First Kiss Friday with guest Jude Knight


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Any day that I can introduce my friend and fellow Bluestocking Belle Jude Knight to my First Kiss Friday blog is a really good day. Jude writes incredible stories that pull you in from page one and makes you want to start all over again when you’re done. Today Jude has an excerpt from The Lost Wife, one of her short stories in her upcoming release Lost In The Tale. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading!


A rattle drew their attention to the kitten. It had found the saddle bags, and was batting a loose strap so that it swung and knocked two buckles together.

“Ah, Angel, thank you for the reminder,” Magnus said. “Callie, I have a Christmas present for you.”

He didn’t have to let her go—just lean across and pull the bags towards him, the kitten scampering behind, enjoying the new game. It pounced on the flap he wanted, and he picked it up and handed it to Callie while he pulled out the oilskin wrapped package he wanted.

“Here, Callie. I was going to give this to you for Twelfth Night, but I cannot wait. Merry Christmas.”

She turned slightly so she could lean against him and use both hands to unwrap the package, and he kept one arm around her while with his other hand he turned the kitten on its back and tickled its belly with the end of a saddlebag strap.

“Marcus? These are the deeds to Blessings.”

“I had them from Lewis just before I put him on a ship for South America. He will not be back, Callie. His schemes and lies and cheating are all public knowledge, and the men he has wronged are baying for his blood.”

“And now you own Blessings?”

“You own Blessings. We didn’t have time for a proper marriage settlement, and with my identity in doubt… Well, now that I am confirmed as earl, I have corrected that oversight. It is in the package. It just needs your signature. Unless you want changes. I will make any changes you wish, Callie. All I want is for you to be happy.”

Callie was crying again, but smiling as well. “You are turning me into a watering pot, Magnus.”

He bent to kiss away the tears, and when she turned further towards him to ease that gentle service, he drifted his lips across hers, at first just brushing then settling to press and caress. He urged her mouth open with his own, and brushed her tongue with his. Her tentative return thrilled through his body and he sank into the kiss, feeling at last at home, after all these years.

Sharp pinpricks and an anguished yeowl recalled him to himself, and he eased slightly away from Callie to lift an offended Angel from between them.

“Even Christmas Angels should not come between a man and his wife,” he told the kitten, sternly. Callie giggled, a happy bubble of a sound that he had heard many times long ago and missed like a lost limb. He bent to kiss her again, holding the kitten out of the way, this time.

“I don’t deserve you, Callie,” he said again.

Lost In The Tale
Release Date: September 6, 2017

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Come sample my wares: four short stories and a novella to entertain and surprise you.

The Lost Wife: Teri’s refuge had been invaded: by the French, who were trying to conquer their land, and by wounded soldiers from the English forces sent to fight Napoleon’s armies. The latest injured man carried to her for nursing would be a bigger challenge than all the rest: he had once broken her heart. (short story)

The Heart of a Wolf: Ten years ago, Isadora lied to save her best friend, and lost her home and the man she loved when he would not listen to her. Ten years ago, Bastian caught his betrothed in the arms of another man, and her guilt was confirmed when she fled. Ten years on, both still burn with anger, but the lives of innocent children and the future of their werewolf kind demand that they work together. (short story)

My Lost Highland Love: Interfering relatives, misunderstandings, and mistranslations across a language barrier keep two lovers from finding one another again. The Earl of Chestlewick’s daughter comes to London from her beloved Highlands to please her father, planning to avoid the Englishman who married her and abandoned her. The Earl of Medford comes face-to-face with a ghost; a Society lady who bears the face of the Highland lass who saved his life and holds his heart. (short story)

Magnus and the Christmas Angel: Scarred by years in captivity, Magnus has fought English Society to be accepted as the true Earl of Fenchurch. Now he faces the hardest battle of all: to win the love of his wife. A night trapped in the snow with an orphaned kitten, gives Callie a Christmas gift: the chance to rediscover first love with the tattooed stranger she married. (short story)

The Lost Treasure of Lorne: For nearly 300 years, the Normingtons and the Lorimers have feuded, since a love affair ended in a curse that doomed dead Lorimers to haunt their home, the Castle of Lorne.

Now the last Marquis of Lorne, the last of the Lorimers, is one of those ghosts, and the Duke of Kendal, head of the House of Normington, holds the castle.

Kendal doesn’t care about the feud or the ghosts. He wants only to find the evidence that will legitimate the son his Lorimer bride bore him before her death, and to convince his stubborn housekeeper to marry him.

But the time allotted to the curse is running out, and his happiness depends on finding the Lost Treasure of Lorne before the 300 years draws to a close. (novella)


Jude Knight’s writing goal is to transport readers to another time, another place, where they can enjoy adventure and romance, thrill to trials and challenges, uncover secrets and solve mysteries, delight in a happy ending, and return from their virtual holiday refreshed and ready for anything.

She writes historical novels, novellas, and short stories, mostly set in the early 19th Century. She writes strong determined heroines, heroes who can appreciate a clever capable woman, villains you’ll love to loathe, and all with a leavening of humour.

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Medieval Monday with guest Jenna Jaxon


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We’re on week two of our Medieval Monday First Encounter snippet theme. Today’s guest is Jenna Jaxon and her excerpt from Bethrothal. Remember you have a chance to win all the eBooks from our First Encounter theme by commenting on all our blog posts! The more you comment, the bigger your chances. We hope you enjoy Jenna’s snippet. Happy reading!


If I were to marry Lord Braeton, then we would likely be much in company with his friend. She sighed. I suppose I will grow used to him.

The prospect did not delight her.

“Lady Alyse de Courcy!” King Edward called out again, bringing Alyse’s head up like a startled deer. “Present yourself before the court.”

