshift raft made of two deck settees. When she composes herself, she recognizes the intriguing man. There they float, alone but together, surrounded by ocean, thirty miles off the coast of North Carolina, desperate for a life-saving miracle.
Is the bond she feels for this stranger more than an instinct for survival?
Inspired by a legend –that may or not be true– and set in the rich historic milieus of Savannah, New Orleans, and the coast of North Carolina, Between the Sky and the Sea explores how Lavinia Onslow’s desire to live as an independent woman transforms after surviving the wreck of the Pulaski.
Buy link on Amazon is Between the Sky and the Sea – Kindle edition by Kline, Lisa. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.
About the Author:
Lisa Williams Kline is the author of two novels for adults forthcoming in 2023, Between the Sky and the Sea, and Ladies’ Day, as well as an essay collection entitled The Ruby Mirror and a short story collection entitled Take Me. Her stories and essays have appeared in Literary Mama, Skirt, Sasee, Carolina Woman, moonShine review, The Press 53 Awards Anthology, Sand Hills Literary Magazine, and Idol Talk, among others. She is also the author of ten novels and a novella for young readers. She lives in Davidson with her veterinarian husband, a cat who can open doors, and a sweet chihuahua who has played Bruiser Woods in Legally Blonde: The Musical. She and her husband treasure frequent visits with their grown daughters and their husbands.
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March 14, 2023
A new release from Sherry Ewing!
Any day you can release a new book baby into the world is a happy day. Today, I have the pleasure to let you know that A Countess to Remember is now available for individual sale. You may have had a chance to read it in the Bluestocking Belles & Friends boxset, Desperate Daughters. I just love this cover and I’m very pleased how Patience and Richard’s story turned out. I hope you’ll give it a read and take a moment or two to write a review. They’re so very important so other readers can find my books. Happy release day to A Countess to Remember!
A Countess To Remember
By Sherry Ewing
Sometimes love finds you when you least expect it…
Patience, the young Dowager Countess of Seahaven has the weight of the world on her shoulders. With a bevy of stepdaughters under her care, a Season to find them all husbands is completely out of reach. But with the help of her family, they’ll scrap up enough money to see to a Season in York for the younger eligible daughters. Still… there’s been no chance at all for romance for Patience until fate intervenes. Will she allow herself time for love?
Richard, Viscount Canfield has no desire to find a wife. He’s been perfectly content leading his carefree life until he’s charged with finding a suitable husband for his sister. He’ll travel to York for the Season only to become enchanted with a lovely young widow. Can he look past a ready-made family to possibly find love to fill his heart?
When several events have Patience and Richard crossing paths, she is hard pressed to forget her infatuation with the gentleman. Then there is the matter of her many responsibilities, along with Richard’s jealous ex-mistress who just may put an end to any sort of a relationship blossoming between Patience and Richard. Only time will tell if they can overlook their differences and allow love to conquer all.
A Countess To Remember was first published in the Bluestocking Belles’ 2022 boxset, Desperate Daughters. It is now available for individual sale.
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March 13, 2023
Medieval Monday with A Knight To Call My Own by Sherry Ewing.
Welcome to another week of Medieval Monday. Today I’m continuing on from last week with A Knight To Call My Own. It’s book two from my MacLarens series. This excerpt picks up with Lynet and Ian. She’s just a bit upset from his extremely long absence from Berwyck.Happy reading and enjoy, my lovelies!
Excerpt:
She turned towards the fire to mask the anger that was about to get the best of her, but she could not keep the words from pouring out her mouth as she turned to face him once more. “Who told you to send me such a missive?” The words rushed from her pursed lips whilst uncontrolled rage wracked her frayed nerves.
“There was only one who would share such information with me, since she had recently come from Berwyck,” Ian answered. “I do not see how this makes any sort of difference other than, at the time, I thought ’twas only right to do you such a service.”
“Who?” Lynet said between clenched teeth.
