Medieval Monday ~ “First Encounter” in THE LADY OF THE FOREST


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Welcome back to Medieval Monday and Week Seven of our “First Encounter” theme!

If you’re following the moment when my hero and heroine meet in Soul of the Wolf, you can find the seventh snippet on Barbara Bettis’s blog:

But let’s focus on Barbara’s seventh snippet from The Lady of the Forest, part of her Knights of Destiny series:

He almost snorted. As if he ever beat any of his people. But he wagered a bit of a scare wouldn’t go wrong about now. She’d be safer in the long run. “You’ll find yourself in worse trouble if your lord learns what you’ve done.”

Rather than cower, she smiled. “I rather think I’d be in worse trouble if I did set you free.”

Her voice flowed over him like a liquid blanket. Thick, warm, soft. This was no girl. This was a woman.

Follow along next week at Sherry Ewing’s blog: Don’t forget to comment for a chance to win an e-copy of The Lady of the Forest and other e-books from Medieval Monday’s authors.

A little more about The Lady of the Forest:

He must pursue his enemy; she must protect her people. Can their love survive the duties that drive them apart?

When her elderly husband dies, Lady Katherine fakes her own death and disappears into the forest with others escaping the brutish new lord. Determined to protect her people, she knocks the wrong man senseless. But Lord Henry isn’t an enemy, he’s the brother of her childhood friend. Although his tender confidence tempts her, she’s bound by duty.

Henry of Chauvere has found the one lady he wants for his own, never mind she’s tied him hand and foot. When he learns the king has ordered her to wed Stonehill’s ruthless new master, he insists Kate seek haven with his sister. But she won’t desert her friends. Henry vows to solve her problem, provided he catches a traitor before the threat from Kate’s past catches her.

When a daring rescue compels Henry and Kate to join forces, their attraction grows into love. If only duty didn’t drive them apart.

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Medieval Monday ~ “First Encounter” in FOR ALL OF EVER


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Welcome back to Medieval Monday and Week Six of our “First Encounter” theme!

If you’re following the moment when my hero and heroine meet in Soul of the Wolf, you can find the sixth snippet on Sherry Ewing’s blog:

Let’s check out Sherry’s sixth snippet from For All of Ever: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time Novel (Book One):

“Who are you,” he questioned irritably, “and what is it you want from me, ghost?”

“Ghost? What are you talking about?” she replied. There was just a touch of annoyance in her stance to show she was as affected as he by what was happening to them. “You’re the ghost, not me.”

A forced laugh burst from his lips, and Riorden placed his arms across his chest in an attempt to recover his senses. “’Tis just my luck, I come upon a spirit not of this world, and she does not know her place. Dristan would be most amused.” He looked back towards Aiden and Patrick and heard their nervous laughter. He must look the fool to be standing here alone, talking and laughing to himself.

See what happens next on Mary Morgan’s blog on Monday, September 18!  Here’s the link:

A little more about For All of Ever:

Sometimes to find your future, you must look to the past…

Katherine Wakefield has dreamed and written of her knight in shining armor all her life. Never finding a man to measure up to the one of her imagination, she and her three closest friends take a dream vacation to England. Yet, strange things begin happening while visiting Bamburgh Castle, but how could they have known they’d find themselves thrown back more than eight hundred years into the past?

Riorden de Deveraux travels to Bamburgh answering the summons of King Henry II knowing his past life is about to catch up with him. But nothing prepares him for the beautiful vision of a strangely clad ghost who first appears in his chamber, let alone the fact he begins having a conversation with her.

Centuries are keeping them apart until Time gives them a chance at finding love. But there are obstacles threatening the fragile bit of hope that Riorden and Katherine can remain together. Will the past of one consume what their future may hold, or will Time take the decision from them and hurtle Katherine forward to where she truly belongs?

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Welcome, September!


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September is here, bringing with it the sweet promise of fall.  Here in Salem, Massachusetts, that means crisp air, changing leaves, apple picking, and busy preparations for “Haunted Happenings,” October’s month-long celebration of Halloween.

In my medieval romance Flight of the Raven, September of 1101 sees the arranged marriage of Lady Emma of Ravenwood Keep and Sir William l’Orage (William the Storm).  When the Saxon lady denies her Norman bridegroom’s right to the marriage bed, sparks fly. He’s bent on founding a dynasty. Her life depends on her refusal.  Together, they face a centuries-old curse and learn the alchemy of love.

But what of their first meeting?  As you may know, the Medieval Mondays group of which I’m privileged to be a part is showcasing the first encounter of our heroes and heroines in specific novels.  My excerpts are from Soul of the Wolf, the second of The Novels of Ravenwood.  But I thought it might be fun to share with you the moment when Emma and William meet at Woden’s Circle, a stone ring near Ravenwood Keep.  So without further ado…

“Lady Emma?” a deep, male voice snapped from behind.

She spun around.

At the edge of Woden’s Circle loomed a figure dark as midnight’s soul. The wind whipped the man’s sable, jaw-length hair into a frenzy about the smooth, hard lines of his clean-shaven face. His thick, black mantle was a living thing, swirling around his tall, imposing frame as though it fought to contain the raw masculinity within.