Alyse shot off her seat. Oh, Lord! She had kept King Edward waiting.



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?



You can find Jenna’s snippet for next week on Judith Sterling’s blog here.

Jenna is hosting me this week with For All of Ever: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time Novel (Book One). You can find her blog here.

Thanks to everyone who stops by and leaves a comment!


First Kiss Friday with guest Jennae Vale


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Welcome to another First Kiss Friday. It’s my pleasure to welcome back my friend, Jennae Vale and her excerpt from, A Long Forgotten Time – Book Seven of The Thistle & Hive Series. Her covers are just stunning, aren’t they? We hope you enjoy this glimpse into Jennae’s world. Happy reading!


Brenna awoke with a start.  There was a man in her bed and she was touching him!

“Is everything alright?  Did you have a bad dream?” Zeke asked, concern evident in his voice.

“I’m fine.  I’m just not used to sharing me bed.  I forgot ye were here.”  She rolled away from him and sat up.  “Is this what it’s like to be married?”

“I wouldn’t know, but I imagine it’s a lot more than just sleeping with someone.”

“Aye.  Ye’re right.”  The thoughts and feelings she was having were very conflicted.  Although she enjoyed the feel of Zeke’s chest beneath her cheek and it had caused her to experience an odd sensation in her belly, she was embarrassed to have found herself in such a vulnerable position.  She didn’t want Zeke to think she needed him for anything more than her escape from Castle Treun.  “We should rise.  We can begin our journey to Breaghacraig as soon as we’re ready.”

“What’s your hurry?” Zeke teased.  “Are you afraid they’ll make us stay?”  A crooked grin lit his face, flustering her and causing her belly to do flip flops.

“Nae.  Of course not.  Greer will be saddling our horses and packing our bags for us.”

“She really doesn’t like you, does she?”

“Nae.  This castle has always been mine to manage.  ’Tis me… ’Twas me home.”  She hated the fact that she was being driven out of the only home she’d ever known, but she had a new life awaiting her and it was time to say goodbye to this one.   “Greer wants to be in charge and having me here has been a threat to her.”

“You could say the same.”

“What do ye mean?”

“I think you were threatened by her presence as well.”

Brenna could feel the anger welling up within her.  “How would ye know that?  Ye’ve only been here a few days.  Ye should nae judge,” she yelled.

“Okay.  Okay.  Calm down.  I wasn’t trying to insult you.  It’s just that… Look, I know she’s been pretty awful to you, but I also think you felt as if you’d been replaced and had no value because of it.”

Brenna didn’t speak.  He was right, but she wasn’t about to let him know that.  She began to get out of the bed, but Zeke grabbed her hand and held her there, rubbing his thumb across it, soothing her, but also stirring something else within her.  She gazed at their hands, and felt a warmth that confused her.  As Zeke continued to hold her hand, she looked into his eyes and saw sincerity.  He really was trying to help her, but why?  No one in her life had ever done anything like this for her and it only muddled things all the more in her head.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.”  He looked at her with a funny, sad expression.  “Our first fight as a married couple,” he chuckled.

“Aye.  I dinnae believe it will be the last.”

“Brenna, I’ll try not to say things that upset you, but I’d appreciate it if you’d tell me when I do instead of being angry with me.”

“Why?  We’ll only be together for a few more days and then ye can be on yer way.” She wanted to be angry with him.  It would make their time together easier on her.  She couldn’t allow herself to have thoughts and feelings about this man that would only hurt her when they parted ways.

“Those few days can be one of two things… heaven or hell.  Your choice.”

“Me choice?  What do ye mean by that?”

“I mean.  You can choose to get along with me or not.  I’ve already decided to be more careful with my words, but I’m not perfect.”

He was giving her a choice.  She wasn’t used to making decisions for herself.  “Alright.  I prefer heaven.”


He released her hand and she felt regret that he had.  Zeke had touched her with his words and his respect for her.  It was best to get out of bed and put some space between them.  She had to remember this was only temporary.  The best thing she could do right now was ignore the man in her bed.  The man who made her feel things she did not want to feel.  There was no time to think about that now, though.  She had to get her things together so they could be on their way.  Zeke stayed in bed and watched her as she gathered the few belongings she wished to take along with her.  She paused momentarily as she picked up the doll her aunt had made her.  She thought about leaving it behind, but found that she couldn’t.  It meant too much to her.  It was the only good memory she’d be taking along and so she quickly stuffed it into her bag.  When she was done she turned to look at him.  He is verra handsome.  And unlike her Da, he didn’t seem to yell about everything.  She would do her best to be pleasant around him.

“I’m ready to go, but ye are still abed.  It seems I’ve married a lazy man,” she teased.  Do ye nae need to pack yer belongings?”

“The few belongings I have are ready to go.  Watching you buzzing from one end of the room to the other has exhausted me.  I think I need to sleep more.”  He lay down and put a pillow over his head.

Brenna picked up the other pillow and slammed him with it.  He didn’t move.  She tried again and this time he threw the pillow off his head and grabbing her wrestled her down to the bed.  She wriggled and squirmed beneath him as she became aware that something hard and long was poking her in the belly.  Both arms were accounted for and it didn’t feel like a leg.  She froze in place, gazing up into a chiseled face and soft blue eyes.  Those eyes were gazing down into hers with the same intensity she was feeling.  Without thinking, Brenna pulled his head down to hers and kissed him right on the lips.  She had only an instant to regret it before he kissed her back and kissed her again and again.  Kisses so sweet she never wanted them to stop.

