Going Rogue Release Day!

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It’s release day for GOING ROGUE, book one from my new series, Ribbons and Rogues.

GoingRogue (600) Miss Meredith Castle leaves behind everything she knows to join her great aunt in London and become leader of the infamous girls’ club, The Ribbons. She’s willing to make whatever sacrifices necessary to redeem her ailing mother, even if that means leaving her childhood love behind to scale London’s social ladder.

When Derek Weston’s best friend receives the offer of a lifetime, he encourages her to take it. Unwilling to let her go completely, he chases after her, only to find the sweet girl he loved replaced by a spoiled debutante. A broken man, he leaves London to start a new life at sea.

Five years later, Meredith realizes her reign as Queen of the Ball is about to come to an end, if she doesn’t do something to fix her tarnished reputation. Pairing up with the Season’s newest wallflower seems like the perfect plan, until she finds out her demure friend is being pursued by the very man she thought she’d never see again. Only, Derek Weston isn’t who he used to be. He’s inherited a Scottish title and grown into an arrogant man she barely recognizes; yet in her heart, knows she still loves. Torn between her past and an uncertain future, can she find a way back to the life she used to have and the boy who once adored her?

 

Today the fabulous Diane Burton is hosting me on her blog to celebrate where I’m sharing an exclusive excerpt – http://dianeburton.blogspot.com/2015/05/meet-author-jessica-jefferson.html.

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Author Samanthya Wyatt …How she met her husband

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Samanthya WyattMy morning usually starts with a cup of Java. If I’m lucky, hubby gets up first and brings me a cup of coffee in bed. Mmmm. What a way to greet the day!

How did I train hubby to be so good to me? Well, let me start from our rocky beginning.

When I was a teenager, my friend and I wanted to go to a dance. Neither one of us drove, so we resigned ourselves just to walk around the neighborhood. As luck would have it, a car drove by with two guys and she knew the driver. Woot. So she talked to him and, of course, I talked to his friend. I’m thinking He’s cute.

She asked, we’ll call him Dale, for a ride to the dance. His friend, we’ll call him Pete, hopped out of the car and into the back seat with me. So we’re talking and I’m thinking this is going good. We end up at the dance and the guys dropped us off and drove away. I was surprised, cause I thought the guys were going inside, but they didn’t.

So my friend and I go in, we have fun, and a couple guys walk us out. Woops!

Let me say, my friend was in charge of this operation and I was along for the ride. I should have paid more attention to the plan. Dale and Pete were in the parking lot to pick us up. Goody. I climb in the car, but Pete rides up front. I’m thinking This is not a good sign.

And I’m wondering what my friend told Dale before he dropped us off.

Anyway, the guys were pissed and Dale’s driving showed as much. They took us home, dropped us off, and left. Deep sigh.

Life went on.

I go to school and find Pete is a new student at my school. Holy Shit.

Somehow we started talking and ended up dating. Guess we were meant to be together.

Oh, that’s a song. Actually “Someday We’ll Be Together” by The Supremes was our song. Teenagers did that back then. Couples had a song that belonged to them.

We kept telling each other, someday we’d be together, and here we are 40 years later. Yep. Not a typo. And with the same man.

I really need to tell you something else. After a few months, we found out we had another rocky beginning. The more we talked, we found we’d sorta met before.

During junior high school, seems fate threw us together then too. I remembered him riding the same bus. He said, “You carried this little case thing.” Yep, I played in the school band. I was so shy. Good Lord, if a guy looked at me I didn’t know what to do. He thought I was stuck up.

One day Pete got on the bus and dropped into the seat right beside me. Oh my gosh. I started to breath heavy. I couldn’t believe it. He turned his back to me to speak to someone behind us. We each had our own version of what happened.

MY VERSION:  He turned his back to me. So he ignored me. How rude. And here I thought he liked me. I got so mad, I slammed my books between us on the seat.

HIS VERSION:  He turned in the seat to his friend. “I told you I was going to talk to her and here is my chance.” He turned back around and was surprised when she slammed her books down. He got the hint. She wasn’t interested. So he got up and moved.

