#Eggcerpt Exchange – Kim Headlee

Today’s Eggcerpt Exchange is a Science fiction/Fantasy Time-Travel Romance  from author Kim Iverson Headlee.  King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court (#KASIWC)  It’s an adaptation of A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court by Mark Twain and original script The Once and Future Queen.

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Morgan le Fay, 6th-century Queen of Gore and the only major character not killed off by Mark Twain in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, vows revenge upon the Yankee Hank Morgan. She casts a spell to take her to 1879 Connecticut so she may waylay Sir Boss before he can travel back in time to destroy her world. But the spell misses by 300 miles and 200 years, landing her in the Washington, D.C., of 2079, replete with flying limousines, hovering office buildings, virtual-reality television, and sundry other technological marvels.

Whatever is a time-displaced queen of magic and minions to do? Why, rebuild her kingdom, of course—two kingdoms, in fact: as Campaign Boss for the reelection of American President Malory Beckham Hinton, and as owner of the London Knights world-champion baseball franchise.

Written as though by the old master himself, King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court by Mark Twain as channeled by Kim Iverson Headlee offers laughs, love, and a candid look at American society, popular culture, politics, baseball…and the human heart.

 

SCREENPLAY EXCERPT:  INT. QUEEN MORGAN’S DC APARTMENT – DAY  (January, 2081)

Juxtaposition of shiny modern penthouse apartment in Rosslyn, Virginia (featuring outstanding view across Potomac of monuments, museums & Capitol) with trappings similar to those inside Queen Morgan’s ancient castle. Queen Morgan packs for relocation to London. Clarice works at her laptop. Luggage everywhere, various types & sizes, in various stages of fill.

QUEEN MORGAN  It does so satisfy my soul to own some Knights once again.

CLARICE Care to share how much it cost?

QUEEN MORGAN Evil wench! Have you not enough work searching for another man I might hire as general manager? The team trustees hired the last one, and I do not trust them to avoid making another mistake. The MLB will release the sale details soon enough. Let us say it was a mountain of treasure.

Queen Morgan holds up an exquisite form-flattering scarlet gown, trimmed in black.

CLARICE Knights’ colors; of course that one must go with you.

Queen Morgan places gown in suitcase.

QUEEN MORGAN I shall miss you, Clarice. Yet you shall oversee my DC office well. I have seen it.

CLARICE I’ll look out for the President for you, I promise.

QUEEN MORGAN I appreciate that. President Malory has become as a sister to me…

Queen Morgan holds up another dress, a sexy little black one.

CLARICE Please tell me about him.

QUEEN MORGAN Excuse me?

CLARICE I think about someone now and then, too– David, the man who didn’t return from the mission to extract your brother. He never knew how I felt about him.

QUEEN MORGAN The monk you mentioned the day we met… I am sorry. My lover’s name is– was Sir Accolon.

Queen Morgan paces, drawing the dress through her fingers.

QUEEN MORGAN (CONT’D) Sir Launcelot and Sir Gawaine– and King Arthur– were the only knights ever to best him in single combat. Accolon was big and strong,  yet as a lover he was as tender as any virgin maid could ever wish. His intellect rivaled mine, as did his eagerness to help right the wrongs Arthur inflicted upon me.

Queen Morgan presses dress over her heart and keeps pacing.

QUEEN MORGAN (CONT’D) Accolon’s hair was as glossy-black as a raven’s wing, and he kept it short-cropped in the old Roman style. It had a most endearing curl. His eyes were a fathomless shade of blue…

She halts in front of her monitor, tuned to a video montage of SANDY CARTER, 40s, a baseball player/scout/coach/manager.

QUEEN MORGAN (CONT’D) Lord God and all His angels in Heaven! Who is that? And if you say Accolon, I shall blast you into next week.

CLARICE And make it stick. Yes, ma’am. (facing monitor) Alexander Leroy “Sandy” Carter, second baseman and 2057 World Series MVP for the Yankees. He
retired his glove in ’65 and spent the next several years as a Yankee scout and coach. The Red Sox hired him as a triple-A manager in ’72.

Clarice directs full attention toward Queen Morgan.

CLARICE (CONT’D) He’s managing their big club now.

QUEEN MORGAN If this man is so valuable, why did Ira Desmorel let him go, and to none other than the Yankees’ most ancient and hated of rivals? Or was
the move Mr. Carter’s idea?

Video clip shows Sandy getting into a dugout brawl with a
fellow YANKEE COACH. Clip rolls, showing more fights,
including boardrooms and bars, during dialog.

CLARICE His points are valid. He just doesn’t bother to curb his temper.

QUEEN MORGAN So it was with Accolon…(appreciative whistle) Even today Alexander Carter has a–how do you say it in this century? Nice abs?

CLARICE (grins) Those, too.

QUEEN MORGAN But he is not available.

CLARICE For the right price, Queen Morgan, anyone is.

QUEEN MORGAN Of course. That never changes.

Queen Morgan twitches her hand to don the sexy black dress. She touches a computer key to open a chat window, and she strikes a sultry pose. Connection opens to show Sandy in his Boston Red Sox office.

SANDY (V.O.) Carter. May I help–

QUEEN MORGAN Me? Why, yes, Mr. Carter. Indeed you may. In ever so many ways.

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Lauren Linwood – Written in the Cards

Welcome,  Lauren. It’s so good to have you on my blog. We’ve been in the Medieval Monday Author Exchange since January but I don’t know much about you. Can you tell us about Lauren the author? 

I wrote my first novel in college and hoped that when I graduated, I could teach days and write every night. That plan flopped when I discovered how time-consuming teaching could be! After being on my feet all day, I would come home nights to lesson planning, grading papers, and calling parents. Being tired physically and emotionally did not make for a conducive writing environment, so I put my dreams of novel writing on a back burner for many years.

Several years ago, I joined a critique group that included two other women who wanted to feed their souls through writing. Those ladies helped me hone my craft and confidence, and I attended an RWA chapter conference in Houston in October 2012. I pitched to Debby Gilbert, the founder, publisher, and editor-in-chief of Soul Mate Publishing. She offered me a contract two weeks after we’d met, and I’ve put everything I have since then into creating characters and putting all the ideas in my head down on paper.