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Jennae Vale is a bestselling author of romance with a touch of magic.  As a history buff from an early age, Jennae often found herself day-dreaming in history class – wondering what it would be like to live in the places and time periods she was learning about.  Writing time travel romance has given her an opportunity to take those daydreams and turn them into stories to share with readers everywhere.

Originally from the Boston area, Jennae now lives in the San Francisco Bay area, where some of her characters also reside.  When Jennae isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and her pets, and daydreaming, of course.

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Medieval Monday with guest Cathy MacRae


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Welcome to a new theme for Medieval Monday. For the next 14 weeks we’ll be doing snippets of our books about our hero and heroines first encounters. If you comment on any of the author’s threads, you will be in the running for a giveaway of all the ebook’s in this rounds theme.

With that being said, I’d like to welcome Cathy & DD MacRae and an excerpt from their novel, The Highlander’s Viking Bride. Be sure to comment for your chance to win.

Excerpt: The Sinclair’s voice boomed from the high table.

“Allow me to express my sympathies on the loss of yer father. I dinnae know him, but all said he was a good man. This feud has been costly for both clans. I welcome the offer to end hostilities between our people. No one here can remember why we are at odds.”

“’Tis the same for us,” Calder replied.

“Then let us toast to new beginnings,” Sinclair offered as he raised his quaich high. Around the tables, the others followed their laird’s example. So far, their welcome was more than Calder could have hoped for. A prickling sensation down his spine cautioned him something was afoot.


Calder MacGerry, laird of an impoverished clan, has resolved to end the bitter feud between the MacGerrys and Sinclairs. He jumps at Laird Sinclair’s offer of marriage to his only daughter, Katja, to seal the agreement between their clans—only to get more than he bargained for.

Katja’s chance to escape her father’s harsh treatment appears to be too good to be true. But becoming Lady of a clan that despises her because she’s a Sinclair, doesn’t make her life any easier. When the attacks turn deadly, she fights her way out, making a dangerous passage to the Shetland Isles for refuge with her Viking family.

Calder and Katja’s marriage, built on mistrust, rushes quickly into disaster. As Calder seeks to repair the damage, Katja discovers not another enemy, but a husband who pledges a new beginning.

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You can find Cathy’s next snippet next Monday on Barbara Bettis’ blog here.

You can find my post this week from For All of Ever: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time Novel (Book One) on Cathy’s blog here.

Thanks to all those who leave a comment and good luck for the giveaway!

First Kiss Friday with Elizabeth Ellen Carter


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Thanks for stopping by my blog today for another First Kiss Friday. Today’s guest is fellow Bluestocking Belle, Elizabeth Ellen Carter. Elizabeth is celebrating her latest book baby! Captive of the Corsairs is the first in a new series called Heart of the Corsairs – a Regency adventure romance series set in the Mediterranean. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading and enjoy!


“May I escort you topside, Miss Green? Perhaps you would like to dance?”“Just a turn about the deck, if you would be so kind,” she said. “It’s been a long day.”

There. A peace offering of sorts. Had she been truly mad at him, she would have excused herself immediately, but she hadn’t.

Kit rose and offered his arm. Tonight was still and the crew on duty hunted the breeze to keep the Calliopemoving towards their destination. He and Sophia made a leisurely pace to the ship’s bow. Her head tilted towards the moon suspended above them. Her eyes were closed and dark, fan-shaped lashes rested on her cheeks. Then her eyes opened, those dark, fathomless eyes.

“I wanted to thank you for not saying anything to my cousin or Professor Fenton about my absence,” she said.

Kit rested his hip on the railing and shrugged. “By the time I was aware of the circumstances, it was a moot point. It would have been a different matter had I known. Searching for you would put my men at risk and cost us a full day if we missed the tide.”

Sophia swallowed and nodded her head, keeping her face from him.

“Then you’ve placed me further in your debt,” she whispered.

He kept his voice to the same level as hers. “And that’s not a place you like to be, is it?”

Sophia shook her head and coal-black strands flew loose from the chignon.

“’Neither a borrower nor a lender be’, Captain Hardacre.”

“Kit,” he insisted. “With so much in common, surely we’re friends now.”

She gave him a closed-mouth smile, and her eyes closed, too, shuttering the windows of her soul. She was right to do so. He was little more than a pirate and a thief. He would steal what was behind those lids if he could.

“Kit.” His name on her breath was so faint he was lucky to catch it. “I don’t wish to be in your debt.”

He was unprepared for the surge of emotion when those rich brown eyes opened and looked up at him. Kit’s lips lowered to hers and he tasted surprise on them. He shifted his feet to hold her against him more firmly. Desire pumped through his veins as he felt her respond. The soft sigh as their lips parted sent a maelstrom of emotions crashing over him.

He lifted his head far enough to see her clearly. Her eyes were open and bright, perhaps with shock. Even in the pale moonlight, he could see her lips were full with color. Caused by him. He did that to her and it had only been a kiss – a bare touching of flesh.

Never before had he been so quick to arousal. The caress of professionals had never achieved that end so quickly.

Possibly, it had been a one-off, a fluke He’d better make sure. Sophia was quicker and turned her head away.

“Don’t… please… I’m in love with someone else”

 Captive of the Corsairs is exclusive to Amazon

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Elizabeth Ellen Carter is an award-winning historical romance writer who pens richly detailed historical romantic adventures. A former newspaper journalist, Carter ran an award-winning PR agency for 12 years. The author lives in Australia with her husband and two cats.
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Medieval Monday with Sherry Ewing and To Follow My Heart


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It’s the last Medieval Monday before the group of author’s I’m with begins their next theme. Today I’d like to give you an excerpt from To Follow My Heart: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time Novel (Book Three). I just love Fletcher and was glad I could give him his happily ever after ending. In this scene, Jenna is waking up after passing out after her trip through Time. Read on and enjoy this excerpt!


