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First Kiss Friday with guest Amy Quinton

Welcome, my lovelies, to another First Kiss Friday with my guest, Amy Quinton. Today Amy has an excerpt from her novel, What The Scot Hears. Isn’t this cover gorgeous? You might want to get out a fan… you’re going to love everything about this excerpt! Happy reading and enjoy!

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Excerpt:

His hand, just there before her, was large—oh, so much bigger than her own—and rough; the hands of a man who had seen plenty of hard work in his life.

She inhaled in steady, measured breaths, desperate to slow her racing pulse. What she got for her efforts was the complex scent of his very essence, the subtle hint of which sprang from his palm like a smoking candle.

His was an intricate aroma made up of the smell of leather from his gloves and a distinctive scent she’d come to associate specifically with MacLeod, an earthy note that brought to mind the trees in the forest and the soil beneath her feet—a clean and practical scent.

His skin was hot, so much warmer than hers; she could feel the heat emanating from him as she drew his hand near. She had the almost irresistible urge to cradle her cheek in his palm and soothe her wind-chapped cheeks there.

Then, there were his fingers; they were long and broad and strong, so capable of work, of strength, of pleasure…

She glanced up into his eyes, as she bent to touch her lips to his palm, determined to see to the task she’d fought so hard to perform.

She was taken aback by what she saw there. His pupils were dilated and sharp with desire. He had zeroed in on her mouth as if she wielded a veritable weapon.

Regardless of the obvious danger, she ignored all the signs she should stop. Instead, she carried on, inching his palm ever closer to her mouth.

He hissed in a quick breath the moment her lips touched his scorching hot skin and her heart jumped in time with the sound.

She closed her eyes then, suddenly unable to do what she needed to do. She was completely overwhelmed by the surge of emotion that flooded her, sensations she’d never, ever felt before with such intensity. She felt weightless and dizzy and warm all over. She squeezed her thighs together, for she tingled and ached in the very heart of her womanly center.

She couldn’t stop. She wanted more, so much more.

She touched her tongue to the center of his palm, no longer thinking of snake bites and poison, no longer thinking of anything but him and his skin and his touch.

MacLeod let out an unmistakable warning, “Mel…”

Amelia looked up and was taken aback by the portent in his blazing green eyes. He looked raw. He looked hungry. He looked determined. The emotions swirling in his gaze were almost frightening in their intensity.

Yet she touched her tongue to his palm again anyway proving she wasn’t afraid of his fire.

That was the final straw; like the snap of a leather strap pulled too taut, he growled one last time like the beast he was before he ripped his hand free and grabbed a hold of her, his lips descending to hers with unerring accuracy.

Oh, sweet God!

He demanded. He conquered. He assaulted every one of her senses.

His lips were soft, yet commanding and fierce. He reached in for a hard kiss, then pulled back. He turned his head and charged in again, then pulled back once more. Their kiss was a dance and a tease and a force all in one.

He paused in his assault and pleaded, “Oh God, Mel…open up for me, lass.”

And when she did, his lips and tongue plunged inside, invading her soul.

Right then and there, he claimed her. All of her.

Blurb

 England 1814: Reticent Scottish Lord pursues Mouthy, Independent, American Woman… She is an outspoken American orphan with a questionable past and a dubious purpose. He is a man of few words on the lookout for a traitor. How could they NOT get along?

Mrs. Amelia Chase is a highly-opinionated, 23-year-old woman from America on the run from her past with a penchant for self-preservation and a healthy love for Shakespearean insults. Much to a certain Scotsman’s dismay:

She isn’t:

Quiet—not with her tendency to talk to everyone about anything…
Demure—highly overrated if one cannot wear red and show off one’s curves…
Equine-savvy—she once fled some currish, toad-spotted, coxcombs—er, villains—in a stolen carriage at a pace slower than a meandering walk. Oh, and mistook a common mule for a thoroughbred. But other than that…

And she is:

Brave—Smart, Loyal, Witty. Er, charming. Plus, Modest, Lonely, Secretive—Um, forget that last part…
And In love—with a distrustful Highlander of all things…

Lord Alaistair MacLeod is an agent for the Crown and a man with secrets. He doesn’t speak of them, he doesn’t dwell on them, and he certainly doesn’t let them define his future. Much. One thing is for certain, he definitely doesn’t share his confidences with a peery, outspoken American woman who is obviously trouble, acts highly suspicious, and is far too nosy for her own good… No matter:

He is always:

Focused—men who cannot stay to task are foolish…
Pointed and Reserved—enough said…

And he isn’t:

Cheeky—like a certain American firebrand…
Led by his… ahem…even when following on the heels of a curvy, red-wearing… ahem
Or In love… especially not with a Troublesome, Meddlesome, so-called Independent American Woman…

Can he trust enough to embrace such an enigmatic woman? Can she awaken the passions of such an intensely private man?

