#MedievalMonday ~A Knight in Broken Armor

Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Happy New Year! I’m so excited by the opportunities that lie ahead. Trying to distance myself from the conflict and death going on in our world has left me with many new thoughts and avenues to explore. I have a few new books coming out this year, my artwork is starting to gain more recognition, and I’m branching out into the world of Art Dolls. So much to look forward to! Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my #MedievalRomance, A Knight in Broken ArmorBe sure to check out the trailer by clicking here.

BLURB: Ivelisse Sterling would rather become one of her father’s whores than marry a man of his choosing. But he and the women who helped raise Ivy want a different life for their little girl. The company’s plans are thrown into upheaval the moment Ivy sees the local blacksmith, Kier Dufrance and decides he will be her first customer.

But Kier shows no interest in her attempts to seduce him. Ivy has grown up with this troupe of prostitutes, so she is not ignorant of relations between men and women. Imagine her disappointment and frustration when she finds it impossible to seduce the man she has chosen to be her first.

Kier, reluctant to explain his impotence, tries to discourage Ivy. But he underestimates her determination. Without benefit of a modern-day sex therapist, it is up to these medieval lovers to find a cure. Ivy’s antics while trying to learn all she can from her friends will have readers laughing out loud before racing for a cold shower.

BUY LINKS:    AMAZON

EXCERPT: When he brushed his lips over hers, she closed her eyes against the sparks shooting behind them. His kiss was gentle, too gentle. She longed to throw her arms around him, press her body to his and devour his mouth with the hunger burning inside her.

But she reluctantly obeyed his command. She balled her hands into fists at her sides, a frustrating effort to remain still. It took every bit of strength she possessed to do so. He continued to rake his lips back and forth across hers, nothing more demanding even though she silent begged him to take, take, take.

With the lightness of a feather, he slid the calloused tips of his fingers up her arms, leaving a trail of gooseflesh that caused her to shiver. The ache betwixt her legs intensified, throbbing so she feared she would lose her mind from the sheer pleasure of it.

Kier grasped her shoulders in his strong hands. He flicked his tongue over her closed lips, parting them slightly and licking round the inside. He smiled against her. “You’re trembling.”

She held strong to the contact with his mouth. “What is happening to me?”

A rumble of laughter vibrated in his chest. “Give me your tongue.”

She did not hesitate to slide her tongue against his. He curled his lips around it, sucking her into his mouth. With small back and forth movements, he simulated the acting of…

God’s eyes! I’m fucking his mouth with my tongue!

Her heart soared at the intensity of her feelings. A raging fire fairly boiled inside her now. To hell with not moving. She could not stand it anymore. She reached betwixt them, intending to massage him through the front of his breeches. Mattie did that all the time, especially during negotiations with a customer.

Kier grabbed her wrists. “I told you not to move.”

“I-I can’t.” She could hardly speak past the tightness in her throat.

Her pulled her arms around his waist then took her face in his hands. Tilting her head back, he covered her mouth, opening her wide and invading her with his velvet tongue. He alternately sucked at her lips, her tongue, then laved his own around inside her mouth. His lips became hard, demanding. “Open wider.”

She did as he commanded. She could not get enough of him no matter how wide she opened her mouth. She should have been sickened by the wetness of the kiss. But far from it. Instead she mewled a little whimper, craving more. She sighed at the delicious taste of him. She loved the way he devoured her, as a man ravenous with hunger. She loved the way he made her feel. Wanton, desirable.

She loved everything.

She leaned against him, savoring the way her body melded with his. A perfect fit. Her soft, full breasts contrasted with the hardness of his chest. Ignoring his earlier command, she slid her hands up his torso and snaked her arms over his shoulders, tangling her fingers in the long silky strands of his ebony hair, still damp from the exertion she had caught him in when she arrived.  She tugged at him, deepening their kiss further still. Her head swam with his scent of smoke and leather. He was all man.

