First Kiss Friday with Rue Allyn


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Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. Today’s guest is my friend Rue Allyn who has an excerpt from One Moment’s Pleasure. Enjoy this first kiss scene!


All sense fled before Edith’s fury. At the same time she wanted to hit him and kiss him.

Kiss him? Where had that thought come from? Massively uncomfortable, hot, nerves itching, overwrought with confused emotions, and uncaring of the consequences, she had to show him who was in charge. She marched up to him, stood toe to toe then stretched toward his frown and pressed her mouth to his.

The softness of his lips shocked her. Who would believe such a hard expression could feel so good? She inhaled. The scents of mint, leather, and the faint odor of chocolate swirled in her head, anger drowned in a flood of desire. After a moment, his mouth responded, moving ever so slightly back and forth across her own. This was even better. Tiny lightning bolts struck her skin. The itching hadn’t stopped, in fact the tingling sensation increased. It felt wonderful, and Edith wanted more.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her body fall against his until they were pressed together from shoulder to knee. A thousand new sensations overwhelmed her, and she tried to get closer. His arms tightened around her in a most gratifying manner.

Inwardly Edith crowed, and the knot of tension in her belly loosened. She’d kissed him, and he’d returned her kiss. She’d shown him that she was in charge. Her desires would take precedence.

One Moment’s Pleasure
Wildfire Love Book 1
By Rue Allyn

Love will build a future on the ashes of the past.

One Moment’s Pleasure will become a lifetime’s passion when spinster, Edith Alden, embarks on a search for her missing sister. Pretending to be a rich bored woman looking for an interlude with an anonymous male Edith enters the San Francisco bordello where her sister was last seen. She escapes the bordello almost too easily, but she can’t escape the passion ignited by a stranger’s kiss.

Born and raised in the brothels of the California gold rush, Dutch Trahern worked for years to erase a childhood spent committing petty crimes and worse in order to survive. That past comes back to haunt him in the form of a woman he rescues from prostitution. Now his hard won respectability is threatened by an irresistible desire for a woman he shouldn’t want.

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Award winning author, Rue Allyn, learned story telling at her grandfather’s knee. (Well it was really more like on his knee—I was two.) She’s been weaving her own tales ever since. She has worked as an instructor, mother, sailor, clerk, sales associate, and painter, along with a variety of other types of employment. She has lived and traveled in places all over the globe from Keflavik Iceland (I did not care much for the long nights of winter.) and Fairbanks Alaska to Panama City and the streets of London England to a large number of places in between. Now that her two sons have left the nest, Rue and her husband of more than four decades (Try living with the same person for more than forty years—that’s a true adventure.) have retired and moved south.  When not writing, enjoying the nearby beach or working jigsaw puzzles, Rue travels the world and surfs the internet in search of background material and inspiration for her next heart melting romance. She loves to hear from readers, and you may contact her at  She can’t wait to hear from you.

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First Kiss Friday with Sherry Ewing & a Giveaway!


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It’s First Kiss Friday but how about some Christmas in July? Who knew that was a thing? Well… apparently lots of authors because you’ll see a lot of us promoting our Christmas stories. So let’s take a look at the first kiss scene from my novella One Last Kiss: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time (Book Five). I really do enjoy writing my time travel adventures. Read down to the end to be in the running for an eBook of this medieval/time travel story! Happy reading and enjoy, my lovelies!


“Your name is Thomas,” she stated the obvious and finally took a seat opposite him, but she perched on the edge of her chair, at the ready to take flight if the need arose.

Thomas leaned back, attempting to appear calm when he was anything but composed. “Aye, I am Thomas Kincaid, lately of Berwyck, and you are one of those future women who continues to plague this place.”

“How do you know that?” she questioned, afore reaching for the jug of wine and pouring a cup. She offered him the chalice, and when their hands briefly touched, tingling sensations ran up his arm.

“We have met afore in my dreams. I will assume the same holds true for you since you knew my name as well.”

“Yes… I have dreamed of you, too,” she whispered, afore standing to pace the length of the room. “How is this even possible?”

Thomas shrugged, but he watched her every move, expecting her to disappear from view. “One does not tend to question such a gift, or so I have heard from the others who came afore you.”

She cocked her head to one side as though reliving some memory. “A gift or a curse?” she whispered, afore she crossed her arms and placed her hands beneath her underarms as though hugging herself.

