Medieval Monday with Mary Morgan

Welcome back to another Medieval Monday. Today I’m delighted to welcome Mary Morgan with an excerpt from A Highland Moon Enchantment.

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Taking the offered mug, Tam went and took a seat beside Bran. Lifting it toward Ailsa, he said, “Blessing to ye, lady.”

Smiling, she bowed her head slightly to the druid. Taking a sip of her own mead, she savored the honeyed sweetness.

Cathal took a place next to Angus. “’Tis good to see ye once again, Desmond. Ye did not return with your brothers after Samhain?”

“’Tis good to see ye, as well.” His mouth twitched in humor. “My sister considered it wise I should stay on until after Midwinter.”

The druid cast a quick glance at Fiona. “A wise woman indeed.” He turned toward Ailsa. “I am happy to meet ye, lady. I have heard your journey has been fraught with troubles. Thank the Gods ye came across the Dragon Knight and Desmond.”

You first meet this warrior in Dragon Knight’s Axe, Order of the Dragon Knights, Book 3

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?

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Follow along next week on Cathy MacRae’s blog: https://www.cathymacraeauthor.com/bits-n-bobs-author-blog and leave a comment for a chance to win a signed print copy of A HIGHLAND MOON ENCHANTMENT.

You can find Roger and Lucy over on Mary’s blog today.

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Medieval Monday welcomes Ashley York

I’m delighted to welcome Ashley York to the blog this week with her intriguing excerpt from Eyes of the Seer (and isn’t this a gorgeous cover!).  I hope you enjoy it.

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Marcán was not surprised that Merewyn’s smile was so fetching. In fact, there was nothing about her he did not care for. This may be a slave he took for himself.

“Ye’ve been given to me,” Astrid said.

Astrid would own her? Then she would definitely be off limits and his disappointment was acute.

Something stirred at Astrid’s tone. It had sharpened. Marcán looked on, intrigued by this unexpected turn of events. So much so he felt a second wind, his tiredness leaving.

You can find Ashley’s next excerpt on CathyMcRae’s blog, and if you’re wondering whether Lucy has finished giving Roger a tongue-lashing head over to Ashley’s blog and find out www.ashleyyorkauthor.com 

In ancient Ireland, men and women take to the legends for answers. Different-colored eyes are the mark of a Seer, it is said, and those who can see the future are in league with the devil. They cannot be suffered to live.


He wishes to prove himself…
Marcán of Clonascara bears the bloodline of Brian Boru, the legendary high king, and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect. But he was born with different-colored eyes, and there are some who would have him suffer a Seer’s fate. His fiercest adversary is Beibhinn, mother to Diarmuid, his close friend and king, and Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. If Astrid ever showed him any interest, he would fight Beibhinn and any army to wed her.

She is desperate to escape…
Astrid is sick of her mother’s belittling, but her brother is in no hurry to see her married, so she decides to see to her own match-making. The man she approaches quickly reveals his lack of honor, but her overbearing mother pushes her to wed him anyway. When Astrid discovers Marcán’s love for her, she realizes that what she wants has been in front of her all along. True happiness awaits them, but only if they can put a stop to her mother’s plans.

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Medieval Monday with Lane McFarland

Brrr! It’s been a cold week chez Hobbes.  Luckily Lane McFarland is here to warm things up for us with an excerpt from A King’s Enemies

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Hildred would be shocked at the opinion Katherine held toward the richly dressed men preening in front of her. There was no denying the depraved beasts were all alike. As part of the royal council, they no doubt felt entitled to take what they wanted, when they wanted, with little to no regard for whom they hurt. She abhorred their disgusting arrogance.

Having perfected the art of a shy demure handmaiden, Katherine smiled and lowered her gaze to her hands clasped before her waist.

“Come, my dear.” Hildred pointed toward one of the tables lined with platters of roasted boar and smoked salmon. “Let’s have something to eat.”

Follow along next week on Jenni Fletcher’s blog (http://www.jennifletcher.com) and leave a comment for a chance to win an ebook of A KING’S ENEMIES and head over to www.lanemcfarland.com to discover how Roger and Lucy are getting on this week.