She groaned her disappointment when he dragged his lips from hers. He slid his hands to her shoulders and pushed her away, but not before planting a few linger kisses along her jaw, her closed eyes, once more on her lips.

She peeled her eyes open, anxious to see what would happen next.

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#MedMonFall20 ~A Knight in Rusted Armor ep. 6

Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Welcome back to another round of Medieval Monday. Here you may discover new authors writing about love in our favorite time period. Our theme is nature, my favorite. This time we are posting an excerpt from our own books then sharing each other’s snippets on social media. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my #MedievalRomance, A Knight in Rusted Armor.

BLURB: Allys Stone would risk repute as a ruined woman to gain control of her life. Thorin Svenson would battle the most skilled knights in the realm to win her. Theirs is a love story of fairy tales and wild passion, a battle of wills as well as brawn.

Allys wants to choose her own husband, one who loves life and laughter as much as she does. One who considers her a partner instead of a possession. She has never had any choice but to live by her father’s decisions, and now he’s offering her as grand prize in a tournament.

Thorin must win the hand of a nobleman’s daughter to regain the wealth and position of his family. Consumed by guilt, he will risk his very life to win. Not even her attempts to sabotage his victory will get in his way.

BUY LINKS:    AMAZON

EXCERPT: Mais, non. It is just that I…I mean, you…” He gave up any hope of sounding logical, so he leaned over and gave in to her request, gave in with much enthusiasm.

Allys waited for the tingling feeling to pass from Paul’s lips to her own.

Nothing.

She pulled away and frowned at him. “Try this,” she said before tilting her head the other way and kissing him again.

This time when she pulled away in confusion Paul grabbed her hand and kissed the palm. “Cherie,” he whispered as he held her palm against his cheek. “I have longed to kiss your lips. They are like cool water to a man dying of thirst.”

Allys looked past him, her thoughts a mass of perplexity. Where was that spark? The spark that ignited her entire being into flame when Lord Svenson kissed her?

She looked back to Paul and wondered briefly if he had done it right. “Let us try one more thing,” she said as she pulled her hand from his. She turned her body completely around, encircled his shoulders with her arms, pressed her breasts against his chest and kissed him with as much ardor as she could muster.

When she finally pulled away from him, she put her hand over mouth and pressed her eyebrows together. “Hummpf.” She shook her head. “How strange,” she mumbled.

She looked up at Paul and shrugged. “Shall we go?”

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#MedMonFall20 ~A Knight in Rusted Armor ep. 5

Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Welcome back to another round of Medieval Monday. Here you may discover new authors writing about love in our favorite time period. Our theme is nature, my favorite. This time we are posting an excerpt from our own books then sharing each other’s snippets on social media. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my #MedievalRomance, A Knight in Rusted Armor.

BLURB: Allys Stone would risk repute as a ruined woman to gain control of her life. Thorin Svenson would battle the most skilled knights in the realm to win her. Theirs is a love story of fairy tales and wild passion, a battle of wills as well as brawn.

Allys wants to choose her own husband, one who loves life and laughter as much as she does. One who considers her a partner instead of a possession. She has never had any choice but to live by her father’s decisions, and now he’s offering her as grand prize in a tournament.

Thorin must win the hand of a nobleman’s daughter to regain the wealth and position of his family. Consumed by guilt, he will risk his very life to win. Not even her attempts to sabotage his victory will get in his way.

BUY LINKS:    AMAZON

EXCERPT: She thought of that first night. She thought of it more and more of late. He had been gentle, even before he realized she was a maid. Despite her ignorance, she recognized his raging passion simmering beneath the surface. She had no doubt that the lovemaking they shared was a mere sampling of the pleasure he could deliver. She ached in her core at the thought of swiving him in earnest, of him pounding into her with gusto.

