#FallingIntoLove Author Tina Gayle

My guest today is author Tina Gayle with an excerpt from her hot read for adult audiences. The excerpt, however, is PG. Enjoy:

Stormy – Now available for preorder on Amazon goes live Oct. 15



A widower, a divorcee, co-workers, lovers…a future together…marriage?

Consoling each other for years over each other’s misfortune, Karen and Daniel turn a friendship into a weekend of unbridled red-hot passion. The heat between them leads to thoughts of a future together. That is…

Until children, an ex-husband, an unexpected heart-attack, a conniving trophy-wife, guilt, and personal choices come between them. Will the heat of their passion let them break from the past and move into the future?

Hot read for mature adults – a second chance at love.


“Daniel, if you’re in the bathroom come out this minute.”

The entrance opened, and he stood in the doorway.

Problem, he wore only a towel.

Awe, shit…she didn’t need to see his bare chest covered in crisp dark hair, the sculptured muscles of his arms and shoulders, developed pecs, and thick thighs.

Damn, how was she supposed to resist such temptation?

Desire added with the anxiety she’d already experienced on her drive here, lit her anger. “Why the hell didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been calling and texting you for the last two hours.”

A confused frown passed over his handsome face. Instead of responding, he stepped to the bedside table. He lifted his cell phone and clicked a few buttons.

Unable to contain her impatience, Karen stalked forward.

He glanced up when she grew closer and showed her the phone. “I don’t understand it. I don’t show receiving any messages or calls. The signals must have gotten lost because of the storm.”

She’d suspected as much. Still, she refused to let him off the hook because he could’ve contacted her before he left town. “You should’ve called me. But no…”

Having endured his inability to communicate for months now, she stabbed her finger through the air at him. “You never call. You always expect me to phone you. Well, I’ve had it.”

The distance closed between them and she stood inches from him. Her fingertip tapped his chest. Static electricity sparked between them and her fist unfolded. She stumbled backward.

“Whoa.” Daniel caught her around the waist with one hand and held her close. His phone landed on the bed before he circled his other arm around her. His strong grip held her steady and didn’t allow her to step away. “You’re right. I guess I’m just use to…”

“Don’t say it. I’ve heard it too many times. Sharon might have resented the interruptions but I’m not her. I’m never in any type of meeting that you could possibly disrupt.” Karen spread her hands over his chest and worked to maintain a smidgen of distance. Nevertheless with him so near, his warmth surrounding her in a seductive cocoon, she had to fight the urge to melt against him.

“Yes, but if I called you whenever I wanted we’d never get off the phone.” The husky tone of his voice pulled her gaze upward.

Author Bio: Tina Gayle grew up a dreamer and loves escaping into a good romantic book. She is currently working on two different series the Executive Wives’ Club and the Family Tree series both combine elements of women fiction with the passion of romance. Read the 1st chapter of any of her books on her website.

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#medievalmonday Lord of Sherwood

It’s Medieval Monday – Yay! And today we have the lovely Laura Strickland with the third book in her The Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy entitled Lord of Sherwood. I love stories about Sherwood. Enjoy!


Curlew Champion, master archer, has always known his destiny.  With his cousin, Heron Scarlet, he will become a guardian of Sherwood Forest and further his people’s fight against Norman Tyranny.  But the third member of the triad is still to be revealed, the woman who will complete the magical circle and, perhaps, answer the longing in Curlew’s heart.

Anwyn Montfort has fled disgrace in Shrewsbury and come to Nottingham at her father’s bidding.  He wishes her to make a good marr

iage and settle down.  But the wildness that possesses her refuses to quiet.  She knows she’s been searching for something all her life, but not until she glimpses Curlew does her spirit begin to hope it has found its home.

Only the magic of Sherwood can bring them together, and only their union can complete the spell woven so long ago …


Aye, Curlew thought ruefully, she could not be ruined more completely than at his hands last night. And if he sent her home with his child in her belly, what then? He realized, with a shock, he did not even know her given name.