“I would prefer to think on it as a gift and certainly nary a curse that you are here with us.”

“I am a long way from home, Thomas,” she murmured, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Perchance ’tis a Christmas blessing you appear to us for the holiday,” he mused aloud. He leaned his arms upon the chair, his hands forming a steeple whilst inspecting her further. “Will you be missed? In your own time, that is?”

She shook her head, and Thomas was thoroughly captivated as her blonde hair swayed to and fro. “No. Well, that isn’t necessarily true, I suppose. I have a few friends who might wonder where I am, but I have no family that I can claim.”

He nodded, feeling her plight. “I, too, am without my family, although I had hoped such circumstances might change in my future. Berwyck has been my home now for many a year. The MacLaren clan took me in when my father disowned me.”

Jade stopped her pacing. “Oh, Thomas, I’m so sorry. How horrible that must have been for you.”

Thomas let out a low curse. “I am not certain why I even shared such a private matter with you, my lady.”

“You don’t have to call me that.”

“Call you what?” he asked, pondering where he had erred.

My lady. You don’t have to call me that.”

Thomas’s mouth dropped open. Was she mayhap of yeoman stock or a woman of ill repute? He frowned for he had never thought of her as such when he dreamed of her. “Of course, I do. You are a lady, are you not?”

She laughed, and the pleasant sound rang through the room like a fresh breath of springtime. “Well, I am a woman, Thomas, but I certainly don’t have a title or anything. I’m just me… Jade… from America.”

A-mer-i-ca, he silently mouthed the words of her origins. “You are a long way from home, for I have not heard of such a place.”

“So, I have been told. Out of place and time it appears,” she whispered so softly, he almost missed her words.

Silence descended upon the room with only the crackling fire to break the mood that had come upon them. He stood and went to her.

He was pleasantly surprised when she watched him as carefully as he observed her. “You are not afraid of me?”

A small smile lit her face. “No, of course not, unless you think I should be.”

“Nay, I do not,” he answered honestly before giving her a short bow. “Mayhap, we should start again. I am Sir Thomas, ever at your service, my lady.”

“And I’m Jade. A pleasure to finally meet you, Sir Thomas.” A short giggle escaped her afore she held out her hand for him to take.

“I am certain the pleasure is mine,” he murmured. Bending to brush a kiss across her knuckles, his eyes widened when he became distracted by a strange glow coming from her opposite hand. ’Twas then that he recognized she wore his ring!

Suddenly, her left arm swept around his neck with alarming speed. The force brought their bodies together, and he could feel for himself when Jade attempted to catch her breath. “Thomas! I swear I didn’t do that on purpose.”

“Aye, I know,” he muttered as his eyes widened in surprise when a power bigger than either of them could have imagined began to bring their lips closer together.

“Thomas…” she said in a breathy whisper.

“Jade…” he returned as their breaths mingled on a heartbeat afore they surrendered to their first real kiss.


Jade was unsure what madness had overcome her to be kissing a man she barely knew, but, in many ways, she felt as though Thomas had always been a part of her. Crazy as it may seem to even have such thoughts, she gave in to the invisible energy surrounding and pulling them together.

The moment their lips touched, everything changed. Where before she felt as though she were being forced into something she didn’t want, now, it was as if this was where she was always meant to be. With Thomas… in his arms… kissing him with all the love she could muster up for another human being.

Their kiss ended just as quickly as it had started. Their breaths ragged, they could only stare into each other eyes. Thomas reached down to caress her cheek, and a sense of wonderment filled her, knowing she had truly crossed time. He gave her a half smile as though he had heard her thoughts before he leaned down to taste what she now freely offered. It was as though they were now in control of their destiny.

Thomas deepened their kiss, and she heard his moan of pleasure even as she held back one of her own. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been kissed before, but there was a reason she had remained single for so long and not married right out of high school like so many had done. No man had ever stepped into her life that seemed to be the other half of herself or just the piece of her that had been missing. She had sworn to herself she would never settle, but with Thomas, she had an instant connection she knew she would never find again in any other man. In an instant, the universe tilted as though they became as one, almost as though Zoe’s words pulled them together from across the centuries.

