This week I’m continuing snippets from The Widow Wore Plaid. It’s the sixth and final book of The Widows’ Club series and I’m truly very excited to share it with you again.
BLURB:
The Battle of Waterloo made them widows, but each has found new happiness. And Jane, Lady John Tarkington, intends to keep her freedom, even if love—and one particular gentleman—are determined to claim her heart . . .
It is a truth rarely acknowledged—at least in public—that a wealthy widow is free to pursue a great many adventures. For two years, Jane has privately enjoyed her independence. Why should she remarry, even when the gentleman proposing is as wonderful as Gareth, Lord Kinellan? She entreats him never to ask her again. But as her Widows’ Club friends—now all joyfully remarried—gather at Castle Kinellan, Jane begins to wonder if stubbornness has led her to make a terrible mistake . . .
Kinellan needs a wife to give him an heir, and he wants that wife to be Jane. They are perfect together in every way, yet she continually refuses him. Just as he is on the point of convincing her, a series of accidents befall Gareth and point to an enemy in their midst. He has promised Jane a passionate future filled with devotion, but can he keep them both alive long enough to secure it?
This scene is leading up to another R-rated one, so I had to cut it off at a most inopportune moment. 🙂 Enjoy!
EXCERPT:
“Unfortunate?” Her voice rose to a squeak as he tipped her head back and lowered his mouth to hers.
The insistence of his lips, the tension in his body, and the bulge in his buckskins all told of his desire.
So much the better.
She pressed back, slipping her tongue between his lips, eliciting a throaty growl from him. Drowsiness fled as her body heated, craving his heat as well. She pressed herself against him, as always the mere feel of his sinewy strength enough to arouse her passion.
And a little more for good measure…
He’d begun an exploration of her shoulders, slipping his hands over them, down to span her waist, until he slid them farther and cupped her bottom. Even through all the layers of her clothing his touch set her aflame. “I want you, Jane.” His raspy whisper in her ear sent a shiver of lust through her. “I’ve wanted you ever since I left your bed this morning.”
“I want you too, Gareth.” Molten desire licked through her veins. She must have him or her body would burst into flame.
As Only Scandal Will Do is my February offering as a .99 Deal Days book, I wanted to continue with an excerpt from the book, to whet your appetite for some steamy romance in the month dedicated to romance. Enjoy!
BLURB:
He has the woman of his dreams, but can he find a way to win her heart?
Kidnapped, displayed on the auction block of a notorious brothel, and sold to the highest bidder, Lady Katherine Fitzwilliam is furious and vows to fight her way out. Unfortunately, the rogue who bought her is way too charming and attractive to make that easy. He seduces Kat almost to the point of ruin, but she manages to escape him, although thoughts of him tend to linger long after she’s free.
Duncan, Marquess of Dalbury succumbs to temptation one night and purchases a fiery beauty whose very looks fill him with hot desire. When she insists she’s a lady, he scoffs, but is surprised when she flees before he can claim his pleasure. When he discovers she’s sister to a peer, Duncan is horrified to have compromised her. He offers marriage to scotch the scandal and gain an heir. However, the dazzling charms of the red-haired beauty, coupled with her astonishing skill with a sword, ensnares his heart and soul. If only Katarina didn’t hate him with a fury hotter than three hells…
Can he manage to turn her anger against him into a passion for him? Or will they be doomed to live together, but forever apart?
EXCERPT:
“Who are you, sir?”
“Your master, slave.”
Harsh words cloaked in a voice of deep velvet. A shiver of dread raced down Katarina’s body, as much from the words as from his tone. She gathered her courage and replied, “I am nobody’s slave. There has been a dreadful mistake.”
“I think not, my lovely. I paid a small fortune for your ownership this evening. Make no mistake about that.” He continued to stroke her hair and she twisted her head to the side. His mouth below the half mask twitched into an insolent smile. “I am pleased, however, that you possess courage as well as beauty.” His fingers touched her cheek. “The mask hid the slave’s wealth well.”
She jerked away. “You may have paid for a slave, sir, but what you find in this room is a lady in distress. Will you prove a gentleman or a rogue?”