I’ve published two medieval historical romances—Music For My Soul (May 2013) and A Bit of Heaven on Earth (December 2014)—and three western historical romances that include Outlaw Muse (October 2013), A Game of Chance (January 2014), and Written in the Cards (May 2014). My next western historical Ballad Beauty releases March 29, and it’s the first to take place in my home state of Texas.

While my heart will always be in writing historicals, I decided to challenge myself creatively and try something new. I love reading romantic suspense novels, and I recently tried my hand at that. I’m pleased to announce that Leave Yesterday Behind will come out in June 2015, and my editor recently bought a second romantic suspense, Illusions of Death (which is so new that it hasn’t even been placed on the Soul Mate release schedule yet!).

What do you like the most about being an author?

The best thing about being an author is sharing my stories with readers. I love creating characters from scratch. I begin with landing on the perfect name. Then I start seeing that person very clearly in my mind. I give him or her personality traits and a back story. Suddenly, bits of plot start coming to me. I find it fascinating writing a story for characters, and they start talking to me and try to take over the writing every now and then. I love how every day of writing is a different adventure. I especially enjoy hearing from readers when they’ve been moved by a particular story or couple. It’s the biggest thrill in the world to know you’ve entertained people.

Are there any similarities between you and any of your characters? Or are there are characters you particularly relate to? And then naturally, why?

I definitely think I’ve placed bits and pieces of myself in both my heroes and heroines. Serena Sullivan and Jenny McShanahan have both been teachers, as I was for many years. Daman Rutledge, Maggie Rutherford, Nick La Chappelle, and Karlyn Campbell are writers, as I now am. Because we’ve had our occupation in common, I’ve related to each of these characters strongly and understand so much about them.

I’ve also given some of my characters personality traits that I possess. Madeleine Bouchard shares my determination. Jed Stone and Lily Frontiere share my positive attitude. Callie Chennault and I are both sarcastic, while Ben Morgan and I are reflective. Noah Daniel Webster and I are both Texans and strongly identify with that heritage. Despite having things in common with my creations, they definitely stand on their own and are unique in their own ways.

How much time would you say you spend on a weekly basis working towards completing a book? 

I wish I could say I simply work on one book at a time, but the fact is I juggle many balls during the week regarding my novels. If I have a current release, I may be on a blog tour and writing blogs and communicating with readers in order to stir up interest. My editor may send me editing notes, so I could also be re-reading a manuscript and cleaning it up to make it the best possible. Lauren and her coffee

I also do research for each of my books, so I might be looking into what is served at a medieval banquet or what the layout is of 1870s San Francisco. Lately, I’ve been reading up on serial killers and the difference between psycopaths and sociopaths!  I also might be outlining another book or even writing chapters from that outline. It gets crazy with something going on with so many different books, but it’s what I’ve always wanted to do—so no complaints from me!

In my free time, I’m a voracious reader and belong to two book clubs. I enjoy going to the movies and college sporting events. I try to walk 4 miles each morning and another couple after dinner with my husband in tow. While I’m not the best cook out there, I do love to eat—especially if dark chocolate is available.

Is there anything you’d like to share with the readers?

Yes—and it has nothing to do with writing! I’m the mother of an only child, and we’re in the midst of planning her wedding. This has been such an exciting and special time for us as mother/daughter. It’s been a whirlwind of finding the venue, choosing a gown, deciding on food, doing cake tastings, designing invitations, looking at honeymoon destinations, thinking about the rehearsal dinner—a million, bazillion, glorious things. I’m savoring every minute of this lovely journey, and I’m happy because she’s happy. I want to hug the world at this point!

WrittenintheCards_850HIGH (1)Blurb: Maggie Rutherford jilts her too-perfect society groom at the altar and flees New York for the American West, where she turns her travels into dime novels that she writes under the pen name Lud Madison.

Civil War veteran Ben Morgan marries his childhood sweetheart and takes her to homestead on the Great Plains. Losing her in an Indian attack, Ben becomes a roaming gambler. When he kills a cheating opponent in self-defense, the man’s gunslinger brother swears revenge.

After Ben joins a cattle drive and brings in a herd to Abilene, a waiting Maggie interviews him for her next story. Sparks fly as they wind up living in the same household, running a general store east of Abilene. But with Black Tex Lonnegan on his trail, will Ben run from his growing attraction to Maggie and the gunfighter’s promise of death–or will he make a stand for his life–and love?

Excerpt: “I believe I have quite a number of facts, Ben. I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to interview you.”

Maggie pulled money from her reticule and stood, ready to pass it along to the cowboy.

“Thank you for your valuable time. This should be more than enough to pay for your room.”

Ben rose and waved it away. “The whiskey and company are thanks enough.” He corked the bottle and picked it up. “I think I’ll take this with me if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

They stood close in the nook, facing each other. Maggie remembered how much she wanted to kiss this man earlier. She’d almost forgotten, losing herself in his stories.

Looking at him now, her lips ached. Her pulse began to race as she stared into his mesmerizing eyes. She was near enough to smell the soap on his skin and the clean cotton of his brand-new shirt. She decided to take a wild chance. She’d never see him again. Why not?

Before she acted on the impulse, he leaned down and pulled her into his arms. His lips grazed hers, softly at first, then they demanded more. She started to ask what was going on, and his tongue thrust into her mouth. It began stroking hers, dancing along the roof of her mouth, running along magically, sending chills through her.

She grabbed his shirtfront to steady herself. Her stomach tossed about as wildly as her beating heart. His grasp on her tightened, and she melted into his hard, muscled chest. She lost all sense of time.

Then he pulled away from her slightly, their lips almost touching. “Thank you, Miss Rutherford,” he whispered. He kissed her again, swift and hard, tipped his hat, and was gone.

She fell back into the chair. She brought her fingers to her pulsating lips. She still tasted his whiskey and something that was simply the essence of Ben Morgan.

She smiled. She definitely needed to do more research on kissing. And she wanted to investigate the possibilities with him.

