Lovin’ Christmas Boxed Set

I actually had two releases this week:

Seduction at the Christmas Court and this boxed set,

Lovin’ Christmas–Believe in the Season!

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Seven best-selling and award-winning authors have put together a wonderful smorgasbord of Christmas romance stories:

SEVEN STORIES TO WARM YOUR HEART AND HAVE YOU FALLING IN LOVE AGAIN…

A SEAL for Christmas by Jennifer Lowery
Navy SEAL Donovan Demarco is looking to spend a quiet family Christmas, but an accident puts Cloe Carter’s life in danger and he is honor-bound to protect her. Will the threat against them tear them apart or will this holiday season mend their broken hearts?

This Christmas by K.S. Thomas
When college freshmen Anna decides to bring her roommate Danielle home for Christmas, it only leads to awkward moments, misunderstandings and surprise encounters under the mistletoe…with Anna’s very handsome, very single, very best friend – Lindsay.
The Holidays are sure to be interesting as Anna figures out just what exactly it is she wants ‘This Christmas’.

A Christmas Accident by Melissa Keir
For Sherri and Adam, the holidays are a time of celebration and love, but this Christmas will be unlike any they have ever faced.
When a horrible blizzard causes an automobile accident that puts the lives of those Sherri loves on the line, can a Christmas miracle save them?

Coal in her Stocking by RaeAnne Hadley
Jack and Rena are devoted to their family but are slowly slipping away from each other. Will a life decision tear their family apart before Christmas? Will Rena get her Christmas wish or will she find coal in her stocking?

A Kiss Beneath the Mistletoe by Jenna Jaxon
At eighteen, Jenny Crowley finds her life a shambles and herself betrothed to Alexander Isley, the boy next door. When Jenny refuses to marry Alec, her aunt offers to whisk her away to a Christmas house party to meet an alternative match. Alec follows Jenny to the house party in hopes of convincing her of his love in time to save her from being ruined under the mistletoe.

All I Want for Christmas by Deb Julienne
Rafe Donnelly hates everything to do with the holidays. Ali Sanders is a single mother, juggling two jobs and missing most of her son’s childhood. Who knew a little boy’s Santa wish could change so many lives?

A Black Mountain Christmas by D’Ann Lindun
Noelle Jackson would rather find coal in her stocking than spend Christmas in Black Mountain, Colorado, but her best friend’s wedding means putting aside her reluctance. When an angel driving a red Mustang runs Nick Hadley’s sleigh off the road, his first reaction is indignation. His second is awe. If he takes a chance on love, she will change his life forever.

This set is available at Amazon, both for purchase and through Kindle Unlimited.

Hope this makes your Christmas extra merry and bright!

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Release Day for Seduction at the Christmas Court!

At long last, my medieval Christmas novella, Seduction at the Christmas Court has released!

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This novella continues the story of Alyse and Geoffrey, the heroine and hero from the Time Enough to Love series.

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BLURB:

Alyse and Geoffrey, Lord and Lady Longford, have journeyed to the glittering Christmas Court of King Edward III in the year 1349 to wait upon the king and take part in some Yuletide merriment. However, when Geoffrey is suddenly called into the king’s service again, Alyse must remain at court, attending the queen and persuading her rebellious sister to accept an unwanted betrothal. When rumors of Geoffrey’s death arise, Alyse fends off an old suitor who wants to renew their friendship. But how long will he take “No” for an answer?

EXCERPT:

“This entertainment will be tedious. I would much rather retire for a good night’s bedding right now,” he whispered, the puff of his breath tickling her ear and sending prickles of excitement down her neck.

She laced their fingers together. “’Twill be finished ‘ere long, my love. Then you can wield your weapon with a vigor yon knights cannot.”

He laughed and drank deeply. “Aye, sweet Alyse. My skill with both weapons outshines any other knight.”

“As you will not want me to be judge of that, I think, I will demur to your claim, although I will test your skills again with the one blade ‘ere the night is done.”

At Geoffrey’s bark of laughter—so loud it turned heads on the dais their way—Alyse settled back to watch the mummers, her cheeks burning, but a pleasant anticipation building within as well.