“A lady in distress?” He laughed and straightened. “How did a lady come to find herself on display at an auction, scandalously clad in a transparent Greek costume, in Madame Vestry’s House of Pleasure?”
“House of Pleasure?” she squeaked.
“Where else would such a thing occur?” The man’s amusement seemed to deepen at her indignation. “And there will certainly be pleasure here tonight, slave.”
He ran a hand slowly down her arm, fingers trailing silkily against her bare flesh. Mouth agape at such a liberty, she slapped the hand away and ran for the door. With a long arm, he snared the diaphanous folds of her gown. The material strained against her body. Kat froze lest it rip, exposing her completely. Cursing her own folly for choosing such a costume, she swung around to face her captor.
“Please release me, sir,” she demanded, trying to keep her temper in check. She needed to woo this man to her cause. And though it galled her, she could only do so with soft words, not blows. Perhaps the blows could come later. “I beg you to aid me in my hour of need.” She put every ounce of charm into her smile; she could cajole him, as long as he couldn’t read her mind.
“Ah, but I have needs too, slave.” His hands were in her hair again, as though he could not help himself.
Well aware from his husky tone what needs the man likely had, Kat winced. If only she could see all of his face. It was so difficult to judge the man under that golden mask. She forced herself to relax, although the thought of his hands on her raised gooseflesh everywhere. It was only her hair, after all. No great sin. Perhaps if she softened her demeanor, she could convince him of her plight. She could offer honeyed tones for a little while.
“Will you hear my story of how a lady ended up in this House of Pleasure, sir?” Even to her own ears, her innocent tone sounded false. How would it sound to–
Releasing her hair, the stranger grabbed her hand. “We both know how you will end up, my slave. Come.” He pulled her toward the four-poster and she dug her toes into the rough, worn carpeting. Honey be damned, she had no intention of going anywhere near that bed.
“Let me tell you my story, sir. ’Tis truly enlightening.” She snapped her wrist down, freeing herself from his grasp, then turned and raced across the room, searching in vain for weapons once more. Frustration mounting, she seized the wingback chair. At least it presented a barrier of sorts. She thrust it in front of her.
“Sir, you must hear me. I truly am not what you think.”
His skeptical stare was bearable. But when he pursed his lips and made a “tsk tsking ” sound, he might as well have shouted the word “whore.”
“I am not!” Katarina clutched the chair’s golden upholstery to keep from launching herself at him and wrapping her fingers around his arrogant throat. “I am Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam, sister to the Earl of Manning. I was kidnapped and brought here tonight against my will.”
He cocked his head. Then his mouth twitched. “Truly? What an exciting life you must lead…Lady Katarina, was it?” He chuckled deep in his chest, and took a step toward the chair.
She glared at him. “I am Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam, you dullard.”
“And true ladies always run around London at night scandalously underdressed as Greek slaves?”
“My brother and I were on our way to a masquerade ball when I was abducted.”
“As was I, fair lady,” he bowed with an exaggerated flourish, “when I decided to come to this charming establishment instead. Perhaps if we had continued on our ways uninterrupted, we would even now be dancing together at the ball.” That nasty laugh grated against her nerves worse than the screech of rusty nails, making her contemplate murder. If the scoundrel didn’t believe her story, killing him might be her only means of escape.
Only Scandal Will Do is available on Amazon in both ebook and print, and is also available in ebook format at Smashwords, B & N, Kobo, and Apple. )
And here again is the Animoto book trailer I put together (from a previous trailer with an earlier cover) to give you an idea of the story, if you don’t know it already. Enjoy!
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Thank you to all those who came by yesterday to help me celebrate the most romantic day of the year! It was a red letter day on my blog and I’m so happy everyone came by and played along.
I’ve drawn the three winners of the giveaways listed below. I’ll be contacting you all shortly to get information so I can send your prizes out as soon as possible.
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Again, congratulations to all the winners and thank you to all the participants!
