tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89547609710802369972024-03-13T00:28:37.292+00:00British Romance Fiction BlogLindsay Townsendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513558547686982857noreply@blogger.comBlogger515125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-25903758065936404672023-12-20T08:51:00.002+00:002023-12-20T08:51:00.135+00:00Cold Nights, Hot Bodies By Lily Harlem<p> </p><h2 style="text-align: center;">Need something spicy to read with your mulled wine? Don't miss this hot and kinky first time romance set in beautiful snowy England.</h2><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://books2read.com/u/m2vwK6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1410" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pg9eiRL5b68HqOK8pP9XALlxA6aYLo1tWLF8SC5kv74Da3zX1EYPNUDukeh7BV3ON1gDTEEpalcyI59zwq4jKhxPfDomlZpSwMXCwy5yUt7YbHbA0gm0r8SOiWKs-XLn-qRtTaKEncauJpq9jE0OzOLER_ReNtT3-Nc0uo0M3lRy9YKlGveSg5HF2Q/w249-h396/Untitled%20design-5%20copy.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://books2read.com/u/m2vwK6" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>BUY NOW </b></span></a></div>Lily Harlemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09273634704497875472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-69806230547658654802023-12-17T10:23:00.003+00:002023-12-17T10:23:25.268+00:00Christmas Read, Christmas Romance. Sensual Romance Novel, The Snow Bride <div class="separator" style="background-color: #f7f0e9; clear: both; color: #4b6320; font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.3px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7mxjewfwmSr6IETqqfN8sJmr-KP552RCyAkM3Ema0tQlfAwkk4ebGQDitiWo41obeEAmzHEq97zgB1lsAAnOZGtAmOpE_33d99NTZOR_jkP-KXiD7Y6IVFOdbpiZF2Se5svEl7DKBlE-3CV7hkm8egEtPWSk9uaBA1pmDNZNeDRQ6PBn2bZ5_wFyjA/s1080/72341-335%20Snow%20Bride%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7mxjewfwmSr6IETqqfN8sJmr-KP552RCyAkM3Ema0tQlfAwkk4ebGQDitiWo41obeEAmzHEq97zgB1lsAAnOZGtAmOpE_33d99NTZOR_jkP-KXiD7Y6IVFOdbpiZF2Se5svEl7DKBlE-3CV7hkm8egEtPWSk9uaBA1pmDNZNeDRQ6PBn2bZ5_wFyjA/s320/72341-335%20Snow%20Bride%203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; 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Bride<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She is Beauty, but is he the Beast?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Book One of
The Knight and the Witch<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">England,
winter, 1131<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Elfrida,
spirited, caring and beautiful, is also alone. She is the witch of the woods
and no man dares to ask for her hand in marriage until a beast comes stalking
brides and steals away her sister. Desperate, the lovely Elfrida offers herself
as a sacrifice, as bridal bait, and she is seized by a man with fearful scars.
Is he the beast?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">In the
depths of a frozen midwinter, in the heart of the woodland, Sir Magnus,
battle-hardened knight of the Crusades, searches ceaselessly for three missing
brides, pitting his wits and weapons against a nameless stalker of the snowy
forest. Disfigured and hideously scarred, Magnus has finished with love, he
thinks, until he rescues a fourth 'bride', the beautiful, red-haired Elfrida,
whose innocent touch ignites in him a fierce passion that satisfies his deepest
yearnings and darkest desires.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6i-pazCOAi4xbn9jSTuXIBTDVjf2KBF-X0-4HEcecDv81f8gnTUZGvP6VLXoqLZbaKxfMpzLY7okUoPY_hzOC0vuHjbVtex7-TpSBZG3l82s783jmmZt2OqtvIdDKFjzXWgyOBS-7e6Nzd57Mfny8qJhQxRW0tWxvGY11TbCFKrjk8B82aBvzAe9TQ/s2400/NEW%20B%20&%20B%201.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="2400" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6i-pazCOAi4xbn9jSTuXIBTDVjf2KBF-X0-4HEcecDv81f8gnTUZGvP6VLXoqLZbaKxfMpzLY7okUoPY_hzOC0vuHjbVtex7-TpSBZG3l82s783jmmZt2OqtvIdDKFjzXWgyOBS-7e6Nzd57Mfny8qJhQxRW0tWxvGY11TbCFKrjk8B82aBvzAe9TQ/s320/NEW%20B%20&%20B%201.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 210.75pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Excerpt<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Elfrida
stirred sluggishly, unable to remember where she was. Her back ached, and the
rest of her body burned. She opened her eyes and sat up with a jerk, thinking
of Christina.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Her head
felt to be bobbing like an acorn cup in a stream, and her vision swam. As she
tried to swing her legs, her sense of dizzy falling increased, becoming worse
as she closed her eyes. She lashed out in the darkness, her flailing hands and
feet connecting with straw, dusty hay, and ancient pelts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Christina?”
she hissed, listening intently and praying now that the monster had brought her
to the same place it had taken her sister. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She heard
nothing but her own breath, and when she held that, nothing at all.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Christina?”
Fearing to reach out in this blackness that was more than night and dreading
what she might find, Elfrida forced herself to stretch her arms. She trailed
her fingers out into the ghastly void, tracing the unseen world with trembling
hands. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Her body
shook more than her hands, but she ignored the shuddering of her limbs, closed
her eyes like a blind man, and searched. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She lay on
a pallet, she realized, full of crackling, dry grass. When she scented and
tasted the air, there was no blood. She did not share the space with grisly
corpses. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I am alone and unfettered</span></i><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">. Now her heart had stopped thudding
in her ears, she listened again, hearing no one else. Chanting a charm to see
in the dark, she tried again to shift her feet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Light
spilled into her eyes like scalding milk as a door opened and a massive figure
lurched across the threshold. Elfrida launched herself at freedom, hurling a
fistful of straw at the looming beast and ducking out for the light.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She fell
instead, her legs buckling, her last sight that of softly falling snow. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">* * * *<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Magnus
gathered the woman before she pitched facedown into the snow, returning her
swiftly to the rough bed within the hut. Her tiny, bird-boned form terrified
him. Clutching her was like ripping a fragile wood anemone up from its roots. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And she had
fought him, wind-flower or not. She had charged at him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“I wish,
lass, that you would listen to me. I am not the Forest Grendel, nor have wish
to be, nor ever have been.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Just as
earlier, in the clearing where he had first come upon her, a brilliant shock of
life and color in a white, dead world, the woman gave no sign of hearing. She
was cold again, freezing, while in his arms she had steamed with fever. He
tugged off his cloak and bundled her into it, then piled his firewood and
kindling onto the bare hearth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">A few
strikes of his flints and he had a fire. He set snow to melt in the helmet he
was using as a cauldron. He swept more dusty hay up from the floor and,
sneezing, packed it round the still little figure. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">No beast on
two or four legs would hunt tonight, so that was one worry less. Finding this
lean-to hut in the forest had been a godsend, but it would be cold.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Magnus went
back out into the snow and led his horse into the hut, spreading what feed he
had brought with him. He kept the door shut with his saddle, rubbed the palfrey
down with the bay’s own horse blanket, and looked about for a lantern.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">There was
none, just as there were no buckets, nor wooden bowls hanging from the eaves.
But, abandoned as it surely had been, the place was well roofed, and no snow
swirled in through the wood and wattle walls. Whistling, Magnus dug through his
pack and found a flask of ale, some hard cheese, two wizened apples, and a
chunk of dark rye bread. He spoke softly to his horse, then looked again at the
woman.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She was
breathing steadily now, and her lips and cheeks had more color. By the
glittering, rising fire he saw her as he had first in the forest clearing, an
elf-child of beauty and grace, a willing sacrifice to the monster. Kneeling
beside her, he longed to stroke her vivid red hair and kiss the small dimple in
her chin. In sleep she had the calm, flawless face of a Madonna of Outremer and
the bright locks of a Magdalene. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">He had
guessed who she was—the witch of the three villages, the good witch driven to
desperation. Coming upon her in that snowfield, tied between two trees like a
crucified child of fairy, his temper had been a black storm against the
villagers for sparing their skins by flaying hers. Then he had seen her face,
recognized that wild, stark, sunken-cheeked grief, seen the loose bonds and the
terrible “feast,” and had understood. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Another young woman has been taken by the
beast, someone you love.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She—Elfrida,
that was her name, he remembered it now—Elfrida was either very foolish or very
powerful, to offer herself as bait.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Published
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Here’s
another excerpt from THE SNOW BRIDE, showing Elfrida, a medieval witch and
Magnus, a warrior. I deliberately wrote it so Elfrida was powerful in magic but
not invulnerable. Hence her catching chicken-pox and being feverish as a
result.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">EXCERPT<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(247, 240, 233); line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"" style="color: #4b6320; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Magnus was worried. The fire he had made should have brought his
people. It was an old signal, well-known between them. His men should have
reached the village by now—that had been the arrangement. They were bringing
traps and provisions in covered wagons, and hunting dogs and horses. He had
been impatient to start his pursuit of the Forest Grendel and so rode ahead,
returning with the messenger until that final stretch when the man turned off
to his home. He had ridden on alone, finding the wayside shrine.<br />
<br />
But from then, all had gone awry. Instead of the monster, he had found an
ailing witch, and the snowstorm had lost him more tracks and time.<br />
<br />
Magnus shook his head, turning indulgent eyes to the small, still figure on the
rough pallet. At least the little witch had slept through the night and day,
snug and safe, and he had been able to make her a litter from woven branches.