“’Twas the Lady Katherine de Deveraux, Riorden’s wife. Was she mistaken by hinting you still held an undeniable fondness for me?”
“Nay, she was not mistaken,” Lynet whispered. Recent memories flooded her mind as she remembered unburdening her soul to Katherine. She had first come to the castle with Riorden, who was a lifelong friend and comrade of Dristan’s and had been the captain of his guard. Looking at the couple, one did not need Kenna’s gift of sight to see how much they were in love, although they had had a rough course to overcome to find how deep that love truly was.
Katherine had returned several months later, alone and distraught, thinking her husband had forsaken her and had turned to another. Heavily along with child, Riorden had at last found her, once he learned his wife was actually alive and not dead at the bottom of the Coquet River near their home of Warkworth. Lynet could only surmise Katherine had most likely felt she was doing Lynet a favor by confiding to Ian. She supposed she could forgive the lady such a trespass. The timing of his return, however, could not have been worse.
“And what of now, Lynet,” Ian continued. He sought to pull her to him, but she brushed off his attempts and folded her arms about her. He gave a heavy sigh.
“Now?” She cried out with a muffled laugh, showing how truly distressed she really was. “Now, my laird, you are far too late, or did you forget I am at present only a prize to be won to the highest bidder?”
“I am sure I can convince Dristan to halt this nonsense of finding you a husband amongst those who may want to win your hand,” Ian declared. “Besides, I must needs marry, else the elders of the clan plan on ensuring they choose a bride for me.”
“Oh, do they now?” she huffed. “And, I suppose, you think I would at least be biddable and thankful to become your wife more so than any other of your acquaintance?”
“Why should my bride not be, at least, someone with whom I am familiar? At least, I know you.”
“Ha! You do not know me, else you would have been here long ago and not kept me waiting six long years to see you again!”
A Knight To Call My OwnBy 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 Sherry Ewing and A Countess to Remember!
Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. Today I’d like to give you an excerpt from my novella A Countess to Remember that is coming out of the Bluestocking Belles’ boxset Desperate Daughters. It’s now available for individual sale and releases on March 14th. I hope you enjoy this sweet excerpt with Richard and Patience. Happy reading and enjoy!
Excerpt:
Their eyes met across the room, and he gave her the briefest of nods before walking through the open doorway and out onto a terrace. It was a silent invitation and one she wanted to accept. Patience knew she shouldn’t follow him, but all common sense seemed to leave where Richard was concerned. Besides, no harm could be done to meet him outside for only a few moments. Who would miss her?
Trying to keep her pace casual was harder than she thought. She skirted the outside of the dance floor making her way through the crush of people who watched on the sidelines or carried on their own conversations. She saw her girls being watched over by Barbara and she was again grateful that they were being looked after. With no further thoughts except her own personal agenda, she strode through the balcony doors and peered into the shadows to see Richard waiting for her. He held out his hand for her to take and she had a moment of hesitation, as prudence seemed the better course of action.
“Do you trust me?” His hushed baritone voice caused her to shiver in the moonlight and this had nothing to do with being cold.
“Richard… I—”
“Patience… I am asking for you to trust me,” he calmly said. “Do you?”
“Yes,” she answered him and she could barely make out his smile.
“Then come with me,” he said before whisking her away into the night.
He seemed to know where he was going as he went down several steps and onto a garden path. She gazed back over her shoulder wondering where he was taking her.
“My girls—” she began before he interrupted her.
“We won’t be gone long or go that far.”
“Promise?” she whispered into the night.
“Yes. I promise. You are perfectly safe with me, my dear,” he exclaimed and, true to his word, he halted near a gazebo awash in the moonlit sky. A romantic setting that caused Patience’s heart to race.
“This is a lovely place, Richard, but—”
He turned her into his arms, and Patience couldn’t object, not when she had been envisioning this in her dreams for the past several days. “I know this is sudden, Patience, but I’ve been dying to do this ever since we met,” he said brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek.