It’s a wonder we ever got together. Musta been LOVE.

I love a good romance. With so many ideas running through my head, I decided to pursue my dream of writing. I enjoy penning a story with strong characters, a bit of humor, and active scenes. My characters in all of my books are fictitious. However, I have taken real life experiences to achieve the emotion for their situations.

Samanthya lives with her husband in the Shenandoah Valley. She left her accounting career and married a military man traveling and making her home in the United States and abroad. Once she found historical romance novels, she couldn’t put a book down. She fell in love with the characters and needed to know their happy ending.

One day she put words to paper creating a story of her own. The more she wrote, the more she became involved with the characters, and they seemed to take a life of their own. She relishes the challenge of penning a story with strong characters, a bit of humor, and active scenes. She enjoys creating new characters and bringing them together in a romantic tale. It took years of writing, joining RWA, joining chapters, entering contests, submissions& rejections which created the author she is today. By keeping her spirit and turning criticism into drive she has achieved her career as a published romance author.

To find Samanthya, please visit her website here: http://www.samanthyawyatt.com

You can also find Samanthya Wyatt on facebook, goodreads and amazon.

 

 

 

 

New Release – CHASING THE OTHER TISDALE by Jessica Jefferson

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To celebrate my new release this day, I’m sharing an excerpt of my newest release from the Regency Blooms series.  Don’t forget to check out my website, http://www.jessicajefferson.com and follow my blog tour for chances to win gift cards and other great swag!

Blurb:

She’s the other sister…

Lillian Tisdale has lived her life overshadowed by the beauty of her older sister. She’s better known as the other Tisdale, unremarkable and unsure how she could ever deliver on the promise of her family name.

He’s hiding behind a façade…

Will Colton leads a frivolous existence, embracing notoriety instead of managing his family’s fortune.  Determined to forget his financial burden and his father’s growing resentment, he maintains a lifestyle dedicated to pleasure and self-indulgence.

When Will is invited to the Tisdale estate for an extended holiday, he never expects to become friends with the forgettable Lillian. But when a family secret comes to light, Will must choose between leaving London and protecting the honor of one woman or staying and risking the reputation of another…

Two years later, Will Colton returns to England under dubious circumstances to find the girl he left behind has come out of the shadows and into her own.  Lilly’s finally the center of attention, and not all of its good.  But with his own reputation in tatters, how can this reformed rake lure her out of the hands of London’s bachelors and back into his arms? Can Will escape his past and reclaim her heart, or will he have finally lost Lilly for good?

The Excerpt:

She looked . . . lovely.

“Leave me alone,” she said, her voice quivering.

He shook his head. This little chase had cost him a brand new pair of expensive pants—he was certainly not going to back down now and make it all for naught. “Not until you tell me what’s the matter. Why did you run away?”

“Because I’m being a silly female.”

Will had known her long enough now to be certain that nothing was further from the truth. “You’re not at all silly.”

She shook her head. “I am and it’s not something I’m proud of, either. But I’m afraid I can’t seem to help it.”

“Help what?”

“This.” She waved her arms around her. “Being so angry!”

“I knew you were mad.”

“No, you fool. I’m not angry because of anything you said. It’s what you didn’t say.”

Now she did sound a trifle bit ridiculous.

“What did I do wrong? At least tell me that much.” This was precisely the reason he’d never befriended a female before. They were highly confounded figures that were prone to fits of hysterics—just like this.

“You told me I was a good friend,” she stated quite derisively.

“And that was a bad thing?”

She shook her head. “It’s not . . . but it is.”

His head hurt.

“You wouldn’t understand,” she said, turning her back to him. “Someone like you could never understand. Everybody likes you, everybody remembers you. You’ve never been teased or overheard others talk about your spots when they thought you weren’t listening. Oh, I bet you’ve never even had spots!”