A bit brusquely he said, “Gather up your clothing, lass. Cover yourself. You must go home.”


“Do not be daft. Of course you must. Your father will be beside himself.”

“You promised.”


Stubborn light flashed in her eyes. “You gave a vow last night that you would never send me away from you.”

Had he? Dismay crashed down upon Curlew like a hurled stone. But he had thought she was the Lady, asking from him a vow of devotion. He did not know he spoke words to a mortal woman.

He got to his feet, heedless of his nakedness, and began collecting her shed garments and thrusting them at her. “To be sure, you will go home.”

“Nottingham is not my home.” She tipped back her head to look at him. “I belong nowhere, except maybe here with you.”

Curlew shook his head violently. He turned from her and took up his own clothing, pulled his sark over his head even as she watched, donned his leather tunic, then slid into his leather leggings.

“Master Curlew?”

He turned back to her swiftly. She sat with her chemise clutched to those tantalizing breasts, her eyes wide with inquiry.

“Listen to me, Mistress Montfort. You are not for me, nor I for you.”

“But last night—”

“Despite last night.” In spite of the wonder and magic of it, the undeniable sense of rightness. “For I have a destiny before me, one I cannot escape, and would not if I could. I regret, but you have chosen the wrong man.”

She got to her feet, her clothing still caught against her. The autumn sun, filtering through the leaves, warmed her hair to amber-gold. “I do not believe that.”

“You must. Now dress yourself. I will see you safe to the edge of the forest.”

She did not move. Like a goddess she stood and looked at him with defiance.

Curlew felt an unexpected twinge of sympathy for Montfort. Who could fail to love this lass, or be driven beyond endurance by her? “Please,” he said.

The corners of her mouth twitched. “I regret, my lord, I would do most anything to please you. Anything but that.”

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Next week we have Scottish romance writer Cathy MacRae. See you then.


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#8sunday WeWriWa 9/28/14

Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors eight sentence Sunday. Hope you enjoy this next excerpt from The Saxon Bride:

She shook her head slowly, a single tear falling down each cheek.”I have not.” Her voice was quiet.

“Then I apologize at offending you with my desire.” He actually believed she was telling him the truth. Then why did she open the door for Arthur so easily? His confusion was complete. He dropped his hand from her face and turned away.


Available now: The Saxon Bride


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From Busker to Mainstream Musician – Claudine Langille

Welcome! The transition from summer to fall always fills me with a sense of purpose and determination. One of the things I’m working on is getting interviews with musicians up. I love music. I have a music major and taught music. I have to say that I struggled with the classical training. I sang at church services, weddings, and concerts, but it wasn’t until I started to sing at Sessions that I really felt like I belonged. Being a Music teacher, I love all styles of music and know that people have many different reasons for choosing one style of music over another. Let’s say that being of Celtic decent has equipped me for the love and desire to share Celtic Music.

With that in mind, I have a world-famous musician (and the nicest person you could ever want to meet) as a guest today – Claudine Langille. Enjoy!

Welcome, Claudine. Thank you so much for taking the time after your busy summer schedule to visit with me today. First things first – besides your lovely singing voice, what other instruments do you play? Claudine Langille

Thanks, Ashley. I’m glad to be here. I play mandolin, tenor banjo, guitar, and other mandolin family, flat-picked stringed instruments (banjo mandolin, octave mandolin).

Aw, stringed instruments. I love strings. And how did your interest in music start? What was your very first instrument? 

I took piano lessons when I was aged 6-10.  The instruction came in handy to grasp music theory and read music, and when I broke my left wrist last year, I had fun revisiting right-handed parts on the piano!  I always wanted to play guitar, but had trouble finding teachers who would teach me what I wanted to learn.  I graduated from Boston University in 1974 with a degree in Journalism, couldn’t find a job, and kinda got sucked in to the folk music revival,  playing music on the streets in Harvard Square.

