LADY OF STEEL
Medieval Ladies series
by Mary Gillgannon
Showing posts with label Historical Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Historical Romance. Show all posts
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Join Eleanor Webster today as she talks Married for His Convenience #Historical #Romance
About Eleanor Webster
Eleanor Webster has a passion for many things, the most ardent likely being shoes.
But she’s also passionate about a story well told. With the help of some debutantes and viscounts and a twist of the unknown, Eleanor’s stories weave a tale of enchantment, hope, and most importantly, love.
When not writing, you’ll find Eleanor dreaming of being a world traveler, reading, running, reading, hiking in the wilds of British Columbia, where she makes her home with her husband and two daughters, and – did we mention reading?
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Married for His Convenience
Tainted by illegitimacy, plain Sarah Martin has no illusions of a grand marriage. So when the Earl of Langford makes her a proposal that will take her one step closer to finding her half sister, she can't refuse!
Sebastian's dreams of romance died with his late wife's affair, so now he needs a convenient wife to act as governess for his silent daughter. Yet Sarah continues to surprise and challenge him, and soon Sebastian can't deny the joy his new bride could bring to his life—and into his bed!
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Excerpt
Dramatic events never happened to her. Ever.
‘If I remove my hand, do you promise not to scream?’ The voice was male. Warm breath touched her ear.
Sarah nodded. The man loosened his hold. She turned.
Her eyes widened as she took in his size, the breadth of his shoulders and the midnight-black of his clothes.
‘Good God, you’re a woman,’ he said.
‘You’re...you’re a gentleman.’ For the cloth he wore was fine and not the roughened garb of a common thief.
She grabbed on to these details as though, through their analysis, she would make sense of the situation.
‘What was your purpose for spying on me?’ His gaze narrowed, his voice calm and without emotion.
‘Spying? I don’t even know you.’ The rabbit squirmed and she clutched it more tightly.
‘Then why are you hiding?’
‘I’m not. Even if I were, you have no reason to accost me.’ Her cheeks flushed with indignation as her fear lessened.
He dropped his hand, stepping back. ‘I apologise. I thought you were a burglar.’
‘We tend not to get many burglars in these parts. Who are you anyway?’
‘Sebastian Hastings, Earl of Langford, at your service.’
He made his bow. ‘And a guest at Eavensham.’
‘A guest? Then why are you in the kitchen garden?’
‘Taking the air,’ he said.
‘That usually doesn’t involve accosting one’s fellow man.
You are lucky I am not of a hysterical disposition.’
‘Indeed.’
Briefly, she wondered if wry humour laced his voice,
but his lips were straight and no twinkle softened his expression. In the fading light, the strong chin and cheekbones looked more akin to a statue than anything having the softness of flesh.
At this moment, the rabbit thrust its head free of the shawl.
‘Dinner is running late, I presume.’ Lord Langford’s eyes widened, but he spoke with an unnerving lack of any natural surprise.
‘The creature is hurt and I need to bandage him, except Mr. Hudson, the butler, is not fond of animals and I wanted to ensure his absence.’
‘The butler has my sympathies.’
Sarah opened her mouth to respond but the rabbit, suddenly spooked, kicked at her stomach as it clawed against the shawl. Sarah gasped, doubling over, instinctively whispering the reassurances offered by her mother after childhood nightmares.
‘You speak French?’
‘What?’
‘French? You are fluent?’
‘What? Yes, my mother spoke it—could we discuss my linguistic skills later?’ she gasped, so intent on holding the rabbit that she lost her footing and stumbled against the man. His hand shot out. She felt his touch and the strangely tingling pressure of his strong fingers splayed against her back.
‘Are you all right?’
‘Yes—um—I was momentarily thrown off balance.’
She straightened. They stood so close she heard the intake of his breath and felt its whisper.
‘Perhaps,’ she added, ‘you could see if the butler is in the kitchen? I do not know how long I can keep hold of this fellow.’
‘Of course.’ Lord Langford stepped towards the window as though spying on the servants were an everyday occurrence. ‘I can see the cook and several girls, scullery maids, I assume. I believe the butler is absent.’
‘Thank you. I am obliged.’
Tightening her hold on the rabbit, Sarah paused, briefly reluctant to curtail the surreal interlude. Then, with a nod of thanks, she stooped to pick up the valise.
‘Allow me,’ Lord Langford said, opening the door. ‘You seem to have your hands full.’
‘Er—thank you.’ She glanced up. The hallway’s flickering oil lamp cast interesting shadows across his face, emphasising the harsh line of his cheek and chin and the blackness of his hair.
She stepped inside and exhaled as the door swung shut, conscious of relief, regret and an unpleasant wobbliness in both her stomach and knees.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Smuggler's Bounty Blog Tour sponsored by Sunshine Reads #HistoricalRomance @author_vanessa
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Vanessa Liebe Smuggler's Bounty
Elizabeth Thornton is left all alone in Georgian England after losing her parents in a tragic accident, so she travels to Cornwall to live with her kindly, older, and very proper Aunt Judith. Soon, however, she begins to suspect her aunt of hiding something nefarious. Determined to learn the truth behind the strange goings on, she sets out on a quest for the truth. A quest that leads to danger, and trouble with the law, and a very handsome smuggler with a firm hand and smoldering, sexy eyes who is as determined to keep Elizabeth safe as she seems to be to put herself in harm's way.
William is growing tired of the smuggler's life of danger and instability. If he can just finish his last run, he can give it all up and finally settle down, find love, and start a family. But he already has a preventative officer hot on his heels who is determined to end his career and throw him in jail – or worse. The beautiful, headstrong Elizabeth is a complication he does not need. But she, too, is hot on his heels – and irresistible. Now he must avoid capture, and find time to discipline this woman with an appetite for adventure, who seems determined to steal his heart.