He watched her shoulders tremble and knew she was crying again. Suddenly, he didn’t care how preposterous the conversation was. He just wanted whatever had gone wrong to be set right again. He wanted to make her stop crying, to provide her whatever comfort he could.

Will reached out and touched her shoulder. He felt her stiffen underneath his hand as she tried to subdue the sobs that were racking through her.

Lilly took a step forward, causing his arm to fall away, then turned to him again. “People are forever telling me how funny I am, or letting me know how much they appreciate my kindness. But the only reason I’m ever invited anywhere is because of Ambrosia.”

“There are worse things to be called than funny and kind.”

“Not always,” she said quietly, looking off into the distance. “My sister is beautiful, just like my mother. I’ve lived my entire life in the shadow of that beauty, with the conciliatory prize of being dubbed the funny one. This time next year, my sister will no doubt be married to a perfectly lovely man and will have started trying to make their ridiculously gorgeous family.”

“Are you worried that you may not find a husband? That you won’t be married as well?” he asked.

“Oh, I’ll be married all right,” she stated confidently. “I have a large dowry and a powerful father. Whereas my sister has her beauty to tempt eligible gentlemen, I’ll be forced to use my wit and hope that my fortune will be enough to draw them to me. I’m certain I’ll meet a nice gentleman who doesn’t make my pulse race or my heart thump madly against my chest, but gets along with me just fine. We’ll be good friends, and that’s all that I’ll ever have to look forward to.”

“You can’t think that—”

“It’s the truth,” she interrupted. “It says a great deal to be admired for one’s good nature, but just once I’d love for a man to want me for so much more. I want to be desired, to be wanted  . . .” Lilly looked down at her feet. “Now, do you understand why it’s so silly?”

The moon was higher now, and the entire garden was cast in a blue tinged light. Lilly stood there, her sooty black lashes fanning out upon the apples of her cheeks. Her hair was styled into a single braid—strands of gold and red shined in the moonlight. Her wrapper was thin and when she moved just right, her back to the light, her silhouette could be seen clearly through the garment. He’d made a mistake in thinking of her as a girl. She was clearly a woman, with ample breasts and a generous curve to her hips.

Standing as she was, she looked very much like a statue of a Greek goddesses, with her voluptuous figure and skin gleaming like alabaster in the moonlight.

He wanted her.

The feeling came on rather swiftly and the realization practically knocked him over. Despite her claim to the contrary, Lillian Tisdale looked quite desirable and the farthest thing from his mind was how funny she could be.

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On the 12th day of Christmas…RAFFLECOPTER WINNERS!

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Day #12On the Twelfth Day of Christmas,

My true love said “It’s Here!

The tree is full of presents, so you

Must have been a good girl or boy all year!”

The time has come to announce this year’s 12 Days of Christmas winners. I’m so glad you were able to join us and I hope you enjoyed our posts about the holidays and how we love to celebrate. I also hope you found a book or two you were able to relax with as you sat by the fire in the twinkle of the tree lights and sipped a cup of hot cocoa.

Click HERE to go to the Rafflecopter where the 16 winners are listed. If you are a winner, please click HERE and leave your home address for author Cynthia Gail to send out your prize!  Congratulations and Happy Holidays!

ON BEHALF OF ALL PARTICIPATING AUTHORS IN THIS YEAR’S BLOG HOP

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On the 8th Day of Christmas…My favorite holiday song and author Jeanne Hardt

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I’m a singer.  Not a good one by any means, but I sing all the time.  This time of year, it’s none stop Christmas carols. I sing them in the car, in the shower, while cooking dinner…

Needless to say, my kids are about sick of it.  But every so often, the older one will put aside her preteen ego and join me in one of my favorite tunes – I’ll Be Home for Christmas.  We use our best Bing Crosby voices and go to town.  I love those moments of family bonding – you just know you’re making a memory.

Memories are an important part of Jeanne Hardt’s book, From the Ashes of Atlanta.

ashes-of-atlanta-coverAfter losing his Atlanta home and family to the war, Confederate soldier, Jeb Carter, somehow wakes up in a Boston hospital. Alone, desperate, and with a badly broken leg, he pretends to be mute to save himself from those he hates—Yankees.

