Tuesday, 7 December 2021

NEW GAY ROMANCE RELEASES TODAY!

 

 I'm so excited, today is the day, my festive MMM, MISTLETOE MENAGE hits the shelves. Set in a pretty fictional market town in England it's sure to heat up cold nights. Whoot, enjoy!


The winter days might be frosty, but a new guy in town is sure to heat up Father Nicholas and Dr. Zach!

Reverend Nicholas Simmons has traveled a bumpy road before landing in the small town of Mindle with his doctor husband. So, when a new, very sexy, very enticing young man shows interest in them both, he’s reluctant to rock the boat.

Zach, however, can’t keep the flashes of desire from his eyes. He’d never cheat, of course not, but visions of hot threesomes dance in his mind. Will Nicholas ever agree? If so, what would it be like? How hard would they all come?

Brandon isn’t looking forward to his first Christmas in Mindle. He’s alone. Exhausted. Friendless. That is, until he meets the Reverend and Zach. From that first moment he’s equal parts fascinated and turned on by them. Sure, they’re older than he is, but that just heightens his lust and increases his need to get hot, sweaty and naked with them.

Will their romance have a backdrop of tinsel and holly? Can three strong, passionate men truly connect with absolute honesty? And on Christmas night, will they each get the ultimate present—one another—under the tree?


Thursday, 4 November 2021

New book 2022!

 Orphan in the Peacock Shawl Preorder! Out Jan 2022! Available in ebook, paperback, audio and libraries large print.

Annabelle can’t hide forever from the wealthy Hartley family, but can she give up the baby she loves? #historicalfiction #historicalsaga #YorkUK #Yorkshire #saga #Victorian #familydrama

http://getbook.at/OrphanPeacockShawl



Monday, 26 July 2021

The Market Stall Girl Amazon UK 99p July only.

 The Market Stall Girl Amazon UK 99p July only.

Will Beth and Noah find the happiness they wish for or will overwhelming events break them apart?

Amazon: http://mybook.to/TheMarketStallGirl



Monday, 10 May 2021

Voting Open!

 The Market Stall Girl has been nominated for a Rone Award by Ind'Tale Magazine.

Voting is just this week. So if you enjoyed the story and think it deserves a vote, please go to this link. 🥰 (you have to register to vote) Thank you!!

https://indtale.com/polls/historical-victorian-20th-century-rone-2021



Friday, 30 April 2021

Released soon!

On Saturday it'll be one month until A Distant Horizon is released!
A Distant Horizon is available for preorder on Amazon in Kindle.
Paperback will be released the same week.
Can Ellen thrive in a strange land?
Or has she made the greatest mistake of her life?




 

Monday, 22 March 2021

99p/c Sale!

 

Sale 99p/c March 20-26!

Isabelle’s Choice

Will the choices she’s made ruin her? Will she find the happiness she’s searching for?

#Victorian #Yorkshire  #saga #kindleunlimited #paperback #Hebdenbridge #historicalfiction #orphans

Amazon myBook.to/IsabellesChoice




The Snow Bride. Medieval Historical Romance set in Northern Britain. New excerpts!


She is Beauty, but is he the Beast?

THE SNOW BRIDE (THE KNIGHT AND THE WITCH 1) https://amzn.to/2MZZan0    

UK  https://amzn.to/2H1tYzY

EXCERPT https://bit.ly/2yV95Cb

REVIEW https://bit.ly/38ynFzh

 

Excerpt England, winter, 1131

 

Magnus forced his aching legs to move and dismounted stiffly from his horse. The still, freezing cold made his teeth ache, and as he tethered his mount, he wondered yet again what he was doing here. It was less than a month to Christmas, and he could have been with Peter and Alice at Castle Pleasant, preparing for feasting and singing and watching his godchildren.

And then a deep, abiding ache, bedding down in the great hall alone. He would never force a woman to lie with him—he had seen too much of that in the crusades.

He limped forward through the pristine snow. Peter had his Alice now, a clever, black-haired wench who feared nothing and no one, including him. Had his friend and fellow crusader not known her first, he might have had a chance with Alice. She saw through the outer armor and shell of a man to what lay beneath.

But she loves her crusader knight, Peter of the Mount, and I have no chance or right there.

As the palfrey snorted and jangled its harness behind him, he knelt in a white heap of pitted frost and reached out with his good arm to brush snow off the small, cracked statue of a saint. This was an old, wayside shrine on a track to nowhere of note, and the wooden figure huddled in its stone niche was old, its paint peeling. This battered saint would understand him, one ugly brute to another.

“Holy one, grant me my prayer.”

He stopped, aware of the chill silence around him—the bare trees, the white landscape, the empty road. He had nothing to offer the saint, no flower or trinket to sweeten his request.

As his knees began to smart, then burn, then freeze on the unyielding, icy ground, Magnus tried to marshal his thoughts. What did he want?


She is Beauty, but is he the Beast?

THE SNOW BRIDE (THE KNIGHT AND THE WITCH 1) https://amzn.to/2MZZan0    

UK  https://amzn.to/2H1tYzY

EXCERPT https://bit.ly/2yV95Cb

REVIEW https://bit.ly/38ynFzh

 

Excerpt 2

 

A woman of my own. Someone to return to.

Alice cared and had urged him most ardently to stay with her and Peter, but pride had made him refuse them both with a smile. He did not begrudge the handsome couple their joy, not after their many trials. But the dark of winter and Christmas especially brought his own desolation home to him most keenly, sharper than an assassin’s blade. He was nine and twenty, a grizzled warrior, battle-scarred and wounded.

Feeling sorry for yourself, Magnus? Brace up, man! Be a Viking, as your granddad was. You have your wits and your balls, all working. The lasses in the stews make no complaint and do not charge so much. You have land, a strong house, good fellowship, and two hearty godchildren.

“Splendor in Christendom, let me have my own family! A lass who loves me!”

His voice rang out, startling a lone magpie into taking flight from a solitary elm in a blur of wings, but the drab and well-worn saint gave no sign of hearing. Peering into the calm, carved face, Magnus wondered if the saint was smiling, and then he spotted his own reflection, clear in a frozen mirror of ice by the shrine.

He scowled, knowing very well what he looked like, and spat to the left for luck. With his knees creaking, he staggered to his feet and remounted his eager horse. When he passed this way again he would leave gold, he vowed, but for now he wished only to slink away. He needed to find the village before nightfall and speak to the council of old men—it was always old men—who had sent word to his manor of Norton Mayfield, begging for help, any help, to track and to defeat a monster.

 


Lindsay Townsend