He would give his fire signal a little longer and then return Elfrida to her
village. There he might find someone who could translate between them.<br />
<br />
Perhaps she did have power, for even as he looked at her, she sat up, the hood
of her cloak falling away, and stared at him in return. She said something,
then repeated it, and he drew in a great gulp of cold air in sheer
astonishment, then laughed.<br />
<br />
“I know what you said!” He wanted to kiss her, spots and all.<br />
<br />
He burst into a clumsy canter, dragging his peg leg a little and almost
tumbling onto her bed. She caught him by the shoulders and tried to steady him
but collapsed under his weight.<br />
<br />
They finished in an untidy heap on the pallet, with Elfrida hissing by his ear,
“Why have you done such a foolish thing as to burn all our fuel?”<br />
<br />
He rolled off her, knocked snow off his front and beard, and said in return,
“How did you know I would know the old speech, the old English?”<br />
<br />
“I dream true, and I dreamed this.” She was blushing, though not, he realized
quickly, from shyness.<br />
<br />
“Why burn so wildly?” she burst out, clearly furious. “You have wasted it! All
that good wood gone to ash!”<br />
<br />
“My men know my sign and will come now the storm has gone.” He had not expected
thanks or soft words, but he was not about to be scolded by this red-haired
nag.<br />
<br />
“That is your plan, Sir Magnus? To burn half the forest to alert your troops?”<br />
<br />
“A wiser plan than yours, madam, setting yourself as bait. Or had your village
left you hanging there, perhaps to nag the beast to death?”<br />
<br />
Her face turned as scarlet as the fire. “So says any witless fool! ’Tis too
easy a charge men make against women, any woman who thinks and acts for herself.
And no man orders me!”<br />
<br />
Magnus swallowed the snort of laughter filling up his throat. He doubted she
saw any amusement in their finally being able to speak to each other only to
quarrel. Had she been a man or a lad, he would have knocked her into the snow,
then offered a drink of mead, but such rough fellowship was beyond him here.<br />
<br />
“And how would you have fought off any knave, or worse, that found you?” he
asked patiently. “You did not succeed with me.”<br />
<br />
“There are better ways to vanquish a male than brute force. I knew what I was
about!”<br />
<br />
“Truly? You were biding your time? And the pox makes you alluring?”<br />
<br />
“Says master gargoyle! My spots will pass!”<br />
<br />
“Or did you plan to scatter a few herbs, perhaps?”<br />
<br />
He thought he heard her clash her teeth together. “I did not plan my sickness,
and I do not share my secrets! Had you not snatched me away, had you not
interfered, I would know where the monster lives. I would have found my sister!
I would be with her!” Her voice hitched, and a look of pain and dread crossed
her face. “We would be together. Whatever happens, I would be with her.”<br />
<br />
“This was Christina?”<br />
<br />
“Is Christina, not was, never was! I know she lives!”<br />
<br />
Magnus merely nodded, his temper cooling rapidly as he marked how her color had
changed and her body shook. A desperate trap to recover a much-loved sister
excused everything, to his way of thinking.<br />
<br />
<i>She called you a gargoyle</i>! This piqued his vanity and pride.<br />
<br />
But she does not think you the monster, Magnus reminded himself in a dazzled,
shocked wonder, embracing that knowledge like a lover.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Published
August 15<sup>th</sup> by Prairie Rose Publications<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">FREE to
read with Kindle Umlinted.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“How are the
spots? Itching yet?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">Elfrida gave
a faint shudder. “Do not remind me.” Since stirring, she had been aware of her
whole body tickling and burning. Mark’s idea of rolling in the snow might not
be so bad.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“Walter told
me that the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">village</st1:placetype>
of <st1:placename w:st="on">Great Yarr</st1:placename></st1:place> has a
bathhouse. Bathing in oatmeal will help you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">She did not
say that the village could afford to spare no foodstuffs and would not be
distracted. She had tried to rush off in pursuit of the monster before and
gained nothing, so now she would gather her strength and learn before she
moved. “What did you call the beast? <st1:place w:st="on">Forest</st1:place>
Grendel? Is it known he lives in the forest?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">Magnus shook
his head. “It is not known, but I do not think so now, or at least not
outdoors. I have hunted wolf’s heads who have been outlawed and fled into
woodland, and they always have camps and dens and food caches within the
forest. I have found none of those hereabouts.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“My dowsing
caught no sign of any lair of his,” Elfrida agreed. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">Magnus
leaned forward, bracing himself with his injured arm. Elfrida forced herself
not to stare at his stump, but to listen to him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“Do you
sense anything?” he asked softly. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“The night
you came, I felt something approach.” She frowned, trying to put into words
feelings and impressions that were as elusive as smoke. “A great purpose,” she
said. “A need and urgent desire.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">Now Magnus
was frowning. “Have you a charm or magic that will help?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“Do you
think I have not tried magic, charms, and incantations? My craft is not like a
sword fight, where the blades are always true. If God does not will it—”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“I have been
in enough fights where swords break.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“Are your
men good trackers?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“They would
not be with me, else.” If Magnus was startled by her determination to talk only
of the beast, he gave no sign. “Tell me of your sister and her habits. Did she
keep to the same paths and same tasks each day?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“Yes and
yes, but what else did Walter say? The old men have told me nothing!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“No, they do
not want the womenfolk to know anything, even you, I fear.” His kind eyes
gleamed, as if he enjoyed her discomfiture. He had a small golden cross in his
right eye, she noticed, shining amidst the warm brown.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">A sparkle
for the lasses, eh, Magnus?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">To her
further discomfiture, she realized he had asked her something. “Say again,
please?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“Would you
like some food to go with your mead? There are the remains of mutton, dates and
ginger, wine and mead and honey.” His brown eyes gleamed. “My men found it in
the clearing where I found you. The mutton has been a bit chewed, but the rest
is palatable, I think.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“It is
drugged!” Elfrida burst out. “I put”—she could not think of the old word and
used her own language instead—“I put a sleeping draft in the wedding cakes and
all.” She seized his arm, not caring that it was the one with the missing hand.