Gwen Abbott, a student at Boston Women’s Medical College, is elated when she’s allowed to study under the guidance of a prominent doctor at Massachusetts General. While forced into a courtship with a man she can scarcely tolerate, her thoughts are consumed with their mysterious new patient. If only he could talk.

Two strangers from different worlds, joined by fate. Perhaps love can speak without words and win a war without a single shot being fired.

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Meet Jeanne!

Website address (blog) : www.jeannehardt.com

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Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/jeannehardt

Twitter: @jeannehardt

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Sophia Kimble Guest Blog

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Demon 1Jessica asked me to share a personal story with you guys today, so I’ve decided to give you insight into the genesis of my novel, Protect Her. It’s a strange story, but when I was 18, I had an episode of sleep paralysis.

What happens during sleep paralysis is you wake while still being in REM sleep (the cycle of sleep when we dream). It’s thought that while in this part of sleep, our body is in a state of partial paralysis. Our bodies way of keeping us from acting out our dreams.

Whatever the reason, it’s terrifying. Your brain wakes up, while your body is still asleep. You can’t move or speak. Frequently, the episode is combined with hallucinations and shortness of breath.

Well, when this happened to me, I saw a demon hovering over me.

I’ve since learned that this is a common occurrence during sleep paralysis.Demon 2

Back before the internet was readily available to look up what malady you’ve suffered from, I had no idea what sleep paralysis was, let alone how common it is. For years, this demon has been in my head in Technicolor, so of course, when I decided to write my paranormal romance, Protect Her, I used this creature in my story. Perhaps all the myths of demons that pin people down while sleeping are just an episode of Sleep Paralysis…perhaps not.

I haven’t had another episode since, though I’ve seen my grandmother’s ghost at the edge of my bed. However, I wasn’t terrified and I wasn’t paralyzed. But that’s a whole other blog post, and possibly another book.

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The Druid’s Curse

Book 1

Sophia Kimble  

Print Length: 260 pages

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing

Book Description:

Golden Alexander is trapped in a nightmare.

Trying to flee her hallucination of a demon, she runs heart first into the brooding alpha male she’s been dreaming about for years, and then her nightmare really begins.

Kris Pietka is done with women…he’s broken. But when he meets Golden, an overwhelming need to protect her tests everything he thought he knew about himself, and the paranormal.

A bond forged centuries ago thrusts them together as they search for a way to break an ancient Druid curse prophesying their demise. Racing against the clock, they travel from Vermont, to the Carpathian Mountains in Poland, and the Scottish Highlands in search of answers and a way to break the curse.

But something evil watches—it covets, and time is running out.

Will fate allow love to prevail against unbeatable odds, or will Golden wake to find it was all a delusion?

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Excerpt:

The side door to the house opened behind her.

“Matka? Dzien dobry? Ma? Hello?”

The deep male voice filled the kitchen. Filled her. Her muscles tightened, her arms vibrated like she’d been doing yard work for the last hour and had just turned off the weed whacker.

Mary raised an eyebrow in her direction before looking past her to the door. “Kris, proszę meet Golden. Come, come.”

Heavy boots sounded on the wooden steps. The loud thumping stopped as if in mid-step and an invisible electric current slammed into her back. Heat spread through her and settled in her belly.

“Matka, what’s going on here?”

“Golden is your Babci’s new caregiver.” Mary enunciated as if she were speaking to a five-year-old. “I told you last week she answered the ad and was coming today. She’ll be starting on Monday.”

Mary glared at Kris and then turned to Golden with an apologetic smile on her face. Kris moved around the table and stood next to his mother.

Her mouth fell open.

He narrowed his piercing blue eyes at her, and a lock of sandy brown hair fell from behind his ear.

Holy shit.

He looked exactly like the man she’d been dreaming of for years.