Busking! That is very neat. Tell me about that.

I met Jake Williams from Aberdeen, Scotland at a Folk Concert, and told him I was struggling with guitar.  He had a lovely old mandolin, and said, “Try this, it’s a lot easier.”  It was!  I think I learned Smash the Windows straight away, and then I was off.  I started tenor banjo when I was playing tunes with lads from Galway, Ireland.  We met at the Plough and Stars in Cambridge.  They wanted to travel around playing on the streets, and they told me the mandolin wasn’t loud enough.  I had never heard of tenor banjo, but the tuning and the fingering were the same, so I learned.

So this has really been a life long adventure?Claudine and lute

I can’t remember a time when music wasn’t what made my world go ’round.  Even as a kid, I wanted to play records- 78s (“Perry the Squirrel”) or 45s I pinched from my older brother (“Sea Cruise”) or my Dad’s 33 1/3s from the Columbia Record Club (Hank Williams, Patsy Cline). When I got to pick some lps, they were by Bobby Vee and Gene Pitney.  I would ride my bike to school and listen to Aaron Neville on the radio.  When The Beatles came along, it was like a music tsunami.  I still remember all the lyrics to all the songs and can sing the guitar and piano fills (well, almost).  Then, in Boston, going to Peter Johnson’s series of Folk Concerts, I heard Almeda “Granny” Riddle,  Jean Redpath, Ola Belle Reed, Hazel & Alice-women who sang and played!  I first moved to the mountains of Virginia to get to the source of American roots music, playing old-time songs and tunes with the Briarpatch Backscratchers, and also went to Mamou, Louisiana and got a nice taste of Cajun music, but I had a yearning for Irish melodies that took me all the way to Galway, Ireland, where I hung out for a year playing, and worked on style.  (Still workin’ on it!)

I met Triona NIDhomnaill  (of Bothy Band fame) in Chapel Hill, NC, and we had a nice Irish session going with lots of local musicians.  When we decide to take the show on the road, the band Touchstone was born, with Triona on clavinet and vocals,  Zan McLeod on bouzouki and guitar, Mark Roberts on whistle, flute and clawhammer banjo, and I played mandolin and tenor banjo and sang harmonies with Triona.  Triona was really open to Appalachian traditional music, so we had some of that mixed in with the Irish stuff.  It seems our timing was just right.  We were very succesful touring the US, Canada and England for about 6 years, had 2 award-winning Indie albums produced by the late great Micheal O’Domhnaill), and had a pretty wild time.Claudine in VT

But your first instrument was piano.

Yes. I took lessons with Anne Strickland Pratt.  She had 10 cats (uh-oh, I was allergic!).  I read classical music and show tunes.  I loved it, but wanted to learn to play by ear, and to play more of the music I liked best.  I feel like learning tunes by ear has been a completely different road to travel.  Now it’s great having lots of different skills, and I try to use them all.

Do you have a favorite place to play? Or people to play with?

I have just returned from Nova Scotia, and that has always been a favorite place.  My Dad was born on the South Shore in Martin’s River, and I have been spending summers there since I was 4.  We have a cottage at a cove by the sea.  I love sitting on the porch and playing tunes.  Herons, kingfishers, terns, gulls, osprey, mergansers, even eagles visit.  I have also written songs there.  It’s peaceful and beautiful, and the smell of the salty breezes is so sweet.

I love playing with every person who has played with me, including students.  I learn something new from listening to whatever comes out!

When Touchstone broke up,  I was lucky to find Gypsy Reel in Vermont.  I have been playing with them for close to 30 years!  We joke that we’re right in there with the Vermont stereotypes like Ben& Jerry’s ice cream, Cabot cheese, maple syrup.  We always enjoy playing music together.

I have just completed a fun project with Victor Paul, a CD called You Are My Flower-Songs of the Original Carter Family.  Vic lives in Virginia, so it’s fun when we can get together and play.