Emma steeled herself. “Who wishes to know?” Her words were more bravado than question. He could be only one man.

“Sir William l’Orage,” he said in a low, controlled voice.

She shivered, then willed her body to cease its foolish reaction. “I am she.”

He stood perfectly still for several long, excruciating seconds.

She’d intended to approach him, but her feet remained rooted to the ground. She just stood there, returning his stare with equal intensity.

He’s studying me, she thought, as if I were some citadel to which he might lay siege.

Suddenly, he advanced toward her. Each step was powerful, potent. The closer he came, the stronger was his presence.

He halted an arm’s length away, and she fancied his aura reached out to hers. His energy was virile, brimming with authority, and in a strange new way, attractive.

“Did you forget my arrival today?” His voice was calm, but his clear, black eyes glistened with a darker emotion.

She tore her gaze from his, then returned it an instant later. “I didn’t forget. I merely lost track of time.”

“‘Twas your duty to greet me, and you shall greet our guests in future.”

She bristled. “I know my duty. You need not fear on that count.”

“Nor any count. I fear nothing.”

Without warning, the shadow of the Ravenwood curse eclipsed her irritation, transforming an angry comeback into a wistful sigh. “How nice for you. I would I shared that talent.”

He seemed to consider her words. Then his black eyes thawed. “‘Tis more experience than talent.”

She wondered what he’d endured to chase away even the demons of hell. “I should’ve been there to greet you,” she said at last. “Forgive me.”

His brow smoothed. “Of course.”

She performed a tentative smile. “You found me in my favorite place.”

“Thanks to your cousin.”

“But how did she—“

“Your handmaiden.”

“Tilda,” Emma said, nodding. “I imagine the situation was awkward.”

The picture of nonchalance, William folded his arms. “Quite.”

A loud croak sliced the air amid a flutter of wings.

She grinned. “Hremmas.”

William cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

“Ravens.” She gestured to the party of birds that shifted from stone to stone. “‘Tis the Saxon word.”

He nodded. Then he turned his head and stared into the shadowed forest.

“You’ll find them always underfoot,” she said.

“Hence the name of the estate.” He turned back to her.

“Aye, so I hope you like them.”

“As well as any creature.”

She could think of nothing to say.

He contemplated her for another long moment, then unfolded his arms. His hand skimmed the hilt of his sword.  “Come. Let’s return to the keep.”

She hesitated, then stepped out of the stone doorway which had seemed a haven. A blast of cold air grabbed her cloak, and she felt even more vulnerable. The wind was now sharp and demanding.

Pulling her mantle close about her, she walked beside her future husband. She accepted his silence and kept a comfortable distance between them.

Outside the sacred circle, she paused. A black beast regarded her with giant eyes.

“What’s his name?” she asked.

“Thunder,” William answered.

The warhorse neighed fiercely at the sound of his name.

“It suits him,” she said, then in a wry tone added, “as he suits you.”

William stopped abruptly, but she continued on toward the animal.

“Good day to you, Thunder,” she cooed. She touched his side experimentally.

The stallion’s muscles twitched beneath her hand. He seemed to exude a power equal to his master’s. Yet Thunder calmed and whinnied when she lengthened the caress. Her fingers traced a slow pattern over the animal’s smooth, shiny coat, and she lost herself in the pleasure of the moment.

Like a clever thief, William appeared at her side. She looked up, startled. Eyes the color of Satan’s dreams bored into hers, sending a rush of alarm to the base of her spine.

“Most people fear him,” William murmured.

Emma lifted her chin. “I am not most people.”


William’s large hands slid beneath her woolen mantle and locked around her waist. She was about to protest when he hoisted her onto Thunder’s back. Then he swung himself into the saddle behind her.

She avoided his gaze. He was too close, too warm.

“I prefer to walk,” she said.

“Nonsense.” He prompted Thunder with his knightly spurs. The warhorse began to move.

She frowned. “Do you make a habit of denying ladies’ requests?”

“Not as a rule.”

“I see,” she said, but she didn’t. Nor did she care at the moment.

Her bridegroom was a stranger, and an arrogant one at that. She would hold her tongue. He might think her rude, but her well of conversation had run dry. For the short ride home, she focused on the expansive countryside, where hill and dale lay abandoned by the morning mist.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this excerpt from Flight of the Raven.  If you’d like to read more, here are the buy links:


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Happy September, everyone!  🙂

Medieval Monday ~ “First Encounter” in CURSE OF THE HEALER


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Welcome back to Medieval Monday and Week Five of our “First Encounter” theme!

If you’re following the moment when my hero and heroine meet in Soul of the Wolf, you can find the fifth snippet on Ashley York’s blog:

But let’s focus on Ashley’s fifth snippet from Curse of the Healer, Book One in The Derbfine Series:

He closed the remaining distance between them in three strides, his face etched in angry lines. She instinctively backed away, half expecting him to grab her arm.