I wanted to make this day a little more special for all my readers and fans, so I’ve decided to hold giveaways throughout the day! Come by, comment on one or more posts, and you are entered to win that giveaway’s prize. Winners will be announced on the blog tomorrow. There will be three posts today, so three giveaways, each with different prizes, although some may also have prizes from other giveaways as well (i.e., giveaway #2 could have both its own prize and the prize from giveaway #1 as well).
Needless to say, I’m truly excited to be spending some of my Valentine’s Day with you, my readers and fans!
And how about some romance to round out Valentine’s Day?
Romance is my business, so to speak, and Valentine’s Day is the day for romance.
I would have to say the most romantic thing that my husband has done for me was regarding our honeymoon. We were going to drive to Florida to go scuba diving in West Palm Beach, well over 1,000 miles in an old Chrysler van. A grueling trip, in other words, but necessary so we could take our scuba gear. Well, we spent the night in a swanky hotel, then got up to get on the road. My husband wanted to stop for a soda for the road, so we pulled off the interstate and the into the Amtrak station. We went in and he was about to get a drink from a vending machine when he pulled out two tickets to Palm Beach and announced we had a bedroom car on the train to our honeymoon destination. I really didn’t believe him at first, but he said, yes, it’s true, we’ve got to get on the train now! We rode to Florida in style. It was a fabulous journey and I do remember it well, 30+ years later.
What’s your most romantic experience, or what is your fantasy romantic experience?
Play along, comment below, and enter to win a $20.00 Gift Card to Amazon or B & N, PLUS a Jenna Jaxon Valentine’s Day swag pack including a special chocolate treat and either an e-book or signed print copy (your choice) of one of my back listed books. (The Grand Prize, so to speak.)
Have fun, and Happy Valentine’s Day!
Love Among the Ruins by Edward Burne Jones
Be sure to check back tomorrow to see if you’re a Valentine’s Day winner!
I wanted to make this day a little more special for all my readers and fans, so I’ve decided to hold giveaways throughout the day! Come by, comment on one or more posts, and you are entered to win that giveaway’s prize. Winners will be announced on the blog tomorrow. There will be three posts today, so three giveaways, each with different prizes, although some may also have prizes from other giveaways as well (i.e., giveaway #2 could have both its own prize and the prize from giveaway #1 as well).
Needless to say, I’m truly excited to be spending some of my Valentine’s Day with you, my readers and fans!
Nothing says Happy Valentine’s Day better than chocolate, right?
I’ve gotten candy (usually chocolates) almost every year of my life it seems. My tastes have changed over the years. I used to not care at all what kind of chocolate I got, as long as I got some. I remember in second grade being totally embarrassed that a boy who liked me put a red heart box of chocolates in my Valentine’s envelope. Everyone was ooh-ing and ah-ing over it and I wanted to kill him for drawing attention to me. LOL
More recently I’ve loved Godiva chocolates and when I was in Europe I brought back a ton of Belgian chocolate from Bruges and ate all kinds of chocolate pastries in Germany. Unfortunately, these days, with a newly discovered lactose intolerance, I’m tending more toward dark chocolate, which isn’t a bad thing, but man I do miss Reese’s Cups and Baby Ruths!
What is your favorite kind of chocolate? It doesn’t have to be a candy bar or specific brand. It could be brownies, or hot chocolate, or chocolate cake!
Play along, comment below, and enter to win a Jenna Jaxon Valentine’s Day swag pack including a special chocolate treat PLUS either an e-book or signed print copy (your choice) of one of my back listed books.
Have fun, and Happy Valentine’s Day!
Valentine’s Day Giveaway #3 will release at 6:00 pm (EST) today! Come on back for more fun and giveaways!
I wanted to make this day a little more special for all my readers and fans, so I’ve decided to hold giveaways throughout the day! Come by, comment on one or more posts, and you are entered to win that giveaway’s prize. Winners will be announced on the blog tomorrow. There will be three posts today, so three giveaways, each with different prizes, although some may also have prizes from other giveaways as well (i.e., giveaway #2 could have both its own prize and the prize from giveaway #1 as well).