Blurb:

Tormented by King Edward’s brutality against Scottish sympathizers, Drake Fletcher vows revenge, but only a madman single-handedly attacks the Crown. Instead, he enters the royal court as a spy to aid Robert the Bruce’s rise to power and place a formidable leader on Scotland’s throne.

Scottish lass Katherine Mackenzie Armstrong targets three of King Edward’s officers who brutally raped and murdered her mother. Disguised as one of Queen Margaret’s attendants, she sets a course to destroy the men.

The acts of treason both Drake and Katherine commit are punishable by death in The Tower of London but their determination pushes dangerous limits. Considered enemies, they use each other to gain vital information. Neither expect their overwhelming attraction to one another, the staggering emotions stirred. But the closer they become, the more they jeopardize their pledges of vengeance.

Will the weight of retaliation crush them, see them beheaded? Or will Katherine and Drake form an alliance and learn to live and love again?

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Medieval Monday with Bambi Lynn

It’s time for another excerpt and today I have the wonderful Bambi Lynn with me.

Her snippet is from Mask of the Highlander.

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She yelped when his hands closed around her shoulders from behind. He gave them a gentle squeeze and rubbed his palms down her arms.

“Ye are trembling, lass.”

Once she was afraid to touch him. Now she’s afraid to let go.

Forced to marry to avoid war between clans, Kenna Cleary endured three days of her new husband’s painful brutality before he rode off to battle the English. In the five years of his absence, she bore him a daughter, increased his holdings, and gained the love and respect of his people. Now he’s home. Must she and the clan learn to endure his cruelty once more?

The Laird of Domhnul has returned from war a changed man—moreso than his wife or clan can possibly know. Now the warrior faces a new battle, one for his wife’s heart, and his peoples’ trust. He must walk the knife’s edge of deception and danger, while proving he is no longer the cruel tyrant they came to know all too well.

But when his father embroils both them in a deadly plot, can the couple find a way to prevent war between the clans?

For more information Bambi and her books, click here.

Read Roger and Lucy’s snippet on Bambi’s blog www.bambilynnblog.wordpress.com

Medieval Monday with Ruth A. Casie

Welcome back to another Medieval Monday.  Are you enjoying the excerpts?  I know I am.  Today is no exception and I’m thrilled to welcome Ruth A Casie to the blog with an excerpt from The Guardian’s Witch

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Quickly she pulled off her heavy dress and, wearing only her chemise, dove into the river. Save him was her only thought. Down she plunged kicking hard against the current. The usually clear water, now choked with mud, churned with debris. She screamed the words in her head and made her demands. In response, the current slowed and as the mud began to settle, a lifeless hand beckoned to her from below.

Blurb: England, 1290

Lord Alex Stelton can’t resist a challenge, especially one with a prize like this: protect a castle on the Scottish border for a year, and it’s his. Desperate for land of his own, he’ll do anything to win the estate—even enter a proxy marriage to Lady Lisbeth Reynolds, the rumored witch who lives there.

Feared and scorned for her second sight, Lisbeth swore she’d never marry, but she is drawn to the handsome, confident Alex. She sees great love with him but fears what he would think of her gift and her visions of a traitor in their midst.

Despite his own vow never to fall in love, Alex can’t get the alluring Lisbeth out of his mind and is driven to protect her when attacks begin on the border. But as her visions of danger intensify, Lisbeth knows it is she who must protect him. Realizing they’ll secure their future only by facing the threat together, she must choose between keeping her magic a secret and losing the man she loves.

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You can read my excerpt today on www.RuthACasie.blogspot.com Follow Ruth next week on Jenni Fletcher’s website www.jennifletcher.com Leave a comment for a chance to win a digital copy of The Maxwell Ghost, part of The Stelton Legacy.

 

Medieval Monday with Cathy MacRae

We’re onto week three of #MedMon18 and today I’m sharing an excerpt from Cathy MacRae’s The Highlander’s Crusader Bride.

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Her perfume drifted to his nose. Something he could not place. His first wife had favored heavy floral scents, but Arbela’s was earthier, warm, spicy and intoxicating. Sensual.

Caelen risked a look at his bride. She faced away, speaking to one of her da’s knights. A pang shot through Caelen’s midsection. Jealousy? Ridiculous. The man had likely known her all her life. ’Twas natural they spoke together.