The once cozy kitchen felt tiny. Airless. Too hot. Using the table as a lever, Golden forced herself to stand and shot a glance in Mary’s direction, worried she was hallucinating her dream man and looked delusional. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d acted crazy. Okay, Mary didn’t act like her new employee was tripping her ass off. Good to know.

Words in a language she didn’t understand flew out of his mouth, his unfriendly gaze fixed on her. Wow, angry much? He was obviously talking about her in a not so nice way, which pissed her off. Combined with her confusion, she was a hot mess. And all the while her emotions were ping ponging, her body pulsed, begging for this jerkoff to touch her.

His brows furrowed, and he ranted as though she weren’t in the room. Rude. New plan. She’d figure out how she’d dreamt of him later. First, she wanted to know what he had against her and why she reacted to the jerk like he’d brought her a dozen roses while hanging out the sunroof of a limo.

Mary cut him off with a single word. “Dosyć!” She closed her eyes and whispered, “Enough.”

Kris sucked in a breath, and without another word, pivoted on his heel and walked deeper into the house.

What was wrong with him? Ever hear of anger management classes? And what was wrong with her Benedict Arnold body? Pick an emotion and stick to it. Anger, that’s what was called for here. Not, gee you’re hot, I’ve been dreaming of you for years. Want to hook up?

Figures, the one guy that finally made her wake up and say hell yes was a total turd.

About the Author:Sophie Kimble

Sophia Kimble has always wanted to be an author, but for years, life got in the way. She wouldn’t change a thing about how her life turned out, though. Her family keeps her laughing and loving. Her wonderful husband and two extraordinary children stand beside her every step of the way and make this journey called life worth living.

Sophia has worked as a nurse for twenty years, but has put that career path aside to devote her time and imagination to writing down the stories that keep her up nights.

She takes her love of the paranormal, history, and genealogy, and weaves them into tales of family, fated love, and supernatural occurrences.

Connect with Sophia at the following sites:

Website: http://sophiakimble.com

 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sophiakimbleauthor

Twitter: @SophiaKimble https://twitter.com/SophiaKimble

 

Blind Redemption Available Now!

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Blind redemptionVioletta Rand’s third installment in the Blind Series is available now on Amazon.  This is by far my favorite in the series, and I gave it five out of five stars.

Back Cover Blurb…

True redemption is earned, not given . . .
The past is something he’d sooner forget . . .
Aaron McNally hates his past. Banished for betrayal, he trades his tartan for a Norwegian title and sword to win back his honor.

She has a warrior’s heart . . .
It’s difficult for Kara Dalgaard to act like a lady, even when her father demands it. After the handsome Jarl Aaron McNally arrives at her home recruiting for the king’s army, she’s forced to participate in a cruel deception to humiliate him. She quickly regrets what she’s done.

However, duty comes before happiness.
Aaron wants a second chance at life—and Kara is everything he’s dreamed of. But the past always has a way of catching up.
Will Kara trust or condemn him to a life of loneliness?

Excerpt….

She’d felt uncomfortable around Aaron since the first time they met. Now, under his scrutiny, her insides squirmed with every sort of emotion she could possibly feel. Should she tell the whole truth? Disclose how she’d blindly set out to visit her kinswoman with the intention of finding him first? Or leave out that one detail?

“I’m not angry, Kara.” He eyeballed her. “I’m eager to know what happened.”

Weeks had gone by without contact with her siblings. She knew so little about what was going on in the world. “I cannot speak for my family,” she informed. “Unfortunately, I left in the middle of the night—without my brother’s approval.”

He sighed, releasing her. “Stand.” He helped her to her feet.

She looked down at her braies. “I’ll need a bath and time to wash my clothes.”

“You’re avoiding my questions.”

“Only because I know how wrong I’ve been. I endangered my own life and Amelia’s. My father will never forgive me. And you …” Heat rushed into her cheeks. She’d never be able to tell him the truth. “Thank you for finding me.”

“You’re welcome.” He breathed out heavily. “Answer me.”

“After my father left, I grew restless. I decided to visit my cousin in the northlands.”