“Do not eat it!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“Sleeping
draft?” He used her own words.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">She yawned
and feigned sleep, startled when he started to laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; punctuation-wrap: simple; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">“A wedding
feast to send the groom to sleep! I like it!” He chuckled again and opened his
left hand, where, to Elfrida’s horror, there was one of her own small wedding
cakes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Published
August 15<sup>th</sup> by Prairie Rose Publications<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">FREE to
read with Kindle Unlimited.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">To buy on
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Author Bio<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Lindsay
Townsend lives in Yorkshire, where she was born, and started writing stories at
an early age. Always a voracious reader, she took a degree in medieval history
and worked in a library for a while, then began to write full-time after
marriage.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She is
fascinated by the medieval and ancient world, especially medieval Britain,
where she set her full length medieval romance novels A Knight's Vow, A
Knight's Captive, A Knight's Enchantment and A Knight’s Prize, (first published
by Kensington Zebra, now re-issued) and also<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The Snow Bride, A Summer Bewitchment, and several novellas. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lindsay is also intrigued by ancient Rome,
Egypt, and Britain. Flavia’s Secret, a historical romance set in Roman Britain,
was followed by two more ancient world historical romances, Blue Gold, set in
ancient Egypt, and Bronze Lightning, set in Bronze Age Greece and the Ancient Britain
of Stonehenge. All these ancient world historicals are just 99cents or 99p.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">When not
writing or researching her books, she enjoys walking, reading, cooking, music,
going out with friends and long languid baths with scented candles (and perhaps
chocolate).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Author page
on Amazon </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Lindsay-Townsend/e/B000API55C/">https://www.amazon.com/Lindsay-Townsend/e/B000API55C/</a><o:p></o:p></p>
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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?</i></span></span><span style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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Another wants to kill me!</b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Life in London as a butcher girl was hard enough, but when my best friend Denny went missing it became miserable. Stumbling into the Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order while searching for him was like a breath of fresh air. Especially because handsome, sophisticated Aimery promised to help me.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>But Aimery’s friend Ryle wanted in on the action. My head was spinning, my body reacting to theirs whenever they were around. But I had questions: What was their obsession with my rare blood type? How did they always appear when I needed them? And how old were they?</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Learning the truth brought new fears and delights. They could take me higher than I’d ever gone before, show me pleasures I’d never imagined and were prepared to kill to protect me. Being mortal had never been so much fun—or so deliciously dangerous.</i></span></div></div></div>Lily Harlemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09273634704497875472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-44832630009022180652023-09-29T10:20:00.001+01:002023-09-29T10:20:41.365+01:00Sweet, Feel-Good Christmas Romance, "Sir Conrad and the Christmas Treasure." <p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSp-DfOByPx-nYDSceIxS_VTqSqExoXgUWqvbLnNsS5rB_cvL28gZZxBjYkf4GUDxQPTPadjHO1nHLs1lOt7vx5TFdhp51XMNlSio2BK4Jwd9-pTRMilCR9yj7zGXbmQdt2f0laTvtvfuL0T9WWVsMyzcWIwPizuELWAeJZr4Y9VeQNwfRoDI8ndjo593x/s600/Sir%20Conrad%20and%20the%20Christmas%20%20%20Treasure%20L%20Townsend%20Web%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSp-DfOByPx-nYDSceIxS_VTqSqExoXgUWqvbLnNsS5rB_cvL28gZZxBjYkf4GUDxQPTPadjHO1nHLs1lOt7vx5TFdhp51XMNlSio2BK4Jwd9-pTRMilCR9yj7zGXbmQdt2f0laTvtvfuL0T9WWVsMyzcWIwPizuELWAeJZr4Y9VeQNwfRoDI8ndjo593x/s320/Sir%20Conrad%20and%20the%20Christmas%20%20%20Treasure%20L%20Townsend%20Web%20(1).jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Fancy a feel-good, sweet romance for a Christmas Read as the nights draw in? My sweet medieval historical romance, "Sir Conrad and the Christmas Treasure" is out as a Kindle, a Paperback and now as a Large Print. The Large Print version is coming out on December 1st as a perfect Christmas Read and Christmas Gift.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><b>KindleVersion </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f7f0e9; color: #4b6320; font-size: 14.3px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f7f0e9; color: #4b6320; font-size: 14.3px; text-align: left;">USA</span><span face="Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f7f0e9; color: #4b6320; font-size: 14.3px; text-align: left;"> </span><a href="https://amazon.com/gp/product/B07KW6K5RL/" style="color: #4d7307; font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.3px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;">https://amazon.com/gp/product/B07KW6K5RL/</a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f7f0e9; color: #4b6320; font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.3px; height: 40.0312px; line-height: 1.4em; margin: 0px; overflow: visible;"><span style="font-size: 14.3px;"> UK</span><span style="font-size: 14.3px;"> </span><a href="https://amazon.co.uk/dp/B07KW6K5RL/" style="color: #6a9718; font-size: 14.3px; font-weight: bold;">https://amazon.co.uk/dp/B07KW6K5RL/</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f7f0e9; color: #4b6320; font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.3px; height: 20.0156px; line-height: 1.4em; margin: 0px; overflow: visible;"><o:p></o:p></p><div><div><b>Large Print Version:</b></div><div><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxykdt3ffFbquhYNEJEbZJJs27V2Vyyu-5j5xG4DuswAcrJCuyKc8obl2Ur_Oyq6phFUxfiAAhdh9kYjepl_99FQH96cDhrd7UqCIdDbZ_aJ_PKGP0CvfG-ObFbrKpCnPjB7VI2ndcexd1Dh6RrcjnQ9efT6HmSDjao2vrVHoELb0Rhk60ABrP5UileWk/s500/9781444851861%20sir%20conrad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="339" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxykdt3ffFbquhYNEJEbZJJs27V2Vyyu-5j5xG4DuswAcrJCuyKc8obl2Ur_Oyq6phFUxfiAAhdh9kYjepl_99FQH96cDhrd7UqCIdDbZ_aJ_PKGP0CvfG-ObFbrKpCnPjB7VI2ndcexd1Dh6RrcjnQ9efT6HmSDjao2vrVHoELb0Rhk60ABrP5UileWk/w434-h640/9781444851861%20sir%20conrad.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Large Print Version:</b></div><div><br /></div><div>England, 1192. When Maggie’s brother Michael is kidnapped by outlaws, she appeals to the grim Sir Conrad for help. The first time he sees her, Conrad is overwhelmed by Maggie’s beauty and courage. Yet what will it cost him to aid this peasant girl, who seems strangely familiar? Working together to find Michael, Maggie and Conrad discover more about each other – but some knowledge is dangerous. As Christmas approaches, will their love prevail?</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://thereadinghouse.co.uk/books/fiction/historical-romance/sir-conrad-and-the-christmas-treasure-large-print-paperback/">Pre-Order from</a> <a href="https://thereadinghouse.co.uk/books/fiction/historical-romance/sir-conrad-and-the-christmas-treasure-large-print-paperback/">The Reading House. </a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Conrad-Christmas-Treasure-Lindsay-Townsend/dp/1444851861/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3CDG0HHDENVN4&keywords=sir+conrad+and+the+christmas+Treasure+Large+Print&qid=1695818361&s=books&sprefix=sir+conrad+and+the+christmas+treasure+large+print%2Cstripbooks%2C157&sr=1-1">Pre-Order from Amazon Co UK</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.ulverscroft.com/store/uk/search/Sir%20Conrad%20and%20the%20Christmas%20Treasure">Pre-Order from Linford Large Print </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZIULuaDjbGHYSxlAEMGkqGcFwLw8IhWh5zlbI4KhAC8sQf7hodM1aiATJvV1JBCwPmb3RZWpKM3NB5gP9a3eeE52PUGT8M8UVEv_k5438v7DW0VCHAWlNFHMNeZCAi2fAuKHhYb4kpTKIEF7ryVkxPuv6lMvw__9UnuJ6n0xasnBec5B-yijBJ0iQgHA/s500/9781444851861%20sir%20conrad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="339" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZIULuaDjbGHYSxlAEMGkqGcFwLw8IhWh5zlbI4KhAC8sQf7hodM1aiATJvV1JBCwPmb3RZWpKM3NB5gP9a3eeE52PUGT8M8UVEv_k5438v7DW0VCHAWlNFHMNeZCAi2fAuKHhYb4kpTKIEF7ryVkxPuv6lMvw__9UnuJ6n0xasnBec5B-yijBJ0iQgHA/w434-h640/9781444851861%20sir%20conrad.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lindsay Townsend </div>Lindsay Townsendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513558547686982857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-87635481587346732982023-08-01T10:35:00.000+01:002023-08-01T10:35:03.922+01:00Celebrate Summer with the Medieval Romance "A Summer Bewitchment".<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Celebrate
Summer with Medieval Romance!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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barred her way. </span><span style="color: #1b95e0; font-family: "Segoe UI","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">#KU</span><span style="color: #0f1419; font-family: "Segoe UI","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="color: #1b95e0; font-family: "Segoe UI","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">#HistoricalRomance</span><span style="color: #0f1419; font-family: "Segoe UI","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> #MedievalHistoricalRomance<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 24.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A SUMMER BEWITCHMENT<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The Knight and the Witch 2<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">LINDSAY TOWNSEND<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Copyright © 2013<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Chapter 1<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">England,
summer, 1132<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I am the troll king of this land
and you owe me a forfeit.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Elfrida glanced behind the shadowed
figure who barred her way. He was alone, but then so was she. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Do
I turn and run along the track? Should I flee into the woods or back to the
river? He is close, less than the distance of the cast of a spear. Can I make
it hard for him to catch me? Yes.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">But catch her he would.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Play
for time. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Indeed?” she asked, using one of
her husband’s favorite expressions, then sharpened her tone. “Why must I pay
anything?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You have trespassed in these woods.
In my woods.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The nagging ache in her shoulders
and hands vanished in a tingling rush of anticipation. Elfrida dropped her
basket of washed, dried clothes onto the dusty pathway, the better to fight.