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#medievalmonday2015 – The Devil Take You

Welcome back! Medieval Monday continues with H. K. Carlton and The Devil Take You. I love the cover and the title which is why I couldn’t resist it. Here’s an excerpt and blurb. I don’t think you’ll be able to resist either. Enjoy:

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Scotland – 1307 – During the Scottish Wars of Independence

Gard Marschand will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost. Concealing his true identity, he will associate with his enemies, kill his own countrymen, even sell his soul to the devil if all else fails. He will lie, cheat, steal, rape and siege his way across two countries gaining power and reputation in his malevolent wake. His determination all consuming, until King Edward commands Gard to lay siege on Ross-shire holding, where Braelynn Galbraith obliterates his single-minded purpose.

Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, Callum, and a house full of children. In that order. But evil incarnate in the form of Gard Marschand, turns her life inside out and destroys all hope of a decent marriage.
Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need of revenge for a love that might just save his soul, or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?
Excerpt:

Braelynn ran as if the hounds of hell were on her heels. They could very well be this time. She ran while she prayed. “Please God, if ya get me outta this one last scrape I promise I will ne’er pass another message ta the rebels again.”

She should have learned her lesson from the last two outings, almost captured both times. This would be her last, one way or another.

She’d been pursued many times throughout the years and always managed escape. But things were getting much too dangerous. These were not English soldiers on her heels this time. She knew not who hunted her but the steady beating of hooves bore down on her. Brae ran for the caves to lose them there, just as she’d done the day she glimpsed William Wallace two years past, days before his capture. She remembered begging and pleading with the vicar to allow her to accompany him that day. He said it was too dangerous and he himself would carry the message to the rebels; but when he’d let slip that William might possibly be at the meeting place, she threatened to follow after him if he did not simply acquiesce and allow her this.

She’d not spoken to Wallace, only gaped at him from afar. This great man dedicated as she to her country’s freedom. He had not been what she expected. From the tales people told, he was an impressive ten feet tall and indestructible. He was not ten feet tall, she’d found out that day. He looked to be just a normal man. And to her sadness he had not been indestructible. His capture and subsequent execution threw the country and her own little shire into further turmoil.

Brae rounded the burm and with an additional burst of speed made for the bluff, fistfuls of her skirt bunched in her hands to keep her legs free. But before she reached the crags, more horsemen appeared on the cliffs. The lass skidded to a halt, caught between the two. The men behind her rounded the burm. She turned, the men on the cliffs were retreating. She realized that perhaps the horsemen in chase were not after her at all.

Brae had to make a decision and fast. She chose to follow her first instinct and hide in the caves, using the darkness and the tunnels to escape as she’d done in the past.

The young woman scurried over the rocks and under the overhang, sliding through the arch that water and wind had eroded over time. Brae launched herself into the mouth of the first large cave she came to. Hiding in the dark she inhaled deeply, drawing breath after breath into her burning lungs. She listened and waited as her breathing slowly returned to some semblance of normalcy. Brae lifted her skirt and picked her way through the empty tunnels, confident now that she had safely lost her pursuers. Relief flooded her. She let out one last breath and lowered her guard.

In the next instance she found herself thrown against the slimy rocks as a stranger’s filthy hand covered her mouth. Brae squirmed and screamed into his smelly palm.

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Be sure to check out next week’s Medieval Monday author – Jenna Jaxon.

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#8Sunday – WeWriWar March 1st

I love 8 line Sunday. So many authors to check out! Be sure to see the list at  WeWriWar

My scene continues:

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Seumas was losing his battle to stay awake and realized with great despair that he was not going to get anywhere with her. Still, he had to try one last time.

“Iseabail.”

She looked at him and, for a moment, he beheld the woman she had been for him, the strong noblewoman whom he respected and loved and could have built a life with.

“I have fallen in love with ye,” he said.

Emotions flitted across her face. Hope? The veil of indifference fell back into place, covering her beautiful features.

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Foody Friday – Margo Bond Collins

MargoBondCollins (1)Hi, everyone! I’m Margo Bond Collins, and I write sweet, sexy romances for Entangled Publishing’s Red-Hot Bliss line. My Hometown Heroes series is set in Fort Worth, Texas, and my heroes and heroines are very fond of hometown cooking—the kind I grew up with.

One of my family’s favorite cooking traditions is serving buttermilk pie made from my grandmother’s recipe. And in my forthcoming book Opposing the Cowboy, LeeAnn and Jonah spend some time in search of the perfect dessert–and buttermilk pie is definitely in the running.

This is a type of chess pie–in fact, some of the older versions of recipes for it call it a buttermilk chess pie–and the trick to testing to see if a chess pie is “set” is to slide a cold, clean table knife into the center. If the knife comes out clean, the pie is ready.

Finally, the recipe below doesn’t include any information about pie crusts. In my family, my husband is in charge of those; if it were up to me, we would always have the store-bought kind!buttermilk pie (1)

Makes two buttermilk pies

3 eggs, lightly beaten
2 cups sugar
1/2 cup butter
1 cup buttermilk
3 tablespoons flour
1 teaspoon vanilla

Preheat oven to 375.

In a mixer (set on low), combine eggs, vanilla, and buttermilk until well mixed. Add sugar and flour, continuing to mix well. Finally, add butter (still cold). When butter is spread evenly throughout mixture, pour into two uncooked pie shells. Cover the edges of the crust with foil to avoid burning.

Cook at 375 for about 45 minutes, until pie is set.

Bio: Margo Bond Collins is the author of urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She has published a number of novels, including Sanguinary, Taming the Country Star, Legally Undead, Waking Up Dead, and Fairy, Texas. She lives in Texas with her husband, their daughter, and several spoiled pets. Although writing fiction is her first love, she also teaches college-level English courses online. She enjoys reading romance and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, monsters, cowboys, and villains, and the strong women who love them—and sometimes fight them.

