Showing posts with label Historical romance. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 17 March 2015

Two Worlds, Two Men by Joy Frawley #Giveaway #romance




Goddess Fish Promotions is organizing a Virtual Name Before the Masses Tour for 
Two WORLDS, Two MEN by Joy Frawley, a Time Travel Romance available now from Resplendence Publishing.









Ideal Writing Space
By Joy Frawley


     Since I began writing I have often found myself pondering the idea of the perfect writing space. Do I have one? Is any one place more beneficial to me than another? For me, the answer is no. I write anywhere and everywhere I need or want to.
     
     I am currently writing this guest post sitting in bed, laptop on my legs, with my chubby Puggle pup beside me. Would this awkward position work for everyone? Probably not. But for me, it just feels natural and comfortable because I am doing what I enjoy. As I type these words I sporadically slap the chubby flanks of my Puggle whose cuteness is beyond my ability to not touch. My pattern is the following: I type, ponder, slap chubby flanks and repeat the process.
     
     However, other days I pull up a bar stool to my kitchen island and place the laptop on the ledge so that I can whip out the latest literary masterpiece. I usually have a lovely vase of fresh flowers, compliments of my fantastic boyfriend, in front of me. I also will have a lit candle and symphony music playing very low in the background which I enjoy almost daily. Still, you may find me at the local library working away and enjoying the atmosphere of being surrounded by books.
     
     In my opinion, the ideal writing space is wherever you find your ambition to write. For some of us we are able to wing it anywhere we want. But others need a more structured atmosphere of a desk and maybe a window to look out upon. In essence, wherever your inspiration is triggered is the ideal writing space. My advice is try a bit of everything and see what works for you because every one of us are individuals and it won’t be the same. Just ask my chubby Puggle pup. He is very grateful his mommy likes him snuggling as she types away. Woof!




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     Two WORLDS

Two MEN

by  Joy Frawley


Jocelyn and Neely are having a perfectly pleasant dinner at the Sheep Heid Inn when it happens: Jocelyn suddenly finds herself sitting across the table, not from Neely, but a strange man dressed in medieval garb. This man is no apparition. His eyes, the deepest brown, clearly look on her in intimacy; his touch causes her pulse to rise.  Jocelyn realizes two things: from his clothes, he is clearly an aristocrat, and that she, Jocelyn Stewart, seems to be in some sort of romantic relationship with him! 
Minutes later Jocelyn returns to Neely, in the present day, weak and terrified. 

Together they begin to unravel the forgotten past and find themselves facing the reality of medieval Scotland. A strange world steeped in folklore and superstition; where life begins and often ends with the sword. 

As Jocelyn travels back to medieval times she learns that the man she keeps seeing is no other than Sir Colin Campbell of the powerful Campbell Clan. When Jocelyn is with Colin, she wants never to leave his side; then she returns to the present and cannot imagine herself with anyone but Neely. 

Jocelyn struggles with a choice. 
Which man will gain her heart when both offer such different love? She is in love with two different men in two different worlds.


Excerpt

Jocelyn looked around for the driver who was supposed to be waiting for her arrival with a sign. She had hired someone to pick her up because, as an American and first-time visitor to Scotland, she had figured it would be less stressful.

She didn’t see the driver anywhere; then, just as she started feeling nervous, she saw a man holding a sign with her name on it. And what a man he was! He was broad shouldered, strong and had dark brown hair with reddish tints. He exuded masculinity like some cologne, and even across the airport, she thought she could smell it. Smoothing her unruly hair, she started to walk over to him.

The man, seeing her approach him, took a step toward her. “Are you, Jocelyn?”

When he spoke her name, she found herself frozen in place unable to respond. She’d heard this voice before; she knew this voice. This man spoke her name exactly like the dream she had had all those years ago! She had been stirred awake in bed by a voice of a man, who spoke her name with a Scottish accent. His voice was gentle and low; as if he wanted to gain her attention, but not cause her alarm. Jocelyn had clutched the sheets to her chest and stared out into the darkness of her bedroom almost feeling his intimate presence beside her. She lifted her hand up to her ear having sworn his warm breath had brushed her skin. Jocelyn remembered she had turned her head, anxiously, toward the pillow next to her and almost thought she would be looking into the eyes of a stranger; yet she had not been frightened. This man, his voice, somehow comforted her.