I also love playing with all my pals in the Hartford, CT area at sessions  (yourself included!).  I grew up in Newington, CT and it’s sweet to stay connected with folks there.

You have done so much. It’s really amazing to me. I just want to add, too, that you’re a professional teacher and are on staff at the Connecticut Academy of Irish Music. Here’s their website: http://ctirishmusic.com/

Thank you so much for this interview. I really enjoyed it.

Thanks for having me, Ashley.

Christmas in VTIt’s never too early to think about the upcoming holiday season and Claudine has a lovely CD – Christmas in Vermont, available along with other CD’s at her websitewww.claudinelangille.com

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#medievalmonday Princess of Bretagne

Welcome to the third installment of the Medieval Monday Author Exchange. A little change of pace here with Book One of Vijaya Schartz’s amazing series The Curse of the Lost Isle entitled Princess of BretagneIt’s set in 806-very interesting. This cover is just breathtaking. Enjoy:


From history shrouded in myths, emerges a family of immortal Celtic Ladies, who roam the medieval world in search of salvation from a curse… but if the Church ever suspects what they really are, they will be hunted, tortured, and burned at the stake.

Curse of the Lost Isle – Book One

806 AD – Alba (Ancient Scotland)
As the Vikings raid the coast of Alba, Pressine of Bretagne sets out to seduce King Elinas of Dumfries, chosen by the Goddess to unite the tribes against the foreign invader. Elinas, still mourning his departed queen, has no intention to remarry. Head strong and independent, Pressine does not expect to fall for the very attractive, wise and noble ruler… Furthermore, her Pagan nature clashes with the religious fanaticism of the king’s Christian heir, who suspects her unholy ancestry and will stop at nothing to get rid of her.


Without waiting for an invitation, Elinas stormed into the bedchamber.

Pressine shuddered at the loathing in his dark brown eyes.

“Whatever made you think you could violate the apartments of my beloved queen?” Stopping short in the middle of the room, Elinas glanced around, eyes wide with disbelief.

Pressine struggled to sound casual. “Surely your gracious queen would have wanted these rooms light, warm and clean, even alive with laughter, rather than dark, sealed, and stinking of decay.”

The king’s jaw tightened under the short black beard as he towered over her. His hands balled into fists at his sides. “I alone decide in my castle.” The low voice turned to a raucous whisper, more threatening than the shouts of any battlefield. “I shall not tolerate defiance of any kind under my roof. Restore these rooms to their previous state and leave.”

Barely able to slow her heartbeat, Pressine feigned distraction, dusting her blue riding dress. “It simply cannot be done.”

“You dare challenge me?” His surprise would have been comical, if not for the menacing tone.

“The old linens were burned,” Pressine said with a calm she did not feel, as if lecturing a child. She rose to fetch the bundle wrapped in blue silk and handed it to him.

Elinas looked at it suspiciously. “What is it?”

“Her comb, mirror, distaff, spindle, and other keepsakes.” Pressine waved her hand, encompassing the room. “The apartments themselves will never look the way they did before.” She had made certain of that.

The king’s eyes, velvety brown and soft this morning at the spring, now burned with the fiery amber of a wild cat’s glare. Elinas looked ready to pounce. He snatched the bundle from her arm. “Out!”

Pressine showed none of the apprehension gripping her. The king’s heart, beneath the leather gear, had more mettle than she anticipated.

“Remember that I have your sword.” She paused, observing the sobering effect of her words. “Only this morning, you gave it to me, swearing you would honor your oath of keeping me safe in your halls. Does a king’s word count for so little in Strathclyde?”

“I curse the ill fortune that made me hear you sing, lady.” Eyes tightly shut, Elinas tensed, fists at his side, obviously struggling for emotional control. “I should have known that a princess who refuses to bow to the will of men can only bring strife.”

Encouraged by the spark of reason returning to the distraught Elinas, Pressine hoped he could now face his grief. “I am sorry if I offended you. I meant no disrespect.”