Margo Bond Taming the Country Star CoverBlurb:  He’ll do anything to win her heart. She’ll do anything to keep him away. Country star Cole Grayson is in town, and Kylie Andrews is less than thrilled. As if months of changing the radio station and tearing down his posters weren’t bad enough, now she has to deal with a town of fans swarming toward the man who deceived her the year before. But when Kylie’s eyes meet Cole’s again, she can’t deny the electric chemistry that drew her to him the first time around.

Cole Grayson is on a mission. Ever since Kylie left him, he hasn’t been able to forget her sweet country smile. After writing a song just for her, he sets off for her hometown to prove he’s not the player she thinks he is. But as much as Cole can’t forget her, Kylie wonders if she can forgive him…

Excerpt: Kylie Andrews’s Texas-themed gift shop, Cowbelles, sat on the very outer edge of Fort Worth’s Stockyards District, not far from Jimmy’s Honky Tonk. And much to her dismay, no matter how often she cleared it, the wall adjacent to her store remained covered with announcements for local events.

Like, for example, concerts.

She stared at the latest layer of advertisements.

From the topmost poster, Cole Grayson stared out at her, leaning against the edge of an old barn door, guitar at his feet. One booted foot was kicked up against the wooden wall behind him. His dark-blond hair curled around behind one ear and fell down across his eye on the other side. A cowboy hat rested on the ground next to the guitar.

Her hand drifted up toward the image, hovering several inches from the picture of his face. She glanced around. None of the other shopkeepers were outside. No one was watching.

“Bastard,” she whispered to herself, and ripped the poster off the wall.

At least, she tried to. It was thicker than she had expected, attached more firmly, and it resisted her pull.

Chewing on her lip, she took another look around, dropped her bag to the ground, and reached up to grasp the edge with both fists, jerking at it in opposite directions. A tiny tear opened up along the side, and she yanked harder. Finally, the poster ripped—right across Cole Grayson’s lying eyes.

She tugged at the image some more, glancing around surreptitiously every few moments and dropping ragged pieces of paper on the ground at her feet, until there was nothing left on the wall but a few fluttering strips.

Gathering the mutilated shreds together, she opened her bag and shoved them inside until they overflowed, bright ribbons of color in the morning light.

Book Trailer:    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGro1xb2sPk

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Opposing the Cowboy, Hometown Heroes #2 is coming soon! Be sure to add it to your Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22886615-opposing-the-cowboy

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Jane Leopold Quinn – My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality

I am so pleased to be welcoming Jane Leopold Quinn to my blog today. She’s a pretty amazing writer. Very real. I’m sure you can relate to her. Enjoy!

Welcome, Jane. First, tell us about your writing journey.

I’ve been writing since late 1999. I told a friend who shared a love of The Big Valley and Nick Barkley that I’d been having an interesting (okay, a hot) fantasy, a western story about a cowboy and female rancher. The story included an evil ranch foreman, as well as the cowboy’s brother and wife. My friend said, “Why don’t you write it?” Unh, I hadn’t even thought of that, and how did she know that was exactly what I should be doing. The next morning, on my way to work, I bought a spiral notebook, put pen to paper, and wrote seemingly non-stop for days, weeks, forever. I went downtown for an hour and half before work and wrote at an Au Bon Pain. I wrote at noon, I wrote on the weekends at home. I sat on the couch, listened to music, and wrote like a maniac. Then I joined Romance Writers of America, started to make contacts with on-line Yahoo loops, met other writers, and gathered the names of publishers. Alas, my submissions to New York publishers and agents were rejected. One loop offered to match up an experienced author with a newbie. To my great fortune, I was matched up with Joan Powell, who guided me in so many ways. The fact that she liked my writing made her my favorite person on Earth.

After writing two westerns quickly, I turned my attention to a time travel to 2nd Century Roman Britain. Ancient Ties featured Marek, a disillusioned Roman soldier yearning for peace, and Janney, a small-town Iowa school teacher in Bath, England on vacation. She steps through the doorway of a ruined Roman villa and into 161 A.D. Aquae Sulis. This became my first published book in 2005 by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. It’s currently and sadly out of print, but I have hopes it will soon be back. So, I’ve been published since August of 2005.

Some of my books have been published by one or two publishers, but currently, I have 16 books available for sale. Some are at publishers and some self-published. More and more are self-pubbed after the rights expire. I seem to write almost every genre:  erotic contemporary romance, ménage, M/F, M/M, F/F, sexy faery tale, historic western romance, vampire, and time travel. These are all of various lengths. My first three books were novel length, but now I enjoy writing novellas and short stories. I’m not sure how those lengths became my favorites, but they definitely are. The shorter type of story is an amazing challenge, the drill-down to a story’s essence. I call it a snapshot in the lives of two people.

The moment I put that pen to paper, my heart thumped happily, and I knew this was what I was meant to do with my life. I’m proud of each of my books. Their overarching message is that true love can happen and there are happily ever afters in life. My own personal story proves that!

What do you like best about being an author?

Creating life. I suppose that sounds arrogant, but that’s what writers do. We make up characters out of thin air, give them names and back stories, and then put them together and see what happens next. The second best thing I love about being an author is writing “The End.” What a sense of accomplishment that is. It’s brought me to tears many times.

Any similarities between you and any of your characters?

There are always similarities between my characters and me. My heroines, though, are smarter, braver, and more beautiful than I am. ;-) Characters I enjoy reading about start out in trouble, not necessarily physical trouble, and work their way out of it with the help of a handsome hunk. I like characters who take chances to get what they want in life. I’ve taken a few myself and have always gained so much from the risk.Jane Leopold Quinn

How much time do you spend on writing?

Pretty much all my time is spent on writing and writing-related activities. If I’m not writing, I’m working on promotion and thinking about a work in progress or a new work. And if I’m not writing, I’m reading. All my life, since early childhood, books have been an important part. My mother used to tell me to get outside to play instead of staying in my room reading. I used to take several library books on our family vacations and actually still do take books on vacation. Even if I don’t read them or read at all, the knowledge that they’re close at hand makes me feel secure.

Is there anything you’d like to share with the readers?