As though she watched the scene in a movie theater, his arm wrapped around her waist, and he held her even tighter, bending her over. He made her swoon as no other man had ever done before. Her hand reached up and took ahold of his hair. Gosh, she never wanted to let him go. Emptiness surrounded her when he abruptly tore his lips from hers and pushed away from her. The cooler air of the room coming into contact with her flushed skin caused her to shiver.

One Last Kiss: The Knights of Berwyck,
A Quest Through Time (Book Five)
By Sherry Ewing

Sometimes it takes a miracle to find your heart’s desire…

Scotland, 1182: Banished from his homeland, Thomas of Clan Kincaid lives among distant relatives, reluctantly accepting he may never return home… Until an encounter with the castle’s healer tells him of a woman traveling across time—for him.

Dare he believe the impossible?

Present Day, Michigan: Jade Calloway is used to being alone, and as Christmas approaches, she’s skeptical when told she’ll embark on an extraordinary journey. How could a trip to San Francisco be anything but ordinary? But when a ring magically appears, and she sees a ghostly man in her dreams…

Dare she believe in the possible?

Thrust back in time, Jade encounters Thomas—her fantasy ghost. Talk about extraordinary. But as time works against them, they must learn to trust in miracles.

Can they accept impossible love before time interferes?

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First Kiss Friday with Lana Williams & a Giveaway!


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Welcome to another First Kiss Friday! My guest today is Lana Williams who is offering an eBook of her novel A Rogue No More to one lucky commenterIsn’t this cover just beautiful and this excerpt is going to make you rush out to get yourself a copy! Be sure to read all the way to the end and comment to be in the running for Lana’s giveaway. Happy reading, my lovelies, and enjoy!

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Annabelle looked beautiful this evening in her lilac gown. A white ribbon with tiny pearls was wound amidst her brown curls, softening her appearance. Thomas was as fascinated by her feminine beauty as he was by her ability to write clever, gritty mysteries. The woman was a conundrum, and damn if he didn’t like puzzles. That was one of the reasons he’d enjoyed her book so much.

“And?” Her lips were parted ever so slightly as she listened to him, her head tilted to the side. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was trying to entice him into kissing her.

Need coursed through him at the thought, eliminating all others. His hand lifted as if of its own accord to touch the softness of her cheek. Had the kiss they’d shared all those months ago been as titillating as he remembered? He had to know.

“And I would like to kiss you,” he whispered in the darkness, desperately hoping she’d agree. “May I?”

Her eyes widened as if surprised he’d asked. “Yes.”

Before he could remind himself why this was a bad idea, he kissed her. Her lips were firm beneath his, and she responded with cautious enthusiasm as if she, too, were curious to see if what they’d experienced before had been an anomaly.

He deepened the kiss, using his tongue to encourage her to allow him entrance. Her mouth tasted sweet and held a hint of champagne. Their tongues swirled while they explored what pleased the other. Passion quickly rose to blot out all else. He placed his hands on her waist and drew her against him, enjoying the feel of her curves and appreciating how well she fit against him.

Before he could decide whether he was delighted or dismayed to realize the kiss was everything he’d remembered and more, she eased back.

“Mr. Raybourne.” Her breathlessness nearly made him grin. He liked the idea that she was as unnerved by the kiss as he was.

“Thomas, please.” He dearly wanted to hear his given name on her lips. He realized just how attracted he was to her when she ran a finger along his cheek where he knew his dimple appeared.

“Thomas.” She said his name slowly as if becoming accustomed to it. That only made him want to kiss her again.

“Annabelle.” He’d thought her name so often that it came naturally to him, rolling off his tongue with ease. “I should very much like to kiss you again.”

She hesitated rather than immediately saying no, much to his delight, her gaze fixed on his cravat. “I wonder if that would be wise.”

He leaned close, his lips a breath away from hers, and her dark gaze darted up to meet his. The desire that rose inside him as he looked into those eyes took him aback. Yet not even the hounds of hell could’ve pulled him away. “I think it would.”

The small gasp that escaped her convinced him she felt it too—this elemental attraction that refused to be ignored.

A Rogue No More
By Lana Williams

Thomas Raybourne is tasked by his eldest brother to set aside his roguish ways and make a profitable endeavor out of the publishing company their father, the Earl of Carlington, started prior to his death. Bleary-eyed and reluctant, he takes on the assignment, surprised to realize the company’s bestseller is a gritty mystery written by A. Golden. Now he need only convince the author to write a second bestseller so he can turn around the company and help replenish his family’s finances. But discovering the talented author’s true identity upends his world.

