#MedievalMonday ~ Ashley York

Our romp through the Middle Ages continues, and this villain theme is proving to be very exciting. I mean, who doesn’t love a good villain? I’m joined this week by the sensational Ashley York. Ashley writes historical romance full of passion and intrigue set in 11th and 12th century Ireland, Scotland, and England where life was wild and survival was never guaranteed. The complexity of her characters evoke strong emotional responses from the readers, whether good or evil. Here is an excerpt from her Medieval Romance, The Gentle Knight.

EXCERPT: Peter stared him down, unflinching. He wanted to reach down Ivan’s throat and rip his lungs up through his mouth. He wanted to rip his entrails out as well. He wanted to stab him right through his black heart.
Instead, he took Brighit’s trembling hand, placed it lightly on his forearm, and escorted her into the room. He brushed off a bench for Brighit to sit upon. “Please, rest here.”

Follow along for excerpt #8 at Ruth A. Casie’s Blog: http://ruthacasie.blogspot.com/

BLURB: Brighit MacNaughton is an obedient daughter following her father’s death bed decree that she take her vows and become the virginal bride of Christ. The hired men seeing her to the Priory at Tanshelf are more interested in the building resentment against the English king than her safety. But when the handsome Norman knight offers his protection against the lecherous mercenaries, he sparks her passion with his gentle touch and smoldering looks of desire, reminding her of dreams best forgotten. Can one night with him quench the intense need in her or will it cause the fire to burn out of control?

Peter of Normandy is a trusted knight of King William, sent north to subdue the unrest and rumblings of revolt at York. Giving aid to an Irish princess more noble than many knights, he is quickly overcome with the need to possess her. With a body meant for a man’s pleasure and an unrelenting stubbornness to follow her father’s wishes, he struggles against giving her what she wants if it can only be for one night. Will one night of passion prove to be enough or will it unleash an insatiable need that makes him never want to let her go?

BUY LINK: Amazon

#SexySaturday ~ Serving My Viking Masters

Serena Starling has done it again. Finally, a 4th installment in her Viking Erotica series about an Irish beauty captured and kept as a slave by the Viking king, Barak. If you’re looking for a Happily Ever After, keep looking. But if hot sex with very, virile Vikings is your thing, look no further than this HOT series. Book 4 is titled, Passion’s Price and is now available on Amazon.

BLURB: Kira, the beautiful Irish bed slave of a powerful and possessive Viking king, realizes she and her lover Drengr will face a dire future if caught by Barek, her king and master. Crushing the massive warrior’s heart in order to spare his life, Kira resigns herself to an empty existence as a pleasure vessel for the king, and nothing more. Fate has another plan for Kira, however, as the ruthless king of a neighboring land plots with her master to trade her supple flesh as repayment for old debts. Will Kira be able to withstand the unflagging onslaught of lusty, strapping men as she is shared by Mogr and his twin sons? Finally given over to Mogr’s barbaric warband to take their pleasure as they please, the lovely bed slave fears for her life. Bound, gagged, and completely defenseless, Kira struggles helplessly against the assailment of hard, brawny warriors intent on using her body for their enjoyment. Will Kira’s former lover Drengr intercede to save her, or will his bitter heart urge him to join the depraved gang of men brawling for her tender flesh?

BUY LINK: Amazon

Write the Damn Book! #MFRWauthor

This is advice that I’ve heard over and over. “Put your butt in the chair and write.” “It’s the only way you’re going to finish.” “You can’t edit a blank page.” But how many times have I stared at the blinking cursor on the screen. That is until I realized I was a plotter. Since then, writer’s block has no place in my vocabulary.

I start a new project thinking and collecting ideas about my characters, their personalities, quirks, physical traits (if you’ve seen my book covers, you know my heroes’ physical traits follow a pattern 😉 ) as well as the main events that will happen in the story. I flesh out my heroines, the antagonist, the hero, the setting. Then I envision the big picture, starting with the end and generating ideas for the major turning points.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, I sit down to put words on paper. I start with two charts I’ve developed over the years: Character profiles and the 6-Stage Plot structure. I take all the prewriting work I’ve done and plug it in, further developing the characters based on their archetype and thinking up scenes for each part of the story.

Once I have my plot (scene by scene), I start writing. I never have to think about what to write. I’ve already got it in there: Who’s pov? What is his or her goal, motivation, and conflict? How does it move the story forward? What emotional, physical, and sensory descriptions do I want to include? With this information I can crank out a first draft in just a couple of months (for a full-length novel). I have a word-count in mind per scene, and when I first write it, the scene is mostly action and comes out to about a third of the words I want. Before moving to the next scene, I flesh it out with the emotion and internal stuff that usually pushes me over my word-count goal.

I reread this first draft for spelling and grammar, making other adjustments as I see them. Then it’s off to my editor. If you’re just starting out or if you’ve suffered from writer’s block, I hope my process will spark some new ideas for you. All writers are different, but I’ve found that taking bits and pieces from others who’ve been through the same trials has helped me develop a process that works great for me. How will you develop yours?

