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11/17/2014 0 Comments Medieval Monday with Laura Strickland Last week was the official last post for Medieval Monday until after the holidays, but I couldn't resist just one more.
Today I have Laura Strickland and her novel, Lord of Sherwood: The Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy Book Three Release date: 8/8/14 Blurb: Curlew Champion, master archer, has always known his destiny. With his cousin, Heron Scarlet, he will become a guardian of Sherwood Forest and further his people’s fight against Norman Tyranny. But the third member of the triad is still to be revealed, the woman who will complete the magical circle and, perhaps, answer the longing in Curlew’s heart. Anwyn Montfort has fled disgrace in Shrewsbury and come to Nottingham at her father’s bidding. He wishes her to make a good marriage and settle down. But the wildness that possesses her refuses to quiet. She knows she’s been searching for something all her life, but not until she glimpses Curlew does her spirit begin to hope it has found its home. Only the magic of Sherwood can bring them together, and only their union can complete the spell woven so long ago … Excerpt: Aye, Curlew thought ruefully, she could not be ruined more completely than at his hands last night. And if he sent her home with his child in her belly, what then? He realized, with a shock, he did not even know her given name. A bit brusquely he said, “Gather up your clothing, lass. Cover yourself. You must go home.” “Nay.” “Do not be daft. Of course you must. Your father will be beside himself.” “You promised.” “Eh?” Stubborn light flashed in her eyes. “You gave a vow last night that you would never send me away from you.” Had he? Dismay crashed down upon Curlew like a hurled stone. But he had thought she was the Lady, asking from him a vow of devotion. He did not know he spoke words to a mortal woman. He got to his feet, heedless of his nakedness, and began collecting her shed garments and thrusting them at her. “To be sure, you will go home.” “Nottingham is not my home.” She tipped back her head to look at him. “I belong nowhere, except maybe here with you.” Curlew shook his head violently. He turned from her and took up his own clothing, pulled his sark over his head even as she watched, donned his leather tunic, then slid into his leather leggings. “Master Curlew?” He turned back to her swiftly. She sat with her chemise clutched to those tantalizing breasts, her eyes wide with inquiry. “Listen to me, Mistress Montfort. You are not for me, nor I for you.” “But last night—” “Despite last night.” In spite of the wonder and magic of it, the undeniable sense of rightness. “For I have a destiny before me, one I cannot escape, and would not if I could. I regret, but you have chosen the wrong man.” She got to her feet, her clothing still caught against her. The autumn sun, filtering through the leaves, warmed her hair to amber-gold. “I do not believe that.” “You must. Now dress yourself. I will see you safe to the edge of the forest.” She did not move. Like a goddess she stood and looked at him with defiance. Curlew felt an unexpected twinge of sympathy for Montfort. Who could fail to love this lass, or be driven beyond endurance by her? “Please,” he said. The corners of her mouth twitched. “I regret, my lord, I would do most anything to please you. Anything but that.” * * * Buy and media links: Available from: Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Lord-Sherwood-Guardians-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00MG7JNVM/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=1-1&qid=1408275716 Amazon.ca: http://www.amazon.ca/Lord-Sherwood-Guardians-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00MG7JNVM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1408276444&sr=8-1&keywords=Lord+of+Sherwood Amazon.uk: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lord-Sherwood-Guardians-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00MG7JNVM/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1408276580&sr=1-1&keywords=Lord+of+Sherwood The Wild Rose Press: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=242_176_138&products_id=5755 All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-lordofsherwood-1588198-153.html KOBO: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/lord-of-sherwood Googleplay: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Laura_Strickland_Lord_of_Sherwood?id=44I7BAAAQBAJ Author web page: www.laurastricklandbooks.com Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Laura-Strickland/e/B001KHSACW/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1408276940&sr=1-2-ent Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000002632317 Book Trailer for The Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZvJC__mD5s
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11/10/2014 0 Comments Medieval Monday with Jenna Jaxon When Lady Alyse de Courcy is betrothed to Sir Geoffrey Longford, she has no choice but to make the best of a bad bargain. The hulking knight is far from her ideal man, and although he does possess some wit and charm, he is no match for the sinfully sensual man she secretly admires, Thomas, Earl of Braeton, her betrothed’s best friend.