“Why the secrecy? Doesn’t your father allow you to travel? And why are you dressed as a lad again?”

She couldn’t keep track of all his questions. “Yes.” She shrugged. “My sire affords me the freedom to visit my kinsmen.”

“Like this?” He pointed at her breeches.

“No,” she admitted. “I believed I’d be safer riding with my armor on.”

“You’re lying to me and I don’t like it.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

He grinned. “Have you given me reason to trust you?” He regarded her carefully, circling her twice. “The last time you were dressed like this, I suffered greatly. Remember?”

“I apologized for my part in that charade. Didn’t I?”

“You did.”

“And my father made amends. I know it will take time to recover from it. Can’t you forgive me yet?”

“I’ll consider it. But until then, this will never do.”

A chill rushed through her body. His teasing tone made her unsure of herself. “Is something wrong?” Her gaze followed him.

“Indeed there is, lass. You can’t wear breeches while you’re under my protection.”

She went stiff. Retaliation? Now? In the middle of the forest? In front of his men? Although she knew she’d been wrong on many levels, she wouldn’t allow him to embarrass her. And could he possibly speak any louder? His men were gawking. “Why?”

“Are you prepared to hear the truth, Kara?” he started. “I’ll give you the courtesy of honesty. First, this unsightly gusset on the back of your breeches …” His intrusive fingers flicked their way up her arse. “It’s unacceptable. And there’s a small hole here. And this …” He twirled her around. “Look how grimy the leather is. Is this dried blood on your thigh?” He caressed her leg.

For the love of Odin. He touched her so intimately. She tried to stifle the rising heat inside her body. “Wouldn’t  it be more prudent to ask me to change, instead of pointing out every flaw in my leather?”

“Yes,” he said. “But not nearly as amusing.”

She frowned. All right, she deserved a little backlash for what she’d done to him. “I’m happy to provide some entertainment for your men, Jarl McNally, but I’m very tired and hungry. Can’t we start over?”

He edged closer. “I don’t want to start over. I’m quite happy with the short history we share.” His smoldering eyes made her legs weak. “You’ll change into a gown because your father would disapprove of what you’re wearing.” He pressed his body against hers and whispered near her ear. “And so do I.”

She gritted her teeth. The happy reunion had turned into something else. His chance to manage her life. “And what shall I wear?”

Amelia stepped forward, leather bag in hand.

“The maids living at the camp donated three dresses,” Aaron said. “Pick one and go behind those trees and change.”

Her gaze traveled from Aaron to the thicket he’d indicated. “I’ll do as you ask.” Her maid gave her the satchel.

“And while you’re clearing your mind,” Jarl McNally added. “Please consider telling me the real reason you left home.”

Wasn’t he listening to anything she’d said before? “I told you already, I was on my way to visit my cousin in the northlands.”

“You expect me to believe that you coincidently headed in the same direction I was going?”

“Yes.” She bit her lower lip. Did he suspect she’d really set out hoping to find him? Her shoulders drooped. She wanted to go home. “Tell me, where am I going?”

“With me.”

A surge of excitement and fear overtook her. She’d prayed for time alone with him. Now that she had it, well, she wasn’t sure what to do.

“Sir …” They both faced Tayte. “We should go, milord.”

Aaron inspected the sky. “Aye, tis late,” he agreed. “Hurry.” He gave her a gentle push.

Kara walked to the trees. What kind of pigheaded man thought about what a woman should wear in the middle of a fight?

Only Aaron McNally.

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Author website: http://violettarandromance.com/

Author blog: http://violettarand.wordpress.com/

Embracing Romance: http://embracingromance.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ViolettaRand

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/violettarandromance

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Thursday Threads with Sarah Hegger

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The Bride Gift

Title: The Bride Gift by Sarah Hegger

Genre: Historical Romance (Medieval)

Heat Level: Sizzling

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Blurb

 

It’s 1153 in the period dubbed ‘The Anarchy’, King Stephen and Empress Maud are not the only ones embroiled in a fierce battle of the sexes.