You can find my excerpt on Cathy’s blog.  Please join Cathy  next week on Jenni Fletcher’s blog http://www.jennifletcher.com/ for the next excerpt from The Highlander’s Crusader Bride!

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Born in the Holy Land only a few years after the Third Crusade, half-Armenian, half-Scot Arbela MacLean is a true daughter of the desert, beautiful and untamed. Trained to be a warrior to avoid her gentle mother’s fate, Arbela has honed her skills with Turkish bow and arrow, sword and throwing darts—and dreads the day her father choses a man for her to marry.

After more than thirty years in the Holy Land, Donal MacLean, Baron of Batroun, is recalled to Scotland, the last son available to take up leadership of clan MacLean. He brings with him knights, treasure, trade—and a daughter of marriageable age.
Caelen MacKern, known as the Bull of the Highlands, is cynical about women. His first marriage formed an alliance, and he did not grieve when his spoiled, immature bride passed away. He has agreed to marry again—against his better judgement—for the men, means and coin to recover from a devastating pestilence that all but wiped out his clan.

Though more than a little resentful at finding himself forced to remarry, Caelen’s proposal to Donal MacLean’s headstrong daughter nevertheless piques her interest. Each will receive what they want most from life—the ability to live as they please without interference from a meddling spouse. But their marriage of indifference will soon change to one of passion that neither Arbela nor Caelen could have predicted.

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After a discussion about gendered terms such as actor/actress, a friend on Facebook challenged me to write a piece where the gender of the main character was ambiguous.  This is what I came up with.

Let me know if/when you guessed where it was going.

 

The phone on the desk rings. Jamie swears and pauses, foundation stick in one hand, magnifying mirror in the other, and glances at the screen.

The photo shows a badly lit pic of a handsome, smiling woman holding a Chihuahua to the screen to take a double selfie.

Mum.

Wonderful! Anyone else would hear the voicemail message once and either leave a message or ring back later. Not mum. She’ll ring and ring, ring and ring. Jamie sighs and puts the panstick down. Jabs at the screen.

“Hello love!” comes the sing song voice. “How was the opening night?”

Jamie’ teeth set on edge. “Hi Mum. Opening night was two weeks ago and I told you then. What do you want?”

“Oh, sweetie!” The eye roll and pout are almost audible. “Can’t a mother even call her…”

“I’m at work, Mum,” Jamie, cuts in, knowing that from weary experience these calls can go on for maybe twenty minutes with no clear purpose. “I’ve got maybe ten minutes before I need to be on stage for vocal warm up and this new foundation is a really bad blend. I can’t talk for long.”

“Ahhh! You always did like borrowing my make up when you were little. Now your father said I shouldn’t let you use it but I could always see how much you loved playing when you came into my dressing room. And now you’re on the stage too so I was right after all to let you. It’s in the blood, you know.”

Jamie can’t help smiling even though the story is years old. Jedda Matthew, Hull’s foremost (and probably only) female female impersonator who only gave up the stage when the early death of her husband left her as a single mother.

“Mum! Please!” Jamie’ voice sounds sharp and feels tight. It’s a bit of a worry as the last number of the first act is really tricky, at least two notes too high for comfort. That’ll need some working on this evening.

“I’m sorry, dear. Now, I was calling with some news. I hope you’re sitting down. Your sister is expecting a baby.”

The warning should have come earlier. Jamie sinks to the stool on legs that have turned to iced water. Stares into the brightly lit mirror and sees a face peering back that is cloud white even underneath the heavy stage makeup, with a mouth that is a scarlet streak of a smile. False eyelashes frame eyes that are suddenly filmy with tears.

“Lee’s pregnant?”

Jamie looks from the mirror to the photo board that has a special place in the dressing room and finds the photo of two children holding green balloons with the number eight on them. Jamie and Lee. Twins named by a mother who loved horror movies. Jamie and Lee consider themselves lucky that they weren’t named Carrie and Freddy.   They’re enough of a pair of clichés as it is, being such opposites.   Tomboyish Lee scowling into the camera who later took a Masters in Forensics and Jamie with a sequinned scarf and a beauty queen smile plastered on wide even back then.