The mummer playing St. George took the center spot in the Great Hall and began a sing-song rhyme that soon had the court laughing at its nonsense. A stream of knights—played in turn by the other mummers—approached, made their rhyming challenge, and were quickly slain by St. George, whose wielding of his sword became swifter and swifter. He slayed the knights in such short order that by the time he faced the final knight, he did no more than look at the Turkish knight than the man fell down, his toes jingling softly as he landed on the soft rushes covering the floor.

A burst of laughter and applause followed that performance as the quack Doctor shuffled forward, his “magic potion” in a large bottle, gripped in his hand.

Thoroughly engrossed, Alyse laughed and clapped her hands. She held her breath and leaned forward as the Doctor poured the potion down the throats of the slain knights, spoke his own rhyme over them, and one by one, they began to twitch and dance, the rush-strewn floor seeming to come alive as they did. The room resounded with merriment as all seven knights revived.

Loud applause burst out from the courtiers, many of whom threw gold and silver coins onto the floor. Geoffrey tossed a gold florin to the Turkish knight. “For my lady’s pleasure,” he called.

The man nimbly caught the coin and made a deep bow. “Thank you, my lord.”

With a lecherous grin, Geoffrey grasped Alyse’s arm and urged her to rise. “And now allow me to attend to my lady’s pleasure as well.”

Seduction at the Christmas Court is now available at

Amazon and Smashwords.

 

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Celebration Giveaway!!

To celebrate my new release, I’m giving away one free copy of Seduction at the Christmas Court and one free  copy of Lovin’ Christmas–Believe in the Season, a Christmas box set of seven Christmas tales from best-selling and award-winning authors. It includes my Regency Christmas novella A Kiss Beneath the Mistletoe.

To enter all you need to do is leave a comment below.

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Beginning in January 2017, my newsletter will release once a month and each month all subscribers will be entered in a random drawing for a $5.00 gift card. When my subscriber list reaches 100, the gift card amount will increase to $10.00 each month.

Thanks so much for coming by to help me celebrate my eleventh historical publication!

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Medieval Monday: Celebration! ~ Ruth A. Casie’s The Druid Knight Tales

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Celebration!

 is our theme for this round of Medieval Monday!

Join us as we celebrate weddings, holidays, and all manner of medieval events!

This week’s excerpt is from

Ruth A. Casie’s

The Druid Knight Tales

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Excerpt:

She woke before sunrise refreshed by a good night’s sleep. After her morning routine she picked up her staff and joined the others at the standing stones. Today, the shortest day of the year, they would welcome the day and celebrate the sacred marriage between Father Sky and Mother Earth. She waited while Doward finished cleansing and purifying the area for the Grand Master.

Ellyn and the people from all the clans proceeded through the outer circle to the Cove and its three standing stones. Doward came up to her. “Another year. They seem to hurry by.”

A wave of unease washed over her. She hardly made out what Doward said. She was too busy trying to control her rising apprehension.

The clans formed a large circle around the stones and waited. The Grand Master walked down the wide avenue and took his place. He stood beside her. She had imagined his tall, commanding presence quite correctly.

Everyone in the large circle faced east and waited for the sun to peek over the horizon. Slowly sunlight crept up and bathed the central Cove stone with its first rays of light.

“Hail and welcome,” declared Max.

“Hail and welcome,” the clans around him responded.

In unison they faced the center of the large circle.

“Hail this new day and year. We remember those who have left us. And we welcome those who have joined us by marriage, birth, or simply by choice.” He nodded toward Ellyn. “Ellyn of Brodgar, we welcome you into Fendrel’s clan.”

“Thank you, Grand Master.” Ellyn’s voice carried loud and clear. She faced Fendrel. “Thank you for making a place for me at your hearth.”

The first part of the morning ritual completed, the circle broke. She followed Max and the others as they made their way to the great oak in the nearby grove.

“Are you familiar with this part of the ritual?” Doward asked.

“Yes. The Grand Master will enter the Otherworld and meet with the Ancestors.”

“There is more to the ritual,” Doward said. “To ensure a good year and banish evil, when the Grand Master returns with the message from the Ancestors, the women will cut down and collect springs of mistletoe from the sacred oak tree. The Grand Master will give the sprigs to the families in the clan for them to hang in their house.”

Everyone gathered around the ancient oak. Once again she and Doward stood in the great circle next to the Grand Master.