Buy Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071XV5Y37

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/what-the-scot-hears-amy-quinton/1126255413?ean=2940154214626

KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/what-the-scot-hears

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1228183165

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Biography

 Historical Romance Author, Mother of Boys, American Wife of an Englishman, Crafter, Reader, Camper, Bluestocking Belle

Amy Quinton is an author and full time mom living in Summerville, SC. She enjoys writing (and reading!) sexy, historical romances. She lives with her husband, two boys, and three cats. In her spare time, she likes to go camping, hiking, and canoeing/kayaking… And did she mention reading? When she’s not reading or traveling, she likes to make jewelry, sew, knit, and crochet (Yay for Ravelry!).

https://amyquinton.net/

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00RUHIXZ0

Goodreads Author Page: https:/www.goodreads.com/author/show/10912294

Book Page: http://bit.ly/whatthescothears

Filed under: First Kiss Friday Tagged: #Amwriting, #BellesInBlue, Amy Quinton, Be My Guest, First Kiss Friday, Historical Romance, Scottish Romance

First Kiss Friday with guest Elizabeth Ellen Carter

Today on First Kiss Friday I’d like to welcome back Elizabeth Ellen Carter who will be sharing an excerpt from Revenge of the Corsairs. Happy reading and enjoy!

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Excerpt:

And suddenly they were just a hand’s span apart. He watched Laura take one of his hands in hers. Why had he never noticed the difference between a man’s hands and a woman’s? His fingers were long and tapered – one of things which made playing guitar easy for him, but Laura’s were more slender still. Then there was the color. His were tanned golden with the sun, but hers were like blush marble.

He remained mesmerized as she placed his hand on her belly, gently pressing until his hands spread over where the baby lay. He felt a movement and let out a gasp when what felt what appeared to be a tiny foot pressed into the palm of his hand.

There was a sentimental side of him – one he suspected he inherited from his own father – that wanted cry out at the miracle he’d been permitted to experience that moment. But instead, he swallowed and looked into Laura’s eyes. Their forget-me-not blue warmed him from within.

“He has been restless all evening. No matter what I do, I can’t get comfortable, but he settled as soon as he heard your voice. Say something, Elias.”

“I love you, Laura.”

He saw her eyes widen at the words then his mouth descended to hers. He thought the kiss would be brief, a light caress, but, as soon as his lips touched hers and felt their soft texture, it deepened. He felt Laura’s mouth open under his. Instinct born from years of longing guided where his experience lacked.

Their first kiss was everything he imagined it to be. The tentative touch of her tongue on his sent a jolt through him. He mirrored her action and was rewarded by a sigh that redoubled his own pleasure.

Eventually, it was he who stopped. He stroked one of Laura’s flushed cheeks; they were, indeed, as hot as their color indicated. But it was the look of surprise on her face that warmed him. No fear, no regret – perhaps no love yet, but he was a patient man.

Blurb

Rescued after two years a concubine in an Ottoman harem, former debutante Laura Cappleman faces a difficult journey back to normal life. As she travels to Palermo aboard Kit Hardacre’s ship, the Calliope, she is deeply traumatised – and pregnant to her kidnapper.

Laura rejects the emotional support of her long-time admirer, Calliope First Officer Elias Nash, and her cousin, Sophia, Kit’s wife. She withdraws into herself and her art. Finally, after giving birth, she decides to return to London, hoping to erase the torment of harem life from her mind.

Powerful Emir Selim Omar died on the day of Laura’s rescue, but his wickedness lives on in his third wife, Rabia, in whose household Laura was held. The ruthless widow may yet hold onto the favour and power she wielded as mother to Omar’s only male heir. However, as opportunists pick the Emir’s empire apart, the child is killed.

When Rabia learns Laura has given birth to a boy, the solution is obvious–the concubine is stolen property and so is the child sired by her late husband. She will take the boy and kill anyone in the way.

As Rabia’s assassins close in, Elias – both embraced and rejected by the damaged woman he loves, uncertain she will ever return, and alone in Palermo with a child to whom he has given his name – must take the battle to the enemy. Otherwise, there may be nothing for Laura to come home to.