Even though she constantly reminded herself how much she did not want him, she watched anxiously for his sudden appearances. Yesterday at the tournament, she had wanted to shake off Paul’s grasp and go to him as he balanced himself at the railing. She wanted to tell him she did not favor anyone other than him, tell him she felt—

She knew not how she felt. He made her smile when she wanted to claw at his face. He made her feel more than warm when she wanted to treat him with coolness. He made her tingle as much with a look as with a kiss.

“Kiss me,” she said suddenly to Paul.

Paul stopped talking immediately.

Probably a first for him, Allys thought. She lowered her eyes in a coy gesture. “Unless of course you do not want to,” she said.

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#MedMonFall20 ~A Knight in Rusted Armor ep. 4

Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Welcome back to another round of Medieval Monday. Here you may discover new authors writing about love in our favorite time period. Our theme is nature, my favorite. This time we are posting an excerpt from our own books then sharing each other’s snippets on social media. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my #MedievalRomance, A Knight in Rusted Armor.

BLURB: Allys Stone would risk repute as a ruined woman to gain control of her life. Thorin Svenson would battle the most skilled knights in the realm to win her. Theirs is a love story of fairy tales and wild passion, a battle of wills as well as brawn.

Allys wants to choose her own husband, one who loves life and laughter as much as she does. One who considers her a partner instead of a possession. She has never had any choice but to live by her father’s decisions, and now he’s offering her as grand prize in a tournament.

Thorin must win the hand of a nobleman’s daughter to regain the wealth and position of his family. Consumed by guilt, he will risk his very life to win. Not even her attempts to sabotage his victory will get in his way.

BUY LINKS:    AMAZON

EXCERPT: Instead she led him to a pleasant glade near the edge of the forest. The three of them dismounted, and Paul left Fanny to unpack and set out their picnic. Taking Allys’ elbow, he led her away from where Fanny worked.

Allys looked over her shoulder at her maid. Fanny wrinkled her nose at Paul’s back and mumbled to herself as she spread out the food. Allys smiled apologetically at her, then concentrated her efforts on keeping the amorous Frenchman within Fanny’s sight.

Paul seemed to regard Fanny simply a servant Allys had brought along to work and not as any form of protection against his advances. Allys found herself pushing away his hands or moving out of his reach on more than one occasion.

“Oh, look,” she said as she hurried away from him. “Fanny has readied our lunch.” She sat on the cool grass among the dishes Fanny had set out. There was a small roasted hen, two thin loaves of bread, a round of cheese, and a basket of fruit.

Fanny waited until Paul had seated himself, then spread a cloth for herself along the perimeter of the glade and stretched out, prepared for a long wait.

Allys offered Paul a sample of one dish after another in an attempt to cool his affections. He prattled on and on, and after a while Allys let her mind wander freely, in search of Thorin Svenson.

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#MedMonFall20 ~A Knight in Rusted Armor ep. 3

Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Welcome back to another round of Medieval Monday. Here you may discover new authors writing about love in our favorite time period. Our theme is nature, my favorite. This time we are posting an excerpt from our own books then sharing each other’s snippets on social media. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my #MedievalRomance, A Knight in Rusted Armor.

BLURB: Allys Stone would risk repute as a ruined woman to gain control of her life. Thorin Svenson would battle the most skilled knights in the realm to win her. Theirs is a love story of fairy tales and wild passion, a battle of wills as well as brawn.

Allys wants to choose her own husband, one who loves life and laughter as much as she does. One who considers her a partner instead of a possession. She has never had any choice but to live by her father’s decisions, and now he’s offering her as grand prize in a tournament.

Thorin must win the hand of a nobleman’s daughter to regain the wealth and position of his family. Consumed by guilt, he will risk his very life to win. Not even her attempts to sabotage his victory will get in his way.

BUY LINKS:    AMAZON

EXCERPT: Allys smirked at her maid’s impudence. “Well, I need one today.”

Fanny indicated her own linen dress. “Is this not acceptable?”