Max waited for quiet before he faced the east and raised his arms. “Hail, Guardians of the East. I summon the power of air.” His voice echoed through the grove.

“By the air in her breath, be with us now,” the congregation replied.

He turned to the south. “Hail, Guardians of the South. I summon the power of fire.”

“By the fire in her spirit, be with us now,” came the reply.

He faced the west. “Hail, Guardians of the West. I summon the power of water.”

“By the waters of her womb, be with us now.”

Turning north he said, “Hail, Guardians of the North. I summon the power of earth.”

“By the earth that is her body, be with us now.” Every eye turned to Max when he faced the ancient oak, mistletoe hanging in great bunches from its mighty branches.

“As above, so below.

As within, so without.

Four stars in this place be

To open the door to the Ancestors to me.”

The cold air chilled even more and the sky turned an array of colors. Every muscle in Ellyn’s body tensed. This was magick she was not supposed to see. She must be too close to the Grand Master. She struggled to move away but was fixed to the spot. Slowly the world began to spin. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself, planted her staff deep into the ground, and held on. She peered through a hazy filter and witnessed Doward’s nod. She studied his lips silently mouthing, Safe journey.

 

 

 

 

Blurb:

Maximilian, the druid Grand Master, was given a year to find his soul mate. On the final day, the sacred mistletoe has shriveled and died—proclaiming his failure. He must do what no other Grand Master has done before and journey to meet with the Ancestors formally relinquish his title.

Ellyn of Brodgar has the gift of healing. But each use of her magick, through a kiss, depletes her energy and brings her closer to death. Time is running out as she searches for a way to continue saving lives—especially her own.

Max and Ellyn are tossed into the Otherworld together—a place filled with magick and wonder, it’s also fraught with danger, traps, and death. They have only until the third sunset to find the Ancestors, or be lost to the world forever. The domineering druid must work with the stubborn healer, not only for survival, but for the promise of the future—a future together.

Included an epilogue fifteen years later. See how the man destined for Max and Ellyn’s daughter takes the first steps in becoming a druid knight.

Arik, son of Fendrel and Dimia, prepares for training with his adopted brother, Bran, setting into motion a ripple effect that will carry love, betrayal, and death across the centuries.

 

Buy Link:

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 12/4/16 Seduction at the Christmas Court: The Boar Hunt

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More snippets from my new medieval Christmas story, Seduction at the Christmas Court. This book continues the story begun in Time Enough to Love and its hero Lord Geoffrey Longford and heroine Lady Alyse de Courcy, now Lady Longford.

New cover revealed!

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Weekend Warriors, I finally get to show off the real cover for Seduction at the Christmas Court!

The book begins in December 1349, about seven months after the end of  Time Enough to Love.

Hunting was a favorite pastime in medieval England. In this snippet, Geoffrey and the other courtiers are hunting boar for Christmas dinner.

*Note: This excerpt is  creatively punctuated to conform to the rules of WWW.

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Photograph by Richard Bartz, Munich

The gray dog continued stalking to the left of its quarry, growling deep in its chest all the while. Geoffrey countered to the right, stepping carefully over the thick branches that littered the ground. One misstep and he could go down. The enraged boar would be on him before he could lift his dagger.

Almost in position, Geoffrey glanced at the stationary black dog, still baying like a banshee, signaled it to stay, then shouted, “Catch!”

As the gray dog leaped forward, a mighty roar erupted from the thicket behind Geoffrey.

Guy de Valere burst through the branches, dagger drawn. He stopped, stared at Geoffrey with a look of astonishment on his face then wrenched his attention back to the raging animal before him. It let out a great squeal and rushed toward them, absolute hatred in its small, round, black eyes.

 

Blurb:

Lord and Lady Longford journey to the Christmas Court of King Edward III in the year 1349 to wait upon the king and take part in some Yuletide merriment. However, when Geoffrey is suddenly called into the king’s service again, Alyse must remain at the court, attending the queen and persuading her rebellious sister to accept an unwanted betrothal. When rumors of Geoffrey’s death arise,  Alyse fends off an old suitor who wants to renew an old friendship. But how long will he take “No” for an answer?

Seduction at the Christmas Court is available on Amazon now!

Books in the Time Enough to Love series:

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And don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here.  There’s some fantastic snippets to be read.