Streamers swirl in Jamie’s belly in a pit that is huge and wide and gaping. A Mardi Gras of emotion too big to be contained.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! And what I want to know is, have you been feeling anything?”

“Feel what?” Jamie asks. The only feeling is a slight resentment that Lee called their mother first, but it is buried almost immediately beneath an avalanche of the urge to scream and dance round the room.

“Did you feel that your twin sister is going to make me a grandmother,” Mum continues in an exasperated manner, oblivious to the bombshell she’s dropped. “Because Mrs Noah who lives next door to Annie Blake’s bungalow says that when one twin gets pregnant, sometimes the other knows even before the expectant mummy. So have you felt sick at all? No strange cravings for pickles. Have you been wanting to eat meat?”

Jamie sniggers but manages to rein it in. Too rude for mum, though she probably wouldn’t understand it anyway.

“I’m vegetarian, remember,” Jamie says. “If I start craving steak I’d probably puke.”

“I know you are. And I did hear you snort, and I do know why, you know. I was on the stage for twenty years.”

She pauses to let it sink in, reminding Jamie that she has a broader mind than her children remember at times.

“Ah well. Perhaps it only works for identical twins.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Jamie agrees, glancing quickly at the clock. “Mum, I have to go. I’m needed for warm up. These numbers won’t sing themselves.”

“Aren’t you happy for your sister? I’m sorry, it must be a shock. I know you and Chris have talked about starting your own family. I’m open minded as you know and I know a lot of couples make it work one way or another, but but really, with your line of work being so uncertain…”

Mum’s voice is consoling now and Jamie can hardly bear it.

“No. Yes. No, I’m happy for Lee. Really happy. I’ll call her as soon as I finish tonight. Love you. Gotta go.”

Jamie hangs up while mum is still saying effusive goodbyes and is halfway to finding Lee’s number when the two minute call comes over the tannoy. The call will have to wait.

By the time the performance is finished and Jamie is back in the dressing room there are five missed calls, all from Lee.  Jamie finds a seat upstairs on the Night Bus before punching the speed dial with trembling fingers.

Lee starts apologising before Jamie can even get a word in.

“Jay! She told you! I’m so sorry you had to find out like that. I didn’t want to say anything to anyone until I was sure but Mum dropped round this afternoon and found me chucking up into the kitchen sink. She wouldn’t stop badgering me until I did a test. You know what she’s like. ”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does. You and Chris should have known before anyone else. What did Mum say?”

Jamie grins. “Oh, she was full of some weird stuff about whether I ‘felt your sickness’ or ‘sensed your womb’. She asked if I’ve been wanting to eat meat.”

Lee explodes into snorts. “No! I bet you almost pissed yourself laughing.”

“A little bit. She also told mentioned how pleased she is that you’re going to make her a grandmother. So, you didn’t tell her everything?”

“I thought I’d leave that. Why don’t you and Chris come up next Sunday. I’ll do a roast and we can tell her over the chicken.”

Jamie laughs and grins, knowing from Lee’s tone of voice that her expression will be almost identical as they discuss the secret they’ve shared for seventeen agonising, heartbreaking months of planning and failure and more planning. Because Mum might have heard about Lee’s pregnancy first, but she got one thing wrong. Lee isn’t making her a grandmother, Jamie is. With Chris’ sperm and Lee’s gladly donated eggs and womb.

“Sounds great. We can tell her everything. Chris can take a photo of her face and we’ll put it on a babygrow.”

Jamie grows serious for a moment. The enormity of impending parenthood suddenly becoming real and a mild punch to the guts that Lee will get to experience something Jamie never can.

“Lee, I don’t know what to say. I don’t have the words to thank you enough. You know what this means for me and Chris.”

“Don’t got getting soppy on me!” Lee warns. “I know you’d do the same for me if you could. Just don’t expect me to change nappies or tap me for babysitting too often,” Lee laughs.

They kiss into the phone and Jamie hangs up, counting the minutes till the bus pulls in at the stop round the corner from the flat.

Chris is lying on the sofa, long, lean legs buried underneath the cats. He’s working his way through a box set of Frasier. Beside him is a pile of exercise books and an empty wine glass. Chris decided a couple of years ago that he’d had enough of soul-destroying auditions and walk-on parts in local theatre, and that teaching nine year olds was his calling. He doesn’t miss the stage and they’ve already agreed that when the baby arrives Chris will be the stay at home dad and Jamie will continue to work.