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Next week’s topic will be My Greatest Strength. Follow along and check out the other authors on this hop for more ideas.

Medieval Monday ~ Elisabeth Hobbes

Please join me in welcoming Elisabeth Hobbes as my guest for Medieval Monday. Elisabeth grew up in York where she spent most of her teenage years looking for a handsome Roman or Viking to sweep her off her feet. When she isn’t writing, she spends most of her spare time reading and is a pro at cooking one-handed while holding a book. Here is an excerpt from her Medieval Romance, The Saxon Outlaw’s Revenge.

EXCERPT: He had vanished from Hamestan after the uprising had been quashed and Constance had hoped he would have been long gone.

One of the soldiers twisted an arm up behind the boy’s back to what looked like breaking point. He seized hold of him by the hair and wrenched his head back, causing the boy to let out a string of expletives, only some of which Constance knew.

‘Why are you here?’ Robert demanded. ‘I thought you had fled to save your neck.’

‘I came to save my father,’ the boy shouted. He winced and gave a gasp of pain through gritted teeth as the soldier twisted his arm higher.

‘You’re too late for that,’ Robert said coldly.

‘Then I will avenge his death and those of my brothers,’ Aelric snarled.

Can Aelric possibly succeed? Continued next Monday on Ruth A. Casie’s blog. http://ruthacasie.blogspot.co.uk

BLURB: At the mercy of her enemy!

Abducted by Saxon outlaws, Constance Arnaud comes face to face with Aelric, a Saxon boy she once loved. He’s now her enemy, but Constance must reach out to this rebel and persuade him to save her life as she once saved his…

Aelric is determined to seek vengeance on the Normans who destroyed his family. Believing Constance deserted him, he can never trust her again. Yet, as they are thrown together and their longing for each other reignites, will Aelric discover that love is stronger than revenge?

BUY LINKS:   Amazon US  Amazon UK

Medieval Monday ~ Jenna Jaxon

I just love it when Jenna Jaxon visits the forest. What a special treat for Medieval Monday. Jenna has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. Here is an excerpt from her Medieval Romance, Beleaguered.

jenna-jaxonEXCERPT: “If he leaves then I leave as well, Papa.” Alyse raised her chin and with quiet conviction turned to Geoffrey and took his hand. “He spoke the truth when he said we are ready to take our nuptial vows.” The look she gave him was filled with so much love it made him catch his breath. “I will marry no other man than Geoffrey Longford.”

Her father snorted. “You will marry whomever I decree, Alyse.’

“On what authority, sire?” She strode toward him, eyes flashing. “I am a widow and you no longer have legal power over me or my decisions.”

Next week Jenna will be at Ruth A. Casie’s blog. http://ruthacasie.blogspot.co.uk

 

BLURBWhen death holds sway in the world, can even the greatest love survive?

Finally in France, Alyse and Thomas’s passion for one another continues to smolder hot and deep—until one fateful encounter changes everything.

During a formal banquet, Alyse must share an intimate dance her first love. His searing touch proves Alyse’s desire for him is as strong as when they first met. Tormented by this revelation, Alyse is bitterly torn between the love of her life and her love for her husband.

Into this agonizing situation, the disaster of the Black Death rears its head. Alyse, Thomas and Geoffrey must try to save the princess from the ravening disease but at a dire cost to themselves. With her world plunged into chaos, Alyse struggles with her feelings for both of the men she loves. But which love will survive?

BUY LINK:  Amazon

Sexy Saturday ~ Wrath of the Fire God

I hope your weekend is off to a great start. If you’re in the mood for a Hot Historical Romance, I have an excerpt from my debut, Wrath of the Fire God. Here’s a teaser.

Wrath of the Fire God CoverEXCERPT: Aemilia found Marcus pacing her room. He had pulled the coverlet from the bed and wrapped it around his waist, hiding his nudity. When she walked in, he dropped it, thank the gods, and rushed over, grabbing both of her hands. The panicked look in his eyes frightened her.

“You must listen to me,” he said. The little lump at the front of his throat twitched. “You are in danger. We must flee before – ”

“Shhh.” She brushed disheveled waves of hair from his brow and cupped his cheek against her palm. Rising up on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his.

Fire! Lightning! Minerva’s tit! Had a kiss ever affected her like that? While the kiss turned her insides to porridge and made it impossible to draw breath, it seemed to have the opposite effect on him. He calmed, but only slightly. When she pulled away, he stared at her with a tormented expression. Not the reaction she hoped for.

Why was he so worried? What was this doom he spoke of? “Did you eat?” She moved to inspect the tray of food she had brought in earlier.

It remained untouched.

She picked up the tray with one hand and took his in the other. “Come. You’ll feel better after you’ve eaten and had a bath.”

Marcus reached for the coverlet, but she pulled him away with a grin. “You will not need that. The garden room is just outside my door.”

Despite her reassurance, he hesitated, peering out into the garden. His jaw dropped at the sight of the larger than life marble statue of the goddess. His gaze scanned the perimeter. She tried to see the garden as though for the first time.