Now, she stood in the airport and caught her breath as she faced the man before her. Her eyes searched his face for something; though what it was she wasn’t sure. Jocelyn felt her heart beating so fast she was certain the man could hear it as memories flooded her mind of that night so long ago when he or someone spoke her name in the darkness. Was that the reason for her vacation to Scotland? Was she unconsciously trying to find the man?
Author Bio 

Joy Frawley is an author and writer of the upcoming romance novella; Two Worlds, Two Men due to release on October 2014 by Resplendence Publishing. 
Joy lives in beautiful Traverse City, Michigan relishing in living the life of the classic “townie” with her two dogs Piggs and Diggs. 



Where can you find Joy???

Email ~ joyfrawley@gmail.com

Website ~ joyfrawley.com





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Monday, 2 March 2015

OF LOVE AND VENGEANCE‏ by Louise Lyndon #giveaway #historical romance




Happy Monday!

Guess what I have for you???

Another Historical Romance! Woo hoo!

LOL

I know, I know such shocking 
behavior coming from a lover of Historical Romance...but what can I say, I love me those dark menacing Lords and feisty damsels 
in distress and Of Love and Vengeance by Louise Lyndon promises to give me just what I need to satisfy that craving I have for a good romance.










But first let's hear from Louise on the ten things she didn't know about being an Author but now does.

10 Things I didn't know about being an Author but now do…


1) Being an author isn’t just about writing. I know that may sound bizarre to some people, but the writing element is only one part of it (an important part, to be sure)!

2) You have to be prepared to sell yourself. I’m not talking about selling yourself when you’re pitching to an agent or publisher – I’m talking about what you need to do after you’ve signed on the dotted line and you have a product (a book) and you need to let the world know about it. It takes a lot of time and work – but it’s a fun side to being an author. I really enjoy it.

3) That people are actually prepared to part with their hard earned dollars to buy a story I’ve written. Maybe it’s the insecure side of me coming out, but each time I learn someone has purchased my book I still have a moment, ‘someone is actually wanting to read something I’ve written?’ I still can’t believe it.

4) I didn’t realize how frightening it would be to let my baby loose into the big, wide world. It is nerve wracking to know it’s out there and I cannot control who reads it – my editor was the only other person to have read the complete version of, Of Love and Vengeance – now it’s available for all. I never realized how scared that would make me.

5) Being an author is a business.

6) How limited my free time would become – I miss reading! Don’t get me wrong, I still read, but not as often as I used to.

7) I always had this fear that once I signed a contract the pressure to write the next book would be too great – but NOPE – it’s as pressure free and BRILLIANT to create a fictional world and characters as it has always been.

8) You not only have to be creative, but you have to learn to be a business person/marketing person/anything else to create a successful ‘product’.

9) I can have a friend read my book and not hyperventilate at the thought.

10) I always thought I controlled what my characters did – but the more I write I realize my characters are the ones who control me and they use me to tell their story. Not the other way around!


Thanks Louise!
Now on to the good stuff.




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Of Love
   and

Vengeance
by  Louise Lyndon


Forced to marry Lord Aymon to ensure her young nephew’s survival, English Lady Laila vows undying hatred for the Norman she holds responsible for the deaths of so many innocents. Discovering Aymon has committed an act of treason gives her the chance to seek vengeance he deserves.  But can Laila let Aymon die at the hands of the king once she learns the truth?

A hardened Norman warrior, Lord Aymon has lived through atrocities no man ever should. With the invasion of England over, all he wants is a quiet life and a wife who will give him heirs and obey his every command. Instead, he finds himself wed to feisty and outspoken Laila. But when she learns the truth of his treasonous act, can Aymon count on her to keep his secret?



Excerpt

Laila heard them long before she saw them. Their angry, frenzied shouts and thunderous roars filled her ears. With her hands tied securely behind her, she was dragged up the lane toward Tyburn Gallows, where she was to be hanged for a crime she did not commit. The mob sounded blood thirsty. Large. Frightening.

There was no sign of Aymon. Or Hugh. Had they left her alone to die?

Her chin trembled and her nails dug into her palms.

She suddenly fell to her knees and screamed until she tasted blood at the back of her throat. She kicked out and tried to crawl free as her hair was almost torn from the roots as she was pulled up and shoved along the lane.