 

 

 

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Spotlight: Lanterns in the Mist by Mairi Norris

My good friend, author Mairi Norris, has released a new romance today, a little out of her usual medieval historical period, but I’ve read it and it’s a fabulous book! Set in  pre-Revolutionary War Virginia, book will keep you turning pages! So without further ado…

Màiri Norris offers to readers her newest release set in pre-Revolutionary Colonial America. Slightly darker than her usual style, Lanterns In The Mist contains scenes with graphic content that may disturb some readers.

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BLURB:

Virginia bootmaker Duncan MacCabe needs a partner and wants a wife, but not both. So what is a pragmatic man to do but combine the two. When he learns a bride ship is en route to Norfolk with women aboard who might fit his qualifications, it appears his problem is solved.

Londoner Susanna Cooper is desperate. With her father’s sudden death, the family livelihood is gone. Her only sibling, a younger brother, abandons her to sail to China. All other options exhausted, she joins the complement of a bride ship headed for the Colony of Virginia. The only guarantee: employment or a husband.

Destiny joins Duncan and Susanna and love binds them, but a pitiless adversary, his desire for Susanna thwarted, plots a chilling vengeance to separate them—forever.

Màiri is pleased to gift a copy of Lanterns In The Mist to one of today’s commenters.

EXCERPT:

Susanna witnessed everything. Her eyes blinked, but she could not close them, nor could she force her gaze far enough to one side to avoid the images.

Once, blood spurted from the ruffian with such force the droplets arced to splash upon her face. Crimson colored her senses, as everything within her range of vision seemed drenched in a gushing fountain of blood.

An eternity passed.

The horror became so great she swooned. The respite lasted for an unmercifully brief period.

Finally, blessedly, the ruffian’s eyes glazed. He struggled to draw a gurgling, agonized breath through the gag, but the effort failed. Though his body did not move, it seemed to collapse. The light in his eyes faded.

Through it all, her captor hummed a tuneless croon. A beatific smile curved his lips. He pushed back the cowl and removed the mask.

That serene, euphoric gray gaze bent upon her.

 

Lanterns in the Mist is available at Amazon today!

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Cover Reveal: Seduction at the Christmas Court by Jenna Jaxon

At long last it’s December, and I can finally reveal the beautiful cover for my soon-to-be released medieval Christmas novella, Seduction at the Christmas Court! This book continues the story of Alyse and Geoffrey from Time Enough to Love, this time at the court of King Edward III. I think this cover has all the elements I wanted: medieval, winter, Christmas, and intrigue. I hope you like it as much as I do!

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BLURB:

Christmas tidings of comfort, joy, and temptation

Alyse and Geoffrey, Lord and Lady Longford, have journeyed to the glittering Christmas Court of King Edward III in the year 1349 to wait upon the king and take part in some Yuletide merriment. However, when Geoffrey is suddenly called into the king’s service again, Alyse must remain at court, attending the queen and persuading her rebellious sister to accept an unwanted betrothal. When rumors of Geoffrey’s death arise, Alyse fends off an old suitor who wants to renew their friendship. But how long will he take “No” for an answer?

EXCERPT:

“This entertainment will be tedious. I would much rather retire for a good night’s bedding right now,” he whispered, the puff of his breath tickling her ear and sending prickles of excitement down her neck.

She laced their fingers together. “’Twill be finished ‘ere long, my love. Then you can wield your weapon with a vigor yon knights cannot.”

He laughed and drank deeply. “Aye, sweet Alyse. My skill with both weapons outshines any other knight.”

“As you will not want me to be judge of that, I think, I will demur to your claim, although I will test your skills again with the one blade ‘ere the night is done.”

At Geoffrey’s bark of laughter—so loud it turned heads on the dais their way—Alyse settled back to watch the mummers, her cheeks burning, but a pleasant anticipation building within as well.

The mummer playing St. George took the center spot in the Great Hall and began a sing-song rhyme that soon had the court laughing at its nonsense. A stream of knights—played in turn by the other mummers—approached, made their rhyming challenge, and were quickly slain by St. George, whose wielding of his sword became swifter and swifter. He slayed the knights in such short order that by the time he faced the final knight, he did no more than look at the Turkish knight than the man fell down, his toes jingling softly as he landed on the soft rushes covering the floor.