“King Henry is lord of England.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I am king here.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A point to him. “I kept to the path,
and then the river.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“That may be so, but I claim a
kiss.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He had not moved yet, nor shown his
face. The summer evening made his shadow huge, bloody. Her heart beating harder
as she anticipated their final, delicious encounter, Elfrida asked, “Are you so
bold? My husband is a mighty warrior, the greatest in all Christendom.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“That is a large claim.” He sounded
amused. “All Christendom? He must be a splendid fellow. The harpers should sing
of him.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Elfrida raised her chin, determined
to have her say. “I am proud of my lord. He is a crusader. He has seen
Jerusalem and he has learning. He can whistle any tune. He defends all those
weaker than himself.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Should I say what I
next want to say? Tease him as he has teased me? Why not? Are we are not
playing?</i> “Go back to your woods, troll king.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She heard the crack of a pine cone
as he shifted. In a haze of motion the troll king was out of the tree shade and
into the bright sunset, dominating the path in front of her. Taller than a
spear, broad as a door, he had a face as stark as granite, of weathered, broken
stone. Heavily scarred—<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">many would say
grooved</i>—he had the terrible beauty of a victor, a winner wounded but
unbowed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A ribbon of heat, like hot breath,
flickered across her breasts. He was so magnificent , so handsome. She both
loved and hated defying him, even in jest. Striving for calm, she said, “You
will come no closer.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Or what, little laundress?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That tease irked her. “The clothes
and bedding do not wash themselves. Not even for you, troll king.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He smiled, a daunting unfurling of
that scarred, sword-cut face. The churning heat in her belly swept up into her
cheeks and down to her loins.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I am a witch, besides,” she added,
though not as coolly as she would have liked. She saw the gleam in his large
brown eyes pool into molten bronze.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You would put a spell on me,
elfling?” he challenged.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Perhaps I already have.” Her tone
and mouth were as dry as the summer. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">How
much farther can we stretch this sweet foolishness?<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He raised thick black eyebrows,
while a breeze flicked and flirted with his shoulder-length curls. “Is that
Christian?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She wanted to cross her arms before
herself, to shield her body from his bold stare. At the same time she longed to
strip herself naked for him, unlace his tunic and caress him. Unsure how he
might react, she armed herself with words instead. “I am a good witch, Magnus.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Indeed.” Again he looked her up and
down, glanced at her buckets, basket, and clothes. “Should you not have an
escort, wife?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Do
I tell him I sent Piers off to help? Are we still playing now or is he truly
angry?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Looming over her, he was close
enough for her to touch him. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">To caress
his strong body will be like stroking sun-warmed stone. </i>Distracted, she
shook her head. “There is the sheep shearing…”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Done.” He tossed a stack of rolled,
lanolin-scented fleeces at her feet. “I did my share and more and, as I have
said already, I claim a reward.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He winked at her and she found
herself smiling in return. “Forfeit and reward, too, sire? Is that not greedy?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Are we in Lent, that I should
fast?” He raised his hand, cupping her face with supple fingers. “But you are
too dainty to linger alone, witch or no.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He traced the curve of her lips with
his thumb and, as she trembled, he gathered her firmly into his arms. “Any man
will try to spirit you away.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Hush!” She made a sign against the
evil eye and wood elves, but he shook his head at her caution. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I have faith in your magic craft,
Elfrida. But a passing knave or outlaw? He is quite another matter. He would
see you as a tempting piece, my wife, my lovely.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I am not helpless,” she protested,
but her heart soared at his loving words. His mouth, as crooked and scarred as
the rest of his face, stole a kiss from hers.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He smelled of lanolin, salt, and
summer green-stuff, and tasted of apples and himself. Elfrida closed her eyes
under his tender onslaught, her thighs trembling.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Troll King?” she murmured, when
they broke apart slightly. “Is that how you wish me to address you in the
future, husband?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“‘Sire’ will do, or ‘greatest knight
in Christendom.’ Those will do very well.” He kissed her again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You rob me, sire,” she murmured, a
breathless space later.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Of kisses?” He sounded delighted at
the idea, the beast, and grinned when she pinched him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Even one-handed I can do that
better than you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He demonstrated, squeezing and
lightly slapping her bottom, chuckling as she thrust her hips back against his
fondling fingers. A shred of modesty remained as her wits dissolved into a
sweet blaze of need. “Magnus, what if someone comes?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">* * * *<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Mark knows to keep them back.” Safe
in knowing his second in command would let no one disturb them for the rest of
the evening, Magnus sat down in the middle of the path and pulled his wife onto
his lap. She was pliant in his arms and as eager as himself, kissing his throat
and caressing his back while she murmured endearments in her own local dialect.
“Steady, lovely.” He stroked to soothe her, uncaring that such a tender act
made his desire more urgent. “Steady. We shall not be troubled by anyone, I promise.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Daily he thanked God for her, his
Elfrida. They had found each other two seasons back, striving and facing
countless dangers together to free three brides from a deadly necromancer. He
had watched her push herself to her limits and beyond for others and, even more
strange and terrible, had seen <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">her </i>protect
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">him</i> from spirits and curses. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Snug and close as she was to him
now, his fiery witch revealed another side to her nature, passionate and
sweetly submissive. She could dispute like a scholar from Bologna, argue any
point, but in bed with him, or sitting on his knee now on this dry woodland
path, her loving trust in him was absolute.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He kissed her narrow palms<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">,</b> marveling aloud how smooth they were,
in spite of her scrubbing clothes in the river all day.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“’Tis only a little charm and some
ointment I use.” She smiled at him. “But I regret, Magnus, that not even my
strongest magic can persuade a laundress to remain with us.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He knew that well enough and he knew
why. Of all the women in the world, only his Elfrida and a few others could
look beyond his mess of ugly sword scars, his missing hand and foot, and not be
afraid. Aside from a constant shortage of maids he no longer cared about his
looks, but to have his wife pound washing was another matter. “It is not
seemly.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Maybe so, husband, for a lady born
and bred, but I am a witch.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And
a peasant lass</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, her eyes added, though she was
wise enough not to say that. He disliked reminders of their difference in
class. To him it no longer mattered, indeed had never mattered. “You are my
wife,” he growled.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I am and proud of it. But see, you
helped with the sheep shearing today. Washing sheets and stuff is nothing I
have not done before. And now you and Mark and the rest are always clad in
clean linen and woolens. Do you remember the stinking heap of filthy clothes I
discovered at your manor when we first arrived?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Magnus knew he was losing this. “Let
me pay a laundress in gold.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She tugged on his chest hairs, a
tingling reproof. “And then our woman cook would be offended, and my own
spinning maid. They would demand more, and so would the male head cook and the
farrier.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He kissed her before she named every
servant in the place. “Can you not give me a philter to make me less ugly?” he
teased.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Hush, you.” She wormed a soft hand
through his tunic laces and touched his strongly beating heart, flesh against
flesh. “As I have said before, you are most handsome, especially from the
back.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She laughed up at him, her amber
eyes bright with mischief.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Have a care, or I might say the
same—and do more.” Cupping her backside again, he savored how her lashes
trembled and her face flushed in response to his caress. He spanked her lightly
on her nether curves and she wrapped her arms tight about his neck.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Magnus,” she breathed, snuggling
