#MedievalMonday ~ #Giveaway Winner and #Free Books

We have finally wrapped up our latest theme. This time, we decided to hold a contest. One lucky winner gets a free copy of each of the books featured in this round. This reader visited and commented on every blog, every week, and all that hopping has paid off. Congratulations to Karen Markuson! Thank you, Karen, for being such a loyal Medieval Monday reader.
But wait! You can still get free books. Well, at least one. During this round, I featured the 3rd episode in my Viking Erotica series, The Vikings. The premiere episode, Gunnar, is free today only. Here is a quickie to whet your appetite.

Oliana waited in her new husband’s bed chamber. Her heart hammered in her chest. And no wonder. She’d heard rumors about his brutal, sadistic tastes. She shuddered as fear swept her from head to toe. She had speculated too long about the treatment she would receive from him on her wedding night. Now she waited, their vows complete. The consummation of those vows imminent. Once he claimed her, their bond would be unbreakable.

What a strange word: bond. Oliana would be bound to du Fossé until death. From what she’d heard, that could be soon if she did not comply with her husband’s depraved demands.

Her guardian, the Seneschal of Neustria, had held on to her dowry far longer than expected, counting on her bride-price to bring him a much sought-after commodity. After much negotiation, he finally agreed to an alignment with du Fossé. The seneschal wanted the island for the control it would afford him, and du Fossé could only benefit from this elevation in society. Marriage to the seneschal’s ward would take him farther than any amount of fen-sucking had heretofore afforded him.

She shivered when a chill brushed across her skin. Her nipples hardened painfully. Oliana choked back tears, squeezing her eyes tight against the single drop that slid down her cheek. She would not cry. Her husband was reputed to despise weakness and was well known as a merciless man. Tears would only garner his wrath, and no matter what, Oliana knew she must please him if she wanted to survive.

Get your free copy of The Viking: Gunnar by clicking here.

BLURBGunnar Sigurdsen needs a place for his band of Norsemen to hold up for the winter. An unguarded stronghold at the mouth of the Seine River is the perfect target.

Oliana du Fossé waits helplessly for her brute of a husband to claim her. She doesn’t realize she is being seduced by an invader from the north until it is too late.

Will Gunnar and Oliana set aside their differences long enough to create a safe haven that just might last longer than a season?




#MedievalMonday ~ Wrap-up and #Giveaway

Greeting, gods and goddesses. Thank you for paying a visit to the forest. Today we are wrapping up our Hero and Heroine First Encounter with a reminder that this time, we’ve been holding a contest. To enter, all you need to do is go to each of my snippets and leave a comment. The prize: #FREE BOOKS!!

That’s right. It’s not too late to enter. Just click on each author’s name to follow the links and leave a comment. You must comment on each post to be entered. Winner will be chosen next Monday, November 20. Good Luck!

Excerpt #1: Barbara Bettis

Excerpt #2: Judith Sterling

Excerpt #3: Lane McFarland

Excerpt #4: Sherry Ewing

Excerpt #5: Elisabeth Hobbes

Excerpt #6: Nicole Locke (Scroll to page 6.)

Excerpt #7: Ceci Giltenan

Excerpt #8: Laurel O’Donnell

Excerpt #9: Jenna Jaxon

Excerpt #10: Ashley York

Excerpt #11: Mary Morgan

Excerpt #12: Cathy MacRae

Excerpt #13: Ruth A. Casie

Excerpt #14: Bambi Lynn

Be sure to stop by next Monday to see if you’re a winner!

#MedievalMonday ~ Bambi Lynn

Yep. You read right. I’m all alone today. This is the final Medieval Monday for our Hero and Heroine’s first encounter theme and the final excerpt from my #Medieval #Erotica, Bron.

She stood before him, naked, vulnerable. It made no difference that he vowed not to hurt her. He could do with her as he wished and most likely would before the night was over.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Leda, my lord.”

“Leda, I am Brondulf Adilsson. You can call me Bron.”

If you’d like to check out the entire series, start with Epidsode I, Gunnar. 

BLURB: After escaping the brutal tyrant who holds her under his boot, Leda’s newfound hope is shattered to discover her safe-haven to be nothing more than a den of brutal Norsemen, intent on conquering all of Francia and claiming its riches for their own. When she is offered as a bed slave to the fiercest Viking of them all, she despairs to realize freedom comes at a price.

Brondulf Adilson has struck terror into his enemies for as long as he can remember, to include the women who share his bed. Shunned for his frightful appearance, he doesn’t expect compliance from his new thrall and is resigned to forcing her to his will.

But the beauty he finds himself saddled with turns out to be anything but meek and compliant.

BUY LINK:   Amazon  

Medieval Monday ~ The #Vikings

If you’re familiar with my work, you know I write Paranormal Romance, mostly set in the Middle Ages, or the Medieval period. I’ve only recently ventured into the contemporary and am still finding my way. My heart is in the Middle Ages. I’m sure I lived there in a previous lifetime. I’m fascinated with everything about it. But what you may not know is that I also write Viking…shhhhh…Erotica.

