All posts by elisabethhobbes

I grew up in York where I spent most of my teenage years looking for a handsome Roman or Viking to sweep me off my feet. Inspired by this I studied Classics, History and English to A-level then read History and Art History at university before venturing into the world of teaching. My writing career began when I entered Harlequin's So You think You Can Write contest in 2013 and finished in third place overall. As a result I was offered my first contract with Harlequin historical. These days I hold down jobs as a teacher and mum. When I'm not writing, I spend a lot of my spare time reading and have become something of a pro at cooking one-handed while holding a book! I'm less successful at vacuuming ditto and would like to publically apologise to my husband for the dust. Aside from writing, my hobbies include skiing, Arabic dance, fencing and exploring dreadful tourist attractions, none of which has made it into a story yet. I love historical fiction and have a fondness for dark haired, bearded heroes. I live in Cheshire with my husband, two young children and two cats with ridiculous names. My first book, Falling for Her Captor, was published by Harlequin Mills&Boon in October 2014 and my second, A Wager for the Widow, is due out in July 2015. You can find me on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/ElisabethHobbes?ref=hl and Twitter https://twitter.com/ElisabethHobbes

Medieval Monday with Judith Sterling

It’s time for another Medieval Monday.  Today I’m sharing an excerpt of the first encounter from Judith Sterling’s  Soul of the Wolf.  Remember to leave a comment here for a chance to win a copy of this and all the other books featured.

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She held out the garment to him.  With a grumble, he took it.  The woolen cloth was remarkably hot from her touch.

A second raindrop skimmed the tip of his nose.  “I’ll take my leave of you, then,” he said, bowing.  “My lady.”

“My lord.”

He turned and started down the hill.  His mind was spinning.

Soul of the Wolf – Blurb

A Norman loyalist, Lady Jocelyn bristles when ordered to marry Wulfstan, a Saxon sorcerer. She nurses a painful secret and would rather bathe in a cesspit than be pawed by such a man…until her lifelong dream of motherhood rears its head.

A man of magic and mystery, Wulfstan has no time for wedded bliss. He fears that consummating their marriage will bind their souls and wrench his focus from the ancient riddle his dying mother begged him to solve. He’s a lone wolf, salving old wounds with endless work. But Jocelyn stirs him as no woman ever has.

Their attraction is undeniable. Their fates are intertwined. Together, they must face their demons and bring light to a troubled land.

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Something Different

I wrote this short piece for a Wattpad contest to tie in with The Handmaid’s Tale that I never ended up entering (I didn’t read the small print and it was only open to Canadians I think).

It’s been sitting on my desktop ever since and I haven’t known what to do with it.  This week seems a good time as any to share it.  I haven’t really written short stories before but I hope you enjoy it.  Please let me know what you think.

 

 

The Personal Touch

I’ve never done a TV broadcast before so I’m a little nervous. Wave your hand if I go too fast and I’ll slow down – as the donor said to the Handmaid. Haha! No, not really, we reduce sedation during collections but they’re never fully conscious.

I’m ready. Are you filming now?

“Welcome to North United Reproductive Centre. I’m Greta one of the Handmaids. Our official title is Manual Ejaculate Harvester but that’s a real mouthful so we generally go by the nickname.

“If we go into the collection chamber you can observe one of the donors. As you can see he’s in excellent physical shape thanks to a diet designed to ensure quality is optimum. We don’t want substandard samples slipping through. Careful, we don’t want anyone tripping and pulling out a sedation drip or feeding tube, and definitely not the waste pipe!

“Collection was originally done mechanically but it appears to be more efficient when a woman is involved – subconscious awareness on the part of the donor perhaps. A good Handmaid can extract the harvest in minutes. Eight tugs and a squeeze is the record to beat in this centre. The Personal Touch, as our sign says. Of course there’s no actual contact; Handmaids wear gloves – very strict hygiene regulations. It isn’t a glamorous job. RSA is a problem but we have in-house physio.