“I have enough Vikings, Angles, Picts and Scots to give me trouble. The gods know I do not want feuds in my home.” Stillness made his stare frightening.

Pressine refused to be intimidated. “Will you honor your word and protect me, then?”

“I should throw you to the wolves!” His voice boomed.

“Wolves?” Pressine repressed a chuckle. She loved wolves. “What would your people think of a king who throws a defenseless princess to the wolves?”

“Defenseless?” The king’s face reddened.

“Everyone in the castle expects to see me at your side at the Beltane feast. If I do not attend, there will be questions. The rules of hospitality state that…”

“Let them ask,” Elinas snapped. “The rules of hospitality do not apply to princesses who misbehave!”



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Wasn’t that great? Come back next week for tales from Sherwood with Laura Strickland.


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#8sunday WeWriWa 9/21/14

Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors eight sentence Sunday. Here’s more from The Saxon Bride:

He did not want to hurt her but he could not say why not. It was certainly what she deserved.

“I was…” She glanced again at the ground. “…shocked at the sight.”

“At my arousal?”

She nodded slightly but did not look at him.

He moved in closer, gently grasping her chin, tipping her head so he could see into her eyes. “You have never seen a man’s arousal before?”

Tears trembled in her lashes and his heart went out to her.TheSaxonBride2_300-1.jpg

Available now:  The Saxon Bride

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#medievalmonday Dragon Knight’s Sword

Welcome to the Medieval Monday Author Exchange. I am starting off with a burst of fire – like from a dragon :) My exchange today is with the lovely Mary Morgan. A good friend and amazing writer, I hope you enjoy this little tease of a great book! Enjoy:

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Duncan Mackay will do anything to lift the curse from his family – even forfeit his own life. But his plans change when he encounters the woman from his dreams, literally. She is from the future, somehow has his lost sword, and can talk to the Dragon that is able to lift his family’s curse.

Brigid O’Neill has spent her life listening to the mythological legends from Ireland and Scotland. So, when an ancient sword lands at her doorstep and she starts dreaming of a rugged Highlander, she drops everything and takes on a quest that will alter everything she believes.

Before their journey ends, not only will Duncan and Brigid battle an ancient curse, they must also find the courage to believe in the destiny that brought them together.


He stood next to the waterfall. Beads of water glistened from his dark locks.

Brigid watched as they trailed down his chiseled torso, traveling down to where his tartan was wrapped low on his waist. The wind whipped at the folds of his plaid, the power coiling within and around him, as mystical as the land he stood on.

“Ancient warrior,” she uttered softly.

When she looked up into his eyes, they smoldered with desire, and it startled her. A sensual shiver ran through her, wanting to be crushed within his embrace. The raw desire to be in this man’s arms, touching and tasting him, was so potent, she could feel her heart hammering inside her chest.

He tilted his head to the side, as if studying his prey.

Brigid didn’t know if she should run or step into his massive arms.

He took a step toward her, and her pulse quickened. The very air around her seemed electrified. He then took another…and another, until he stood
merely inches in front of her.

Her breathing became labored, as he bent his head leaning close to her ear. She was engulfed in a sensual haze wanting his lips to touch her anywhere and put an end to her torture. His mouth was so close, she could feel a dark lock of his hair against her cheek, and she shuddered.

“Bring me back my sword,” he growled into her ear.

Brigid’s eyes flew open, clutching the sheets as the last fragments of her dream faded.

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#8sunday Weekend Writing Warriors 9/14/14

Welcome again to the Weekend Writing Warriors eight sentence Sunday. It’s a challenge to select an eight sentence excerpt! Here are eight more lines from The Saxon Bride:

“You have me.” Her words sounded breathy, her hands gripped tightly at her side.

“It would appear I do not.” He watched for any shift, any acknowledgment that she feared being discovered but he saw none.

“It would appear then that you do not desire me.” She lifted her nose slightly.