I was first published in the genre back in 2011. I released three books with that publisher: Wrath of the Fire God, The Valiant Viking, and Broken Armor.  After starting the Gods of the Highlands series, I missed my Vikings. I became hooked on the Vikings television series (History Channel) as soon as it began, but wanted more in between episodes and (worse) seasons. The Valiant Viking is still one of my best-sellers, so I thought, why not a series of erotic shorts that feature Vikings?

If you are a fan of the show (or maybe even if you’ve never seen it) you know that Rollo was the first Duke of Normandy. After invading Francia (present-day France), he was granted that title as payment to the Norsemen (Normans) to stay and protect the coast from future invaders. 

My erotica series, The Vikings, is centered around a group of Vikings who take over the small island fortress of Jeufosse, outside of Paris intending to hold up for the winter. One after another, they — to keep this post suitable for all audiences, let’s say — fall for a local woman they have claimed as a thrall, or slave. They accept this Danegeld (payment), along with Rollo and many others, to become the first Normans. 

If you’re looking for an intricate plot and deeply developed characters, please don’t read this series. But if you like a quick, hot romance this is just the series for you. Episodes I and II (Gunnar and Wulf) are currently on sale — 2 for the price of 1. You can get them by clicking here. There is also a third episode, Bron, and episode IV, Thorleif, will be out in just in just a few weeks.

Thanks for stopping by. Skál!

#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

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

Sexy Saturday ~The Valiant Viking

I’m just devastated that History’s Vikings had ended for this season. I love that show so much! I’m considering going back and watching again from the beginning. After four seasons, surely there are things I’ve forgotten.  Those rough and rugged barbarians have inspired me since I first began writing, so today I’m giving you a peek at one my first books, The Valiant Viking.

the-valiant-viking-cover-200-x-300EXCERPT:  At the sound of approaching footfalls, Rolf closed his eyes, slowed his labored breathing. His senses, keen despite his injuries, detected the approach of a female. He knew by the sound her feet made upon the earthen floor. She squatted next to him. He felt her gaze on him even before she nudged his shoulder. He made no response. Better to wait and discern her intentions.

The woman prodded him, with more force this time. She dropped to her knees. Her bare thighs brushed against the bruised flesh along his ribs as she knelt next to him and placed her hand on his chest. He struggled not to wince at the pain, relieved though it was by the feel of her warm flesh against his.

When he again made no response, her touch became gentler, almost caressing. His heart hammered against her palm, but as she traced his wounds with her fingertips, he almost lost control. Many a full moon had come and gone since he had felt the soft stroke of a woman.

Her touch soothed him. Despite the calluses of a hard life, her tiny hand felt soft against the ragged planes of his body. As she stroked his skin with a feather-light touch, he imagined her loving caress could take away all his pain. She continued her scrutiny of him, sliding her hand across his stomach and charting a path from his chest to his…

By the gods. She was a bold wench. She stroked his tight curls with the tips of her fingers, tickling him beyond what a mere man should be able to tolerate. Her tantalizing caress tortured him, almost more than he could stand. His cock stirred, awakened and sought attention from the brazen wanton who knelt at his side. She jerked back with a gasp at the sudden growth of him.

If the woman realized he no longer slumbered, she did not show it. He struggled to control his breathing, not yet wanting to alert her. He dare not risk a peek, more than curious now, anticipating her next move.

His cock stretched to its full length. The sweet pain almost chased away the hurt of battle. He listened to the woman’s heavy breathing and resisted a knowing smile. Back home, the size of his cock had become legend amongst the women of the surrounding clans.

Instinctively, he knew he was not in Ulfrik’s kingdom. He had probably washed up on the coast of Angleland. He had engaged in many an onslaught along these shores, but he had yet to sample any of the dark beauties he had encountered, choosing instead to claim his reward from the wealth of gold and silver piled high after each raid. He had taken note of the ripe farmland, the settled villages that flourished. He had dreamt of a life less…debauched.

While his comrades violently relieved themselves on the unwilling slaves they captured, he preferred his women compliant. He took nothing they did not offer freely.

So far, none of the local women had offered.

As he lay there struggling to remain motionless, he considered taking a slave of his own. He almost laughed. Here he lay, naked and injured, and all he could think about was taking a slave. When she took him in her gentle grip, his ruse drew to an abrupt end.

In one swift movement, he flew at her, flipped her onto her back, straddled her thighs and pinned her arms to the floor.

BLURB: Can a foundering seaside village survive the onslaught of marauding Vikings bearing down on them?

Desperate to save her village from a band of Norsemen sweeping down the coastline, Kaylla catches her first ray of hope when she discovers one of the pillaging heathens washed ashore. Perhaps they can use this captive to bargain for the safety of their village. Rolf Bloodhands, sole survivor of a traitorous attack on his king’s fleet, assures her that his kinsmen will not spare the easy conquest of their waning village for the life of one man. Instead he teaches them the basics of defense and combat with the meager weapons they have available. If they fail to stave off the invaders, the few villagers left will either be killed or enslaved.

With only two days to prepare for an invasion sure to decimate her village, Kaylla is shocked by her attraction to the hunky Norseman she has enslaved. Who knew fear of imminent death could drive an innocent woman to explore the oldest sins known to man.