Needless to say, I’m truly excited to be spending some of my Valentine’s Day with you, my readers and fans!
Victorian Valentine Card
So to get this party started, do you remember how you celebrated Valentine’s Day in school?
I remember in 3rd grade, Mrs. Sheffield created valentine cards specially suited to each child in the class from pink/red/white construction paper and put them on the bulletin board. The valentines went up on the first of February, and each day, usually before we went home, each child could guess which valentine was his/hers. To keep us engaged, Mrs. Sheffield would only say how many children in each row were correct in their guesses, so we never really knew until the final day, February 14th. When each child guessed that day, if they were right, Mrs. Sheffield would take the valentine down and give it to the child. If you were wrong, you got to guess until you guessed right. I guessed correctly right off the bat: mine was the face of a cat (everyone knew I loved cats, so I was pretty sure all along). I only remember one other child’s valentine. Her name was Becky and her valentine was a pair of lips because she kissed Mrs. Sheffield on the cheek each day when she left to go home. (So funny what you remember from childhood!)
So there’s my valentine memory from school. Play along, comment below, and enter to win either an e-book or signed print copy (your choice) of one of my back listed books.
Have fun, and Happy Valentine’s Day!
Valentine’s Day Giveaway #2 will release at noon (EST) today! Come on back for more fun and giveaways!
This week I’m continuing snippets from The Widow Wore Plaid. It’s the sixth and final book of The Widows’ Club series and I’m truly very excited to share it with you again.
BLURB:
The Battle of Waterloo made them widows, but each has found new happiness. And Jane, Lady John Tarkington, intends to keep her freedom, even if love—and one particular gentleman—are determined to claim her heart . . .
It is a truth rarely acknowledged—at least in public—that a wealthy widow is free to pursue a great many adventures. For two years, Jane has privately enjoyed her independence. Why should she remarry, even when the gentleman proposing is as wonderful as Gareth, Lord Kinellan? She entreats him never to ask her again. But as her Widows’ Club friends—now all joyfully remarried—gather at Castle Kinellan, Jane begins to wonder if stubbornness has led her to make a terrible mistake . . .
Kinellan needs a wife to give him an heir, and he wants that wife to be Jane. They are perfect together in every way, yet she continually refuses him. Just as he is on the point of convincing her, a series of accidents befall Gareth and point to an enemy in their midst. He has promised Jane a passionate future filled with devotion, but can he keep them both alive long enough to secure it?
Because the next scene in the book is R rated and not the necessary PG-13, I’m skipping ahead several chapters to the point the next day when Kinellan has taken Jane up to his family’s hunting lodge in the woods. Enjoy!
EXCERPT:
“Let me show you now–there’s not a lot left to see.” He stood and held out his hand.
With a small groan, Jane rose from her comfortable seat and took it.
“The fireplace area serves as both kitchen and dining rooms and that bedroom under the stairs was always mine when I was a boy.” He led her to the stairs. “Up here are the rest of the bedrooms.”
“Do we really need to see those?” Stifling a yawn, Jane tried to keep her eyes open. The lovely meal and the excellent wine had put her in need of a nap.
“You look as though a bed is what you want, love.”
And a little more for good measure…
He put his arm around her shoulders and helped her up the stairs to the corridor with three doors on one side and one on the other. “These were all bedchambers for the hunters.” He opened the three doors on the left and she stuck her head into each room, all very plain, each with a rough chest and two single beds.
“And the men would stay here how long to hunt?” The primitive accommodations did not instill confidence in Jane. She’d likely not make it here a single night.
“According to my father, sometimes a week or more.”
Grimacing, Jane moved to the single door on the right. “What room is this?”
“That chamber is reserved for the Kinellan.” He opened the door and ushered her in.
Much larger than the others, this room boasted a large double-sized poster bed with curtains around its four sides made of what once was a costly blue brocade fabric, though now faded and dusty looking. At the time they were new they must have been quite elegant. The walls of this chamber were not Spartan as the other rooms, but decorated with several sets of deer antlers, a portrait of some Seton ancestor, she assumed, and an ancient broadsword hung beneath the Seton coat of arms. A chest-on-chest and a wardrobe gave the room an aura of sophistication after the other sparsely furnished rooms.