“Oh.” Allys took in the simple tunic. Perhaps if she wore a similar garment, Paul would not be so inclined to paw at her the entire day. “Yea, ’tis fine.”

They walked down to the bailey where Paul waited with two mounts. He made no pretense to hide his disappointment at Fanny’s presence. Still, he chatted aimlessly while they waited for the stable boy to fetch another horse.

The three rode through the castle gates and entered the grassy meadow beyond. Allys and Paul rode side by side with Fanny following at a discreet distance.

As usual, Paul continued his chatter as though he needed no audience. Allys smiled and nodded as required. She often found her thoughts drifting to Thorin, and she struggled to force them back to the man at her side.

“Did you not tell me there was a lake nearby? For certes ’twould make a lovely spot for a picnic.”

“No,” Allys said quickly. Paul looked at her with surprise. Allys shifted her gaze. Images of a naked knight with long blond hair rising from the water sprang to her mind. Somehow she did not want Paul there. He might in some way distort that image. “Too many people know of the place,” she said.

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#MedMonFall20 ~A Knight in Rusted Armor ep. 2

Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Welcome back to another round of Medieval Monday. Here you may discover new authors writing about love in our favorite time period. Our theme is nature, my favorite. This time we are posting an excerpt from our own books then sharing each other’s snippets on social media. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my #MedievalRomance, A Knight in Rusted Armor.

BLURB: Allys Stone would risk repute as a ruined woman to gain control of her life. Thorin Svenson would battle the most skilled knights in the realm to win her. Theirs is a love story of fairy tales and wild passion, a battle of wills as well as brawn.

Allys wants to choose her own husband, one who loves life and laughter as much as she does. One who considers her a partner instead of a possession. She has never had any choice but to live by her father’s decisions, and now he’s offering her as grand prize in a tournament.

Thorin must win the hand of a nobleman’s daughter to regain the wealth and position of his family. Consumed by guilt, he will risk his very life to win. Not even her attempts to sabotage his victory will get in his way.

BUY LINKS:    AMAZON

EXCERPT: Allys’ heart sank at sight of the red wax seal that told her the note was not from Thorin. She felt again a raging disappointment, but brushed all thoughts of the man aside as she broke the seal.

Paul had written the note, asking her to join him on a picnic. She climbed out of bed and dragged her feet to the dressing table. She ducked her head as Fanny slipped her smock over her head. “No—no kirtle today. ’Twill be too hot. Just the tunic will suffice beneath my gown.”

Allys stood quietly as Fanny fastened it up the back. She reminded herself again and again how excited she felt by Paul’s invitation and the lovely day they would surely spend together.

“Dress for a picnic,” Allys told Fanny when she was dressed and ready to meet the day.

“Beg pardon, miss?” Fanny made no pretense to hide her surprise.

“Paul Debray has invited me on a picnic. I cannot very well go without a chaperone, can I?”

“N…no, my lady. I suppose you cannot.” Fanny stood gaping at her. “’Tis just that never in all yer years have you asked for a chaperone. Indeed you usually send any chaperone forced upon you on some frivolous task before you mysteriously disappear.”

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#MedMonFall20 ~A Knight in Rusted Armor

Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Welcome back to another round of Medieval Monday. Here you may discover new authors writing about love in our favorite time period. Our theme is nature, my favorite. This time we are posting an excerpt from our own books then sharing each other’s snippets on social media. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my #MedievalRomance, A Knight in Rusted Armor.

BLURB: Allys Stone would risk repute as a ruined woman to gain control of her life. Thorin Svenson would battle the most skilled knights in the realm to win her. Theirs is a love story of fairy tales and wild passion, a battle of wills as well as brawn.

Allys wants to choose her own husband, one who loves life and laughter as much as she does. One who considers her a partner instead of a possession. She has never had any choice but to live by her father’s decisions, and now he’s offering her as grand prize in a tournament.