Jamie bends over, covers Chris’ eyes from behind and kisses the top of his head.

“Hi Honey, I’m home!”

Chris leans round smiles the smile that made Jamie’s toes curl with instant desire from the very first moment they met.

“Good night? You’re later than I expected. Want some wine?”

“Mmm-hmm. I caught the bus rather than the Underground.” Jamie flumps onto the sofa, legs across Chris’ lap. “I called Lee. She had some news.”

“News? And?”

Jamie looks into Chris’ eyes, which are full of anticipation. Fear. Hope. They’re chocolaty brown and flecked with a touch of green with thick lashes. Jamie knew instantly that Chris was The One when he winked across the room at an open audition for Hello Dolly in Slough.

“Lee’s pregnant.” Jamie reaches out a hand, strokes Chris’ face and smiles, feeling tears starting to prickle behind his eyes.

“We’re going to be dads.”

Medieval Monday with Laurel O’Donnell

Welcome back.  Today I’m delighted to welcome Laurel O’Donnell to the blog.  Her excerpt is from A Knight with Grace.

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She shook her head.

 He held her face in his hands, his thumbs sweeping over her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Grace,” he whispered over and over. If he had hurt her, even by accident… His gaze swept her face, touching every inch of her soft skin, every curve. Lord, he had not meant to raise his weapon to her, to touch her warm skin with the cold blade.

Please join Laurel for her continuing excerpt next week at Ashley York’s blog – https://www.ashleyyorkauthor.com/blog

You can find the next instalment of Redeeming the Rogue Knight on Laurel’s blog today www.laurel-odonnell.com

Laurel’s book is available here
Amazon – A Knight with Grace

Blurb

Lady Grace Willoughby defies her father’s orders to marry Sir William de Tracy and escapes with a friend. She has no intention of wedding a cursed man, a man ostracized from the church, a man who would only doom any future children they might have to the fires of Hell. She prays for a knight to rescue her.

Excommunicated and outcast for a horrible crime in his past, Sir William de Tracy searches for forgiveness. Marriage has never crossed his mind until Lord Willoughby commissions him to retrieve his fleeing daughter and honor the dying wish of his father by marrying Grace.

But things are not as they seem. And when an assassin tries to kill Grace, William must choose between his soul and the woman he has come to love. Can William and Grace overcome their past and find the redemption and love both are so desperately seeking?

 

Medieval Monday with Jenna Jaxon

Welcome to the first Medieval Monday of 2018 (#Medmon18 on Twitter if you want to find the other excerpts).

My first guest is Jenna Jaxon with an excerpt from Betrayal.  Jenna is hosting my first excerpt on her blog so after you’ve read this please head over to read that. www.jennajaxon.wordpress.com

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“We certainly see you stand ready for this joust, Lord Braeton.” Sir Robert Spencer laughed and nudged Patrick Sullivan.

“Wield your weapon well, Thomas!” Roger Delaney shouted from the corner, where he had withdrawn with Lady Catherine.

Thomas broadened his grin to a leer.

Give them a show so they will believe what they will not see.

“Doubt it not, gentles. My bride will feel its sting ere long. I know this business well, as many have reason to know.”

A small gasp, and from the corner of his eye he saw Lady Carlyle step back and turn away.

 

The worst betrayals come from within.

After a night of passion with her betrothed, Sir Geoffrey Longford, Lady Alyse de Courcy is eagerly looking forward to her wedding. But when Geoffrey is forced to marry another, a heartbroken and possibly pregnant Alyse finds herself in her own private hell. She must either gamble with her reputation or marry someone she does not love.

A reputed connoisseur of women, Thomas, Lord Braeton, has dallied with many ladies of King Edward’s court, although he has favored none. However, as Geoffrey’s best friend, Thomas has sworn to serve and protect Alyse, an oath now sorely tested when he agrees to marry her—in name only—to guard her reputation. Yet, as they grow closer, and Thomas discovers Alyse’s sweet but spirited nature, he comes to desire a marriage in truth.

Can he overcome her memory of Geoffrey, or is Thomas doomed to burn with passion for a woman he can never possess?

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