Reading is a pleasure. Books offer so much – learning experiences, escape, hope for the future, pathways to love. I don’t care what genre you read, which heat level you’re most comfortable with, I’d love you to just read. Relax and enjoy a story. Catch your breath in suspense in the plot. Laugh, smile, weep, sob. It’s all good, and much needed especially in this crazy world we’re living in.

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Blurb: Nick Gabriel, orphan, outlaw, reformed man, yearns for what his brother Jake has—land, a home, and best of all, a loving wife. Nick pulls a woman off a rearing horse, slamming her sexy, lithe body against his, the impetuous action setting him up to lose his heart.

Margee McPherson’s whole world revolves around running the ranch her father left her and handling the creepy ranch foreman she also inherited. Years before, she’d made a mistake that ended tragically. Now, she won’t allow the drifter cowboy, Nick Gabriel, to get anywhere near her no matter how tall, dark, and handsome he is, and how much she longs to be in his arms.

Both have secrets in their pasts. Will Margee’s fear and guilt keep her from moving forward with her life? Nick’s fallen in love with the beautiful rancher. Can he prove to her his roaming days are over? And will they survive their past secrets, finding the love they didn’t know they craved?

Excerpt:  Joshua, California 1881 – Agee Ranch

The day was warm for early spring in the mountains, the sky luminously blue and topped with a few high clouds mashed-looking as if with the tines of a fork. Unlike the heavy, hot, moist heat of the southern part of the state, the air was arid up here. Fir trees on the mountain slopes had a crisp, clean, triangle-like look.

Nick had known where Jake and Ivy had settled since they’d reunited several months ago. He’d debated with himself if he should stay away or seek them out. But at thirty-one, he was weary of the uncertainty and loneliness of tramping around the country. Reuniting with Joey, who now went by the more grown up sounding Jake, had been bittersweet. Thank God the kid had turned out all right and not like his jail bird older brother.

He’d been hired by her father to find the runaway Ivy Westlake. It was a once in a lifetime chance that the baby brother he hadn’t seen for fifteen years was with her. He’d been jealous of the obvious love between Jake and Ivy, but he’d had a job to do. Then she was kidnapped by his own two henchmen. After rescuing her, he’d protected her all the way to Los Angeles, holding her when she’d vomited every morning. When he learned she was pregnant with Jake’s child, he’d promised to find Jake and send him to her in Mexico. But Jake had found her all by himself.

Now it seemed Nick had found them here together with a ranch of their own and a baby on the way. Family. Something he’d never really had. Something he was aching for now.

The ranch house, painted white and with a wide porch, looked inviting. A wooden fence surrounded a large swath of grass across the front with bushes and flowers as a border. He smiled as he rode closer. It appeared Jake had the ideal home. A woman leaned against the porch railing, one hand above her eyes to cut the sun so she could see better. Ivy. God, she looked wonderful even at a distance and even heavy with child.

“Jake, come out here!”

Nick reined in at the bottom of the porch steps, his expression neutral. After all, he had no inkling if Jake would be happy to see him.

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Blurb: Jake and Ivy is historical western romance with very sensual love scenes.

Ivy Westlake, thought to be a demure young lady, comes alive at her friend’s hacienda in Mexico when she discovers the Flamenco. Her wild side is unleashed in the sensuality of music and dancing. She will not allow her father to force her into a marriage of convenience back East, so she runs away with the dance troupe.

Jake Agee, cowboy, horse trader, loner, has carefully built a life with no commitments. That life explodes in his face when Ivy dances. He doesn’t know she’s run away until he spots her performing in a small California town. He battles his desire to have this woman against his well-honed sense of independence.

Jake and Ivy perform their own style of pas de deux throughout southern California until their passions ignite in a desert cave in the middle of a thunder storm. Jake fights his growing love as Ivy fights her craving for their erotic pursuits. Jake’s long lost brother suddenly and mysteriously surfaces. Will this appearance tear Jake and Ivy apart? Will it destroy their love?

Excerpt: 

He was prepared to beg if need be but she’d stood on the wagon when he’d held out his hand. He just reached out and she came to him. Clasping her possessively around her waist, he wanted her to be in no doubt as to what this was all about.

It was more than just wanting to seduce her, he could find a willing woman. But could he find one with Ivy’s specific attributes—stubborn, courageous, unconsciously sensuous but innocent at the same time. She rode like a man, danced like a dream, looked like an angel and kissed like the very devil. How could this eastern girl, brought up in the lap of luxury living a life so completely different from his, have any interest in him? He could no longer ignore the spark he knew they’d both felt the first time they’d set eyes on each other and whenever they kissed. As much as he tried to think it through logically, it wasn’t something that could be reasoned out. He’d ridden around in circles, literally and figuratively, until he’d made his decision.

While wiping the horse down with rags from his saddlebags, he saw her in his peripheral vision flinch at every lightning flash and boom of thunder. She stood shivering against the wall, watching his every move, watching the rain and wind whip through the brush outside the cave. She hugged her arms, rubbing them distractedly. She must be freezing in her clothing soaked from the driving rain.

“Easy, boy,” he murmured soothingly to his horse. Easy, boy. Soothing himself. She’d come willingly but did she know what was going to happen? Easy. Don’t frighten her.

“I’ll make a fire.” He squatted and lit the brush inside a circle of stones he’d set up earlier when he’d found the cave. Fitful flames finally flared, their light steadier and more comforting than the lightning flashes.

Pushing himself upright off his bent knees, he turned and focused on her. His gaze swept from her feet to her intense wide eyes. Loosened hair tumbled over her shoulders and breasts, her hard nipples clearly jutting against the clingy wet cloth of her shirt. His cock throbbed at the sight.

She shivered.

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#medievalmondal2015 – Knight of Runes

This is so exciting to have all these great medieval authors featured. I hope you’re enjoying getting a taste and maybe finding new authors to try out. Today’s feature is Ruth A. Casie with Knight of Runes. What a title! What a cover! What a book! And she has her next release in the series due out in March. How great is that? Enjoy:

KnightofRunesFinalWhen Lord Arik, a druid knight, finds Rebeka Tyler wandering his lands without protection, he swears to keep her safe. But Rebeka can take care of herself. When Arik sees her clash with a group of attackers using a strange fighting style, he’s intrigued.