Annabelle Gold has carefully guarded the fact that she writes under the name of A. Golden, but when her editor doesn’t return her inquiries about publishing a second book, she is forced to visit Artemis Press. She’s stunned to discover Thomas behind the desk—the very man who tempted her to steal a kiss on a dark terrace months ago. Despite that unsettling moment, she intends to focus on her career, not marriage.

The pair strike a deal to publish Annabelle’s second book, but soon discover a murderer is copying scenes from her first book. Now, they must identify the killer before he strikes again. Thomas knows he’s out of his league, both with Annabelle and the investigation, but he finds an unexpected ally in her and can’t resist exploring the passion he finds in her arms. Her belief in him makes him think he might be more than the worthless bounder his father always called him. Annabelle wonders if Thomas is more than a rogue as his courage and cleverness—not to mention his kisses—make her reconsider her plans for the future.

Not only are their hearts in danger, but their very lives. Can they stop the killer before he strikes again with one of them as the next victim?

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Lana Williams is a USA Today Bestselling and Amazon All-Star Author who writes historical romance filled with mystery, adventure, and sometimes a pinch of paranormal to stir things up. Filled with a love of books, Lana put pen to paper and decided happy endings were a must in her stories.

Her latest series is The Rogue Chronicles, set in the Regency era, where rogues meet their match in the most delightful way. The Seven Curses of London series, set in Victorian London, is about men and women who attempt to battle the ills of London, and the love they find that truly gives them something worth fighting for.

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Medieval Monday with Sherry Ewing


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Can you believe this is our last week for our nature theme for Medieval Monday? Where did the past ten weeks go? I’m ending this theme with the final excerpt from Love Will Find You: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time (Book Four). As you recall, Killian and Ella have fled Berwyck and are traveling south. Happy reading and enjoy, my lovelies!


“Killian! Put me down this instant,” she ordered.

“And have ye fall when yer legs give out again? I think not.”

“This is highly inappropriate,” she barely choked out her reply before he adjusted her within his arms in order to pull a blanket from the gear on her horse.

“Ach! We are grown adults, Ella. Do ye honestly think I will let a woman in my care come tae harm?” he grumbled, making his way a short distance to a nearby log. “Dristan would have my head and I currently like its placement.” He tossed the blanket upon the ground before kneeling down to gently set her upon it.

They stared one to the other, neither putting any distance between them. Her fingers automatically curled into the length of his hair, the softness pulling to her senses.

“Yer safe, my lady. Ye can let go now.”

His words were lost to her just as surely as she had lost all sense of reality. “What?” she murmured.

He chuckled and gave her a truly wicked grin as though he knew where her thoughts had led. “I canna tend tae a fire if ye continue tae hold onto me, Ella.”

He might as well have thrown a bucket of frigid water upon her. Good heavens! What is coming over me, she mused. She quickly tore her arms from around his neck and folded her shaking fingers in her lap. “Sorry,” she muttered in embarrassment.

Killian wrapped the blanket around her. “No need tae be apologizing, Ella. Rest yerself and I shall tend tae camp.”

“I can help,” she said, starting to rise.

He gave her a gentle nudge on her shoulder. “Nay. There is no need. Ye are in my care so for once let someone take care of ye for a change.”

“I am used to fending for myself.”

He stood but watched her intently. “And I admire ye for it, but for now let me see tae keeping ye safe. Ye have fended for yerself far longer than ye should have.”

He walked away leaving her there in the dark with her thoughts running amuck inside her head. Soon, a small fire was lit at her feet to take the chill of the night air away, but ’twas the sound of Killian’s low singing of some Scottish song that lulled her into a peaceful sleep. She would have been startled to know that he observed her far into the night before he found his own slumber.

Love Will Find You:
The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time (Book Four)
By Sherry Ewing

Sometimes a moment is all we have…

Ella Fitzpatrick is a woman with a secret. As she comes and goes from Berwyck Castle, seeking refuge within its gates, she yearns to be reunited with the one for whom she crossed time from the twenty-first century. She has lived another lifetime in the twelfth century waiting for the date of their reunion and it is almost upon her. But how could she have known the man she believes she loves is not the person she needs?