“The ethics? It’s a necessary evil. Our foremothers knew that whatever the race, religion or political leanings of the perpetrator, the common factor in almost all atrocities was gender. We can’t reproduce without them so the worldwide sedation of males was deemed necessary. I’m amazed it took so long to reach that conclusion, but I suppose the pioneers had to be cautious. Secretly manufacturing enough sedative was a logistical nightmare, not to mention building storage facilities for the donors. They had to look back to 20th century farming methods for inspiration. Can you imagine the organisation involved to ensure every woman across the world received the original dose and administered it on the same night? Imagine the repercussions of being discovered! Wives, sisters, daughters, mothers; all acting as one. We owe our brave foremothers a huge debt.

“We have enough stock to last for the next eight or nine generations. Thanks to screening, no male embryos make it to the implantation stage but if supplies ever run short we’ll allow enough to replenish supplies. Perhaps our descendants will discover how to curb their violent urges and free range males can be reintroduced.”

‘Fucksake woman! Concentrate! I’m losing it.’

The harsh tone pulls Greta from her favourite daydream back to reality. Concentrating, she finishes the client off with a few dexterous actions.

Without comment he zips his trousers, tosses £20 on the table and leaves the flat. Through the window Greta watches him glance furtively around and shuffle off. She has time for a cuppa before the next one knocks on the door.

One day, she thinks, remembering her daydream. One day.

 

Medieval Monday with Ceci Giltenan

It is my pleasure to welcome Ceci Giltenan to the blog today.  I’m sharing an excerpt from Highland Redemption (Book 1 in the Duncurra Legacy series)

Tomas’s life changed forever when at the age of seven he was adopted by Laird and Lady Maclan ending the abuse he’d suffered at Ambrose Ruthven’s hand. He’d never looked back and never intended to

But fate had other plans…

Now, nineteen years later, he runs headlong into his past. The Ruthvens are in trouble and Tomas is in a position to help them. But can he set aside his hatred for Laird Ruthven for the good of the clan into which he was born?

Fate always adds a twist…

Laird Ruthven’s daughter is not what Tomas expected. Vida Ruthven is sweet, smart, and utterly irresistible.

Now, Tomas must choose between being the savior or taking the ultimate revenge.

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Highland-Redemption-Duncurra-Legacy-Novel-ebook/dp/B071NL216N

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They played in silence for a few minutes. He realized she was only three moves from checkmate and he had no way of preventing it. Then, to his surprise, she made a move that killed her chance at checkmate and created an opening for him to win. He’d seen enough of her skill so far to know she’d thrown the game intentionally.

He frowned at her, irritated. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” Her tone was innocent, but her eyes told a different story.

“Put that piece back and make the move ye’d intended to make.”

Follow along next week on Jenna Jaxon’s website: https://jennajaxon.wordpress.com/. Remember to leave a comment here for a chance to win an e-copy of Highland Redemption or another e-book of your choice by Ceci Giltenan.

You can find out what Roger and Lucy are getting up to today over at Ceci’s blog

 

Medieval Monday with Nicole Locke

Welcome back to another Medieval Monday.  Today I’m delighted to welcome my fellow Mills & Boon writer, fellow Unlaced Lady and friend, Nicole Locke, with an excerpt from Her Christmas Knight

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The bright room blurred. Her body felt as if it was poised on a cliff, one foot already dangling over. She felt the instant tightening of his hands against her back and his body bracing itself against her sudden lack of strength.

She was fainting.

A sharp pain in her back, a sudden shove forward, and Hugh shifted to keep their balance. It was all she needed to break eye contact. The dizziness left; the room turned bright again.

They were surrounded by heavily perfumed people. The courtiers’ dress of—multiple colours along with the copious amounts of gold and silver—glinted and glared in the torchlight. They were all staring at her. Their mouths moved, but she couldn’t hear their words above the roaring in her ears.

Blurb:

A knight to protect her—this Yuletide 

By order of the English king, Alice of Swaffham searches London nobility for the traitor dealing information to the Scots. Little does she know that the mysterious spy she seeks is the man she once loved and thought she’d lost forever… 

If Hugh of Shoebury felt unworthy of Alice before, as the Half-Thistle spy he can never claim her heart. Now he must fight to keep not only his dark secrets—and Alice—safe from a vengeful king…but also his burning longing for her at bay!