From the first, Sir Geoffrey finds himself smitten by Lady Alyse, and, despite her infatuation with his friend, vows to win her love. When Geoffrey puts his mind to wooing Alyse, he is delighted to find her succumbing to his seduction. But when cruel circumstances separate them, Geoffrey must watch helplessly as Thomas steps in to protect Alyse—and falls in love with her himself. As the three courtiers accompany Princess Joanna to her wedding in Spain, they run headlong into the Black Plague. With her world plunged into chaos, Alyse struggles with her feelings for both the men she loves. But which love will survive? Excerpt: “Lady Alyse de Courcy!” King Edward called out again, bringing Alyse’s head up like a startled deer. “Present yourself before the court.” Alyse shot off her seat. Oh, Lord! She had kept King Edward waiting. “I beg pardon, sire.” She hurried from behind the table, too aware of all the eyes now on her. As she moved to stand before the king, the low drone of many voices rose around the room. “Impudent girl.” “I’d not want to be in her place.” “Do you think the king will…” Each snatch of conversation made her heart beat faster. What will he do to me? Her normal embarrassment at being the center of attention tripled at the thought of this blatant lapse of protocol. She stopped several feet from the dais and the room hushed as though everyone held their breath. “What do you require of me, Majesty?” Her mouth so dry she could taste sand, Alyse fought to speak in a normal tone. With a sigh of relief, she dropped into a deep curtsy, hiding her face in the folds of her skirt. If only she could remain bowed thus before His Majesty for the remainder of the evening. King Edward laughed. “Obedience, Lady Alyse, as I require of all my subjects. As your father requires of his daughter.” Her heart thumped wildly in her breast. That could mean but one thing. “Rise, my lady.” She did so on unsteady feet. “I am ready, as always, Your Majesty, to obey my father as I would you.” Holy Mary, let it be Lord Braeton. King Edward lifted an eyebrow toward Alyse. “A very pretty answer, my lady. And are you ready to accept your father’s decree for your betrothal? His messenger has today reached me with the contract, as I am to stand in his stead in this matter.” Alyse took a deep breath and hoped her voice did not tremble. “Yea, Majesty, I will obey my father.” King Edward nodded and leaned over to whisper something to Queen Phillipa, who sat beside him, heavy with their twelfth child. Mere seconds before she learned her fate. She could scarce affect an indifferent pose before the court when inside every inch of her quivered with anticipation of the name. His name, pray God, on the king’s lips. Thomas. In her mind, she heard the word. The king straightened, glanced at her then at the man by her side. “What say you then, Sir Geoffrey? Does the lady not speak fair? I vow she will make you a proper wife and a dutiful one as well.” Alyse turned, until that moment unaware that Geoffrey Longford stood beside her. Chills coursed down her body as the king’s words echoed in her mind. The sensation of falling backward assailed her, as though she rushed away from the tall man at her side even as his figure loomed larger and larger in her sight. Not Lord Braeton. Her numbed brain repeated the phrase, trying to comprehend that instead he would be her husband. Geoffrey Longford. God have mercy on me, for by the look of him, this man will not. * * * Buy Links: Time Enough to Love (print) Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Time-Enough-Love-Jenna-Jaxon/dp/1500867926/ref=sr_1_cc_2?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1410173549&sr=1-2-catcorr&keywords=Time+enough+to+love Betrothal, Betrayal, Beleaguered : Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=sr_nr_p_n_feature_browse-b_mrr_0?rh=n%3A283155%2Ck%3ATime+enough+to+love%2Cp_n_feature_browse-bin%3A618073011&keywords=Time+enough+to+love&ie=UTF8&qid=1410226747&rnid=618072011 Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/JEnna-jaxon?store=allproducts&keyword=JEnna+jaxon ARe: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html * * * AUTHOR BIO Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage. Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as a member of Chesapeake Romance Writers. Her debut novel, Only Scandal Will Do, is the first in her House of Pleasure series, set in Georgian London. Her medieval novel, Time Enough to Love, is a Romeo & Juliet-esque tale, set at the time of the Black Death. Find Jenna online at: BLOG: http://jennajaxon.wordpress.com/ FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jenna-Jaxon/146857578723570 GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4960704.Jenna_Jaxon TWITTER: @Jenna_Jaxon She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.  We're talking Vikings today on Medieval Monday! #medievalmonday