A strange sound rustled across the floor. Footsteps. Softly tread, as if not to wake her.

“I will see to her.” The man’s voice that penetrated through her dreams was forceful in nature, as though he was used to being obeyed and his orders kept without question.
A strange sound rustled across the floor. Footsteps. Softly tread, as if not to wake her.

“But, sir, Mistress Kenna said for me to─”

“Leave us,” he ordered.

Jenna’s thoughts were foggy as she woke, her mind awash with flights of her wildest fantasy that swam in her head. She had been having the most fanciful hallucinations of castles and knights, and heaven and hell. She certainly preferred the former over the premonition of being doomed to the underworld. Feeling relaxed for the first time since her ordeal with Dylan began, a sigh escaped her. She needed to get a grasp on the reality of her life instead of some fiction she created in her imagination from whatever novel she had been reading. Mr. Darcy certainly wasn’t about to come knocking at her door anytime soon, and what a shame was that.

She rolled over onto her back with another heavy sigh. As she stretched in the bed, she realized her head was pounding with one of the fiercest migraines she had ever had in her entire life. Her hand reached up to feel the large knot, and she felt a bandage wrapped around her head. What the heck?

As she attempted to sit up, her head began to spin, and she fell back on the pillow. Something pricked her cheek, and she took hold of whatever was piercing the linen. After pulling it free, she tried to focus on the fact she was holding a quill from a feather in her fingertips. Where in the world did a feather pillow come from? She generally stayed away from buying them, finding they tended to flatten out and not be so poufy.

When she made a grab for her blanket, a gasp escaped her as her hand came in contact with fur. Her gaze riveted around the room, only for her to realize she certainly wasn’t in her own bedroom, or any other room familiar to her. A long thin candle was lit on the bedside table, and shadows cast themselves onto the wall from the fire lit in a fairly large hearth she could have easily stood in. The walls were made of stone, and the floor was bare.

And then, she slowly became aware of his presence when her gaze again swiveled to the fireplace, and she blinked, as though she didn’t want to recognize she wasn’t alone. The man just sat there in silence, staring into the flames with his face hidden in the shadows of the room. Who is he? Has he taken me captive?

“Where am I?” Jenna’s voice was raspy, and she hardly distinguished it was her own.

He flinched, as though she had startled him by disturbing his thoughts. When he came to stand next to the bed, he towered over her, making her quake. “You are awake. ’Tis a good sign.”

Jenna’s mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?” Did he actually use the word ’tis?

“You have slumbered for several days now. Our healer was concerned you may not awake.”


“Aye. Mistress Kenna has been overseeing your care.”

He seemed to be waiting for her to speak and peered down at her until she let out a burst of laughter. “Oh, this is just too crazy,” Jenna replied, causing the giant beside her to frown.

“I do not understand, mademoiselle.”

“Come on out, Amy…you’ve made your point with your little prank,” she called out, waiting for her roommate to jump out of hiding. “Amy?”

“I assure you, there is no one by that name residing here at Berwyck, my lady.”

Confusion racked her brain as she tried to concentrate on what the heck was going on around her. “Then you never answered me. Where am I?”

“Berwyck Castle.”

“A castle?” she muffled a laugh. “That’s a good one. And just where exactly does this so-called castle reside?”

“In the northern realm of England, of course.”

“Right…” Her eyes flicked around the room again in disbelief of what he was telling her.

“You doubt my words?” the man asked. He, too, looked as puzzled as she was feeling.

“Every single one of them.”

“On my honor, I vow, I speak no falsehood, my lady.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“What?” his brows knitted together again, and Jenna began to have the distinct impression this man wasn’t used to having his words questioned.

“Who are you, and why have you taken me hostage? If it’s a ransom you’re after, you’re barking up the wrong tree, mister. I live paycheck to paycheck and barely have a dime to rub together.”

“My apologies for the lack of introduction. I am Sir Fletcher, captain of the garrison knights here at Berwyck, and at your service.” He bowed before her like someone out of one her romance novels. What a great actor.

“Uh huh, like I’ll believe that tale. You should be in the movies.”

“What in God’s wounds is a moo-vie?” His voice boomed, almost rattling her teeth with the level of sound it carried in the room.

“Dammit, stop playing games with me. What are you trying to pull on me anyway? This isn’t funny anymore, and I want to go home.” She was getting angry and scared, all rolled up into one huge ball of emotion, and she was about to break down. Jenna didn’t want to become unhinged from the little bit of reality she had been holding on to.

Fletcher held out his hands, and in her confused state, she assumed he was about to take advantage of her.

“Don’t touch me,” Jenna yelled. Pulling at the blanket, she looked down for the first time, and her eyes widened with the realization she was completely naked beneath the covers. “Where the hell are my clothes?”

“Please, calm yourself, damsel. Do you not remember falling upon the beach?” Fletcher asked her in a soothing voice.

But there was nothing that was going to soothe her shattered nerves as a flurry of surreal visions flashed before her eyes, as if she were living her last moments on earth. Dylan’s rejection, walking along the beach, the Cliff House, and then being pulled almost as if she was being wrenched…through…through what? My Godit can’t be!

A scream of terror burst forth from the depths of her despair. She couldn’t stop, and she slapped away the hands of the madman who seemed to be at the root of her predicament.

The bedroom door burst open and slammed up against the wall. Everything seemed to proceed in slow motion. A bevy of people suddenly filled the room that appeared as though it was growing smaller and smaller by the second. Heated conversations with raised voices swirled around her, conversations she couldn’t keep in order, as sweat began to bead on her upper lip and forehead. Her eyes became blurred once again until she blissfully passed out, and nothing of her fate troubled her further until the dreams came. They were restless and filled with the picture of a man who called her name through time itself, begging her to join him, even as she resisted the pull of his irresistible charm.