into the crook of his arm, clinging as he drew her scarlet skirt up her legs
and tucked it round her slender middle. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He could wait no longer. Aching,
hard and more than ready for her, he sank his fingers into her, finding her
warm and open and more than ready for him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Sir,” she whispered, as he rolled
her off his lap and onto her back, taking care her head was pillowed by the
sheepskins. Sinking into her was the greatest luxury in Christendom and having
her move with him an infinite pleasure. Feeling like a pagan storm god, he rode
and gloried in her, savoring her moans, her blushes, her growing heat and that
final long, harp-string-tight shudder of delight. Dimly he heard his own wild
shout as he plunged after her into a heart-hammering, thunderous release.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">* * * *<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“We should move,” Elfrida managed to
say, some uncounted time later. Languid, almost sinfully relaxed, she lounged
on top of her husband, wishing they could stay as they were. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Not yet,” grunted Magnus, trapping
her legs with one of his and hugging her. Matching her mood, he only opened his
eyes when she leaned up on him. “Watch those needle elbows, wife.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I need more of those.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Elbows?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Needles. Christina wants me to make
her some clothes.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“For her and her coming babe, no
doubt.” Magnus yawned and kissed her elbow. “Your sister and Walter are still
visiting for the midsummer?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Elfrida nodded. “Just after Saint
John’s day. Unless you do not wish it?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He shook his head, showing his
crooked smile. “Christina and her husband are always welcome at our house,
elfling.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Even
though she chatters endlessly of babies, as she once used to gossip about her
wedding-day</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. Magnus was too gracious a host to
admit that. For an instant he did seem about to say more, but then he tipped
her off him and rolled swiftly to his feet. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Get behind me,” he whispered. “We
are no longer alone.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How
did Magnus hear and sense that when I did not? True, he is a warrior and these
are his woods, yet I am the witch! Am I so transported and undone by our
lovemaking as to be half blind after? Should I be? Is that a fault? Has my
marriage diminished my powers of magic?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Faster than quicksilver the
questions rushed through her as Magnus stood and straightened, standing before
her as a shield. She reached out beyond him with her mind, seeing Mark dashing
along the track, the low sun glinting on his ginger hair. She heard his panting
breath, caught glimpses of his thoughts and understood his alarm.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She touched Magnus’s shoulder. “Mark
comes with news of strangers. Not knights or crusaders, pilgrims or travelers,
some others. One is a woman.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“A laundress?” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“A lady, I think,” Elfrida replied,
feeling as nervous as Mark looked. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A
lady! How do I greet her? Is the hall swept and clean? Is there enough food,
enough fine bread? </i>“She and her companion want your help. They will ask you
for it soon.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She tried to smile, but Magnus knew
her too well to be fooled by her calm words. Without taking his eyes from the
careering Mark, he reached behind himself and took her hand in his.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Our help, Lady Elfrida. Ask for one
of us and they will have the pair of us, yes?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“If the cause is just, for sure,
yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As she spoke, a sweet-sour taste
filled her mouth, as if she had bitten on a crab apple. Elfrida swallowed the
bitterness and checked her skirts, smoothing her clothes and ensuring her mass
of red hair was hidden beneath her veil. Wishing she was wearing something
better than her faded scarlet, she prepared to hear more.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>Lindsay Townsendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513558547686982857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-68400771161284651962023-02-22T10:50:00.001+00:002023-02-22T10:50:00.211+00:00Release day for LYON AT THE ALTAR - Steamy Regency Romance set in London (Also on KU)<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">The BIG DAY has finally arrived and sexy Viscount De-Wold has been unleashed into the world!</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><a href="https://books2read.com/u/mKNxNv" style="text-align: center;" target="_blank">LYON AT THE ALTAR</a></span><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">is part of THE LYON'S DEN connected world but perfectly fine as a standalone read - also on KU. </span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPi5gHOoUmTf5vr5-WKkx-zBkp_q5RAIrPG32-0upnVqsDsbBF_WCF99byk3G83d690TZnFJDnucbzGKhoJhJyp_0wgLopqyUGr88es_Q0Pwa3rkDbj3jpOIUSdJWxcLELFDZoyJe7jPDbYjn2chUhl-aYlwgxXh579fNOoDqKfONupWmbg8AeSQw/s2700/Lyon%20at%20the%20Altar%20%20high%20res.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPi5gHOoUmTf5vr5-WKkx-zBkp_q5RAIrPG32-0upnVqsDsbBF_WCF99byk3G83d690TZnFJDnucbzGKhoJhJyp_0wgLopqyUGr88es_Q0Pwa3rkDbj3jpOIUSdJWxcLELFDZoyJe7jPDbYjn2chUhl-aYlwgxXh579fNOoDqKfONupWmbg8AeSQw/w283-h425/Lyon%20at%20the%20Altar%20%20high%20res.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>ABOUT</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Miss Anna Toussaint’s first love is passionate, addictive and forbidden and leaves deep scars on her heart that can never be healed—or can they?</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">With a scandal in her past, a dark smear of shame, Miss Anna Toussaint finds herself in dire need of a husband and under the rather dubious wing of The Black Widow of Whitehall.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The Black Widow works in unconventional ways that only she understands and during an evening of twists and turns, intrigue and suspense Anna finds herself betrothed to a mysterious masked gentleman.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">At the altar a flick of a wrist sees his devilish mask removed and reveals the wickedly handsome viscount who'd allowed her to fall to rack and ruin at the same time as shattering her heart and soul.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And now she is his wife! Until death parts them!</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The entire situation is preposterous, shocking, unbelievable, except now she must take on the roles of Viscountess De-Wold and his lover.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Can a marriage that starts on the rocks ever rise above the waves? And can feelings long buried be allowed to burn brightly again?</span></i></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/mKNxNv" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0k4Z9hQ1mZsKllAR0Jj0YWv0xn5pfX6vDXd-IVr9YfuE4Yj8iLmh4Icg0wLwVhaRQSDau4T1JD5RAia5lVyHzy3x7NqJKFY0R_cK9eVfUDg2iBuk_oqNTbzoX7UKQoB8QC6NztOEel4TMdEtU-tjp90R3TRr5VM5NcRRznHkWEByilu43HQfvu3c/s1600/buy%20now.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div><br /></div><p></p>Lily Harlemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09273634704497875472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-6516072562936536792023-01-09T22:52:00.003+00:002023-01-09T22:52:51.723+00:00A New Year, New Books Fete @KMNBooks @nnlightbooksheaven<p> <span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xdj266r x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbgTXdrmFun_1iQdQljBpLt3WZYUJifjBP95R04hxjUDBDh2oYcCUI8u-XCpOwFJ9_2wYqo9CcaaKmTlShWNXMXhOD-bzFrk1Hdju6RaQZ3ntJ0hqCe9ys-sEkA8SvPaVYeRDPQLEb252WmI_ADXFei4All_7VbArkeyyGNaeLg6lNNgBybOGtrk/s1080/Karen%20Michelle%20Nutt%20NYNB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbgTXdrmFun_1iQdQljBpLt3WZYUJifjBP95R04hxjUDBDh2oYcCUI8u-XCpOwFJ9_2wYqo9CcaaKmTlShWNXMXhOD-bzFrk1Hdju6RaQZ3ntJ0hqCe9ys-sEkA8SvPaVYeRDPQLEb252WmI_ADXFei4All_7VbArkeyyGNaeLg6lNNgBybOGtrk/s320/Karen%20Michelle%20Nutt%20NYNB.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Calling all readers! It’s a brand new year and I’m ringing in 2023 with N. N. Light’s Book Heaven New Year New Books Fete. 24 books from multiple genres featured plus a chance to win a $75 Amazon gift card.</div></div><p></p><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_7h"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I’m thrilled to be a part of this event. My book, The Gryphon and His Thief, will be featured on Jan. 18, 2022. I even talk about my resolutions/goals for 2023. 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Of course you do, so dive into <a href="http://books2read.com/u/bwaRxO" target="_blank">MISTLETOE MENAGE</a> and be whisked away to a snowy English village where the snow might be settled outside but in the bedroom the storm is still wild! </span></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://books2read.com/u/bwaRxO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="158" data-original-width="320" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqEpRmldDtDbkg67BrbMM6olKJQxSiNfUvGJXXWNSDzOdpt1k856Fc6Xv1XqfNarm-Lcy-hu4QipRlR7Bo5MMcIiQ0h0QoJIIr2MCly0HOSa3_8hzegRxsU6bOmY9wHECIDcNAMLI6Amcdd0S1iTJkww__X4PKfr3sIn-Fm5C2xdg7sidzBZnJRE/s1600/images.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">ABOUT</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>The winter days might be frosty, but a new guy in town is sure to heat up Father Nicholas and Dr. Zach!</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>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.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>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?</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>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.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>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?