Her eyes burned with her tears.

“I am innocent!” Laila screamed.

They came around a corner, and that’s when she saw them. There must have been a least two thousand men, women, and children, hungry for her blood. And when they saw her, they erupted into a wild fever of roars and cries for a slow and painful death. Their thirst had been piqued, and now it must be sated.

Laila was shoved into the center of the clearing.

She glanced wildly around in a desperate search for Aymon’s towering, bulky frame. She could not see him.


But what she could see was the Tyburn Tree. The gallows she was to be hanged from. The executioner, hooded, stood beside the tree as he waited patiently for her. Laila’s mouth suddenly went dry.


Author Bio 

Louise grew up in country Victoria, Australia, before moving to England, where for sixteen years she soaked up the vibrancy of London and the medieval history of England. She has since returned to Australia and now lives in Melbourne.

She has been writing the moment she picked up a copy of Diana Gabaldon's first Outlander novel twenty something years ago. She thought to herself, 'this is what I want to do' - not travel back in time, but become a novelist! She has always had snippets of dialogue and scenes floating around in her head with characters screaming at her to bring them to life.

In 2013, Louise won first prize in the Crested Butte Sandy Writing contest – Historical category for her story, The Promise, which is now called, Of Love and Vengeance.


When not writing, she can be found covered in mud, crawling under barbed wire and hoisting herself over twelve foot walls - under the guise of competing in Spartan races all over Australia.




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Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Forgotten No More by Christina McKnight #Historical romance #Giveaway





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Forgotten No More
A Lady Forsaken, Book Two
by Christina McKnight


A lady forgotten by all...

Ruby St. Augustin must find the truth of her past to determine what her future holds. She only has a short time in London to uncover the identity of her real father and the secrets behind her birth. If anyone learns of her mission, she will disgrace everyone she holds dear. What she doesn’t expect is to draw the attention of a man who doesn’t care about his reputation or her past.

A man mesmerized by one...

Harold Jakeston is a man without wealth or title. Resigned to a life he loathes, Harold has the chance at a few weeks of freedom before being trapped in a future he wants no part of. When he’s drawn into the mysterious quest of a woman from his past, he embraces the opportunity to forget the life that awaits him. What he never anticipated is falling in love with a woman who ignites his desire to create a new future for himself and for her. 

A love neither can abandon...




Excerpt

London, England
January 1816

             
            Ruby took a deep breath before trying the final drawer that could hold all the answers to her past, her true heritage. Her lungs expanded; she held the air inside. She didn’t exhale until it burned. With trembling fingers, she reached for the last drawer and pulled.

            Her nicely trimmed nails nearly snapped when her grasp on the handle slipped from the force of her tug. The drawer hadn’t budged.

            Locked!

            “Oh, poppy cocks!” she hissed. Moving her hands to the folds of her evening gown, Ruby procured a small pouch tucked neatly into a hidden pocket. Setting it on the desk, she pulled out her array of lock-picking devices, really only hairpins and small wires she’d collected since her first night—and her first failed attempt at breaking into a desk—to help her disengage the drawer.

            She had to know what secrets this lord held. Would she find an envelope inside labelled ‘Abandoned Daughter,’ or a report from the Bow Street Runners with details about herself—her hair color, the particular green shade of her eyes, places she’d been, perhaps the details of her activities over the course of her life?

Nothing worth finding was that simply ascertained.

No man, married or not, would leave record of their nefarious past. It was more likely her father had not spared her, or her mother, a second thought after throwing his pregnant mistress from his townhouse in the middle of the night with no coat and no means to get home.

            Ruby was anything but a fool, but she found herself continuing to search regardless. She didn’t need a signed confession—she just needed that letter opener.

            Picks in hand, she knelt before the locked drawer and eyed the keyhole, blowing a wayward strand of hair that had fallen across her face. She’d been unsuccessful more often than not when attempting to open locked drawers. But luck may have been on her side this evening. She’d entered the ball with little fuss, shortly after the host and hostess had quit the receiving line. It was surprising how similar the layout of most London townhouses were. Ruby had navigated the halls of the second floor and found the room she sought fairly quickly, encountering not a soul.