A burst of laughter and applause followed that performance as the quack Doctor shuffled forward, his “magic potion” in a large bottle, gripped in his hand.

Thoroughly engrossed, Alyse laughed and clapped her hands. She held her breath and leaned forward as the Doctor poured the potion down the throats of the slain knights, spoke his own rhyme over them, and one by one, they began to twitch and dance, the rush-strewn floor seeming to come alive as they did. The room resounded with merriment as all seven knights revived.

Loud applause burst out from the courtiers, many of whom threw gold and silver coins onto the floor. Geoffrey tossed a gold florin to the Turkish knight. “For my lady’s pleasure,” he called.

The man nimbly caught the coin and made a deep bow. “Thank you, my lord.”

With a lecherous grin, Geoffrey grasped Alyse’s arm and urged her to rise. “And now allow me to attend to my lady’s pleasure as well.”

Seduction at the Christmas Court will release on Tuesday, December 6th and be available at Amazon, Smashwords, and eventually at other e-tailers. My release party will be in full swing on the 6th, so please come back for more seduction!

In the mean time, if you’d like to explore more of my books, or especially the Time Enough to Love series (the one Seduction is book 5 of), please visit my Amazon Author Page.

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Spotlight on Scandal’s Splendor by Collette Cameron

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SCANDAL’S SPLENDOR

Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series, Book 4

A determined Scottish lady

Seonaid Ferguson, a lady of Craiglocky Keep, is through with London’s Marriage Mart. After learning she has the second sight, the haut ton attempts to exploit her abilities. Even though it means she condemns herself to spinsterhood, Seonaid sets a desperate course to rid herself of her gift turned curse. As she rushes home from England, a snowstorm strands her in a crowded inn with the last man she ever wished to see again. A handsome French baron who once thought her a courtesan. And just her misfortune, only he stands between her and certain harm.

An honorable French nobleman

Jacques, Monsieur le baron de Devaux-Rousset, ventures to Scotland to oversee his new investment;  a silver mine near Craiglocky. Only a handsome profit will save his family’s destitute estate in France. But when the mine is beset with one problem after another, Jacques must instead search for an heiress to wed. He certainly should not be falling in love with the lovely, spirited sister of Laird Ewan MacTavish, a lass whose dowry is insufficient to restore his ancestral home. Nor should he consider, even for a moment, her risqué, but deliciously tempting scheme to rid her of the second sight.

A danger most dire

Matters are torn from their hands when a dangerous adversary vows to expose Seonaid as a witch, just as Jacques’s  problems at the mine escalate into deadly violence. Is it by chance, or a dark design, that both of them are beset at once …? Dare Jacques and Seonaid throw caution aside and forge a future together?

Collette would also like for you to know that today she’s giving away a copy of the first book of the Highland Heather Romancing a Scot series, Triumph and Treasure, drawn from the names of those who comment on the blog today.

EXCERPT

Scandal’s Splendor

What the hell was he doing?

If the snow fight hadn’t brought him to his senses, how far would he have gone? Seonaid deserved better, and he couldn’t offer her anything but admiration from afar.

Kissing her breathless isn’t exactly drawing room decorum.

She wasn’t a loose trollop whose skirts he could lift for a few blissful moments and be done. She was the gently-bred sister of a man he admired, and who’ warned him away from her.

Fool.

Giving her another soft kiss, he set her from him. “Forgive me, ma petite. My behavior is inexcusable.”

Cocking her head, her lips moist and reddened from his onslaught, she smiled shyly. “Don’t apologize. I enjoyed it. Very much, as a matter of fact.”

Dammit. Drawing upon Herculean strength, he managed to resist yanking her into his arms and taking advantage of the hay pile.

“As did I, but it cannot happen again. We must think of your reputation.” Jacques tenderly brushed a stray curl from her flushed cheek.

He should have considered that before he agreed to stay and watch the birth, but he’d been a selfish bâtard. Anyone could’ve seen them kissing through the window, though doubtful since they stood in the farthest, darkest corner. Nevertheless, he’d been alone in here with her far too long.

She continued to stare at him, as if she could see his soul and read his thoughts.

Mayhap she could. Had she known what would happen between them? She’d known about Freya. What else had Seonaid perceived and kept to herself? Such an intriguing, mesmerizing woman. And she couldn’t be his. Ever.