</i></span></div></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Lily Harlemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09273634704497875472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-4619722918114783522022-12-20T09:07:00.001+00:002022-12-20T09:07:00.263+00:00Take a Festive Trip to the Cotswolds with COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES<p> </p><h2 style="text-align: center;">If you're looking for something sweet, kinky and festive look no further. <a href="http://books2read.com/u/m2vwK6" target="_blank">COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES </a>will tick all your boxes as shy little virgin Ashley comes out of her shell when she meets cool, popular and downright sex-on-legs hunk Shane Galloway.</h2><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://books2read.com/u/m2vwK6" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="8192" data-original-width="5120" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2alNWHL0hKyw1EqlZ1UlYGbq79axBdQCOAxE7ygh5pSzz7sTcSVyCPobA24DM44HEwmv6j3aDOlDdjYKaFQ2BogifnTKqyvXEWpzeeYZM8f_OVQgQ5lz2xvUzeH1ThQoUTeMfRzEMs3O-L_jKFDCQpTqrp2YWhfaAJYAt97IM1s-WktJvGq2iAU/w273-h436/NEWCNHB_x4.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">ABOUT</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>That special someone is always worth the wait! </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night. Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://books2read.com/u/m2vwK6" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="158" data-original-width="320" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1D7c3x3btwWvNNF1wK1cCOcW25qouHcLRtcOiXyXabRqrgM6Un0_vtbYJ3FYWCCNkhfF2A6zo3xBHb0GaNYQ818FdQmfVEWQ8nEZbOcr2YIKovSQ_mAtumCAugHYidF9dYXEiFYl2-JawLh8drNscfx1ABxjVHkc0IaNTIk65wIW_kCO7n3GTsAU/s1600/images.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div></div>Lily Harlemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09273634704497875472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-62117544235685049002022-11-26T09:00:00.001+00:002022-11-26T09:00:00.228+00:00A SCANDALOUS SEDUCTION - Coming Soon<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32iCDJIUq5m7NSv9MpLnowvw1-7mTu_qWt8RQm1b1b6YwNl8A5M4FFJprj1OjsxF6mFKB6nopT4LERXSVh6Q1ESsPpOjM0JLAKkUOpcR-I4aqcNlPck1kuUv7DipQlFDVFJehzaiEGLDJD11KSXsEGXhS3ClXtzPO_e3hPeRBTuIHoaY4MdwIjTc/s940/Your%20paragraph%20text-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32iCDJIUq5m7NSv9MpLnowvw1-7mTu_qWt8RQm1b1b6YwNl8A5M4FFJprj1OjsxF6mFKB6nopT4LERXSVh6Q1ESsPpOjM0JLAKkUOpcR-I4aqcNlPck1kuUv7DipQlFDVFJehzaiEGLDJD11KSXsEGXhS3ClXtzPO_e3hPeRBTuIHoaY4MdwIjTc/w444-h372/Your%20paragraph%20text-2.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">I'm excited to announce that you can pre-order your copy of A SCANDALOUS SEDUCTION and be one of the very first to meet the sometimes surly, always sexy, kilt-wearing hunk The Duke of Kilead.</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPh7z9r5Sy48KjdkG1DYItAvcAJTgwvDBNmCNVnGGzYUH7jE-ltLR_Kb2kbTaDlIRBzgkx7PLrBb8Bcre5WZp7QwMKXKob0bVtgEJH6a9ERHkqxXgSit_cwsme5F_tI0jiwkIlZB3Ao_awgujLGDKhCKOlZfSJd4lAV4xE24eE5IHhn-9dnnM/s320/305272057_413480427484138_3816836541993268545_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 100%px;"><tbody><tr><td style="padding: 6.75pt 0cm 0cm;" valign="top"><table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-left: -2.25pt; margin-right: -2.25pt; width: 100%px;"><tbody><tr><td style="padding: 0cm; width: 450pt;" valign="top" width="600"><table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 100%px;"><tbody><tr><td style="padding: 0cm 13.5pt 6.75pt;" valign="top"><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin: 7.5pt 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">In <strong><i>The Soldier’s Daughter</i></strong>, Evie lives close to the made-up village of Lylston, which I located north of the real market town of Bingley and set between the higher villages of Micklethwaite and East Morton, leading up to the Ilkley Moor area. </span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin: 7.5pt 0cm; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">Like many towns in the West Riding of Yorkshire, Bingley prospered during the </span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><a href="https://boldwoodbooks.us20.list-manage.com/track/click?u=d723a383099c0efdd02c56930&id=d7ebff4477&e=3bdbe5560b" style="text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="color: black;">Industrial Revolution</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">. The Bingley section of the </span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><a href="https://boldwoodbooks.us20.list-manage.com/track/click?u=d723a383099c0efdd02c56930&id=2bebdea0a5&e=3bdbe5560b" style="text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="color: black;">Leeds and Liverpool Canal</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> was completed in 1774, linking the town with </span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><a href="https://boldwoodbooks.us20.list-manage.com/track/click?u=d723a383099c0efdd02c56930&id=eb5529df6f&e=3bdbe5560b" style="text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="color: black;">Skipton</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">, and </span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><a href="https://boldwoodbooks.us20.list-manage.com/track/click?u=d723a383099c0efdd02c56930&id=0ea8eae5d4&e=3bdbe5560b" style="text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="color: black;">Bradford</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> via the </span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><a href="https://boldwoodbooks.us20.list-manage.com/track/click?u=d723a383099c0efdd02c56930&id=e698d4da4b&e=3bdbe5560b" style="text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="color: black;">Bradford Canal</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">. The canal passes through the town centre and ascends the side of the valley via the </span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><a href="https://boldwoodbooks.us20.list-manage.com/track/click?u=d723a383099c0efdd02c56930&id=18444e48f5&e=3bdbe5560b" style="text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="color: black;">Bingley Five Rise</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> and </span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><a href="https://boldwoodbooks.us20.list-manage.com/track/click?u=d723a383099c0efdd02c56930&id=55284ae5d3&e=3bdbe5560b" style="text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="color: black;">Bingley Three Rise Locks</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">. Several woollen and worsted mills were built and people migrated from the surrounding countryside to work in them. Alexander’s mill is located in the valley between the Leeds and Liverpool Canal and the River Aire.</span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin: 7.5pt 0cm; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><img alt="Map
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Description automatically generated" border="0" height="190" id="_x0000_i1027" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/ETRMHtKC5fgQtlP6gVIBrW2mjVVD5zNBGqoVJh-ff3FrZRPhPAKpRzzDDmqM0Xhke_8gmTwTHfQ2563kXkvr8GQI9gwGOJbjfzcyvw6IEYfIk5tnjRQBYUxTnwarHcGWmVd5BE2j2eXTFf6AZ0ivYwlJvWf9G0lI_FuhcZHFTEMT03OwsvIwQUlj1-VB5nzhZK8jFQ" style="border-width: 0in; height: auto; outline: none;" width="346" /></span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin: 7.5pt 0cm; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">A view from the moors overlooking the valley. Something Evie would have seen when she left her home.</span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin: 7.5pt 0cm; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><img border="0" height="228" id="_x0000_i1028" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/QI_XyPOUOuqFX-086RSaIDK1h6TbxStkOO3-KEdmjGaYPGnouIHd2oYCjyZwYV8e7mEkew09rZqoFwC6kMUFWz11ddx5SPVKZd0rg6DFcGta75KCzRlUpiNntBZcV6FVS8R_kg2cRZLKKZB5hUoJD6KDbXf0H0avojFzdHebkfxILbNpIubgoA4R_IuPxGEqOH6eKA" style="border-width: 0in; height: auto; outline: none;" width="623" /></span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin: 7.5pt 0cm; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">A glimpse of Bingley in the valley.</span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin: 7.5pt 0cm; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;">In Victorian times, Bingley was a hive of industry and a main route through the Aire Valley. Below are two photos I used as inspiration for when Evie is in the town, especially when she secretly meets Hal down the lane beside the pub and Alexander sees her but she denies it when he confronts her.</span><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin: 7.5pt 0cm; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><span style="font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> <img alt="A horse and buggy on a street
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But Evie is struggling. With her dearest mother gone, Yorkshire with its cold, damp countryside and strict societal rules makes Evie feel suffocated and alone.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Her friendship with Sophie Bellingham, the gently reared daughter of a wealthy rail baron, is Evie’s only comfort. Until the arrival of local cotton mill owner, Alexander Lucas.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Newly returned from America, it is expected Alexander will marry and finally make England his home. And Sophie with her family connections and polite manners is the obvious choice.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />But when Alexander meets Evie, a simmering passion ignites between them. Evie, with her rebellious spirit is like no other woman Alex has ever met, but to reject Sophie for Evie would cause a scandal and devastate everyone Evie loves.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Evie knows she must do her duty. But in doing so faces the unbearable future of being without the man she loves.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;">Available now on Amazon: <a href="http://getbook.at/thesoldiersdaughter">http://getbook.at/thesoldiersdaughter</a></p></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table>AnneMarie Brearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12913093174855808979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-58246816928753970632022-07-25T02:29:00.001+01:002022-07-25T02:29:02.902+01:0099c Sale!<p> </p><h5>The Orphan in the Peacock Shawl is on sale for 99c on Amazon USA.<br /><o:p></o:p></h5><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">“The writing is vivid and gripping!”