Next Monday, Nicole is at Jenna Jaxon’s blog: http://jennajaxon.wordpress.com/ 

Meanwhile, why not head over to Nicole’s blog  and see what Roger and Lucy are getting up to today.  Remember to leave a comment on both posts to be in with a chance to win e-copies of all the books featured.

Medieval Monday with Barbara Bettis

This week on Medieval Monday I’m delighted to share an excerpt from Barbara Bettis’ The Lady of the Forest.

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Paxton already must have arrived to spread his lies. Damnation.

“This has all been a mistake,” he insisted.

You might well think so.” She edged closer as they spoke.

Something about her hair—its remarkable color—danced at the edge of his memory. He’d seen it before, but memory failed. No matter. He’d not allow an intriguing female to deter him. “What I think is you should loosen these cords. I’m Henry of Chauvere. I’m no danger to anyone here.”

 

BLURB:

He must pursue his enemy; she must protect her people. Can their love survive the duties that drive them apart?

When her elderly husband dies, Lady Katherine fakes her own death and disappears into the forest with others escaping the brutish new lord. Determined to protect her people, she knocks the wrong man senseless. But Lord Henry isn’t an enemy, he’s the brother of her childhood friend. Although his tender confidence tempts her, she’s bound by duty.

Henry of Chauvere has found the one lady he wants for his own, never mind she’s tied him hand and foot. When he learns the king has ordered her to wed Stonehill’s ruthless new master, he insists Kate seek haven with his sister. But she won’t desert her friends. Henry vows to solve her problem, provided he catches a traitor before the threat from Kate’s past catches her.

When a daring rescue compels Henry and Kate to join forces, their attraction grows into love. If only duty didn’t drive them apart.

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Follow along next week at Mary Morgan’s: http://www.marymorganauthor.com/blog Don’t forget to comment for a chance to win an e-copy of The Lady of the Forest

 

In the meantime head over to see how Roger and Lucy are faring on Barbara’s blog

Medieval Monday with Mary Morgan

Welcome back for another Medieval Monday.  Today I’m delighted to share a snippet from Mary Morgan’s Dragon Knight’s Axe.

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Vikings everywhere…

He didn’t respond but turned and walked away.

She quickly followed, keeping her focus more on her footing and not on the man in front of her. They passed several more boats, and then the path narrowed. She halted when the man waved to his crew on a ship alone by the dock.

A Viking ship with a dragon at its bow.

“I’m so not in my Ireland.” She watched as he tossed out orders. Then he turned to face her along with all the other men.

Her feet moved hesitantly forward. Where else could she go?

“Great Odin. What is it?” asked one of the men.

Fiona’s mouth gaped open.

MacKay snorted. “She claims her name is Fiona O’Quinlan.”

Now the man’s mouth fell open and quickly snapped shut. “What have they done to her?”

Her captor or savior shrugged. “Cannae say.”

“Look at her hair and clothes,” interjected another man. “Has she been cast out?”

Follow along next week on Cathy MacRae’s blog: http://www.cathymacraeauthor.com/bits-n-bobs-author-blog

Leave a comment for a chance to win a digital copy of Dragon Knight’s Axe by Mary Morgan.

Blurb:

Alastair MacKay, a battled-scarred Dragon Knight flees to the sea to separate himself from his fae-given power connecting him to the land. But it is on land that he rescues a woman from a slave trader in Ireland. It is through Fiona he steps back inadvertently into a world filled with magic—taking on the role of protector and at the same time leading him on a journey to confront his greatest regret and fears. 

Research assistant, Fiona O’Quinlan loves translating ancient artifacts at Trinity College. When she falls asleep on an archeological dig, she awakens in another time. She soon discovers a Dragon Knight’s relic has been entrusted into her care. Determined to return the artifact to the Great Glen, Fiona is unprepared for the danger ahead—losing her heart and soul to Alastair “Beast” MacKay.

Will their love be strong enough to soothe the beast and heal the man? Or will Death swing its axe, leaving them lost for all eternity?  

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dragon-Knights-Axe-Order-Book-ebook/dp/B00Y5756TO/

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dragon-knights-axe-mary-morgan/1122070231/

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dragon-knight-s-axe-1

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dragon-knights-axe/id996720081?mt=11

 

To find out how Roger and Lucy are getting on, head over to Mary’s blog

Remember to leave a comment to be in with a chance of winning all 14 books featured in this theme.