Viking Fire – historical romance with a touch of magic In 856 CE, Ireland is a land of myth, magic, and blood. Viking raiders have fought the Irish for over half a century. Rival Irish clans promise only betrayal and carnage. Kaireen, daughter of Laird Liannon, is suddenly forced into an arranged marriage with her sworn enemy, a Viking. She refuses to submit. With no mention of love, only land and the protection of her clan, she endeavors to get her betrothed banished from her country. Will love find its way around her stubborn heart? Bram, the Viking, finds himself without future or inheritance as a younger son in his family. A marriage to the Laird’s daughter would grant him land if he swears fidelity and if his men will fight along with the Liannons against any foe—Irish or Viking. However, the Laird’s feisty daughter only holds animosity for him and his kind. Is marriage worth the battle scars of such a relentless opponent? With the blame for a rival laird’s death treacherously set against the Liannons, Kaireen and Bram must find a way to lay aside their differences as an unforeseen darkness sends death snapping at their heels. Excerpt: “I renounce Father for this.” Kaireen threw the elderberry gown. “Shame on you and your children for speaking such.” Her handmaid, Elva, gathered the damask and then dusted off the rushes. “It’s a wonder one of the clim has not scolded you from your hearth for such talk.” “No, curse Father for a fool.” She plopped on her bed and a goose feather floated away. With a huff, she leaned against the oak headboard. Red curtains puffed like a robin’s chest around oak poles supporting her wooden canopy. Her bare feet brushed against the stone floor. “You know your da arranged a marriage within a season.” Elva smirked. Kaireen shook her head. “To another land holder,” and waved a hand in disgust, “not t-this heathen. Twice they raided our land in the last month alone. Now father wants me as wife to one of them?” She clenched her fists. “No, I will not marry this Viking.” Elva smiled, reminding Kaireen of the rumors of her handmaid’s uncanny foresight. Whispers of Elva making strange things happen and often blamed as the cause of Kaireen’s stubborn refusal to behave as a laird’s daughter should. “You’ve not seen him yet.” Elva wiggled her brows. “So?” Kaireen shrugged. “I would like to never see him.” “Well then, would you not like to know if you have a handsome husband or not?” She waited for her response, but Kaireen scowled. Elva chuckled. “I would rather get a good look at him now than the morning after.” Kaireen’s ears heated. “I am not marrying.” She shook her head for emphasis. “So there will be no morning, nor night, nor wedding.” “If he is handsome, I may fight you for him.” Elva smiled, deepening the wrinkles around her eyes. “Welcome to him either way.” Kaireen laughed. * * * Viking Fire Book Trailer: Viking Fire Amazon: http://goo.gl/71VAsf Viking Fire B & N: http://goo.gl/EvBxwf Viking Fire iTunes: http://goo.gl/fQuKBd  The Good Knight- An enthralling story, sympathetic characters and a visit to another time, another culture. What more can you ask of an author? – Medieval Mysteries (medievalmysteries.com)
Intrigue, suspicion, and rivalry among the royal princes casts a shadow on the court of Owain, king of north Wales… The year is 1143 and King Owain seeks to unite his daughter in marriage with an allied king. But when the groom is murdered on the way to his wedding, the bride’s brother tasks his two best detectives—Gareth, a knight, and Gwen, the daughter of the court bard—with bringing the killer to justice. And once blame for the murder falls on Gareth himself, Gwen must continue her search for the truth alone, finding unlikely allies in foreign lands, and ultimately uncovering a conspiracy that will shake the political foundations of Wales. The Good Knight is free at all Amazon stores Kobo Smashwords Apple iBookstore Barnes and Noble Paperback at Amazon Paperback at Amazon UK With two historian parents, Sarah couldn’t help but develop an interest in the past. She went on to get more than enough education herself (in anthropology) and began writing fiction when the stories in her head overflowed and demanded she let them out. While her ancestry is Welsh, she only visited Wales for the first time while in college. She has been in love with the country, language, and people ever since. She even convinced her husband to give all four of their children Welsh names. With over 300,000 books sold, Sarah is the author of 17 novels and 2 novellas, all set in medieval Wales. She is currently working on the next Gareth & Gwen Medieval Mystery. Sarah’s web page: www.sarahwoodbury.