<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Annabelle can’t hide forever from the wealthy Hartley family, but can she give up the baby she loves? </span></b><span lang="EN-US">#historicalfiction #historicalromance #Victorianromance #bestseller<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;">Amazon: <a href="http://getbook.at/OrphanPeacockShawl">http://getbook.at/OrphanPeacockShawl</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwbZWVkeRV8rs4CmRH9z4AhyaIfNFtyEVVbi1-l7WUUlZp2NI5GjMbxGH_LePqTmXhTmbPHPyqNsGyNolzZiZMYs5a3Novq4SHcPiLT0vJF1y2fEJ-yAPuOmvFb1ojrMWsdfZVmmXSt77RjlqGY3GgHx6kJkHSlBMgKmtGudslBbhGxLw5XSUaCUvrg/s1200/BookBrushImage-2022-7-22-10-3537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwbZWVkeRV8rs4CmRH9z4AhyaIfNFtyEVVbi1-l7WUUlZp2NI5GjMbxGH_LePqTmXhTmbPHPyqNsGyNolzZiZMYs5a3Novq4SHcPiLT0vJF1y2fEJ-yAPuOmvFb1ojrMWsdfZVmmXSt77RjlqGY3GgHx6kJkHSlBMgKmtGudslBbhGxLw5XSUaCUvrg/w640-h334/BookBrushImage-2022-7-22-10-3537.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><br /></p>AnneMarie Brearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12913093174855808979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-37659345198717788422022-03-17T07:57:00.001+00:002022-03-17T07:57:00.228+00:00Happy St Patrick's Day!<p style="text-align: right;"> </p><br /><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Want some sexy Irish in your life, check out these titles either set in Ireland or with Irish heroes.</span></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/mddJvW" target="_blank">TAKE ME</a> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://mybook.to/RoughnTough" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">ROUGH 'N' TOUGH </span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/4jPJR2" target="_blank">CANDY CANES AND COAL DUST</a> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "PT Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;"><h1 class="entry-title" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 30px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 10px; text-size-adjust: 100%; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;">DIARIES AND JOURNALS BY ANNEMARIE BREAR</h1><p class="post-meta" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 6px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 15px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="published" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">Jan 27, 2022</span> | <a href="https://www.boldwoodbooks.com/category/uncategorized/" rel="category tag" style="background: transparent; 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border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;"></div></div></span></div><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">I collect Victorian diaries and journals, written mainly by women who have arrived in Australia after leaving England, but also by women born in colonial Australia. These diaries are brilliant when I’m writing a story set in colonial Australia and they give me an insight to how they lived and what was happening in the world around them at that time. From their personal entries, we can learn what was important to them, their daily routine, their views and opinions. They can also lift some of those myths we in the modern world tend to think as true.</p><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">Below are some pages from a selected few of my diaries, which may show why I adore them so much.</p><p class="p1" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">This page is from The Letters of Rachel Henning. A genteel lady who left England and ventured to Colonial Australia to join her brother who was farming out there. It’s a fascinating account of her life and full of details about those times.</p><p class="p1" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-129966 aligncenter" height="300" loading="lazy" src="https://www.boldwoodbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/01/Picture-4-225x300.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; display: block; height: auto; margin: 0px auto; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;" width="225" /></p><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">I also have a few diaries, or collections of letters written during the First World War, which is another favourite era for me to write.</p><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-129967 aligncenter" height="225" loading="lazy" src="https://www.boldwoodbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/01/Picture-5-300x225.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; display: block; height: auto; margin: 0px auto; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;" width="300" /></p><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">Below is an example from the book, Unknown Warriors, The Letters of Kate Luard, RRC and BAR Nursing Sister in France 1914-1918.</p><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">Kate Luard is one of those unsung heroines of the war. A dedicated nursing sister who went to the front line to give aid to the wounded. Her letters are fascinating, harrowing, tragic but filled with such devotion and commitment.</p><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-129968 aligncenter" height="300" loading="lazy" src="https://www.boldwoodbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/01/Picture-6-226x300.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; display: block; height: auto; margin: 0px auto; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;" width="226" /></p><p class="p1" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">Below is a page from The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady. A lovely diary of a naturalist’s world in 1906 written by English lady, Edith Holden.</p><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-129969 aligncenter" height="300" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 226px) 100vw, 226px" src="https://www.boldwoodbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/01/Picture-7-226x300.jpg" srcset="https://www.boldwoodbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/01/Picture-7-226x300.jpg 226w, https://www.boldwoodbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/01/Picture-7.jpg 440w" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; display: block; height: auto; margin: 0px auto; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;" width="226" /></p><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">Get your copy of <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">The Orphan in the Peacock</em> shawl below:</p><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">🇬🇧 <a href="https://amzn.to/3rRa15H" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #ee7556; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">https://amzn.to/3rRa15H</a></p><p style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">🇺🇸 <a href="https://amzn.to/3IFfymy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #ee7556; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;">https://amzn.to/3IFfymy</a></p></div>AnneMarie Brearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12913093174855808979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-8040160672185401262021-12-07T06:57:00.001+00:002021-12-07T06:57:00.251+00:00NEW GAY ROMANCE RELEASES TODAY!<p> </p><h2 style="text-align: center;"> I'm so excited, today is the day, my festive MMM, <a href="https://books2read.com/u/bwaRxO " target="_blank">MISTLETOE MENAGE</a> hits the shelves. Set in a pretty fictional market town in England it's sure to heat up cold nights. Whoot, enjoy!</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmXD7_l8mR_SkI4tIGFQsVneltweTdR9814xejaLoV-zRDc-eAPgzAX4EytrJYYJ18yck8ecRix_Zp41OlZrb6XOoSqMHbLaeThyphenhyphenadHzBEmo6jwWJUIeavq6aL22W8TGoyZQIZzQ8Qzo/s720/MistletoeMenage-1.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="450" height="541" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmXD7_l8mR_SkI4tIGFQsVneltweTdR9814xejaLoV-zRDc-eAPgzAX4EytrJYYJ18yck8ecRix_Zp41OlZrb6XOoSqMHbLaeThyphenhyphenadHzBEmo6jwWJUIeavq6aL22W8TGoyZQIZzQ8Qzo/w338-h541/MistletoeMenage-1.gif" width="338" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>The winter days might be frosty, but a new guy in town is sure to heat up Father Nicholas and Dr. Zach!</b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>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.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>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?</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>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.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>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?</i></span></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/bwaRxO " style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="158" data-original-width="320" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6zwKgcqIFKsqIooFw-q87kIxGEhD7Td4520NnTWMdLS7cNpqVVzj7TQ08ZHuUcp14U72iptzfmvCYhP5WL3riqhEqeF4cqArXrV3j4DPy80PySBb7QYvkHVd7Hr6kuGPuG_4CmIduV8/s0/images.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Lily Harlemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09273634704497875472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-1471105275527528222021-11-04T04:12:00.004+00:002021-11-04T04:12:36.307+00:00New book 2022!<p> <b style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Orphan in the Peacock Shawl </span></b><b style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Preorder! Out Jan 2022! Available in ebook, paperback, audio and libraries large print.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Annabelle can’t hide forever from the wealthy Hartley family, but can she give up the baby she loves? </span></b><span lang="EN-US">#historicalfiction #historicalsaga #YorkUK #Yorkshire #saga #Victorian #familydrama<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><a href="http://getbook.at/OrphanPeacockShawl"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">http://getbook.at/OrphanPeacockShawl</span></b></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYYK0ikM6A6T06AEOYUB6-sePLFb2FShsBeJCBy2QEaiHBJ790A5yG6nCnfL12uG9WBsLgiwIfuRCiUBLx01PtYKm5dOLf2OtP1Gn-LEksn7i0Ek_WaHqJpAoEivzYVbglLjzZp6y1fEg/s1080/3.The+Orphan+in+the+Peacock+Shawl.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYYK0ikM6A6T06AEOYUB6-sePLFb2FShsBeJCBy2QEaiHBJ790A5yG6nCnfL12uG9WBsLgiwIfuRCiUBLx01PtYKm5dOLf2OtP1Gn-LEksn7i0Ek_WaHqJpAoEivzYVbglLjzZp6y1fEg/w640-h640/3.The+Orphan+in+the+Peacock+Shawl.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><br /></p>AnneMarie Brearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12913093174855808979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-37040448475188267202021-07-26T00:38:00.006+01:002021-07-26T00:38:50.875+01:00The Market Stall Girl Amazon UK 99p July only. <p> <b style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">The Market Stall Girl Amazon UK 99p July only.</span></b></p><p class="MsoBodyText2">Will Beth and Noah find the happiness they wish for or will overwhelming events break them apart?