“I say it was quite apparent that I do, but then you rushed out of the room last night.”

Her eyes rounded as if with pain at the statement.TheSaxonBride2_300-1.jpg

Available now: The Saxon Bride

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#medievalmonday The Saxon Bride

Historical Romance writer Ashley York loves history and intrigue. Her latest book, The Saxon Bride, is the first in her Norman Conquest Series. Here is a little about the book:

In war torn England the battle lines between Saxon and Norman are clearly drawn. The Saxons must fight for everything they have in the hopes of winning their country back from the Normans who are determined to break their resistance.

Rowena Godwinson, the sole remaining member of the defeated royal family, stands proudly against the Normans that would trample them underfoot but her nobility and grace make her an ideal pawn in the Norman King William’s play for power with the Saxon people. When he decrees she marry a powerful Norman knight, her subjugation appears to be complete. The handsome soldier with the kind brown eyes and gentle touch is a threat to her determination to defy the interlopers. Can she hold firm to her Saxon heritage and refuse to give in to his advances?

John of Normandy wants only to prove himself worthy of the king’s trust. He is rewarded for his service and loyalty with land, titles and a Saxon beauty for a bride. John balks at the marriage, driven by the secret guilt of knowing Rowena’s father died at his sword. However, John’s reluctance is soon replaced by a burning desire to please this woman and win her over as well as her people.

As their people look to them for guidance and peace, can John and Rowena find a love that unites all of England?


Excerpt from The Saxon Bride:

Pacing the small area like a confined animal, she finally paused to look out the window. The dreary day reflected her feelings, rain threatening at any moment. “Do you know when my husband will be returning?”

“I am back now.”

John stood in the doorway handsomely dressed as befit the new Lord of Essex. Rowena’s breath caught in her throat. She looked away before the immense pleasure she felt at his return showed on her face.

Joan quickly gathered her sewing and removed herself from the room, closing the door behind her.

“Will you attend me, my lady?”

Rowena went to him and helped him remove his surcoat before seeing to the heavier chainmail. He smelled of horses and leather. Manly. Rowena tried not to close her eyes as she drank in the intoxicating smell of him. Why would a dirty, sweaty man make her feel so light headed? She stepped away when she realized why, the chainmail slipping forward off his arms. His hooded eyes told her that he knew what she was feeling.

“Is there a problem?” His deep voice seemed to reverberate through her body.

Quickly putting the heavy material down, she headed to the door. “I will order a bath for you.”


Rowena froze with her hand on the latch and heard him coming toward her. He stood close behind, his breath soft against her cheek.

“Yes?” Be done with this. Her body yearned for his arms to pull her against him, to feel his kiss again. She licked her lips.

“Why are you leaving in such a hurry?” His hand lightly touched the side of her head as he spoke, pushing her hair away from her face. He leaned in closer to her exposed ear. A responding shiver ran down her body. “Are you afraid of me?”

She backed up to the door with a thud and faced him. Her pulse was racing as she lied. “No, my lord. Methinks you have a rather strong odor about you and I would have you take a bath before the evening meal.”

John backed away quickly, his eyes flying open. “I am sorry if I offend you. Please see to the bath.”

Rowena felt only slightly guilty when he turned away from her, standing like a lost little boy in the middle of the room.

Buy link:  The Saxon Bride  available now.

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Weekend Writing Warriors 9/7/14

Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors 8 sentences post. Some of the best eight liners I’ve seen have been through this site. So here’s mine from my latest novel, The Saxon Bride.  Enjoy:

“Your choice, my lord. Whatever you desire.” She blanched and he supposed it was her choice of words when she turned her reddening face away in embarrassment.

“You are what I desire.” John wished he could take those words back. He did not want her to know how she made him feel, how deeply she affected him.

“You have me.” Her words sounded breathy, her hands gripped tightly at her side.TheSaxonBride2_300-1.jpg

Available now: The Saxon Bride

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