More laughter and shouting echoed outside, and again, snowballs pelted the building.

Best put a respectable distance between them, in the event someone entered. As he stepped away, she faced the cat family once more.

“Jacques, may I ask something of you?”

Unrolling one of his sleeves, he glanced up, his eyes hooded. “Oui, ma petite.”

She peered over her shoulder, an unfathomable light in her almond-shaped eyes. “I have need to rid myself of my maidenhead and wondered if, perhaps, you’d consider . . . ah, assisting me?”

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collette-cameronAuthor’s Bio

Bestselling, award-winning author, COLLETTE CAMERON pens Scottish and Regency historicals featuring rogues, rapscallions, rakes, and the intelligent, intrepid damsels who reform them.

Mother to three, Collette admits to a quirky sense of humor, enjoys inspiring quotes, and anything cobalt blue. A self-confessed Cadbury chocoholic, she lives in Oregon with her miniature dachshunds.

You’ll always find dogs, birds, occasionally naughty humor, and a dash of inspiration in her sweet-to-spicy timeless romances.

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Medieval Monday: Celebration! ~ Cathy MacRae’s The Highlander’s Reluctant Bride

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Celebration

 is our theme for this round of Medieval Monday!

Join us as we celebrate weddings, holidays, and all manner of medieval events!

This week’s excerpt is from

Cathy Macrae’s

The Highlander’s Reluctant Bride

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Excerpt:

At a nod from the priest, Riona stepped forward, and Eaden placed her hand in Ranald’s. She glanced at him from beneath lowered lashes, her heart racing wildly.

“Lady Caitriona, do ye come here of yer own free will and accord, without let or hindrance, free of all moral and legal encumbrance, to enter into this contract?”

Riona inhaled a deep breath. “Aye.”

The priest’s voice droned on, and she and Ranald murmured the correct responses, pledging their troth.

“Laird Scott, will ye have Gilda as yer daughter, to act as father and counsel, granting her all the attendant rights, privileges and responsibilities?”

Riona’s gaze flew to Ranald. This was not part of any wedding ceremony she’d ever attended. What was Ranald promising?

He squeezed her hand reassuringly and motioned for Gilda to approach. Placing his palm on the child’s shining head, he faced Riona, his gaze compelling her to listen to his words.

“Aye. I will offer all this in love and custom, giving her place in law alongside such other children as may arise from this union.”

Riona barely heard the challenge from the priest for any to speak who had just cause to oppose the marriage. Nor could she stop the tears spilling down her cheeks as she strove to breathe past the lump in her throat. Before their wedding guests and God, Ranald had pledged to give her daughter all the benefits of his own children, and to love and provide for her always.

Ranald leaned close, brushing the back of a hand over her damp cheek. “Dearling, will ye say yer vows?”

Abruptly Riona realized the priest was staring expectantly at her and she gathered her scattered thoughts. She handed her bouquet of heather to Gilda and faced Ranald, taking both of his hands in hers.

“Ye are blood of my blood, and bone of my bone.” She lifted her gaze and found dark blue eyes burning into hers. “I give ye my body, that we two might be one. I give ye my spirit, ‘til our life shall be done.”

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Ranald knew he had surprised Riona. By taking Gilda as his daughter, he pledged to his new wife the lass would never want for a home or honor. He meant also to prove they both would never lack for love. The trusting, earnest look in her eyes as she gave him her vows humbled him, and he answered her with a promise of his own.

“I pledge my love to ye, and everything I possess. I promise ye the first bite of my meat and the first sip from my cup. I pledge yer name will always be the name I cry aloud in the dead of night. I promise to honor ye above all others. The love we forge will be never-ending and we will remain, forevermore, equals in our marriage. This is my wedding vow to ye.”

The priest nodded and continued the ceremony as Ranald faced Riona, Gilda tucked between them. The lass rested against her mother’s gown, swinging her basket from one hand, back and forth, watching as petals drifted to the floor.

“Ye may kiss yer bride.”

“‘Tis the best part,” he replied softly, drawing an answering smile from her that lit her eyes. He lowered his head and touched his lips to hers. Riona leaned into his kiss, and his heart skipped to know she willingly sought him before the enormous crowd around them.