Thorin must win the hand of a nobleman’s daughter to regain the wealth and position of his family. Consumed by guilt, he will risk his very life to win. Not even her attempts to sabotage his victory will get in his way.

BUY LINKS:    AMAZON

EXCERPT: Allys slept late again the next day. He hates me, she thought the instant she opened her eyes. She had a sinking feeling deep in her stomach at the thought, but she swallowed against it. She wanted him to hate her, did she not? Perhaps he would withdraw. A sudden wave of panic swept over her. She scrubbed her fists against her eyes. She would not lose herself to him. If he hated her, if he packed his things and left, so be it.

Fanny slipped into the room, blessedly interrupting her thoughts. Allys stretched languidly as her maid rushed around her room opening shutters and chattering pleasantly. Claire had already gone. Allys wondered briefly if the little harlot had even come to bed. A quick glance told she had slept in the bed they shared, but Allys guessed it was not for long.

“Oh. It near slipped my mind,” Fanny said. She pulled a note from the pocket of her apron and handed it to her mistress. “He said t’ give it to you soon as you were awake.” She walked to the wardrobe and fingered Allys’ casual gowns. “What shall you wear today?”

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#MedievalMonday ~A Knight in Rusted Armor by Bambi Lynn

Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Welcome back to the forest. It’s here! My first book in more than two years. That’s right. After a two-year hiatus, I have many exciting things happening in the coming months, to include the revamp of my #MedievalRomance series The Knights of Stonebridge and my #paranormalromance series Gods of the Highlands. Today I’m sharing another excerpt from A Knight in Rusted Armor. 

BLURB: Allys Stone would risk repute as a ruined woman to gain control of her life. Thorin Svenson would battle the most skilled knights in the realm to win her. Theirs is a love story of fairy tales and wild passion, a battle of wills as well as brawn.

Allys wants to choose her own husband, one who loves life and laughter as much as she does. One who considers her a partner instead of a possession. She has never had any choice but to live by her father’s decisions, and now he’s offering her as grand prize in a tournament.

Thorin must win the hand of a nobleman’s daughter to regain the wealth and position of his family. Consumed by guilt, he will risk his very life to win. Not even her attempts to sabotage his victory will get in his way.

BUY LINK:    AMAZON

EXCERPT: 

England, 1128

Breathe.

The girl forced herself to obey, silently drawing in a deep breath and letting it out in a measured stream. That did little to slow the pounding of her heart. She pressed her back against the side of the timber building. The floor above her hung out over the muddy street, providing a shadow to conceal her presence.

It seemed she had been hiding for hours, waiting for just the right man. She had waited until all the competitors were registered for the tournament and ensconced within the castle walls before donning her disguise and sneaking into the nearest village. The sun had dipped behind the tree line of the forest, casting shadows on the road and making her mission even more dangerous.

Confident that any traveler stopping at the inn now would be merely passing through. Or at the very least, nothing more than a spectator.

She had been waiting for a man, a particular man. She was not yet sure what those particulars were, but she hoped it would come to her when she saw him. Regardless, he must not see her. If he did, she would lose her advantage.

She stopped breathing again when she detected the sound of hoof beats over the raucous laughter behind her. It came from the tavern on the ground floor. She leaned forward enough to see two men riding down the street toward her. She ducked back into the shadow.

He must not see me.

Her labored breathing came in great gasps now. She covered her mouth with both hands as the two men rode past her and stopped before The Lazy Dog. The big one stared up at the sign over the door long enough for her to admire him.

A leather thong held the thick length of his hair at the base of his neck. She could not discern the color in the fading light, but she was glad it did not hide his features. Full lips. A sharp jaw. She followed the line down his neck, corded with his head tilted up, to his broad shoulders and arms and thick with muscles.

She noticed the fine quality of his cotton twill surcote, even though a thick layer of dust covered it. The full moon had risen enough now that she could make out the green and white arms sewn to the breast. She detected a splash of red. Towers maybe? And some kind of large cat rearing out of the top.