Rebeka is no ordinary seventeenth-century woman—she’s traveled back from the year 2011, and she desperately wants to return to her own time. She poses as a scholar sent by the king to find out what’s killing Arik’s land. But as she works to decode the ancient runes that are the key to solving this mystery and sending her home, she finds herself drawn to the charismatic and powerful Arik.

As Arik and Rebeka fall in love, someone in Arik’s household schemes to keep them apart, and a dark druid with a grudge prepares his revenge. Soon Rebeka will have to decide whether to return to the future or trust Arik with the secret of her time travel and her heart.

Excerpt

England ~ May, 1605

I should not have stayed away from the Manor so long. Something stirs. Lord Arik’s eyes swept the surrounding area as he and his three riders escorted the wagon with the old tinker and the woman. They sped through the forest as fast as the rain-slicked trail would allow. Unable to shake the ominous feeling of being watched, Arik remained alert. At length, the horses winded, he slowed the pace as they neared the Stone River.

“The forest is flooded. I suspect the Stone will be as well. Willem, ride on ahead and let me know what we face at the crossing.”

Willem did his lord’s bidding and quickly returned with his report. “The river ahead runs fast, m’lord. The bridge is in disrepair and cannot be crossed.”

Arik raised his hand and brought the group to a halt. “Doward,” he said to the old tinker. “We must make repairs. There’s no room for the wagon at the river’s edge. You and the woman stay here and set up camp. Be ready to join us at the bridge when I send word.”

Logan, Arik’s brother, spoke up. “I’ll keep watch here and help Doward and Rebeka.”

Arik nodded and, with the others, continued the half mile to the bridge.

“I am not pleased with this new delay.”

“It can’t be helped, m’lord. We would make better time without the wagon,” said Simon.

“I’ll not leave Doward and the woman unescorted through the forest, not with what we’ve heard lately. We’ll have to drive hard to make up the lost time.”

The frame of the bridge stood solid, the planks scattered everywhere, clogging the banks and shallows. Arik leaped from his horse onto the frame to begin the repairs.

“Hand me that planking.” Arik pointed to the nearest board.

Simon grabbed the plank and examined it. “Sir, these boards have been deliberately removed.”

Arik took the board and lifted it before him. An arrow whooshed out of the trees, and slammed into the plank’s edge. Willem pulled his axe from his belt as Arik and Simon drew their swords. In a fluid, practiced movement, Willem spun and found his mark. He sent his axe flying. The archer fell into the river and was swept downstream, Willem’s axe still lodged in his forehead. A dozen or more attackers broke through the stand of trees.

Arik tossed the board into the river and readied his sword. The enemy was poorly dressed carrying clubs and knives. There was only one sword among them. The leader. Arik’s target.

“They plan to pin us here at the river’s edge. Come, we’ll take the offensive before they form up.” They moved forward, driving a wedge through the enemy’s ragged line, forcing what little formation they had to scatter and fight, each man for himself.

A man, club in hand, rushed at Arik. Before the attacker could bring his weapon into play, Arik pivoted around him. He raised his sword high, and slammed the hilt’s steel pommel squarely on the man’s head. Arik moved on before the man’s lifeless body dropped to the ground.

Willem and Simon, on either side of Arik, advanced through the melee. Their swift continuous swordplay moved smoothly from one stroke to the next, whipping through the air. They slashed on the downswing and again on the backswing, sweeping their weapons back into position to repeat the killing sequence. The knight and his soldiers steadily advanced, punishing any man who dared to come near them.

“For Honor!” Logan’s war cry carried from the small camp to Arik’s ears.

Arik stiffened. Both camps were now under attack. He pulled his blade from an attacker’s chest. The body crumpled to the blood-soaked ground. Arik breathed deeply, the coppery taste of blood in the air. “For Honor!” he bellowed in answer. His men echoed his call, arms thrown wide, muscles quivering, the berserker’s rage overtaking them.

The remaining attackers paled and fled headlong into the forest.

Motioning to his men to follow, Arik raced toward the camp. He could hear the shouts, and cursed himself for not seeing the danger. He crested the hill and came to an abrupt halt.

Logan’s sword ripped through the air as he protected Doward. The tinker drew his short blade and did as much damage as he could. But it was the woman Arik noticed. Her skirt hiked up, she twirled her walking stick like a weapon with an expertise that left him slack-jawed. She dispatched the attackers, one by one, in a deadly well-practiced dance. A man rushed toward her, knife in hand. The sneer on his face didn’t match the fear in his eyes. She stepped out of his line of attack, extended her stick to her side, and holding it with both hands swept the weapon forward, striking the attacker across the bridge of his nose. Blood exploded from his face in an arc of fine spray as his head snapped back. Droplets dusted her face creating an illusion of bright red freckles. As he fell, she reversed her swing and caught him hard behind his knees. He went down on his back, spread-eagled. She swung her stick over her head and landed a precise and disabling blow to his forehead that knocked him unconscious.

As she spun to face the next threat her eyes captured Arik’s and held. In the space of an instant, time slowed to a crawl. Her hair slowly loosened from its pins and swirled out around her. His breath caught and his heartbeat quickened as a rapturous surge raced through his body. Something eternal and familiar, with a sense of longing, unsettled him. In the next heartbeat, she tore her eyes away, leaving him empty. Time resumed its normal pace. Another attacker lay at her feet.

Arik joined the fight.

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#8Sunday – WeWriWar February 22, 2015

Welcome back to eight line Sunday. Loads of authors sharing eight lines from their books at   WeWriWar

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“For the money. You were going to ransom me and get the reward from my uncle. Malcolm told me all about it.”

Seumas rolled his eyes. She would believe that scoundrel but not him? “Ye put yer trust in the wrong man.”

Snorting derisively, she said, “I do that quite a bit.”

Silence—they both waited.