A subtle cough from the priest ended their pledge, and they parted, only to turn, cheek-to-cheek, to face the cheers of their guests.

Ranald straightened, pulling Riona against his side, a hand on Gilda’s shoulder. “‘Tis my privilege and honor to introduce ye to my wife and daughter. Together we invite ye to have a drink,” Ranald stared pointedly at a guest near the forefront of the crowd who already held a chalice in his hand, “as the tables are set for the banquet.”

Another cheer went up and people surged forward, congratulating them with hugs or kisses for Riona and a clout to the shoulder for Ranald.

The banquet was quickly readied and everyone found a seat. At Ranald’s left Eaden stood, raising his goblet in a bid for silence. Gradually the jovial noise subsided.

“I would be the first to make a toast. My brother has always been a lucky man, but he has outdone himself this time.”

He faced Ranald and Riona. “A thousand welcomes to ye with yer marriage. May ye be healthy all yer days. May ye be blessed with long life and peace, and may ye grow old with goodness and with riches.”

“Slainte!” The cheer rose from every throat as Ranald lifted Riona’s hand and pressed a kiss to her fingers.

Blurb:

Determined to keep the Macrory clan’s holdings out of the clutches of the Lord of the Isles and marauding pirates, King Robert II sends his man, Lord Ranald Scott, to hold Scaurness Castle. There, Laird Macrory lays dying, awaiting word from his son who is missing on the battlefields of France. If the son is not found before the old laird dies, Ranald will take over as laird—and marry Laird Macrory’s headstrong daughter.

Lady Caitriona sees no reason she cannot rule the clan in her brother’s stead, and is bitterly disappointed with the king’s decision to send a man to oversee the castle and people. Not only is Ranald Scott only distantly related to the Macrory clan, but he was her childhood nemesis. She has little trust or like for him.

Her disappointment turns to panic when the king’s plan is completely revealed and she realizes she must wed Ranald. Pirates, treachery, and a four-year-old girl stand between her and Ranald’s chance at happiness. What will it take for them to learn to trust each other and find the love they both deserve?

 

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 11/27/16 Seduction at the Christmas Court: A French Peacock

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This month I’ll be posting snippets from my new medieval Christmas story, Seduction at the Christmas Court. This book continues the story begun in Time Enough to Love and its hero Lord Geoffrey Longford and heroine Lady Alyse de Courcy, now Lady Longford.

New cover reveal is set for December 1!

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Weekend Warriors, I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving with plenty of food, fun and family. I’m loving my 5 day vacation!

Seduction at the Christmas Court begins in December 1349, about seven months after the end of  Time Enough to Love.

In this snippet, which comes some pages after last week’s post, Guy de Valere, Pippa’s betrothed, has put in an appearance at the Christmas Court, much to Alyse’s dismay.  Here, Geoffrey tries to reassure her.

*Note: This excerpt is unedited and creatively punctuated to conform to the rules of WWW.

 

800px-javan_green_peafowl_1-18Geoffrey bit the inside of his mouth to stifle a curse. The man before them had challenged him, nay, tried to kill him for Alyse’s hand. ‘Sblood, he could have done without seeing this knave ‘ere Judgment Day. Well, ‘twas likely they would be more in company since Pippa was betrothed to him. To his right, Alyse’s pale face and drawn lips—pressed so closely together they resembled a thin line across her face—angered him. No one should cause his wife such distress. Their Yuletide would be much less merry with this French villain at court.

“Fear not, sweet,” he whispered to Alyse. “Yon peacock will not disturb you with his crowing, else I will pluck his feathers to make you a fan.”

 

Blurb:

Lord and Lady Longford journey to the Christmas Court of King Edward III in the year 1349 to wait upon the king and take part in some Yuletide merriment. However, when Geoffrey is suddenly called into the king’s service again, Alyse must remain at the court, attending the queen and persuading her rebellious sister to accept an unwanted betrothal. When rumors of Geoffrey’s death arise,  Alyse fends off an old suitor who wants to renew an old friendship. But how long will he take “No” for an answer?

Other Books in the Time Enough to Love series:

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Betrothal with Logo

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And don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here.  There’s some fantastic snippets to be read.

 

 

 

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Let us all give thanks for the good things in our lives and for the strength to overcome that which challenges us.

May you all have a very Happy Thanksgiving.

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