Determined to control her own destiny, willful Helena of Lystanwold has chosen just the husband to suit her purposes. But, when her banished guardian uncle attempts to secure her future and climbs through her bedroom window with a new husband by a proxy marriage, she understandably balks. Notorious warrior, Guy of Helston, is everything Helena swore she would never marry; a man who lives by the sword, like the man who murdered her sister.

This marriage finally brings Guy close to his lifetime dream of gaining lands and a title. He is not about to let his feisty bride stand in his way. A master strategist, Guy sets out to woo and conquer his lady.

Against a backdrop of vengeance, war and betrayal, Guy and Helena must learn to forge a united front or risk losing everything.

 Excerpt

Slowly, Helena turned and approached her husband.

His large body barely fit in the wooden tub. He sat with his knees almost to his ears. A slight frown creased his dark brows.

Helena dipped her hand in the soft soap they kept for bathing; more jasmine. She rubbed it between her fingers to create lather. When they next made soap she would need to produce something less feminine for Guy.

From this position, his head was almost on a level with her breasts. A feeling akin to excitement fluttered through her belly.

He watched her face as she leaned forward to soap his head, working it through his cropped hair. The bristly ends tickled her palm.

She reached for a bucket of rinsing water. He closed his eyes as soap and bubbles streamed down the strong planes of his cheeks. Droplets clung to his lashes. They were almost ridiculously long and so incongruous with the rest of him. Probably the only part of him that could be called soft.

He dropped his head forward onto his knees so she could finish rinsing.

Guy presented the broad expanse of his back, and she laid her hands across the sun-darkened skin. He was warm under her fingers and beneath the smooth skin, his muscles bunched slightly as she spread the soap. This might be bearable. When she rubbed her fingers on either side of his spine, he made a soft purr of enjoyment.

Her pulse jumped.

“Soft hands,” he said.

Her fingers traced a long, puckered scar running beneath his shoulder blade and disappearing around his side.

“A lance man with poor aim,” he murmured.

The skin on his back was firm, but marked by the scars of a lifetime spent wielding a sword. “It appears you really do fight,” she commented lightly.

For some reason those accumulated injuries and the pain they had caused angered her as well as rendered her sorry for his suffering. Helena steeled her resolve. It was just these sorts of wounds that made him perfect for her purpose.

She lathered soap across his shoulders and down the thick, corded muscle of each arm. Her belly reacted with another odd little quiver as her fingers slid across his skin like oil poured from a vial.

Guy raised his eyes to her face. A slumberous warmth made them glow nearly silver.

Her breath quickened in her chest as if she had been running; her hands tingled where they touched him.

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Cover Reveal for Sarah Hegger’s The Bride Gift – coming May 14

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The Bride Gift 

Sarah Hegger’s, The Bride Gift, is coming May 14th, 2014 from Soul Mate Publishing.

The Blurb

It’s 1153 in the period dubbed ‘The Anarchy’, King Stephen and Empress Maud are not the only ones embroiled in a fierce battle of the sexes. Determined to control her own destiny, wilful Helena of Lystanwold has chosen just the husband to suit her purposes. But, when her banished guardian uncle attempts to secure her future and climbs through her bedroom window with a new husband by a proxy marriage, she understandably balks.

Notorious warrior Guy of Helston is everything Helena swore she would never marry; a man who lives by the sword, like the man who murdered her sister. This marriage finally brings Guy close to his lifetime dream of gaining lands and a title. He is not about to let his feisty bride stand in his way. A master strategist, Guy sets out to woo and conquer his.

Against a backdrop of vengeance, war and betrayal, Guy and Helena must learn to forge a united front or risk losing everything.

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Last stop (for now)

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Tomorrow is my last stop for this blog tour with Goddess Fish.  But don’t worry – embarrassing insights into my personal life as well as excerpts from Compromising Miss Tisdale will make their rounds again in March compliments of Tasty Book Tours.

Stop by and enter to win a $50 dollar gift card to Amazon or Barnes and Noble at http://dalenesbookreviews.blogspot.com/