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sarahwoodburybooks Twitter: https://twitter.com/SarahWoodbury Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/user/SarahWoodburyBooks/ Excerpt: The Good KnightChapter One August, 1143 AD Gwynedd (North Wales) “Look at you, girl.” Gwen’s father, Meilyr, tsked under his breath and brought his borrowed horse closer to her side of the path. He’d been out of sorts since early morning when he’d found his horse lame and King Anarawd and his company of soldiers had left the castle without them, refusing to wait for Meilyr to find a replacement mount. Anarawd’s men-at-arms would have provided Meilyr with the fine escort he coveted. “You’ll have no cause for complaint once we reach Owain Gwynedd’s court.” A breeze wafted over Gwen’s face and she closed her eyes, letting her pony find his own way for a moment. “I won’t embarrass you at the wedding.” “If you cared more for your appearance, you would have been married yourself years ago and given me grandchildren long since.” Gwen opened her eyes, her forehead wrinkling in annoyance. “And whose fault is it that I’m unmarried?” Her fingers flexed about the reins but she forced herself to relax. Her present appearance was her own doing, even if her father found it intolerable. In her bag, she had fine clothes and ribbons to weave through her hair, but saw no point in sullying any of them on the long journey to Aber Castle. King Owain Gwynedd’s daughter was due to marry King Anarawd in three days’ time. Owain Gwynedd had invited Gwen, her father, and her almost twelve-year old brother, Gwalchmai, to furnish the entertainment for the event, provided King Owain and her father could bridge the six years of animosity and silence that separated them. Meilyr had sung for King Owain’s father, Gruffydd; he’d practically raised King Owain’s son, Hywel. But six years was six years. No wonder her father’s temper was short. Even so, she couldn’t let her father’s comments go. Responsibility for the fact that she had no husband rested firmly on his shoulders. “Who refused the contract?” “Rhys was a rapscallion and a laze-about,” Meilyr said. And you weren’t about to give up your housekeeper, maidservant, cook, and child-minder to just anyone, were you? But instead of speaking, Gwen bit her tongue and kept her thoughts to herself. She’d said it once and received a slap to her face. Many nights she’d lain quiet beside her younger brother, regretting that she hadn’t defied her father and stayed with Rhys. They could have eloped; in seven years, their marriage would have been as legal as any other. But her father was right and Gwen wasn’t too proud to admit it: Rhys had been a laze-about. She wouldn’t have been happy with him. Rhys’ father had almost cried when Meilyr had refused Rhys’ offer. It wasn’t only daughters who were sometimes hard to sell. “Father!” Gwalchmai brought their cart to a halt. “Come look at this!” “What now?” Meilyr said. “We’ll have to spend the night at Caerhun at present rate. You know how important it is not to keep King Owain waiting.” “But Father!” Gwalchmai leapt from the cart and ran forward. “He’s serious.” Gwen urged her pony after him, passing the cart, and then abruptly reined in beside her brother. “Mary, Mother of God…” A slight rise and sudden dip in the path ahead had hidden the carnage until they were upon it. Twenty men and an equal number of horses lay dead in the road, their bodies contorted and their blood soaking the brown earth. Gwalchmai bent forward and retched into the grass beside the road. Gwen’s stomach threatened to undo her too, but she fought the bile down and dismounted to wrap her arms around her brother. Meilyr reined in beside his children. “Stay back.” Gwen glanced at her father and then back to the scene, noticing for the first time a man kneeling among the wreckage, one hand to a dead man’s chest and the other resting on the hilt of his sheathed sword. The man straightened and Gwen’s breath caught in her throat. Gareth. He’d cropped his dark brown hair shorter than when she’d known him, but his blue eyes still reached into the core of her. Her heart beat a little faster as she drank him in. Five years ago, Gareth had been a man-at-arms in the service of Prince Cadwaladr, King Owain Gwynedd’s brother. Gareth and Gwen had become friends, and then more than friends, but before he could ask her father for her hand, Gareth had a falling out with Prince Cadwaladr. In the end, Gareth hadn’t been able to persuade Meilyr that he could support her despite his lack of station. Gwen was so focused on Gareth that she wasn’t aware of the other men among them—live ones—until they approached her family. A half dozen converged on them at the same time. One caught her upper arm in a tight grip. Another grabbed Meilyr’s bridle. “Who are you?” the soldier said. Meilyr stood in the stirrups and pointed a finger at Gareth. “Tell them who I am!” Gareth came forward, his eyes flicking from Meilyr to Gwalchmai to Gwen. He was broader in the shoulders, too, than she remembered. “They are friends,” Gareth said. “Release them.” And to Gwen’s astonishment, the man-at-arms who held her obeyed Gareth. Could it be that in the years since she’d last seen him, Gareth had regained something of what he’d lost? Gareth halted by Meilyr’s horse. “I was sent from Aber to meet King Anarawd and escort him through Gwynedd. He wasn’t even due to arrive at Dolwyddelan Castle until today, but …” He gestured to the men on the ground. “Clearly, we were too late.” Gwen looked past Gareth to the murdered men in the road. “Turn away, Gwen,” Gareth said. But Gwen couldn’t. The blood—on the dead men, on the ground, on the knees of Gareth’s breeches—mesmerized her. The men here had been slaughtered. Her skin twitched at the hate in the air. “You mean King Anarawd is—is—is among them?” “The King is dead,” Gareth said. 10/20/2014 0 Comments Medieval Monday with Vijaya Schartz THE CURSE OF THE LOST ISLE series:
From history shrouded in myths, emerges a family of immortal Celtic Ladies, who roam the medieval world in search of salvation from a curse... but if the Church ever suspects what they really are, they will be hunted, tortured, and burned at the stake. PRINCESS OF BRETAGNE Curse of the Lost Isle - Book One http://amzn.com/B007K1EGAM 806 AD - Alba (Ancient Scotland) As the Vikings raid the coast of Alba, Pressine of Bretagne sets out to seduce King Elinas of Dumfries, chosen by the Goddess to unite the tribes against the foreign invader. Elinas, still mourning his departed queen, has no intention to remarry. Head strong and independent, Pressine does not expect to fall for the very attractive, wise and noble ruler... Furthermore, her Pagan nature clashes with the religious fanaticism of the king’s Christian heir, who suspects her unholy ancestry and will stop at nothing to get rid of her. Excerpt: Without waiting for an invitation, Elinas stormed into the bedchamber. Pressine shuddered at the loathing in his dark brown eyes. "Whatever made you think you could violate the apartments of my beloved queen?" Stopping short in the middle of the room, Elinas glanced around, eyes wide with disbelief. Pressine struggled to sound casual. "Surely your gracious queen would have wanted these rooms light, warm and clean, even alive with laughter, rather than dark, sealed, and stinking of decay." The king's jaw tightened under the short black beard as he towered over her. His hands balled into fists at his sides. "I alone decide in my castle." The low voice turned to a raucous whisper, more threatening than the shouts of any battlefield. "I shall not tolerate defiance of any kind under my roof. Restore these rooms to their previous state and leave." Barely able to slow her heartbeat, Pressine feigned distraction, dusting her blue riding dress. "It simply cannot be done." "You dare challenge me?" His surprise would have been comical, if not for the menacing tone. "The old linens were burned," Pressine said with a calm she did not feel, as if lecturing a child. She rose to fetch the bundle wrapped in blue silk and handed it to him. Elinas looked at it suspiciously. "What is it?" "Her comb, mirror, distaff, spindle, and other keepsakes." Pressine waved her hand, encompassing the room. "The apartments themselves will never look the way they did before." She had made certain of that. The king's eyes, velvety brown and soft this morning at the spring, now burned with the fiery amber of a wild cat's glare. Elinas looked ready to pounce. He snatched the bundle from her arm. "Out!" Pressine showed none of the apprehension gripping her. The king's heart, beneath the leather gear, had more mettle than she anticipated. "Remember that I have your sword." She paused, observing the sobering effect of her words. "Only this morning, you gave it to me, swearing you would honor your oath of keeping me safe in your halls. Does a king's word count for so little in Strathclyde?" "I curse the ill fortune that made me hear you sing, lady." Eyes tightly shut, Elinas tensed, fists at his side, obviously struggling for emotional control. "I should have known that a princess who refuses to bow to the will of men can only bring strife." Encouraged by the spark of reason returning to the distraught Elinas, Pressine hoped he could now face his grief. "I am sorry if I offended you. I meant no disrespect." "I have enough Vikings, Angles, Picts and Scots to give me trouble. The gods know I do not want feuds in my home." Stillness made his stare frightening. Pressine refused to be intimidated. "Will you honor your word and protect me, then?" "I should throw you to the wolves!" His voice boomed. "Wolves?" Pressine repressed a chuckle. She loved wolves. "What would your people think of a king who throws a defenseless princess to the wolves?" "Defenseless?" The king's face reddened. "Everyone in the castle expects to see me at your side at the Beltane feast. If I do not attend, there will be questions. The rules of hospitality state that..." "Let them ask," Elinas snapped. "The rules of hospitality do not apply to princesses who misbehave!" HAPPY READING! Vijaya Schartz Romance with a Kick http://www.vijayaschartz.com Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/vijayaschartz B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/vijaya-schartz FB: https://www.facebook.com/vijaya.schartz Twitter: https://twitter.com/Vijayaschartz |
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