To Follow My Heart: The Knights of Berwyck,
A Quest Through Time Novel (Book Three)

Bestselling author, Sherry Ewing, brings you the next installment of her Knights of Berwyck series, To Follow My Heart.

Love is a leap. Sometimes you need to jump…

After a gut wrenching break up with her fiancé, Jenna Sinclair heads to the coast to do a little soul searching. To say everything is subject to change is putting it mildly. Her world is not only turned upside down, but pretty much torn asunder when she is pulled through a time gate on the beach beneath the Cliff House and transported more than eight hundred years into the past.

Fletcher Monroe, captain of the garrison knights at Berwyck Castle, has wasted too much time pining for a woman who will never be his. When he finally decides to move on with his life and focus on his duties, he is suddenly confronted with a woman who magically appears at his feet. This could either be the best thing that has ever happened to him or another cursed event in a string of many. He soon finds he is wildly attracted to her, but she’s scared to death of him ─ not a very encouraging beginning.

From the shores of California to twelfth century England and back again, Jenna and Fletcher must find a way to reconcile their two different worlds before Time forever tears them apart.

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First Kiss Friday with Sherry Ewing & To Follow My Heart


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Today on First Kiss Friday, I’ll be giving you an excerpt from To Follow My Heart: The Knight of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time (Book Three). I was pretty excited to learn back in June, that InD’Tale Magazine reviewed this novel and gave it 4 1/2 stars which earned it the coveted crowned heart. These are exciting times for this author, especially with the Romance Writers of America conference going on this week. I hope you enjoy this first kiss scene between Fletcher and Jenna. Happy reading!


She looked over at him, and she could not mistake the sudden intimacy that came to surround them. She lost her train of thought while she gazed into his unusually colored eyes. What had he been saying?

“Please…call me Jenna.” As she heard her own voice soften, he leaned forward, she presumed, to hear her shyly whispered request.

“Jenna,” he said, just as softly. “Since you have given me permission to use your given name, you must needs reciprocate and call me Fletcher.”

The almost seductive tone of his voice sent another rippling shiver up and down her spine. “If you insist…Fletcher.” She watched the roguish grin spread across his face.

“Aye, I am afraid you must needs indulge my whim,” he continued huskily.

Charm…he had loads of it, and she wondered if this was maybe only a game to him, although she doubted it. He seemed sincere enough, but considering how her past relationships with men had gone, she wanted to tread carefully and not get hurt again.

“And is this all I am to you? Just a whim of fate you’re stuck with, Fletcher?” she blurted out smartly before she thought better of it.

He sat up to lean forward and whispered into her ear. “It gives me great pleasure to hear my name as it passes your lips, even if you are cross with me.”

“You’ve hardly answered my question. Do you think I’m just some easy conquest, because you, more or less, feel responsible for me?” The hair on the back of her neck rose. She wasn’t sure if her body’s reaction was from his hushed words spoken in her ear or was a warning sign to be wary of him.

“I did not mean to insult you, Jenna, and I certainly meant no disrespect.”

He was so close, she could see golden flecks of color in his eyes she had never noticed before. Once again, tingles of pleasure raced from her head all the way down to her toes. But, she wasn’t going to think about what was going on with her body. She tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear to distract herself. He seemed to be waiting for her to come to the realization and decision that he was sincere.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, biting her lower lip. “Everything is just happening so fast, it’s all very confusing. I think I may have said or thought that about one hundred times since I’ve landed here.”

Fletcher reached over to take her hand between his fingers and placed a kiss on its back. She was expecting him to let go, but instead, he only cupped it with his other one, encasing her own trembling hand into a warm cocoon of comfort. “I do not feel this is some game we are playing, ma cherie, although a meddlesome ghost has gone to great lengths to put us together.”

“You’re kidding me?” A laugh escaped her, and yet, if time travel were possible, then why not ghosts, too?

“Nay, my lady. I would not jest about so serious a matter. I must admit, I am still bemused as to his motives, but I believe he may have been aware of my need to have someone to complete my life. He must have sensed your need, as well.”

“I don’t know how a ghost from this century could know anything about what I need or want for my life.”

Fletcher gave her a small smile. “I will not try to presume to know the wandering thoughts or motives of Sir Rolf, but you are here. Surely, that alone must tell you something of the miracle that has brought us together.”

Jenna hesitated only for a moment. “And do you speak to this ghost friend of yours often? I assume he is a friend of yours.”

“Aye, he was a friend, and I fought beside him for many a year.” Fletcher got another far off look in his eyes until he returned to the present. “As for having speech with him, that is another matter, entirely. I have only had one conversation with him, and that was the day you came to us upon the strand. ’Twas mostly a one-sided conversation, since he was muttering most insistent at me inside my head. ’Tis very alarming when one does not expect such an occurrence.”

“That happened to me, as well! I thought I was losing my mind, or whatever I had left of it from this insane journey I seem to be on,” Jenna exclaimed. “I was wondering why I was here, and he said, ‘Because you wished it.’”

“You were wishing to be brought here?”

Jenna’s hand rose to her temple before she turned her eyes to him. “I suppose, in a way, I was. I was wishing for a time of grace and beauty, of knights and castles. Things long forgotten where I live. Now, here I am.”

“Amazing.” Fletcher again brought her hand up to his lips. “I have often heard tell love is a leap. Sometimes, you need to jump in order to find it.”

“Are you asking me to leap to discover it for myself?” Jenna murmured.