Killian of Clan MacLaren has been infatuated with Ella for many a year but has guarded his heart, knowing her affection lies with another. When Ella must flee Berwyck, Killian vows to escort her to her encounter with destiny. But passion flares between them and there is no doubt the bond they have is far greater than either of them expected.

Their time together is running out. Killian has a decision to make that might give him and Ella a future together. If you could change someone’s past, would you seize the moment?

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Medieval Monday with Bambi Lynn


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Welcome to Medieval Monday and the last of my guests before we return back here for my final snippet. It’s week nine and I’m happy to welcome returning guest author Bambi Lynn who has a snippet from Mask of the Highlander. You’ll have to tune in next week on her blog to find out what happens! Enjoy!


“He is too proud to hide. And locking him away somewhere on the earth is not enough. Ankou would find him. He must be hidden away somewhere Ankou will not think to look. You have the power of time-travel. You could hide him anywhere, during any era. He would be safe then. He would have your protection.”

“It is a lot to ask. Why should I do this for you?” She could guess the answer, but again, that would make it too easy for Borvo’s cheating wife.

“Do not do it for me, but for him.” Demona nodded at the god lying prone at their feet. “You are the goddess of justice. There is no justice in Borvo’s curse. It is not Ioeannan’s fault he is irresistible.”

Arduinna’s eyes were pulled again to Ioeannan as she considered Demona’s plea. One thing was certain. It was not fair for anyone to be so decadently gorgeous. “Very well,” she finally said. “I will do as you ask, but not for you. It was your inability to control yourself that put him in danger to begin with. I will secret him away, but only I will know his whereabouts.”

“But –”

Mask of the Highlander
By Bambi Lynn 

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?



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Medieval Monday with Kelley Heckart


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Another week has rolled on by so that must mean it’s time for Medieval Monday. Please help me welcome our newest member to our blog hop, Kelley Heckart. She’s a new author to me so I’m always happy when I can share the love of a good book from a new author. Please enjoy her snippet from White Rose of Avalon. Happy reading, my lovelies!


Morgaine sat on the soft grass. She stared at the silver spring, listening to songbirds singing happy melodies from the shelter of the apple trees. Thunder rumbled from beyond the mists that shrouded the Isle of Avalon. Thoughts of what lay ahead troubled her. The monk Roderick spoke true when he had said that she needed their help as well. It was true that her powers were weak on the earthly realm, which was why she counted on the druid Merlin to help her. She needed the monks to stay out of her way and not influence the High King with their Christian God.


White Rose of Avalon
By Kelley Heckart

Do you like captivating, passionate historical fantasy featuring King Arthur, Gwenhwyfar, Merlin, Nimue, Morgaine, and Lancelot? Inspired by The Mists of Avalon, this sensual retelling of the Arthurian romances brings these legendary characters to life.

Destiny cannot be altered.

With Britannia falling to the Saxon hordes, Morgaine, Queen of the Faeries, has no choice but to make a pact with the Christian monks. She promises to give them a High King who will unite the Britons against the Saxons if he takes a queen from the faery realm. Morgaine hopes this will restore the Goddess faith and return Avalon to its rightful place. She sends Lancelot to guard the future High King, but when a love potion falls into the wrong hands, all seems lost.

Gwenhwyfar is the only hope for the future, but betrayal, revenge, and forbidden love surround her, all of which could send both Britannia and Avalon into ruins.

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First Kiss Friday with Rue Allyn


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Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. Today’s guest is my dear friend Rue Allyn who has an excerpt from her upcoming novel One Day’s Loving. It’s available for pre-order now.I love this cover, don’t you? Happy reading my lovelies and enjoy!


“You do not love me, sir. What you offer is a marriage of convenience. Although what convenience such an alliance may be to you, I cannot imagine.”

His expression hardened, his jaw growing tighter by the moment.

Mae gathered her courage and continued. If she was going to reveal her feelings, she would show them all. “Grandfather did not encourage participation in the social scene. Therefore I have no social standing that can bring you any advantage. You cannot possibly want to marry a penniless woman, and I will not believe you so callous that you would propose marriage as a means to have a child simply to allow yourself access to the Alden fortune. A fortune that, I remind you, you already control as executor. Marriage to me can do nothing for any ambitions you have.”

The ice left his eyes. “You say a great deal of what I will not gain by wedding you, but nothing of what you will lose.”