Bees zigzagged from one blossom to another. Every possible shade of green was represented in the abundance of plants growing there. She inhaled the scent of flowers. A bench sat at one end, surrounded by lush foliage.

Beautiful. Tranquil.

Seeing no one, Marcus reluctantly let her lead him outside and into the adjacent room that took up this corner of their house. Steam rose from the pool of water, creating a swirling mist inside the garden room. Her hair curled about her face like snakes on Medusa’s head. Luticia had strewn herbs across the surface of the water. The scent of sage and fennel permeated the thick air.

She led Marcus across the mosaic floor to the steps leading down into the pool and set the food tray on the edge. Despite his anxiety, he lowered himself to the bench built around the walls and looked up at her. Gentle waves rose to his chest, lapping softly against the muscles there, as he disturbed the pool.

She licked her lips, watching sun rays from the skylight overhead hit the water and make waves of light that rippled over his tanned skin. He looked better than she thought he would. And vulnerable in a way that tugged at her heart.

Pulling in her stomach and thus insuring her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, she loosened the belt at her waist and slipped her tunic over her shoulders.

Marcus rewarded her with a sharp gasp as the snow white garment slid down her body and pooled at her feet. She stood still, savoring the power she felt as he admired her. At her advancing age, she had to work harder to maintain her tight body. But the look on Marcus’ face made all her efforts worthwhile.

She watched his face as she walked to the steps and descended into the steaming pool. Before the water even covered the tops of her thighs, her auburn curls began to swirl around on the surface. She had never cut it. She loved the luxurious feel of it down her back. And what man could resist the seductive power of a lustrous mane.

By the time she stepped onto the floor of the pool, the water reached her waist. She walked toward him, her movements as languid as the ripples on the surface of the water. He barely seemed to breathe as she drew closer. Resting her knees on the bench on either side of his thighs, she straddled him. He encircled her waist with rough, calloused hands, the hands of a man who worked hard, a strong man.

She closed her eyes, draped her arms over his broad shoulders and allowed a quiet moan to escape her lips as she leaned toward him. She had always loved a strong man, regardless of Mother’s philosophy.

He accepted her kiss, sliding his hands up her back, twisting his fingers in her hair and desperately crushing her lips to his. The instant their lips met, she ignited; burning with hunger she prayed would not go unsatisfied. Shocked at the raw heat lancing through her body, she drew back. Her eyes searched his. He felt it, too. She recognized desire smoldering there. It made the fire within her burn even stronger.

But something else lurked behind those golden eyes. Not fear, exactly. It reminded her of a fallen gladiator, awaiting the crowd’s decision, his fate the whim of the spectators surrounding him. Life or death. The decision no longer his.

Marcus pulled her lips back to his, kissed her as though she alone held his fate.

Her decision came without question.

BLURB: Marcus Valente, a twenty-first century volcanologist, was collecting data near the crater of the volcano when a tremor knocked him to the ground and sent him rolling down the side. When Aemilia rescues him, he gets his first sight of the city. A glittering, thriving Pompeii and not the two thousand-year-old ruins he expects. Marcus decides he must be in a bizarre dream, one where Mount Vesuvius has yet to erupt. He soon discovers that the most famous volcanic eruption in history is less than twenty-four hours away.

Aemilia Nautius would never have guessed that fleeing for her life could be so exciting. The volcano Vesuvius cannot compare to the inferno about to erupt within her. Especially when the man who comes to her rescue is hotter than the Fire God himself.

BUY LINKS: Amazon ~ B&N

Medieval Monday ~ Sherry Ewing

I’m so excited to have Sherry Ewing visiting me today for Medieval Monday. Sherry picked up her first historical romance when she was a teenager and has been hooked ever since. A bestselling author, she writes historical & time travel romances to awaken the soul one heart at a time. Here is an excerpt from her Medieval Romance, A Knight to Call My Own.

sherry-ewingEXCERPT: Calum tightened his hold around her waist causing her to entirely feel every inch of his chest against her shoulder and side. She tried to calm her fears, but they were rising to the forefront of her mind, knowing she had angered her captor.

She felt his warm breath on her neck, but ’twas the underlying threat in the meaning of his words that caused her to shiver. “Stay in the saddle if you know what is good for you. You will regret your rash actions to disobey me if I must needs chase you again this day.”

Lynet watched as he slid to the ground in one fluid movement. He gave her only a brief glance to ensure she remained seated afore he left her sitting there with shaking limbs. Her breath left her in an unexpected burst of relief that she remained unmolested. Still, she grabbed a hold of the pommel to steady her frayed nerves, noticing exactly how much her hands were truly shaking from the ordeal she had been facing. Her eyes darted back and forth to see who watched her. Several men stood nearby, but their attention was focused on Calum, whose angry stride lengthened the distance between them.

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Follow along next week by checking out Ruth A. Casie’s blog with excerpt #5 at http://ruthacasie.blogspot.co.uk