“Mayhap, I am, along with having a little faith all will work out, as it should.”

“And are you willing to jump along with me?” She held her breath while she waited for his answer.

He smiled at her, and Jenna swore her heart was about to burst from her chest. “Most assuredly, my lady.”

Jenna wasn’t sure how her hand found its way to cup his cheek. Her thumb rubbed across the bristly stubble on his face. She wasn’t even sure how she found herself leaning forward to kiss him until her lips were but inches from his own. His mouth parted as she began to close her eyes. Their breaths mingled together as one. For one heartbeat, reality had no meaning, and when his mouth descended upon hers, she forgot everything else but him. The kiss was one dreams were made of. Gentle, soft, undemanding, one she could replay in her mind a hundred times and still want to hit rewind so she could watch and relive the overwhelming sensations all over again.

Thunder sounded in the distance, bringing Jenna back from falling off the edge of one of the most romantic phenomena that had ever happened in her entire life. Before she could speak, Fletcher captured her lips in another quick kiss that was over far too quickly for Jenna’s liking.

“Fletcher…” she gave a breathless sigh. “That had to be one of the most perfect first kisses in the history of mankind.”


TIME TRAVEL/HISTORICAL: Jenna Sinclair is looking to soothe her wounded ego after a nasty breakup by visiting her favorite location in San Francisco, but while walking the beach she is suddenly transported through a portal that catapults her back in time to Berwyck Castle, England in 1182.

Garrison captain Sir Fletcher Monroe has met his fair share of time travelers. When a ghost advises him to visit the beach he follows his instincts, and loses his heart when Jenna arrives. While still acclimating to the past Jenna is compelled to return to her own time− but how can she return and still pursue her feelings for Sir Fletcher?

A treat for time-travel buffs, “To Follow My Heart” is a well-written tale that will engage readers with its originality. As the third installment in the Knights of Berwyck series, this tale is strong enough on its own merits that it will lend readers to overlook hints and partial histories alluding to the first two books. Finding herself a fish out of water, strong-minded Jenna adapts rather quickly. Readers will find her even more endearing upon her second journey through time. Sir Fletcher is a hunky, honorable knight who will do anything to keep Jenna safe while staking his claim on her heart. The turning-of-the-tables in this tale provide the endearing qualities authors strive for. This time travel with multiple journeys gives the everyday a fresh twist that will pique reader’s curiosity in order to seek out previous installments.

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Medieval Monday with Sherry Ewing and A Knight To Call My Own


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Today on Medieval Monday I’d like to give you an excerpt from A Knight To Call My Own that is currently on sale for just $0.99! Not bad for a full length medieval romance! I hope you enjoy this excerpt from Lynet and Ian’s journey to finding love. Happy reading and enjoy.


The music came to a close. She could only manage to stand there with her chest heaving as she attempted to breathe normally and kept wondering how she could escape his presence without appearing rude and incurring Dristan’s wrath. Afore she could take flight, Ian gently took her elbow and began guiding her from the hall. Others attempted to stop their progress and keep them from leaving the chamber, but Ian managed to brush aside those who would ask for the honor of her next dance.

She barely felt the turret stairs beneath her slippered feet as they began their steady climb to the upper floors housing Berwyck’s family. Up they went ’til they reached the third landing, and she suddenly began to wonder at his ploy. Surely, he does not expect to go to my chamber now, does he? Alarm flashed briefly in Lynet’s eyes as he did, indeed, steer her towards the right and down the passageway.

“Where are you taking me?” Her voice shook with her distress. Ian gave her a look that almost shouted she should know better than to think he would harm her.

They continued onward, passing her doorway, and Lynet finally let out her breath in relief. ’Twas only a momentary reprieve, for he opened the door to Amiria’s solar, sliding the bolt into place behind them once they entered.

She put as much distance between them as she could. Looking around the room, Lynet quickly came to the conclusion there was not much space in the chamber, and she began to feel as though the walls were closing in on her. He advanced. His plaid swayed about his muscular legs that were no longer encased in tight fitting hose. Her eyes darted to find someplace to rest upon other than his handsome face and spectacular body; a body that radiated such a heat as she had never felt afore. He reached out for her hand and took it.

Her breath left her with a rush of excitement that practically blinded her to anything other than Ian’s warm skin. Scorching hot awareness to his every move raced up her arm at his touch, and she felt as though her very blood was on fire. She felt herself losing a battle she had no idea she was even in. She needed to get away from him quickly, and yet, with this fleeting thought, he brought her closer. He lifted her chin so she had no alternative other than to stare upon his face.

She tried to calm her nerves and strengthened her resolve to not give in to this man who had broken her heart. God’s bones, but no man should look so beautiful, she mused. For beautiful he was, in her mind, even more so than she had remembered him. He had always had such an effect on her, and it mattered not that he was older than she. For as long as she could remember, he had been the man she had fallen in love with at such an early age. The heart knows what it wants, and their age difference was not a concern, at least not for Lynet.

Ian ran his finger down one of her cheeks. She shivered in delight as her body naturally responded to the subtle caress. “We have not much time for speech, Lynet,” he whispered tenderly.

She saw his lips moving, but her feeble attempt to pay attention to his words failed her as panic of being alone with him began to set in. “What?”

He looked on her with an amused expression. “Dristan… he will come in search of us,” he answered. “I but wished to speak with you privately so we could come to an arrangement.”

“An arrangement?” Her eyes narrowed when she became suspicious of his motives for being here. Does he honestly believe he can just lay claim to me as easily as that?


He does! Merciful heavens, did she appear to him as some simpleton, or merely a naive fool who would willingly come to him after a crook of his finger?