“I see the Kinellan likes his luxuries.” She ran her hand over the comforter and pressed down on the mattress, testing the bed. “Although this mattress is quite lumpy.”
“Really?” Kinellan suddenly loomed overtop of her and she caught her breath. “That could be unfortunate.”
Earlier this month, I posted on the Historical Hussies blog (I post there one the first Wednesday of the month for those who want to check it out) an article on Victorian Valentines, because of course, it being February and me being a romance writer, I felt compelled to write about Valentines. 🙂
Here’s the beginning of the post and a link to Historical Hussies so you can read the whole thing.
Be sure to check back here on Monday, February 14 for Jenna Jaxon’s Valentine’s Day Party. I’ll be posting throughout the day and each post will have an opportunity to win things like swag packs, books, and gift cards! Hope to see you here!
As with many things, the Victorians gave us most of the traditions we use in our celebration of Valentine’s Day. The most prevalent tradition, sending and receiving Valentine’s cards, can be laid at the doorstep of a member of the British postal system, Rowland Hill, who came up with the idea that letters or cards should be charged by their weight rather than by the distance they traveled. Thus the penny post was born and mailing letters and cards…More
One of my most popular posts for years has been the one about the medieval marriage custom of bedding the bride. I first heard of this custom when I watched the BBC series The Six Wives of Henry the Eighth. In episode four, after wedding wife number four, Anne of Cleves, there is a procession leading Anne and Henry to their bedchamber and a very grumpy Henry says, “Wedding done, bedding done.”
Because this month I’m spotlighting my medieval romance, Time Enough to Love, I’m reposting my original post below. I do have a “bedding the bride” scene in the second part of the novel, “Betrayal”, so if you’re interested in this custom, you might want to check out the novel as well.
Marriage customs during the Middle Ages were varied and in some cases, exceedingly strange to our modern-day sensibilities. One such custom was “bedding the bride.”
The ceremony actually should be called “bedding the couple” because both bride and groom were participants along with their family, friends, and wedding guests.
According to Alison Weir, “One feature of medieval royal weddings that seems shockingly intrusive today was the public bedding ceremony, in which the newly wedded couple were put to bed together by their attendants and toasted by their guests, as the bed was blessed by a bishop or priest. Then they were left alone to attend to their chief duty, the begetting of heirs to ensure the succession. This bawdy custom had died out by the end of the 17th century.”
The custom was not confined to royalty, however. Both nobles and commoners celebrated weddings in this manner as well.
After the marriage ceremony, the bride and groom would retire to separate rooms and their attendants (family or friends) would dress them for bed. At one time, in Scandinavia, the guests would instead strip the couple naked. Then they would be conducted to the bedroom, often followed by shouts of bawdy comments. A priest would bless the bed and the couple would be put into bed and handed a cup of “sweetened and spiced wine, again blessed by the priest, known as the ‘benediction posset,’” according to George Monger.
Afterward, the attendants participated in “the divination custom of throwing the stocking.” The attendants would have secured the stockings of the bride and groom. Two grooms’ men would sit on one side of the bed and two brides’ maids would sit on the other with their backs to the center. Each one took turns throwing the stockings over their shoulders. If a groomsman hit the bride or a bridesmaid hit the groom with one, then it indicated that person would soon marry. A forerunner of tossing the garter and the wedding bouquet perhaps.
Once the posset was drunk and the stockings tossed, the curtains would be drawn, the company would retire, and the newlyweds would be left to their own devices.
In rare cases, if the couple were royalty, or perhaps if there was a doubt about the “ability” of the groom, attendants stayed in the room while the consummation took place.
The custom of the bedding ceremony died out by the late 1600s. But until then, brides and grooms had lots of company on their wedding night. Apparently no one had heard that two’s company, twenty’s a crowd. 🙂
Time Enough to Love is available in e-book and print formats on Amazon, and in e-book also on B & N, Kobo, and Apple.