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;">Amazon: <a href="http://mybook.to/TheMarketStallGirl" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">http://mybook.to/TheMarketStallGirl</span></b></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOF0kzA0yoFNus31MczBZRxPF-3QrLotmWB5mTbmmqdLdcoccl82L77CNEKofdSurgpcidUVsniy4ybF8bYm8QnFXliswmZrwrb9DMfQEY1bluTUG4-eOTNUMjMFeQQRdkr8Rrfvrf_vFk/s1080/BookBrushImage-2021-7-2-8-918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOF0kzA0yoFNus31MczBZRxPF-3QrLotmWB5mTbmmqdLdcoccl82L77CNEKofdSurgpcidUVsniy4ybF8bYm8QnFXliswmZrwrb9DMfQEY1bluTUG4-eOTNUMjMFeQQRdkr8Rrfvrf_vFk/w400-h400/BookBrushImage-2021-7-2-8-918.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><br /></p>AnneMarie Brearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12913093174855808979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-42424788873650681292021-05-10T22:53:00.008+01:002021-05-10T22:53:44.925+01:00Voting Open!<p> <span data-offset-key="dlh80-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">The Market Stall Girl has been nominated for a Rone Award by Ind'Tale Magazine. </span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="dlh80-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">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!! </span></span></p><p><span class="py34i1dx" style="background-color: white; color: var(--blue-link); font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="dlh80-1-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://indtale.com/polls/historical-victorian-20th-century-rone-2021">https://indtale.com/polls/historical-victorian-20th-century-rone-2021</a></span></span><span data-offset-key="dlh80-2-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="dlh80-2-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqtgvJ0VXdobxz_O2JfEgPzek1D4RJhGKNsfxRxryUCKTwG7JoafhyjVkMH70RAqBEMbKE-44M2baIBnBzO48MtWrvEZDANwelg734AucibVatv54qrCBz6Irh3_z3bkvfBNNmRcke0BH/s791/Screenshot+2021-01-29+145723.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="507" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqtgvJ0VXdobxz_O2JfEgPzek1D4RJhGKNsfxRxryUCKTwG7JoafhyjVkMH70RAqBEMbKE-44M2baIBnBzO48MtWrvEZDANwelg734AucibVatv54qrCBz6Irh3_z3bkvfBNNmRcke0BH/w410-h640/Screenshot+2021-01-29+145723.png" width="410" /></a></div><br /><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p></p>AnneMarie Brearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12913093174855808979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-69329580639502946622021-04-30T07:52:00.003+01:002021-04-30T07:52:14.388+01:00Released soon!<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="641nj" data-offset-key="9a9ff-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9a9ff-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="9a9ff-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">On Saturday it'll be one month until A Distant Horizon is released! </span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9a9ff-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="9a9ff-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">A Distant Horizon is available for preorder on Amazon in Kindle. </span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9a9ff-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="9a9ff-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">Paperback will be released the same week.</span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="641nj" data-offset-key="fs1o-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="fs1o-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="fs1o-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">Can Ellen thrive in a strange land?</span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="641nj" data-offset-key="2lu95-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="2lu95-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="2lu95-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">Or has she made the greatest mistake of her life?</span></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: var(--blue-link); font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://mybook.to/ADistantHorizon">http://mybook.to/ADistantHorizon</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTwTRThxIkicJ71FqzkH7fnu1d4OCYaKwIt8BUsOxiPutCRfNvoue3qo2Yq1JgRTu-Xx9j8jWzi1kj1I3crejp6U4wWIvoYZpGhrLteHf22rUIq8m-9poxkgemPeuDRgQpbTL2Nscee69/s1518/A+Distant+Horizon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="1518" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTwTRThxIkicJ71FqzkH7fnu1d4OCYaKwIt8BUsOxiPutCRfNvoue3qo2Yq1JgRTu-Xx9j8jWzi1kj1I3crejp6U4wWIvoYZpGhrLteHf22rUIq8m-9poxkgemPeuDRgQpbTL2Nscee69/w640-h320/A+Distant+Horizon.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>AnneMarie Brearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12913093174855808979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-71282453434075035842021-03-22T21:53:00.002+00:002021-03-22T21:53:08.009+00:0099p/c Sale!<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sale 99p/c March
20-26! <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Isabelle’s Choice <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Will the choices
she’s made ruin her? Will she find the happiness she’s searching for?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">#Victorian
#Yorkshire<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>#saga </span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">#kindleunlimited
#paperback </span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">#Hebdenbridge #historicalfiction
#orphans<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Amazon </span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="file:///C:/Users/AnneMarie/AppData/Roaming/Microsoft/Word/myBook.to/IsabellesChoice">myBook.to/IsabellesChoice</a></span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5C-4WJ37wt9Yv5greYbi0OGVxezmTuyezmbG4qkRL05Y-e_8Dpf_UmkeuKaHd7IfLblQAglEZhUYC9JxobnWrRTZG94A2Gw-TW68Lqk8OZN4pXDW9javP72Cqu7EBW6iP56v6oobC86g/s1200/BookBrushImage-2021-3-18-15-481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5C-4WJ37wt9Yv5greYbi0OGVxezmTuyezmbG4qkRL05Y-e_8Dpf_UmkeuKaHd7IfLblQAglEZhUYC9JxobnWrRTZG94A2Gw-TW68Lqk8OZN4pXDW9javP72Cqu7EBW6iP56v6oobC86g/w640-h334/BookBrushImage-2021-3-18-15-481.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><br /></p>AnneMarie Brearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12913093174855808979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954760971080236997.post-67139429241031728032021-03-22T00:00:00.001+00:002021-03-22T00:00:08.996+00:00The Snow Bride. Medieval Historical Romance set in Northern Britain. New excerpts!<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid0BaPXswEJwCbcFDYFsQ3Ky40gLI9yuF4WpwjsAKl3kzMxYfNt54kVsts33W8kllGaXbdPNzZwel30jG6h2HJySV1Svd46nKd1UWgM3qQtF6h1DG4i8bUKDgvCMMMi_gQWSvyDIO_ood1/s2048/NEW+B+%2526+B+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid0BaPXswEJwCbcFDYFsQ3Ky40gLI9yuF4WpwjsAKl3kzMxYfNt54kVsts33W8kllGaXbdPNzZwel30jG6h2HJySV1Svd46nKd1UWgM3qQtF6h1DG4i8bUKDgvCMMMi_gQWSvyDIO_ood1/s320/NEW+B+%2526+B+1.png" width="320" /></a></b></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />She is Beauty, but is he the Beast?<o:p></o:p></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 260.25pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">THE SNOW BRIDE (THE KNIGHT AND THE
WITCH 1) </span><a href="https://amzn.to/2MZZan0"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">https://amzn.to/2MZZan0</span></a><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"> <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">UK<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><a href="https://amzn.to/2H1tYzY"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">https://amzn.to/2H1tYzY</span></a><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">EXCERPT
</span><a href="https://bit.ly/2yV95Cb"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">https://bit.ly/2yV95Cb</span></a><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">REVIEW </span><a href="https://bit.ly/38ynFzh"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">https://bit.ly/38ynFzh</span></a><span class="MsoHyperlink"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Excerpt</span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">England, winter, 1131<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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 <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city>.
She saw through the outer armor and shell of a man to what lay beneath.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>But she loves her crusader knight, Peter of the Mount,
and I have no chance or right there.<o:p></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Holy one, grant me my prayer.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4tu6xcpPvr-jSyqlIHbstXQQalDVC4633OXz-iT2yrRlU1HLcvfOnwUCRm1-LWDsBNcs3A7JDtEzd9CDFNGntnC0_c8SpT15utNnqW1J8izbq4-hL7fumzUbftN73zge0V5yQw9pvVhJ/s2048/1+Lindsay+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4tu6xcpPvr-jSyqlIHbstXQQalDVC4633OXz-iT2yrRlU1HLcvfOnwUCRm1-LWDsBNcs3A7JDtEzd9CDFNGntnC0_c8SpT15utNnqW1J8izbq4-hL7fumzUbftN73zge0V5yQw9pvVhJ/s320/1+Lindsay+6.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />She is Beauty, but is he the Beast?<o:p></o:p></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 260.25pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">THE SNOW BRIDE (THE KNIGHT AND THE
WITCH 1) </span><a href="https://amzn.to/2MZZan0"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">https://amzn.to/2MZZan0</span></a><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"> <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">UK<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><a href="https://amzn.to/2H1tYzY"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">https://amzn.to/2H1tYzY</span></a><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">EXCERPT
</span><a href="https://bit.ly/2yV95Cb"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">https://bit.ly/2yV95Cb</span></a><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">REVIEW </span><a href="https://bit.ly/38ynFzh"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">https://bit.ly/38ynFzh</span></a><span class="MsoHyperlink"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="MsoHyperlink"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Excerpt 2</span></b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>A woman of my own. Someone to return to</i>.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city>
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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>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.<o:p></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Splendor in Christendom, let me have my own family! A lass
who loves me!”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
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