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Foody Friday – Lady Honey’s Cheese and Honey Pie

National Best Selling Medieval Author Kathryn Le Veque is my guest today. As my son likes to say “I like pie.”
I have gained a love of cooking over the years and really like to try new recipes. One of the things I like to do is try new recipes for food that I use in my novels – Medieval recipes! Some of them are actually quite good – when you think about it, people in Medieval times had many of the same ingredients we use today – flour, salt, butter, raisins, oats, honey, cinnamon, etc, so many of their recipes are very close to what we would make in Modern times. Some of the recipes I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole (anything with brains and fish – combined!!), but others are delicious. I came across a recipe for a Cheese and Saffron pie not too long ago and gave it a try (with some of my own twists by adding honey and a couple of other things). It really turned out delicious according to my official taste testers (husband and son).  This recipe will also appear in my new release , THE THUNDER LORD. Try it and enjoy!

Lady Honey’s Cheese and Honey Pie 

1 9-inch pie shell (Lady Honey would have had her cooks make their own, but for the sake of the modern recipe, you can purchase a ready-made shell)

½ lbs soft to medium white cheese (Gouda works well or any other tart, semi-soft white cheese – must not be hard!)

3 eggs, beaten

1 tablespoon milk

1 tablespoon butter

2 tablespoons honey

1 teaspoon salt

“Pinch” (two tiny sprigs) of Spanish Saffron

“Pinch” of cinnamon

1.      Make sure you have a hot oven (400 degrees)

2.      Brown pie shell for 10 minutes in hot oven. Remove.

3.      Cut cheese into smaller chunks. Put cheese, eggs, butter, milk, honey, salt, saffron and cinnamon into a blender. Blend until smooth.

4.      Pour mixture into pie crust and bake 10 minutes.

5.      Reduce heat to 325 degrees and bake 35 minutes more.

6.      Remove pie and let stand for 10 minutes.

7.      Drizzle more honey over the top of the pie, add candied rose petals for garnish, and serve hot to the knights who are waiting for it.

 

Lords of Thunder Book 1 (1)Blurb: Welcome to Book One in the de Shera Brotherhood Trilogy. The Thunder Lord

1258 A.D. – As Henry III spends most of his time in France and focused on his French favorites, powerful English barons including Simon de Montfort begin to form an allegiance against him. Rising to power in this dark and uncertain time is the House of de Shera; headed by Gallus de Shera, Earl of Coventry and Lord Marshal of Worcestershire, Gallus is flanked by his brothers Maximus and Tiberius, forming an unbreakable circle of strength that cannot be broken. All know and fear the mighty de Shera brothers.

When Gallus de Shera is pressured to enter into a marital contract with the eldest daughter of Hugh Bigod, another powerful warlord, he balks at the suggestion but is resigned to the fact that he has little choice, as the mighty Bigod family would make strong family relations. But before the contract can take place, a fortuitous moment in time sees him rescue a Welsh daughter of royal blood. The Lady Jeniver Tacey ferch Gaerwen is the daughter of kings and Gallus is instantly entranced with the raven-haired lass. When Jeniver’s father is mortally wounded, he begs Gallus to marry his daughter. Unable to refused a dying man’s request, Gallus accepts. Although he knows he must face Hugh Bigod at some point over the fact that he is no longer an eligible bachelor, he has no remorse – all he can focus on is his new bride, and a powerful love story is born.

Join Gallus and Jeniver as they embark on a new life together, where the English barons would see their marriage torn apart even as they rebel against Henry III. It is an epic journey of politics, betrayal, hatred, and ultimately a timeless passion between Gallus and Jeniver in this exciting first book of a three-book trilogy.

Excerpt:

“There must be a misunderstanding,” the priest said. “I did not come to pray for the dying. Were you expecting someone to?”

Gallus, standing behind Jeniver, entered the conversation. “If you are not here to perform a funeral mass, why have you come?”

“He came to perform a marriage mass.”

The voice came from the entry to the chapel and they all turned to see Gallus’ mother, Honey, standing in the doorway. When she realized all eyes were upon her, she stepped into the chapel and quietly shut the door. Only then did she turn to face the group.

“He came at my request,” she said, looking directly at Gallus. “He is here to perform the marriage ceremony for you and Lady Jeniver.”

Gallus stared at his mother. “Marriage mass?” he repeated. He had to make a conscious effort to keep his mouth from hanging open in surprise. “You brought him here for that?”

Honey nodded, stepping closer. She remained fixed on Gallus as if he were the only person in the room.

“I promised Lord ap Gaerwen that you would marry his daughter,” she said evenly. “I intend to keep my promise.”

Now, Gallus couldn’t help it, his mouth hung open and he looked at his mother as if she had gone quite mad. “You agreed to a betrothal that you did not have my permission to agree to,” he clarified. “We have not discussed it further, which I assumed we would, but now I find that you have summoned a priest for such a purpose? Did you think to bully me into submission, then?”

Honey held her ground. “Listen to me, Gallus,” she said. Then, she looked at her other two sons who were gazing at her with varying degrees of surprise. “All of you will listen to me and listen well. I am a sick woman. I do not have long for this life. I am not going to die knowing that my eldest son is still in limbo grieving his dead wife and my other two sons are foolishly unattached. Is that what you think I want? I do not have the luxury of time to wait for you idiots to come to your senses and provide me with more grandchildren. Gallus, I know you have been miserable since Catheryn’s death but in Lady Jeniver, I see a chance for happiness for you again. Is that too much to hope for? Your happiness? Or are you simply going to pine away for the rest of your life, leaving two young daughters motherless after I die? Do you think it will make my passing a peaceful one if I know my entire family is in a state of turmoil?”

She was speaking quite angrily by the time she was finished, which was unusual for the normally sedate woman. Gallus stared at her a moment before grunting unhappily, putting both hands to his head and turning away from the woman, running his fingers through his hair in a frustrated gesture. He hissed and sighed, indicative of a man with a good deal on his mind. He ended up pacing over by Tiberius and Maximus, coming to pause between his brothers.

“I am sure you feel you are doing what is best for me,” he said, trying to be calm about it. Then, he gestured to Jeniver, who was standing in place looking rather shocked about the entire circumstances. “What about her? The woman’s entire life has been upended and now you want to upend it more by having her marry a stranger?”