Buy Links

Unfortunately I don’t have a release date or buy links for Revenge of the Corsairs just yet – soon! I promise! – but you can find out more about the origins of Laura and Elias’ story in Captive of the Corsairs – exclusively on Amazon $0.99 or free on Kindle Unlimited – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0721NSPJ6

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Biography

Elizabeth Ellen Carter is an award-winning historical romance writer who pens richly detailed historical romantic adventures. A former newspaper journalist, Carter ran an award-winning PR agency for 12 years. The author lives in Australia with her husband and two cats.

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Filed under: First Kiss Friday Tagged: #Amwriting, #BellesInBlue, Be My Guest, Blog, Elizabeth Ellen Carter, First Kiss Friday, Historical Romance

A Knight To Call My Own on audio book!

☆•* *•☆A Knight To Call My Own ~ On Audiobook☆•* *•☆




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A am so excited to announce that A Knight To Call My Own is now available in audio book. Mary Phillips from Riveting Narration does a lovely job bringing to life the story of Lynet from Clan MacLaren who first appeared in my debut novel, If My Heart Could See You . Did you know you can listen to both stories for free with your Audible trial? Thought you might like to know that because… well… it’s #FREE and everyone likes free, right?




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.



Audiobook Buy Links: 


Amazon  |  Audible  |  iTunes 



You can also find links to the eBook and paperback on the Book tab above. Enjoy and happy listening!

Filed under: New Releases Tagged: #Amwriting, #FREE, A Knight To Call My Own, audiobook, Friends to Lovers, Medieval Romance, New Release, Sherry Ewing

Medieval Monday ~ Congrats to…

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Today on Medieval Monday we are offering our congratulations to Karen Markuson who was the grand prize winner of our First Encounter theme giveaway. Karen won eCopy’s of all the books featured in this theme. Congratulations Karen!

Karen ~ You may already have my eBook, For All of Ever, that was featured in this giveaway. If not, please contact me at sherry@sherryewing.com so I can get you your prize.

Thanks to everyone who participated and followed my snippets these many weeks! We hope you enjoyed the first meet of our characters.

Filed under: Medieval Monday Tagged: #Amwriting, #MedievalHop, For All of Ever, Historical Romance, Medieval Monday, Medieval Romance, Sherry Ewing

First Kiss Friday with guest Caroline Warfield

It’s another First Kiss Friday and today I have my friend Caroline Warfield as my guest. Caroline has a new story out entitled Charlotte’s Christmas Vigil that is just in time for the holiday’s. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading!

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Excerpt:

“Don’t get up, Lottie. Are you well?” He raised the candle to see her face better. The purple smudges under her eyes hadn’t abated.

She looked back, puzzled. “Well enough. Why did you come?”

His eyes scanned her, from the glorious hair to the tips of those graceful toes. He tried to remind himself of his professional demeanor, but diagnosis played no part in this scrutiny.

“Salvo?” Lottie asked, her voice thick.

“I’m sorry, Lottie. You should not be embroiled in my family’s crisis.”

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She pulled her gown down to cover herself. He suspected she blushed rather in the semi-darkness, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away.

“I don’t mind. It feels good to be needed. Besides, David looks better every day. I have you to thank for that.”

His feet moved into the room before he could tell them to stop.

She frowned at him. “You look exhausted. You can’t care for patients all day and stay up all night. Let me take over with the boys.” She rose. “You get to your bed.”

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He had her in his arms before either could take another breath.

“Thank you,” he breathed against her mouth, just before he kissed her.

Lottie pulled back and gasped. He would have pulled back then, but a second later, she moved closer and pressed her mouth to his. He tasted her gently, but didn’t probe. He cupped her face, so he would not pull her up against his arousal, though he yearned to pull her close. He kissed her eyes and down her cheek before setting her away from him.

Lottie raised trembling fingers to her mouth. “Salvo?”

About the Book

Venice 1818

Lady Charlotte clings to one dream—to see the splendor of Rome before settling for life as the spinster sister of an earl. But now her feckless brother attempts to imitate his idol, Byron, by swimming the Grand Canal, falls ill, and forces her to wait again, stranded in Venice halfway to the place of her dreams. She finds the city damp, moldy, and riddled with disease.

As a physician, Salvatore Caresini well knows the danger of putrid fever. He lost his young wife to it, leaving him alone to care for their rambunctious children. He isn’t about to let the lovely English lady risk her life nursing her brother.

But Christmas is coming, that season of miracles, and with it, perhaps, lessons for two lonely people: that love heals the deepest wounds and sometimes the deepest dreams aren’t what we expect.