When these two are together passions ignite, sparks fly, and danger lurks around every corner. Can Elizabeth and William avoid the law? Will they finally find the happiness that has so long eluded them both?
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Excerpt
She closed the library door and immediately went over to the fireplace with her lantern.
She managed to light the candle in it with the tinder box she'd been given and then pulled on the fire poker once more. The entrance slid open and she ducked down to go inside. She was so keen to explore that she didn't consider that it might be dangerous, and simply stepped into the tunnel. There was a catch just inside the tunnel that closed the door behind her.
Elizabeth took a deep breath and walked forward with her lantern lighting the way. The tunnel was all wooden paneling at first and so she thought she must still be inside the house. But she soon came to some steps that led a long way down. Then she had to be careful, holding the lantern and her skirts up around her as she made her way carefully down them. When she reached the bottom, the walls were roughly hewn rock and she felt that thrill of adventure again as she realized that she must be underground somewhere.
Elizabeth was so preoccupied with her thoughts that it was a complete shock when she was suddenly grabbed from the side. She dropped her lantern with a shriek and the glass casing smashed. The candle sputtered out and she was left in complete darkness with the man who had grabbed her. He covered her mouth to stop her cries and held her tightly against him.
Elizabeth kicked and struggled in panic before biting hard into the hand that covered her mouth. The man swore but held onto her.
"Curiosity killed the cat, sweetness," the man purred into her ear, causing her neck hairs to stand on end. "And if you bite me again you little hell cat, I'll bite back."
She shivered in fear, and something else she'd rather not admit to, at the sound of that voice. It was the handsome smuggler from last night - the leader. Although Elizabeth was scared of what he might do with her for meddling, she hoped that she could reason with him, especially if she let him know who her aunt was. However, all coherent thought stopped as he ran a hand over her body.
"I'd better check you for weapons." It was whispered into her ear and she gasped as her nipples tightened in response to him. His hand ran quickly over her chest, briefly squeezing her full breasts through her gown and she was almost disappointed that it didn't linger. Instead it moved quickly down, over her stomach and then back up over each of her arms.
"Do I need to check under your skirts, girl? Do you have a weapon strapped to a shapely leg perhaps?"
Elizabeth gulped and shook her head violently. Please don't let him check there.
He removed his hand from her mouth so that she could speak.
"No." Her voice came out as a squeak. "Please… I haven't got any weapons."
For a moment the man just held her against his hard chest and she felt like swooning.
He was so overwhelming. But then he pulled her into a strange little niche in the rocks that had been converted into a small room. He let her go while he shut the door behind him. The room was well lit by candles and she saw a desk strewn with papers in front of her before she whirled around to face him. She looked at him defiantly then almost gasped aloud at the devastating effect of the man up close. He really was gorgeously made.
"What are you going to do with me?" she asked nervously, licking her lips and unintentionally drawing his eyes to their moist softness.
"What are you going to do with me?" she asked nervously, licking her lips and unintentionally drawing his eyes to their moist softness.
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Friday, February 12, 2016
A Highland Ruby (Highland Treasures Book 2) by Brenda B Taylor #Historical #Romance @RayburnLady
About Brenda B. Taylor
The desire to write historical
fiction has long been a passion with Brenda B. Taylor. Since elementary school,
she has written stories in her spare time. Brenda earned three degrees: a BSE
from Henderson State University, Arkadelphia, Arkansas; a MEd from Sam Houston
State University, Huntsville, Texas; and an EdD from Texas A&M University,
College Station, Texas; then worked as a teacher and administrator in the Texas
Public School system. Only after retirement could she fulfill the dream of
publication.
Brenda and her husband make their
home in beautiful East Texas where they enjoy spending time with family and
friends, traveling, and working in Bethabara Faith Ministry, Inc. She crafts
stories about the extraordinary lives of ordinary people in her favorite place
overlooking bird feeders, bird houses, and a variety of blooming trees and
flowers. She sincerely thanks all who purchase and read her books. Her desire
is that the message in each book will touch the heart of the reader as it did
hers in the writing.
Connect with Brenda
Website: http://historicalheartbeats.com/
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A Highland Ruby: Highland Treasures Book 2
She must choose
between a life of adventure with the man she loves or a settled, secure life
with her betrothed. Flora Vass put Gavin Munro out of her heart and mind until
he returned to Scotland after an adventurous five years in the New World. Gavin
left no doubt he returned to make the bonnie Flora his own and intended to
fight for her. Flora’s betrothed, Iain MacKay, and Gavin’s brother, Chief
Andrew Munro, had other plans. Andrew needed her to marry the MacKay to bring
peace between the two clans. Iain MacKay wanted an heir. War with England looms
on the horizon, forcing Flora to choose between her heart’s desire and her
logical choice.
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Excerpt
He dozed and
dreamed of Flora in the emerald gown again. Now her waist-length hair matched
the deep red color of the large ruby hanging from a gold chain. The ruby and
gold glinted in shards of green light flashing around her and in her eyes. How
lovely she appeared, with flawless white skin, ruby red hair, and eyes to match
the emerald gown. Gavin’s heart near burst with her beauty. While he watched,
Flora removed the ruby from her neck, dipped the stone three times in a crystal
goblet of clear water. The water turned red as the ruby.
She held the
goblet out to him. “Take this and drink. The ruby’s water will drive the evil
away and make you weel.”
“Aye. I
desire to be well.” Gavin reached for the beautiful crystal chalice now filled
with red water.
Just as his
hand touched the chalice, a large boot kicked his foot. Flora disappeared with
the red, healing water. Gavin’s eyes popped open. He remained still, grabbing
the sgian dubh from his boot with one
hand and the pistol from his belt with the other.
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