Medieval Monday with Ashley York

Today I’m delighted to welcome Ashley York to the blog.  She’s sharing an excerpt from her book Curse of the Healer with us.

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The words stung, thrown at her like a venomous curse. She cared for Lorccán as if he were her own and would never do anything to hurt him. Squaring her shoulders, she refused to show her inner turmoil.

“The lad learned his lesson.” She spat the words right back at him.

“Ye said yerself he’d be doing it again.” Despite the even keel of his voice, his increasing anger was unmistakable. “Or am I so old and feeble that my hearing is failing me?”

 

After the death of Brian Boru in 1014, a legend arose of a healer so great she could raise a man from the dead, with a power so strong it could make any warrior the next high king of Éire…and to steal it away from her, he need only possess her. 

Fated to be a healer…

Aednat has spent her entire life training to be the great healer, knowing she must remain alone. When she meets Diarmuid, the intense attraction she feels toward him shakes her resolve to believe in such a legend. If she gives in to the passion he ignites in her, can she settle for being less?

Destined to be his…

Diarmuid of Clonascra is renowned for his bravery in battle. Only one thing daunts him: the prospect of taking a wife. The safest course would be to keep his distance from Aednat, the bold, headstrong healer who’s far too tempting for his peace of mind. But his overking orders him to protect her from a group of craven warriors intent on kidnapping her to steal her power.

What starts as duty for Diarmuid quickly transforms into something more. Aednat’s power might be at risk, but so is his closed-off heart.

If that has grabbed your attention you can get hold of a copy here.

Follow the excerpt next Monday on Cathy MacRae’s blog and once you’ve finished here, head over to Ashley’s blog to see what Roger and Lucy are getting up up this week.

 

 

Medieval Monday with Lane McFarland

Monday comes around so quickly.  Here’s something to brighten the day- an excerpt from Lane McFarland’s Elsbeth.

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With the purpose of his visit once again foremost in his mind, he stepped forward.

“I know it’s late,” he shouted into the pounding wind. “Ye and the other sisters are in danger. We were on our way to escort ye to safety when the storm began.”

“Escort us to safety?” Clutching the gown, she straightened; her brow scrunched in a frown. She stepped back into the foyer and motioned them forward. “Come in.”

BLURB:

Elsbeth MacDougall recoils at the violent Scottish rebellion and the bleak plight of orphans. Vowing to protect the homeless, she embarks on a journey to Scone and sets her course to become a nun, sheltering children from the cruelties of war. But when Brandon McLeod arrives at the Abbey, he shakes her convictions and stirs provoking emotions she buried long ago.

After English soldiers murder his family, Brandon McLeod determines a course of revenge and leads numerous clans in Scotland’s fight for freedom. Bent on the annihilation of English oppression, he is resolved to a life of solitude, vowing never to marry and chance the pain of losing loved ones again. However, that was before he met the enchanting Elsbeth.

You can get hold of a copy here  Amazon and join Lane next week to find out what happens at Nicole Locke’s blog! 

Meanwhile Roger and Lucy’s encounter continues today over at https://www.lanemcfarland.com

First Kiss Friday with Elisabeth Hobbes

What happened when Roger kissed Lucy for the first time? Find out on Sherry Ewing’s blog.

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Please welcome my guest Elisabeth Hobbes to another First Kiss Friday. Today Elisabeth is sharing the first kiss scene from her novel Redeeming the Rogue Knight. We hope you enjoy this excerpt. Happy reading!

Excerpt:

Lucy Carew is about to go to bed when her night is disrupted by the arrival of two men demanding refuge: the brother she hasn’t seen for years and a mysterious stranger who has been injured.

She barred the way, finally revealing her poker and brandishing it like a sword.

‘Come, little dove,’ the injured man slurred, grinning crookedly. ‘Be sensible and we all might live.’

Lurching forward unexpectedly, he raised his left arm and knocked the poker out of her hand. He staggered, as if this had taken the last of his strength, and fell forward towards her. Instinctively Lucy reached her arms out to catch him, her hands sliding beneath his armpits…

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