Available now from Amazon or Barnes & Noble

For other formats see Smashwords

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About the Author

Caroline Warfield grew up in a perapatetic army family and had a varied career (largely around libraries and technology) before retiring to the urban wilds of Eastern Pennsylvania, and divides her time between writing and seeking adventures with her grandbuddy and the prince among men she married.

You can find her here:

Website

Amazon Page

Good Reads

Facebook

Twitter

Newsletter

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The Teatime Tattler

Filed under: First Kiss Friday Tagged: Be My Guest, Bluestocking Belles, Caroline Warfield, Christmas, Historical Romance, Holiday, New Release

#MedievalMonday ~ Final chance at our Giveaway!

Hello Gentle Readers and welcome to Medieval Monday. This week is a last chance to enter our First Encounter giveaway that we’ve been holding for the past several weeks.  If you’ve missed out on posting comments on any of my snippets, here’s your chance to do so. We’ll choose a winner next Monday for all the books featured in this theme. Everyone loves #FREE books, right?

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Here’s a recap of my excerpts  and who’s blog they can be found on for my medieval & time travel novel, FOR ALL OF EVER: THE KNIGHTS OF BERWYCK, A QUEST THROUGH TIME NOVEL and good luck!

Week One: Cathy McRae

Week Two: Jenna Jaxon

Week Three: Ruth A. Casie

Week Four: Bambi Lynn

Week Five: Lane McFarland

Week Six: Judith Sterling Marshall

Week Seven: Mary Morgan

Week Eight: Barbara Bettis

Week Nine: Nicole Locke

Week Ten: Ceci Gilternan

Week Eleven: Laurel O’Donnell

Week Twelve: Ashley York

Week Thirteen: Elisabeth Hobbes

Week Fourteen: Sherry Ewing

Blurb:

Sometimes to find your future you must look to the past…

Katherine Wakefield has dreamed and written of her knight in shining armor all her life. Never finding a man to measure up to the one of her imagination, she and her three closest friends take a vacation to England. Yet strange things begin happening while visiting Bamburgh castle, but how could they have known they’d find themselves thrown back more than eight hundred years into the past?

Riorden de Deveraux travels to Bamburgh answering the summons of King Henry II knowing his past life is about to catch up with him. But nothing prepares him for the beautiful vision of a strangely clad ghost who first appears in his chamber, let alone the fact he begins having a conversation with her.

Centuries are keeping them apart until Time gives them a chance at finding love. But there are obstacles threatening the fragile bit of hope that Riorden and Katherine can remain together. Will the past of one consume what their future may hold, or will Time take the decision from them and hurdle Katherine forward to where she truly belongs?

Buy Links:

Amazon |Amazon AU | Amazon CA |   Amazon UK

Filed under: Medieval Monday Tagged: #MedievalHop, For All of Ever, Ghosts, Historical Romance, Medieval Monday, Medieval Romance, Sherry Ewing, Time Travel

First Kiss Friday with guest Mary Morgan

It’s always a pleasure when I can bring back my friend Mary Morgan for another First Kiss Friday! Today Mary will be giving you a sneak peak of her soon to be released novella, A Highland Moon Enchantment. Happy reading and enjoy!

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His mind screamed to stay rooted in his chair, but his body betrayed him. Standing, he reached for her hand. “I will escort ye to your chamber.”

She eyed him with curiosity and stood. “Nae. Take me to the north wall. I hear the view of the loch is one that steals the breath from your lungs.”

“Done.” When her fingers slipped into his, Desmond fought the urge to crush her to his chest.

Placing her soft hand in the crook of his arm, he led her quickly out of the hall and up the stairs. Bending to the left, he took her along a corridor and up a narrow circular pathway. The torches flickered as he approached the door leading to the north wall.

A cold draft blew by them, and she shivered. Instantly, regret filled him realizing he had not considered to bring a cloak for her.

Desmond paused by the door. “Ye should not venture out into the biting cold without a cloak.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I simply wish to capture a quick look, not spend the night sleeping out there.”

Shaking his head, he pushed open the massive oak door. Brittle air slapped at his face while they made their way up along the wall.

“’Tis cold,” she muttered, but chuckled softly and hugged his arm. “But ye are warm.”

“We shall not tarry long,” he assured her and placed a warm hand over hers.

“Oh, sweet Goddess. Look at the moon, Desmond. Her light shimmers over the water. I have now witnessed the charm of the loch in sunlight and moonlight. Though our rivers are stunning on their own, they cannae rival this view. As I have told ye, our island is shrouded in mists, so ye cannae see verra far out into the sea.”