Her lips trembled, and her hands fisted in her skirt. She would not expose herself further and risk derision for her fears. Instead, she fell back on pride. “As long as the Alden estate remains unsettled, my sisters and I will be objects of pity, whether we wish it or not.”

“I do not pity you, Mae. I despise your situation, and I am greatly concerned for your safety.”  He grasped her shoulders, turning her to face him.

She wished she could mistake his meaning. “Once the terms of Grandfather’s will become public, I am well aware I may be the object of undesirable and unwanted attentions from men of all sorts.”

“His will places you in danger of another abduction and worse. You need a protector.”

“You believe that protector should be you.”

“It would be one advantage of our marriage. You would also have a confidante, someone with whom to share your troubles. You might even discover unexpected pleasures.”

“Being under the legal protection of a man has brought me more sorrow than pleasure.”

“Not all men are like your grandfather. Marriage to me would be very different from his guardianship. Allow me to demonstrate.”


He drew her close and bent his head. His eyes filled her vision, and he laid his lips over hers.

She inhaled a silent gasp of surprise. Then heat and surging pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She should not want this. She should resist. If she yielded, she would have no place to hide. Her feelings would be exposed. Did she have the courage to step from the shadows? She wasn’t in any danger now—or was she?

His lips played on hers. The kiss lingered sweet with yearning. Something—desire?—rippled through her as his arms enfolded her and his mouth coaxed hers open. Yet she still held herself back from the fascinating changes his touch wrought in her body.

Despite a burning rush of sensation, she could not throw caution to the flames. Nonetheless, she returned the kiss, desperate to know if he offered safe harbor or only deeper darkness. She wanted to cast aside fears to indulge in one bittersweet instant of madness, one day of loving when pleasure and delight held the world and worry at bay. She did not dare. She nearly wept, certain she would never again have the chance.

When James lifted his head and released her, Mae felt dazed, disoriented. Fire leapt in his hazel gaze. A tender smile tilted his mouth—that talented, hazardous mouth.

She wanted to reach for him, but she’d already risked too much. Safer to retreat, rebuild the defenses where she could hide from the emotions he stirred.


“Well?” His question dropped into the silence.

A becoming blush colored her face. She stepped back, looking everywhere except at him. He wished that blasted will to Hades.

She lifted her hands to cover her cheeks and cleared her throat. “I have given you my answer and do not feel obliged to explain. Once that onerous will is in the past, I may see things differently. If you still feel so inclined, you may restate your offer then.”

His mouth twitched. He was sorry to have embarrassed her, but he could not regret the kiss. “What if I don’t want to wait?”

Though strained, her voice was steady, but her hands trembled. She made a valiant attempt to maintain outward calm.

“While our acquaintance is short, you have never shown yourself to be an impatient man. A single kiss will not convince me that you have developed a sudden and demanding passion for me. Be practical, sir. Our marriage would serve neither of us well.”

One Day’s Loving
By Rue Allyn
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Persephone Mae Alden is the invisible Alden sister, quiet, industrious, generous, kind-hearted, loyal and reliable.  The words used to describe Mae remind her of a well-trained dog.  She’s not happy about it, but what can she do?  She likes her quiet life and would be seriously upset if she had to defy convention like Edith or act on instinct like Kiera. But everything changes when necessity forces her to bravery and she must choose between love and family.

A horrifying bequest convinces Boston attorney James W. Collins V that Mae Alden needs a husband, and she’s just the type of wife he wants. The two of them will be a perfect match. Refusing his offer makes no sense, so why won’t the woman accept?

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About Rue Allyn:  Author of historical and contemporary romances, I fell in love with happily ever after the day I heard my first story. (Yes, I was a precocious little brat who read at the age of two, but I could hear much earlier than that.) I studied literature for far too many years before discovering that writing stories was much more fun than writing about them. Heck, as an author, I get to read the story before anyone else. I am happily married to my sweetheart of many, many years. Insatiably curious, an avid reader and traveler I love to hear from readers about your favorite books and real-life adventures. Crazy Cat stories are especially welcome. You can send me your words of wisdom . . . Don’t shake your head at me; all words are wise in one context or another. You can trust me on this; I’m an author. As I was saying, you can send your words of wisdom, humor, and friendship to me at Can’t wait to hear from you

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Medieval Monday with Jenna Jaxon


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You’ve seen this author here before. Please welcome Jenna Jaxon to my Medieval Monday blog. It’s week eight on our Nature theme and we hope you’ll enjoy her next snippet from her novel Time Enough To Love. I just love everything about this cover, don’t you? Happy reading, my lovelies, and enjoy!