Lynet pulled out of his arms and stood behind a chair, as if this simple act of putting such an inconsequential piece of furniture between them in itself would protect her from his advances. “Surely, you jest, or did you not witness the spectacle outside our gates?” She was doing everything within her power not to let her temper flare out of control.

“Nay, I do not see the matter as something to jest about,” Ian replied, taking several steps towards her. “I would have thought you to be happy to see me after all this time, or am I mistaken?”

“I would have been happier if I had seen you afore you sent that bloody note!”

“I had nothing to offer you at the time ’twas written, Lynet. Surely, you can understand my plight and reasoning for sending such a missive.”

“I waited for you for all those years, and you wrote me but a few lines. A few lines, Ian!” Her fingers balled into fists at her side. Although, in truth, she would have liked to have beat them against his chest to drive the point of her frustration into his thick skin. How could he not know what his absence had done to her poor little heart?

“I told you at my leaving not to wait. Nothing changed over the years, and ’twas not ’til recently that I was told I should write so you could go on with your life.”

“You did not even write of your own accord?” she shouted at him and began shaking with fury. She turned towards the fire to mask the anger that was about to get the best of her, but she could not keep the words from pouring out her mouth as she turned to face him once more. “Who told you to send me such a missive?” The words rushed from her pursed lips whilst uncontrolled rage wracked her frayed nerves.

“There was only one who would share such information with me, since she had recently come from Berwyck,” Ian answered. “I do not see how this makes any sort of difference other than, at the time, I thought ’twas only right to do you such a service.”

“Who?” Lynet said between clenched teeth.

“’Twas the Lady Katherine de Deveraux, Riorden’s wife. Was she mistaken by hinting you still held an undeniable fondness for me?”

“Nay, she was not mistaken,” Lynet whispered. Recent memories flooded her mind as she remembered unburdening her soul to Katherine. She had first come to the castle with Riorden, who was a lifelong friend and comrade of Dristan’s and had been the captain of his guard. Looking at the couple, one did not need Kenna’s gift of sight to see how much they were in love, although they had had a rough course to overcome to find how deep that love truly was.

Katherine had returned several months later, alone and distraught, thinking her husband had forsaken her and had turned to another. Heavily along with child, Riorden had at last found her, once he learned his wife was actually alive and not dead at the bottom of the Coquet River near their home of Warkworth. Lynet could only surmise Katherine had most likely felt she was doing Lynet a favor by confiding to Ian. She supposed she could forgive the lady such a trespass. The timing of his return, however, could not have been worse.

“And what of now, Lynet,” Ian continued. He sought to pull her to him, but she brushed off his attempts and folded her arms about her. He gave a heavy sigh.

“Now?” She cried out with a muffled laugh, showing how truly distressed she really was. “Now, my laird, you are far too late, or did you forget I am at present only a prize to be won to the highest bidder?”

“I am sure I can convince Dristan to halt this nonsense of finding you a husband amongst those who may want to win your hand,” Ian declared. “Besides, I must needs marry, else the elders of the clan plan on ensuring they choose a bride for me.”

“Oh, do they now?” she huffed. “And, I suppose, you think I would at least be biddable and thankful to become your wife more so than any other of your acquaintance?”

“Why should my bride not be, at least, someone with whom I am familiar? At least, I know you.”

“Ha! You do not know me, else you would have been here long ago and not kept me waiting six long years to see you again!”

He advanced on her ’til she felt the wall pressed against her back. With nowhere else to turn, she held him back by firmly placing her hands upon his chest. Touching him was a huge mistake, for there was nothing but hard muscles beneath her fingertips, as solid as the stones behind her!

“Tell me you are not happy to see me, sweet Lynet.” The huskiness in his voice was almost her undoing, yet again.

She lifted her eyes to meet his. Damn! Mistake number two! She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she had missed him. “I am not happy to see you!” she retorted meaningfully. Lifting her chin a notch, she prayed the expression she gave him was a defiant one. His chuckle led her to believe she had failed in her quest to appear indifferent to his charms.

“Perchance, you should tell your eyes that, little one, for your gaze tells me your lips speak a falsehood.” His grin was surely from the devil himself, as it broadened whilst she attempted to mask her feelings for him. His deep laughter rumbled in his chest, only giving evidence she had completely forgotten her hands were still pressed upon his granite-like torso. She let go quickly with the feeling she had been burned.

“Go back to the Highlands and marry some other witless girl. I care not who you wed, as long as ’tis not me,” she yelled, pulling herself from his arms and making her way to the door. She slid the bolt back and opened the door, only to come face to face with a very angry brother-in-law.

“Is there something amiss here?” Dristan demanded.

“Nay,” Lynet cried out in frustration, “nothing is amiss. Ian and I are finished here. Let the damn games begin!”

A Knight To Call My Own
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When your heart is broken, is love still worth the risk?

Lynet of clan MacLaren knows how it feels to love someone and not have that love returned. After waiting for six long years, she has given up hope of Ian’s return. Her brother-in-law, the Devil’s Dragon of Berwyck, is tired of waiting for her to choose a husband and has decided a competition for the right to wed Lynet is just the thing his willful charge needs to force her hand.

Ian MacGillivray has returned to Berwyck Castle in search of a bride and who better than the young girl who cared for him all those years ago. But Lynet is anything but an easy conquest and he will need more than charm to win her hand in marriage.

From the English borders to the Highlands of Scotland, the chase is on for who will claim the fair Lynet. The price paid will indeed be high to ensure her safety and even higher to win her love.

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First Kiss Friday with guest Kathryn Le Veque


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Welcome to another First Kiss Friday. It’s my extreme pleasure to welcome Kathryn Le Veque to my blog. Kathryn is sharing an excerpt from ShadowWolfe that releases on July 27th. Thank you Kathryn for being my guest today! Happy reading and enjoy.