Desmond’s focus was not on the moon, but the beauty standing beside him. To take what he dared not possess. He marveled at her delight of the striking scene.

Ailsa turned toward him. “Thank ye, Desmond, truly.”

Her nearness was overpowering, seducing him in a way he had never known. Desmond cupped her chin. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in invitation. Moonlight and lust danced within her eyes. No longer did he battle with his mind and body, and he slowly lowered his head.

And under the silent whisper of a full moon, Desmond captured her soft lips within his own. He

could taste her sweetness mixed with the wine, and desire shot through his veins. His hands shook as he placed them securely on her waist. As he deepened the kiss, she placed her hands around his neck. Desmond groaned, crushing her body against him.

A HIGHLAND MOON ENCHANTMENT by Mary Morgan **

Release date: November 17, 2017

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press 

Genre: Historical, Medieval, Scottish, Paranormal, Romance, Holiday

Length: Novella

**A tale from the Order of the Dragon Knights

Blurb:

Irish warrior, Desmond O’Quinlan has never surrendered his heart to any woman. He has no wish to have his soul tortured by love. Yet, the moment he locks gazes with Ailsa, his fate is destined for an adventure he never fathomed. He may have battled alongside a Dragon Knight, but his greatest challenge will come from within his own heart.

Ailsa MacDuff, a warrior among her clan, has no desire to have a man chain her to a life of obedience. However, that is before she meets Desmond. The temptation to allow this warrior inside her heart is a risk she dares to take, but one that could lead to a future of emptiness and sorrow.

When betrayal looms from within, the battleground of love is no match for these two warriors. Can the power of a Highland full moon be strong enough to unite or destroy them?

Buy Links:

AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0767QVJBX/

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-highland-moon-enchantment-mary-morgan/1127176325

Apple iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/a-highland-moon-enchantment/id1294140045?mt=11

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/Highland-Enchantment-Order-Dragon-Knights-ebook/dp/B0767QVJBX/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Highland-Enchantment-Order-Dragon-Knights-ebook/dp/B0767QVJBX/

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/d/Highland-Enchantment-Order-Dragon-Knights-ebook/B0767QVJBX/

The Wild Rose Press: https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/5347-a-highland-moon-enchantment.html

ORDER OF THE DRAGON KNIGHTS

 Dare to journey with the Dragon Knights of Scotland!

They were an ancient order descended from the great Tuatha De Danann, a tribe from the Goddess Danu. Half human and half fae, each blessed with mystical powers. They were also given holy relics and guardianship over the dragons.

With the dawn of Christianity, the dragons were systematically hunted down and slain leaving only one. The Dragon Knights took her from Ireland to a land across the sea, settling in the Great Glen near Urquhart. The clan was known as the MacKay clan, descendants from the MacAoidh.

Yet, there were those who deemed the Order had too much power, and they tried to possess it for themselves. They were evil and twisted, and their plan succeeded one fateful night. A battle was fought and their sister was killed.

The Clan Mackay is no longer.

The Dragon Knights scattered across the land.

Yet out of the darkness, they will each fight for redemption.

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076CX243N/

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Award-winning Scottish paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.

Mary’s passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn’t until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling–writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.

If you enjoy history, tortured heroes, and a wee bit of magic, then time-travel within the pages of her books.

Social Media Links:

WEBSITE:  http://www.marymorganauthor.com

BLOG:  http://www.marymorganauthor.com/blog

TWITTER:  http://twitter.com/m_morganauthor

FACEBOOK AUTHOR PAGE: https://www.facebook.com/MaryMorganAuthor/

FACEBOOK:  http://www.facebook.com/mary.morgan.564

GOODREADS:  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8271002.Mary_Morgan

AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE:  http://www.amazon.com/Mary-Morgan/e/B00KPE3NWI/

PINTEREST:  www.pinterest.com/marymorgan50/

INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/marymorgan2/

BOOKBUB: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/mary-morgan

Filed under: First Kiss Friday Tagged: #Amwriting, Be My Guest, First Kiss Friday, Historical Romance, Mary Morgan, Scottish Romance

Medieval Monday with yours truly, Sherry Ewing & a Giveaway!

Gentle Readers: Today ends our First Encounter theme for Medieval Monday and instead of a small snippet, I’m going to give you the remainder of the chapter from FOR ALL OF EVER: THE KNIGHTS OF BERWYCK, A QUEST THROUGH TIME NOVEL (Book One). It is my hope that you’ve enjoyed this theme and getting to know the writing of some incredible medieval authors. Thanks to all who participated and the winner will be announced soon.