Honey looked at Jeniver. “What will you do if you do not marry my son?” she nearly demanded. “Will you return home? Marry a sweetheart who toils the fields or works in a shed? Can you not see that your father wishes for you to marry the Earl of Coventry? It will be a good life for you with much prestige. Will you not obey your father’s wishes?”

Jeniver didn’t want to get into an argument with a woman who had been very kind to her. Much like Gallus, she was in a bad position. She wanted to resist but she knew that she could not. Her father’s wish was for her to be taken care of in the event of his death, but he was not dead yet. Still, she was presented with a wonderful opportunity. There wasn’t much she could do to refute any of this for she was, essentially, at their mercy. And they had promised Gaerwen she would be taken care of. Heavily, she sighed.

“I will not return home to marry a sweetheart,” she said quietly. “I do not have one. My father wishes for me to be taken care of but he is not dead yet. He made the bargain when he thought he was at his end.”

“And he is closer to his end now than he was when he struck the bargain,” Honey said, rather firmly. “Whether the man lives or dies, he made an agreement that was accepted. Whether you marry Gallus now or in five years, the agreement will still be the same. The only difference is that your father may not be here to witness it and I certainly will not be here if you wait. Therefore, you will do it now.”

Jeniver could see there was no way out of this. She looked at Gallus, who was clearly upset by the entire circumstance. “If the earl does not wish to fulfill my father’s wishes, then I will not think him a lesser man for it,” she said quietly. “He saved my life and I shall always be grateful to him.”

In the midst of his frustrated ticking, Gallus came to a stop and looked at her. “Do you want to marry me?” he asked.

Jeniver wouldn’t look at him. She could feel her cheeks growing quite hot but she had no idea why. The earl was handsome and in the brief conversations they’d had, she had come to like him. There was interest in her heart. Perhaps she was ashamed that there was no interest in his.

“It is clear that you do not wish to marry me,” she said, avoiding the question. “I do not blame you for it. You do not know me and I do not know you. I am not embittered by the rejection.”

Gallus peered at her. He was aware she had not answered the question. Dropping his hands from his head, he went over to her and planted himself in front of her.

“Answer me,” he said quietly, with a measure of gentleness. “Do you want to marry me?”

Jeniver kept her head down, eyes averted. She wasn’t sure she could avoid the question again, not with him demanding an answer.

“I would be agreeable if you are,” she said, so softly that he barely heard her. “But you are not agreeable so the question is irrelevant.”

Gallus stared at her, aware that he was feeling something odd and giddy in his chest. So she was agreeable? He was genuinely puzzled by her answer. But he was also strangely flattered and encouraged by it.

“But…,” he started, stopped, and then started again. “I am not a young man. Surely you would want a husband closer to your own age.”

Jeniver looked up at him, then. “How old are you?”

Gallus scratched his ear. “I have seen thirty-seven years.”

“And I have seen eighteen. I fail to see the issue in our ages.”

Gallus blinked, somewhat stumped by her answer. “Then I suppose there is none,” he said. “But I already have two children you would be a mother to. This does not concern you?”

“Nay.”

“You would not be permitted to be cruel to them in any fashion.”

“If they need to be disciplined, I will not back away. Raising a spoilt child does the entire world a disservice.”

Speechless, Gallus looked up at his mother for something of support or answers. Honey was the only person he allowed to discipline his daughters and he could see that she was smiling at Jeniver’s answers. When Honey saw that her son was looking at her, she nodded her head confidently.

“She will make a worthy Countess of Coventry,” she assured her son. “Marry her, Gallus. She will make you happy.”

Gallus returned his attention to Jeniver, who was still looking up at him quite openly. She was such a beautiful creature. He had thought so since the beginning. Gazing down into that lovely face, all of the hesitance and opposition died within him. He couldn’t think on the guilt he had felt for thinking another woman attractive other than his deceased wife. He knew, deep down, that Catheryn would have wanted him to be happy. She had been a generous and understanding woman.

 

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#Eggcerpt Exchange – Tina Gayle

Welcome to the Eggcerpt Exchange where authors showcase one of their books and you get to read an excerpt. All different genres. All different time periods. All definitely good. Your TBR list is going to get very long. Today I have Texas native, Tina Gayle with a book from the Executive Wives Club Series. Enjoy!

BIO: Tina Gayle was born in Texas, the place of her heart and where most of her family still lives. The youngest of four daughters, she grew up a dreamer.  She worked for years in the business world doing a variety of accounting jobs. Then when her two sons were little, Tina decided to go back to school to get a degree in MIS. She only used this degree a few years before deciding to follow her passion for writing romance.

Married twenty-five years, she and her husband love to travel and can’t wait for Mike to retire so they can do it more.

Executives’ Wives’ Club series
Four women…
One fatal car wreck…
Everyone’s lives changed…

tinagayleEWC1 — “The Unwilling Widow”

Jennifer Larson, having lost her husband, friends and the perfect life she’d had plan, now faces the biggest challenge of her life, moving into an unplanned future. While the rest of the Executive Wife Club is still wallowing in the past, Jen is tempted into the future by a sexy chiropractor, Hagan Chaney.

But does he really love her or is he only after her money?

Excerpt -

Jen gathered her strength and followed Hagan through the house. The easy flow of his long limbs showed incredible grace for a big man. So tempting, yet, she couldn’t pursue him. Not now, not with everyone watching her, they expected her to act like a grieving widow. If she didn’t, they’d forever brand her as an unloving wife.

She hated the farce, but she had no choice. No one knew her marriage had turned into a sham long before Craig died.

A few minutes later, she walked outside and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, with the showing done, she could return Hagan to his office. She locked the front door and stored the key in the lockbox. Spinning on her heels, she faced Hagan.

At the end of the porch, one foot already positioned on the first step with a hand out to assist her, he waited. “So, Jen, since we’re done for today, why don’t we meet tomorrow night for dinner?”

Jen edged backward and her butt hit the closed door. The urge to run away from his undeniable magnetism, and the problems he’d cause, sent her mind into a tail spin.

What in the hell should I do now?

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