Scott was standing over her, looking down at her head, the infant against her breast, and feeling his heart swell in ways he could hardly comprehend. He came around to the front of her, taking a knee and bringing himself to her eye level. The expression on his face was nothing short of raw as he gazed into her eyes.

“Swear it to me,” he breathed.

She nodded fervently. “I swear it.”

It was all Scott needed to hear. Those three words cemented something into his heart and soul that he would never again lose, cementing faith that he thought he’d lost. Faith that there would be happiness again in his life and faith that there was hope for the future. He thought he’d lost those feelings long ago, but Avrielle had somehow managed to bring them back. The realization nearly overwhelmed him.

As the babe nursed at her breast, Scott brought his hands up, cupping Avrielle’s sweet face. All he did was stare at her for a moment, feeling her soft flesh beneath his hands, hardly believing this moment was upon him. It didn’t seem real. Yet, Avrielle was very real in his hands, her skin warm and delicate in his palms, and those lips he’d admired from afar were calling to him.

This time, he answered the call.

His mouth slanted over hers, warm and gentle, as her scent filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. It was a defining moment for him because it spoke of untold promises, unspoken words, and a future he thought he’d lost. He could taste her sweetness upon his lips and he feasted on her, listening to her soft gasps of pleasure as he suckled her lips.

His kisses grew bolder, more demanding, but he knew this wasn’t the place for such things. This was only the beginning of what was to come and his mouth left hers, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, before moving down her neck. Gentle kisses rained over that beautiful neck and onto the swell of her beautiful breasts, feeling the soft and gentle skin against his lips.


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KATHRYN LE VEQUE is a USA TODAY Bestselling author, a charter Amazon All-Star author, and a #1 bestselling, award-winning, multi-published author in Medieval Historical Romance and Contemporary Romance. She has been featured in the NEW YORK TIMES and on USA TODAY’s HEA blog. In March 2015, Kathryn was the featured cover story for the March issue of InD’Tale Magazine, the premier Indie author magazine. She was also quintuple nominee (a record!) for the prestigious RONE awards for 2016 and is again a multiple nominee for the RONEs for 2017.

Medieval Monday with Sherry Ewing and For All of Ever


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There is nothing better than a Medieval Monday unless it’s if I can also share my time travel stories with my readers. For All of Ever: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time Novel (Book One) was a bit of a surprise. I never thought about writing a time travel romance and Lynet’s story from A Knight To Call My Own was supposed to be next. But my character’s are a stubborn lot and had to have their way. I have to admit that Katherine and Riorden are perhaps my favorite couple but shhhh… don’t let the others know.

Enjoy this short excerpt from For All of Ever. In this scene, Katherine is having a dream about the knight she has dreamed about her entire life. In fact, both Katherine and Riorden share their dreams. Talk about a romance crossing time itself. Happy reading!

He stood before her with his hand outstretched for her to take, a bit of arrogance and impatience clearly etched across his features.

“Is it you?” she heard herself ask, even though she would have known this man before her no matter where in time he had found her.

“I only mean to keep you safe,” he declared, not answering her question as he shifted uneasily on his feet. His eyes were ever watchful on the knights standing guard nearby.

“Yes, I know. Have you seen me before?” she asked quietly, hoping that he, too, had dreamed of her.

He gazed down upon her, searching her face until the ocean winds whipped the hood on her cloak from her head then watched with interest as her hair became tossed about. Finally, he reached out to catch one of her errant curls. The tendril wrapped itself around his hand, almost as if laying some kind of claim to him. He began rubbing the tresses between his fingers as if memorizing the silkiness of her locks. She watched as he came back to his senses, and he frowned, she assumed, at her words. “You’re speech is most strange, mademoiselle.”

“I’m not from…the area.”

“You travel with King Henry? Mayhap, you are one of the ladies in waiting at court?” he inquired. One look at her humble cloak would have told him this wasn’t the case.

“No,” she replied simply, for what explanation of where she came from would make sense to him.

“You’re sire is here then. Perchance, I may return you to his side so I can ensure your safety,” he concluded. Once more, he held out his hand for her to take.

She acknowledged his gesture with only a sad smile. “I suppose I’ll one day see my parents again, but I think it’s impossible for now.”

“Then let me, at the very least, see you inside the keep so I may rest, knowing you are not in danger.”

She looked up into his blue eyes and began to wonder if she’d ever seen their color on another. To say they were blue, didn’t do them justice. She had dreamed of him for so many years, she could only stare in wonder that he really stood before her. There was no doubt she trusted him, so she did the most natural thing she could do. Smiling, she looked into his eyes as she reached out to take his hand.

Neither was prepared for the reaction of their hands touching, nay, going through one another. For in truth, they did not stand there in the flesh. They were but memories of what could have been, if only they had been born in the same century. Their heartrending loss brought tears of sorrow to her eyes. With only one look at his face, she knew he felt it, too.

“I do know of you…” he whispered, his voice like a silken caress across her soul.

“You’re name!” she cried out. “Tell me your name!”

He began to fade from her vision, yet still, she heard his voice clearly inside her head. “Katherine…come back to me, my love─”

“I will find you,” she promised him as a mist appeared, surrounding his body until he was at last taken from her sight. Emptiness consumed her entire being with the knowledge he might be lost to her forevermore. She could do only one thing, now that he had been torn from her side. She wept.


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?

For All of Ever is only the beginning of Katherine and Riorden’s journey to finding love and continues on in Only For You. Get both books in Hearts Across Time, a special edition box set.

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