So, without further ado, I bring you my excerpt from FOR ALL OF EVER. Remember to leave me a comment here on my blog so you can up your chances at our giveaway. I hope you enjoy this excerpt as much as I had writing it. Happy reading!

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Excerpt:

“I know not what you speak of, damsel. I wish you no ill will, but I cannot in all good conscience help you save your soul. Only God can forgive you of your sins whilst you were here on earth. You must atone for your sins to Him.”

“You don’t understand…” the ghost began, but Riorden held up his hand to halt any further words.

“Aye, you have that aright. I do not understand any of the past two days, nor do I wish to. I just want my life to return to the hellish circumstances put afore me of late that I must needs attend to. Those, I can comprehend and deal with, but not this…this absurdity with visions of ghosts, playing tricks inside my head. I say this to you again…be gone fair maiden, and may you rest in peace!”

She nodded her head, as if she finally understood his words to leave him be. But ’twas the tears coursing down her cheeks and the look of grief in her eyes that made him realize he had erred in not trying further to help her cause. He took a step forwards, but ’twas too late to offer her what solace he might afford her. He could already feel her slipping from his side.

She slowly backed away from him. “Oh God… I don’t even know your name,” she sobbed across his mind, and was gone.

“Katherine!” Riorden rasped out, for he felt an unfamiliar loneliness creep upon him as she vanished, yet again, afore his eyes. For one brief instant, when he had watched her crying, he had felt a connection to another he never thought would find him again. Her disappearance left him feeling bereft and out of sorts. Confused with his inner thoughts, he could only stand there in a daze. At least, he could tell himself he knew her name. Merde… what had he done?

 

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Blurb:

Sometimes to find your future, you must look to the past…

Katherine Wakefield has dreamed and written of her knight in shining armor all her life. Never finding a man to measure up to the one of her imagination, she and her three closest friends take a dream vacation to England. Yet, strange things begin happening while visiting Bamburgh Castle, but how could they have known they’d find themselves thrown back more than eight hundred years into the past?

Riorden de Deveraux travels to Bamburgh answering the summons of King Henry II knowing his past life is about to catch up with him. But nothing prepares him for the beautiful vision of a strangely clad ghost who first appears in his chamber, let alone the fact he begins having a conversation with her.

Centuries are keeping them apart until Time gives them a chance at finding love. But there are obstacles threatening the fragile bit of hope that Riorden and Katherine can remain together. Will the past of one consume what their future may hold, or will Time take the decision from them and hurtle Katherine forward to where she truly belongs?

Buy Links:

Amazon US |Amazon AU | Amazon CA |   Amazon UK

Filed under: Medieval Monday Tagged: #Amwriting, #MedievalHop, For All of Ever, Ghosts, Historical Romance, Knights, Medieval Monday, Medieval Romance, Time Travel

First Kiss Friday with Sherry Ewing & The Piper’s Lady!

Any time an author launch’s a new book into the world is always a wonderful day! I will admit The Piper’s Lady, releasing tomorrow within the Bluestocking Belles’ 2017 anthology Never Too Late, came as a huge surprise. It was as though Garrick of Clan MacLaren just jumped into my head and began demanding my attention to tell his story. I couldn’t resist letting the man have his way. So come back with me in time to my Knights of Berwyck series where Garrick first appeared as a secondary character in my debut novel, If My Heart Could See You. It’s First Kiss Friday, after all, and everyone loves to read a first kiss scene. Happy reading and enjoy, gentle readers…

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Excerpt:

“’Tis a pleasure tae be of service tae ye once more, my lady,” Garrick said, again not correcting her assumption he had been knighted. He should do so whilst they had the rare opportunity of being alone. Still, he could not forget the earlier scene he had witnessed just a short time ago and mayhap ’twas his reasoning to let her think on him favorably for a short while longer. “Let us see what we can do about getting ye out of the tree now, shall we?”

Coira began to scoot off the branch whilst attempting to keep her skirts in place. Garrick lifted his arms to catch her, but suddenly, Coira lost her grip on the tree. Another startled scream was torn from her lips as she began to fall.

Garrick once more captured the woman in his arms as they fell to the ground in a heap. In a repeat performance, he rolled to bear the impact ’til she was captured beneath him. Hazel eyes stared at him in wonder, and his heart lurched in his chest.

[image error]“Sir Garrick…” His named passed her lips in a breathy whisper.