“Ye’re a lousy mother… or nurse maid… or shepherdess… or whatever ye are, if ye think ’tis all well and good for a child to put himself in harm’s way as long as he lives to tell the tale.”

She recoiled at the insult. Although she was well past marrying age at two and twenty, she was no one’s mother and never would be.

See what happens next on Mary Morgan’s blog on Monday, September 11!  Here’s the link:

A little more about Curse of the Healer:

After the death of Brian Boru in 1014, a legend arose of a healer so great she could raise a man from the dead, with a power so strong it could make any warrior the next high king of Éire…and to steal it away from her, he need only possess her.

Fated to be a healer…

Aednat has spent her entire life training to be the great healer, knowing she must remain alone. When she meets Diarmuid, the intense attraction she feels toward him shakes her resolve to believe in such a legend. If she gives in to the passion he ignites in her, can she settle for being less?

Destined to be his…

Diarmuid of Clonascra is renowned for his bravery in battle. Only one thing daunts him: the prospect of taking a wife. The safest course would be to keep his distance from Aednat, the bold, headstrong healer who’s far too tempting for his peace of mind. But his overking orders him to protect her from a group of craven warriors intent on kidnapping her to steal her power.

What starts as duty for Diarmuid quickly transforms into something more. Aednat’s power might be at risk, but so is his closed-off heart.

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Medieval Monday ~ “First Encounter” in ELSBETH


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Welcome back to Medieval Monday and Week Four of our “First Encounter” theme!

If you’re following the moment when my hero and heroine meet in Soul of the Wolf, you can find the fourth snippet on Lane McFarland’s blog:

Let’s check out Lane’s fourth snippet from Elsbeth:

Familiar resentment bubbled into her throat, and she choked on the bitter taste.

As he advanced, his gloved hand tugged the cloth from his face. Her breath caught at his intense scrutiny, his commanding presence. An overwhelming urge to slam and bolt the door nearly overcame her, but her feet remained rooted to the spot.

“Sister, there’s not much time,” his deep voice resounded. “Yer life is in danger. Ye must flee.”

See what happens next on Sherry Ewing’s blog on Monday, September 4!  Here’s the link:

A little more about Elsbeth:

Elsbeth MacDougall recoils at the violent Scottish rebellion and the bleak plight of orphans. Vowing to protect the homeless, she embarks on a journey to Scone and sets her course to become a nun, sheltering children from the cruelties of war. But when Brandon McLeod arrives at the Abby, he shakes her convictions and stirs provoking emotions she buried long ago.

After English soldiers murder his family, Brandon McLeod determines a course of revenge and leads numerous clans in Scotland’s fight for freedom. Bent on the annihilation of English oppression, he is resolved to a life of solitude, vowing never to marry and chance the pain of losing loved ones again. However, that was before he met the enchanting Elsbeth.

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Still celebrating!


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The Long and Short Reviews 10th anniversary party is still going strong!  Join us today to learn more about Flight of the Raven, the first of The Novels of Ravenwood.

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Answer a simple question and enter to win one of several prizes, including a $100 Amazon gift card.  See you there!

The party continues!


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The celebration continues in honor of Long and Short Reviews’ 10th anniversary.  Today, you can read more about The Cauldron Stirred, the first book in my Guardians of Erin series.

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Join in and you could win one of several prizes, including a $100 Amazon gift card!

Join the party!


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Long and Short Reviews is celebrating their 10th anniversary, and my books have joined the festivities.  There are lots of prizes, including $100 Amazon gift cards!  Read more about my medieval romance Soul of the Wolf, the second of The Novels of Ravenwood series here:

Medieval Monday ~ “First Encounter” in BETROTHAL


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Welcome back to Medieval Monday and Week Three of our “First Encounter” theme!

If you’re following the moment when my hero and heroine meet in Soul of the Wolf, you can find the third snippet on Jenna Jaxon’s blog:

But let’s focus on Jenna’s third snippet from Betrothal:

“I beg pardon, sire.” She hurried from behind the table, too aware of all the eyes now on her. As she moved to stand before the king, the low drone of many voices rose around the room.

“Impudent girl.”

“I’d not want to be in her place.”

“Do you think the king will…”

Each snatch of conversation made her heart beat faster.

What will he do to me?

Her normal embarrassment at being the center of attention tripled at the thought of this blatant lapse of protocol. She stopped several feet from the dais and the room hushed as though everyone held their breath.

See what happens next on Ashley York’s blog on Monday, August 28!  Here’s the link:

A little more about Betrothal:

The heart can choose, but can it also change?

Lady Alyse de Courcy has fallen in love with Lord Braeton, a nobleman in King Edward III’s court and a man to whom she has barely spoken. Fate, however, has decreed her betrothal to his best friend, Sir Geoffrey Longford—a handsome and imposing knight, yet hardly the man she wants to wed.

When Sir Geoffrey is bound in betrothal by his father, he could not have expected the beautiful stranger to win his heart the moment they meet. But Alyse’s infatuation with his friend casts doubt on whether she can ever return his regard and their wedding day is fast approaching… Will he have time enough to win her love?

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