This man was no pauper, not that it mattered.

He was the one.

 

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#MedievalMonday ~A Knight in Rusted Armor by Bambi Lynn

Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Welcome back to the forest. I’m thrilled to announce the release of my brand new #MedievalRomance. After a two-year hiatus, I have many exciting things happening in the coming months, to include the publication of a few books! I won’t bore you with the details, so instead I’m sharing an excerpt from A Knight in Rusted Armor. Release day is this Sunday, but you can pre-order now. 

BLURB: Allys Stone would risk repute as a ruined woman to gain control of her life. Thorin Svenson would battle the most skilled knights in the realm to win her. Theirs is a love story of fairy tales and wild passion, a battle of wills as well as brawn.

Allys wants to choose her own husband, one who loves life and laughter as much as she does. One who considers her a partner instead of a possession. She has never had any choice but to live by her father’s decisions, and now he’s offering her as grand prize in a tournament.

Thorin must win the hand of a nobleman’s daughter to regain the wealth and position of his family. Consumed by guilt, he will risk his very life to win. Not even her attempts to sabotage his victory will get in his way.

BUY LINK:    AMAZON

EXCERPT: When Allys saw him sitting proudly on his bay stallion, her heart seemed to stop beating. Then just as quickly, it began to pound with such force she had difficulty drawing a breath. A jolt of animal lust surged through her. He gaped back at her, the reins of his unmoving steed gripped between meaty fists. Although those big hands looked capable of snapping a man in two, Allys knew they could also bestow such gentleness and pleasure a woman could die from wanting him to touch her. He had not secured his hair, and a soft breeze sent it swirling around him like a golden fleece.

His gaze bore into her, his dark brown eyes imploring her to concede recognition. Yet she refused to acknowledge him.

She stood frozen, compelling her brain to regain control of her body. She wanted nothing so much as to leap over the rail and launch herself at him. Instead, she flew from the dais and raced back to the safety of the castle as fast as her gown would allow.

 

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#MedievalMonday ~Mask of the Highlander by Bambi Lynn

Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Welcome back to another round of Medieval Monday. Here you may discover new authors writing about love in our favorite time period. Our theme this time around is nature, my favorite. Today our hop has come full circle, so I’m sharing the final excerpt from my #Paranormal #MedievalRomance, Mask of the Highlander.

BLURB:Once she was afraid to touch him. Now she’s afraid to let go.

Forced to marry to avoid war between clans, Kenna Cleary endured three days of her new husband’s painful brutality, unaware of his demon heritage. Leaving her for dead, he rode off to battle the English. In the five years of his absence, she bore him a daughter, increased his holdings, and gained the love and respect of his people. Now he’s home. Must she and the clan learn to endure his cruelty once more?

Can an ancient Celtic god find peace in the mortal world?

The Laird of Domhnul has returned from war a changed man—moreso than his wife can possibly know. Now the warrior faces a new battle, one for his wife’s heart, and his peoples’ trust. He must walk the knife’s edge of deception and danger, all while learning to manage the supernatural power flaring inside him and discovering a heritage he never imagined.

But when his father embroils both them in a deadly plot, can the couple find a way to prevent war between their clans?

BUY LINKS:    AMAZON

EXCERPT: Arduinna held up her hand to prevent argument, absently noticing the greenish tone of her skin had faded out here in the open. “For your own protection against,” she turned her hand from side to side, marveling at the change, “you know, temptation.”

Demona narrowed her eyes but did not argue. She let her gaze return to Ioeannan. “Thank you,” she said without looking away from her unconscious lover. Her strained voice was barely more than a whisper. “I am indebted to you.”

Arduinna groaned, swatting at the fairies who had gathered to get a better look at the god. “Please, just do not pay me in fairies.” She leaned forward to release Ioeannan from his slumber. When she stood, Demona was gone.

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