“Lady Coira…” he answered, and afore common sense returned to him, he leaned down and placed his lips upon her own.

By God’s Bones, he must be mad, he thought even as her arms pressed their way over his shoulders and wrapped themselves around his neck. His mouth moved over hers gently for he did not wish to scare her. ’Twas an exploration… a first-time meeting of two souls as their breaths exchanged with one another. He was lost ’til a low throaty moan escaped her and brought him back to the reality of what he was doing.

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He broke off their kiss and jumped up as though he had been burned, which was not far from the truth. Bloody hell! If Coira were in truth Morgan’s lady, the knight would skewer him alive and see his head placed on a pike outside Berwyck’s gates for taking such a liberty. He would not think of what Lord Dristan would do to his remains since the lady was also under his watchful eye.

He began cursing and pacing back and forth ’til he realized he had left the lady of his musing lying on the hard ground. She had propped herself up on her elbows and was watching him intently. He came to her and held out his hand to help her rise. Her fingers slipped into his palm, and he once more forgot about everything else but the lady he pulled up to stand.

Her knees gave out, and she once more fell into his arms as they stumbled up against the very oak that began the downfall of his life as he knew it. Garrick reached out to steady them whilst her back was up against the solid trunk. He clearly had no sense left in his head whilst he rested his arm above her head and stared down at the beautiful woman who was beginning to claim his heart.

“Coira…” he murmured. “’Tis a beautiful Gaelic name, but I am surprised ye are called such for an English woman.”

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Never Too Late:

A Bluestocking Belles Collection

Release Date: November 04, 2017

25% of proceeds benefit the Malala Fund

Eight authors and eight different takes on four dramatic elements selected by our readers—an older heroine, a wise man, a Bible,

and a compromising situation that isn’t.

Set in a variety of locations around the world over eight centuries, welcome to the romance of the Bluestocking Belles’ 2017 Holiday and More Anthology.

It’s Never Too Late to find love.

1181 ~ The Piper’s Lady by Sherry Ewing

True love binds them. Deceit divides them. Will they choose love?

1354 ~ Her Wounded Heart by Nicole Zoltack

A solitary widow, a landless knight, and a crumbling castle.

1645 ~ A Year Without Christmas by Jessica Cale

An earl and his housekeeper face their feelings for one another in the midst of the English Civil War.

1795 ~ The Night of the Feast by Elizabeth Ellen Carter

One night to risk it all in the midst of the French Revolution.

1814 ~ The Umbrella Chronicles: George & Dorothea’s Story by Amy Quinton

The Umbrella Strikes Again: St. Vincent’s downfall (aka betrothal) is assured.

1814 ~ A Malicious Rumor by Susana Ellis

A harmonious duo is better than two lonely solos for a violinist and a lady gardener.

1886 ~ Forged in Fire by Jude Knight

Forged in volcanic fire, their love will create them anew.

1916 ~ Roses in Picardy by Caroline Warfield

In the darkness of war, hope flickers. In the gardens of Picardy, love catches fire.

Buy Links:

Amazon US  | Barnes & Noble   | iBooks  |  Kobo | Smashwords

Amazon AU  |  Amazon BR  |  Amazon CA  |  Amazon DE  |  Amazon ES  |  Amazon FR  |  Amazon IN  |  Amazon IT  |  Amazon JP  | Amazon MX  |  Amazon NL  |  Amazon UK

 

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Be sure to join the Bluestocking Belles’ Facebook launch event tomorrow. We’d love to have you help us celebrate our latest box set! Just click here.

Filed under: First Kiss Friday Tagged: #Amwriting, #BellesInBlue, Bluestocking Belles, First Kiss Friday, Friends to Lovers, Historical Romance, Medieval Romance, New Release, Novella, Sherry Ewing

Medieval Monday with Sherry Ewing & The Piper’s Lady!

Any time an author launch’s a new book into the world is always a wonderful day! I will admit The Piper’s Lady, releasing tomorrow within the Bluestocking Belles’ 2017 anthology Never Too Late, came as a huge surprise. It was as though Garrick of Clan MacLaren just jumped into my head and began demanding my attention to tell his story. I couldn’t resist letting the man have his way. So come back with me in time to my Knights of Berwyck series where Garrick first appeared as a secondary character in my debut novel, If My Heart Could See You. It’s First Kiss Friday, after all, and everyone loves to read a first kiss scene. Happy reading and enjoy, gentle readers…

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Excerpt:

“’Tis a pleasure tae be of service tae ye once more, my lady,” Garrick said, again not correcting her assumption he had been knighted. He should do so whilst they had the rare opportunity of being alone. Still, he could not forget the earlier scene he had witnessed just a short time ago and mayhap ’twas his reasoning to let her think on him favorably for a short while longer. “Let us see what we can do about getting ye out of the tree now, shall we?”