            The pins slipped into the lock and her tongue darted out of her mouth to lick her lips as she concentrated on moving them exactly right to click the lock over. She fought to keep her hands steady when sweat broke out across her forehead. She was running out of time.

            Ruby applied a bit too much pressure and the pin snapped, falling uselessly into the locked drawer. “Damn you to hell, mother!” she cursed and sat back, wiping her slick brow.

            She’d always viewed herself as a sensible girl, a dutiful daughter, and an honest friend. She could only imagine the horror on Vi’s face if she saw her now. A common thief. A midnight prowler. A defiler of privacy.

            Although, it could not be helped.

            She sought answers and at the moment all she had was an endless list of questions.

            Gaining her feet once more, she bundled her kit and slipped it back into her pocket. She turned her attention to the long table against the wall behind the desk. Leaning over, she ran her hand along the underside of the ornately carved piece, feeling for hidden compartments or—if her luck returned—a forgotten folder of papers.


                “Sherry, Miss Ruby?” an oddly familiar voice asked behind her.




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Author Bio 


Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since. Currently, she focuses on Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance.


Christina enjoys a quiet life in Northern California with her family, her wine, and lots of coffee. Oh, and her books…don’t forget her books! Most days she can be found writing, reading, or traveling the great state of California.





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Wednesday, 5 November 2014

The Gladiator's Bride by Nhys Glover # Giveaway #Historical Romance





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The Gladiator’s BRIDE
by  Nhys Glover



Crippled by shyness, shunned for being not-right-in-the-head, gifted artist and Roman noblewoman, Marcia Mica, has only two people in the world who truly love her – her teacher, Daedalus, and her childhood friend, Asterion, both slaves in her father’s household. But when forbidden love blooms between the unlikely friends, only disaster can come of it. That disaster leaves Marcia horribly scarred and Asterion sold into the arena as a gladiator.


Years later, Daedalus brings a broken Marcia to Britannia, and Sabrina, the healer who saved his life when he was a boy, works miracles on the scarred girl. However, not all scars are physical and those Sabrina has no ability to heal.


When Sabrina and Marcia are kidnapped by a Celtic leader bent on revenge, Asterion must depend on the dreams of a Celtic Seer to find the love of his life and help foil a revolt that threatens the fragile peace in Roman Britannia. But even if he and his friends succeed, can scars that are more than just physical ever really be healed and can those whose lives are owned by others ever truly be free to follow their hearts?


Excerpt
That was when he saw it. That was when he knew this wasn’t a dream.  Or if it was it was, it was his worst nightmare: The whole right side of her face and body were covered by red, ugly burn-scars.

He gasped and dropped to his knees, his legs unable to hold him up a moment longer.

Daedalus came to his side and rested a hand on his shoulder. ‘It’s a bit of a shock the first time you see it. But after a while you don’t notice it.’

He stared up at the man who had been like a father to him; the man he blamed for being right about Marcie and him. How could he say this was a bit of a shock?

But before he had a chance to snap out a retort, Marcie’s body began jerking as the healing commenced. Though he couldn’t see anything happening, he could sense it. And so it seemed could Daedalus.

‘It’s her… By all the gods, it’s her,’ Daedalus whispered in awe as he watched Sabrina’s face, transformed by the Urge that had taken control of her.

He didn’t know what Daedalus meant. He didn’t care what he meant. This man had had his Marcie all this time. She’d been alive, all this time, and no one had told him. They’d let him leave the Estate thinking she was dead. And he’d died that day because of it.

‘You bastard. Why didn’t you tell me?’ he sobbed out, his voice breaking on the last word.

‘Tell you?’ Daedalus looked at him as if he’d grown a second head.


‘That she lived. They told me she was dead. Her sister told me she was dead.’



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Author Bio

After a lifetime of teaching others to appreciate the written word, Aussie author Nhys Glover finally decided to make the most of the Indie Book Revolution to get her own written word out to the world. Now, with almost 100,000 of her ebooks downloaded internationally and a winner of 2013 SFR Galaxy Award for 'The Titan Drowns', Nhys finds her words, too, are being appreciated.


At home in the beautiful Yorkshire Dales of England, Nhys these days spends most of her time "living the dream" by looking out over the moors as she writes the kind of novels she loves to read: The ones that are a little bit steamy, a little bit different and wholly romantic.





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