She leaned into the palm of his hand. “What have you been wanting to do?” she asked hoping he wouldn’t find her undesirable but also praying he would kiss her no matter that they had just met.
“This…”
She held her breath while his mouth slowly descended upon her own. At first, gentle, exploring to see just how much she might allow. A nip at her lower lip to tease her caused her gasp of surprise giving him the opening he had apparently been waiting for. His tongue dipped in to take hungry possession of her mouth, and she was more than willing to learn this new dance together.
A Countess To Remember
By Sherry Ewing
Release Date: March 14, 2023
Sometimes love finds you when you least expect it…
Patience, the young Dowager Countess of Seahaven has the weight of the world on her shoulders. With a bevy of stepdaughters under her care, a Season to find them all husbands is completely out of reach. But with the help of her family, they’ll scrap up enough money to see to a Season in York for the younger eligible daughters. Still… there’s been no chance at all for romance for Patience until fate intervenes. Will she allow herself time for love?
Richard, Viscount Cranfield has no desire to find a wife. He’s been perfectly content leading his carefree life until he’s charged with finding a suitable husband for his sister. He’ll travel to York for the Season only to become enchanted with a lovely young widow. Can he look past a ready-made family to possibly find love to fill his heart?
When several events have Patience and Richard crossing paths, she is hard pressed to forget her infatuation with the gentleman. Then there is the matter of her many responsibilities, along with Richard’s jealous ex-mistress who just may put an end to any sort of a relationship blossoming between Patience and Richard. Only time will tell if they can overlook their differences and allow love to conquer all.
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March 6, 2023
Medieval Monday with Sherry Ewing
Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to Medieval Monday! I thought I’d go back to the second book in my MacLaren series with an excerpt from A Knight to Call My Own! I just loved how Lynet and Ian’s story turned out and actually had one reader say this book should come with a warning label since she was crying while waiting in a doctor’s office. I’ll say my job was done! Happy reading and enjoy!
Excerpt:Ian ran his finger down one of her cheeks. She shivered in delight as her body naturally responded to the subtle caress. “We have not much time for speech, Lynet,” he whispered tenderly.
She saw his lips moving, but her feeble attempt to pay attention to his words failed her as panic of being alone with him began to set in. “What?”
He looked on her with an amused expression. “Dristan…he will come in search of us,” he answered. “I but wished to speak with you privately so we could come to an arrangement.”
“An arrangement?” Her eyes narrowed when she became suspicious of his motives for being here. Does he honestly believe he can just lay claim to me as easily as that?
“Aye.”
He does! Merciful heavens, did she appear to him as some simpleton, or merely a naive fool who would willingly come to him after a crook of his finger?
Lynet pulled out of his arms and stood behind a chair, as if this simple act of putting such an inconsequential piece of furniture between them in itself would protect her from his advances. “Surely, you jest, or did you not witness the spectacle outside our gates?” She was doing everything within her power not to let her temper flare out of control.
“Nay, I do not see the matter as something to jest about,” Ian replied, taking several steps towards her. “I would have thought you to be happy to see me after all this time, or am I mistaken?”
“I would have been happier if I had seen you afore you sent that bloody note!”
“I had nothing to offer you at the time ’twas written, Lynet. Surely, you can understand my plight and reasoning for sending such a missive.”
“I waited for you for all those years, and you wrote me but a few lines. A few lines, Ian!” Her fingers balled into fists at her side. Although, in truth, she would have liked to have beat them against his chest to drive the point of her frustration into his thick skin. How could he not know what his absence had done to her poor little heart?
“I told you at my leaving not to wait. Nothing changed over the years, and ’twas not ’til recently that I was told I should write so you could go on with your life.”
“You did not even write of your own accord?” she shouted at him and began shaking with fury.
A Knight To Call My OwnBy 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.
Buy Links ~ Available in eBook and paperback
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