Coira began to scoot off the branch whilst attempting to keep her skirts in place. Garrick lifted his arms to catch her, but suddenly, Coira lost her grip on the tree. Another startled scream was torn from her lips as she began to fall.

Garrick once more captured the woman in his arms as they fell to the ground in a heap. In a repeat performance, he rolled to bear the impact ’til she was captured beneath him. Hazel eyes stared at him in wonder, and his heart lurched in his chest.

[image error]“Sir Garrick…” His named passed her lips in a breathy whisper.

“Lady Coira…” he answered, and afore common sense returned to him, he leaned down and placed his lips upon her own.

By God’s Bones, he must be mad, he thought even as her arms pressed their way over his shoulders and wrapped themselves around his neck. His mouth moved over hers gently for he did not wish to scare her. ’Twas an exploration… a first-time meeting of two souls as their breaths exchanged with one another. He was lost ’til a low throaty moan escaped her and brought him back to the reality of what he was doing.

[image error]

He broke off their kiss and jumped up as though he had been burned, which was not far from the truth. Bloody hell! If Coira were in truth Morgan’s lady, the knight would skewer him alive and see his head placed on a pike outside Berwyck’s gates for taking such a liberty. He would not think of what Lord Dristan would do to his remains since the lady was also under his watchful eye.

He began cursing and pacing back and forth ’til he realized he had left the lady of his musing lying on the hard ground. She had propped herself up on her elbows and was watching him intently. He came to her and held out his hand to help her rise. Her fingers slipped into his palm, and he once more forgot about everything else but the lady he pulled up to stand.

Her knees gave out, and she once more fell into his arms as they stumbled up against the very oak that began the downfall of his life as he knew it. Garrick reached out to steady them whilst her back was up against the solid trunk. He clearly had no sense left in his head whilst he rested his arm above her head and stared down at the beautiful woman who was beginning to claim his heart.

“Coira…” he murmured. “’Tis a beautiful Gaelic name, but I am surprised ye are called such for an English woman.”

[image error]

Never Too Late:

A Bluestocking Belles Collection

Release Date: November 04, 2017

25% of proceeds benefit the Malala Fund

Eight authors and eight different takes on four dramatic elements selected by our readers—an older heroine, a wise man, a Bible,

and a compromising situation that isn’t.

Set in a variety of locations around the world over eight centuries, welcome to the romance of the Bluestocking Belles’ 2017 Holiday and More Anthology.

It’s Never Too Late to find love.

1181 ~ The Piper’s Lady by Sherry Ewing

True love binds them. Deceit divides them. Will they choose love?

1354 ~ Her Wounded Heart by Nicole Zoltack

A solitary widow, a landless knight, and a crumbling castle.

1645 ~ A Year Without Christmas by Jessica Cale

An earl and his housekeeper face their feelings for one another in the midst of the English Civil War.

1795 ~ The Night of the Feast by Elizabeth Ellen Carter

One night to risk it all in the midst of the French Revolution.

1814 ~ The Umbrella Chronicles: George & Dorothea’s Story by Amy Quinton

The Umbrella Strikes Again: St. Vincent’s downfall (aka betrothal) is assured.

1814 ~ A Malicious Rumor by Susana Ellis

A harmonious duo is better than two lonely solos for a violinist and a lady gardener.

1886 ~ Forged in Fire by Jude Knight

Forged in volcanic fire, their love will create them anew.

1916 ~ Roses in Picardy by Caroline Warfield

In the darkness of war, hope flickers. In the gardens of Picardy, love catches fire.

Buy Links:

Amazon US  | Barnes & Noble   | iBooks  |  Kobo | Smashwords

Amazon AU  |   Amazon BR   |   Amazon CA  |   Amazon DE  |   Amazon ES  |   Amazon FR  |   Amazon IN  |   Amazon IT  |   Amazon JP  | Amazon MX  |   Amazon NL  |  Amazon UK

Be sure to join the Bluestocking Belles’ Facebook launch event tomorrow. We’d love to have you help us celebrate our latest box set! Just click here.

Filed under: First Kiss Friday Tagged: #Amwriting, #BellesInBlue, First Kiss Friday, Friends to Lovers, Historical Romance, Medieval Romance, Scottish Romance, Sherry Ewing