Alyse, her eyes squeezed closed, shook her head.

His body suddenly went rigid as he asked, “Has the pestilence returned, Alyse?”

“No,” she whispered.

Geoffrey slumped, but he prodded again. “Do you know what is wrong, Alyse?”

A slow nod–oh, but she dreaded what she was about to say.

“Then you can tell me, sweetheart, for I beg pardon for what I said about Thomas, if that has distressed you. You are more important to me than anything else in the world, so you must let me know what is wrong.”

She struggled to sit up, despite the cold. Geoffrey helped her and immediately put his arms around her, trying to keep her warm, but she shrugged away and turned to face him, raised her hand to caress his cheek and said simply, “I believe I am with child, my lord.”

Time Enough To Love
By Jenna Jaxon

When Lady Alyse de Courcy is betrothed to Sir Geoffrey Longford, she has no choice but to make the best of a bad bargain. The hulking knight is far from her ideal man, and although he does possess some wit and charm, he is no match for the sinfully sensual man she secretly admires, Thomas, Earl of Braeton, her betrothed’s best friend.

From the first, Sir Geoffrey finds himself smitten by Lady Alyse, and, despite her infatuation with his friend, vows to win her love. When Geoffrey puts his mind to wooing Alyse, he is delighted to find her succumbing to his seduction. But when cruel circumstances separate them, Geoffrey must watch helplessly as Thomas steps in to protect Alyse—and falls in love with her himself.

As the three courtiers accompany Princess Joanna to her wedding in Spain, they run headlong into the Black Plague. With her world plunged into chaos, Alyse struggles with her feelings for both the men she loves. But which love will survive?


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First Kiss Friday with Becky Lower


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It’s another First Kiss Friday and today I have a new author as my guest. Please help me welcome Becky Lower who has an excerpt from A British Heiress in America. It’s currently up for preorder with a release date of June 25th. Be sure to show Becky some love by leaving her a comment after reading her snippet! Happy reading and enjoy, my lovelies!


He took a step further into the room. “Here I thought you had something important to discuss.” His smirk, the one that drove her crazy, appeared. She had a sudden urge to slap it from his face. To kiss it from his face. She took a step toward him but kept her hand to her side.

“This is important. To me, anyway. You’ve been privy to my full name for weeks now. It’s high time you return the favor.” She took a step closer to him and could smell the salty air that was so much a part of the man’s scent. Her nose twitched at his familiar odor, and she fought against inhaling sharply. That would only make her dizzy, and she had no wish to act like a swooning debutante in front of him. At least not until she found out who he was.

He stared at her for so long she forgot the question. Her gaze slipped from his blue eyes to his full bottom lip and back again before he answered. She took another step toward him. They were as close as they’d been the other day. This time, she wouldn’t let him off the hook. At least, not before divulging a secret or two. The man had too many of them.

She stared into those blue eyes that reminded her of the sky over the Atlantic and didn’t waver. Except for the gulp of air she had to take. She could feel his gaze scorching a path down her cheek, on her lips, her eyes. She popped open another shirt button to cool her body.


His whisper rode into her senses. What was left of them, at any rate? What had he said?


He nodded and raised a hand to caress her cheek. “That’s my name. Daniel.”

His thumb brushed over her lips and she opened her mouth, taking his thumb between her teeth and sucking gently before she grazed her teeth over his callused digit. She nearly laughed at his audible intake of breath and the quick departure of his thumb. Yet, he held her cheek firmly in his grasp, so she leaned in and kissed that lower lip that had been driving her insane for weeks before she backed out of his grasp.

“All right, Captain Daniel. Don’t make me beg. What is your surname?”

He had a dazed expression on his face. Pippa breathed a bit easier. She hadn’t lost her touch with men. He might consider himself an American, but he really was no different from the British men of the Ton over whom she’d held sway for the past few years. Still, this particular man intrigued her in a way none of the Ton had been able to do. He was rugged rather than soft, tanned from the sun rather than pasty, muscled rather than puny. American, rather than British.

“Do I need to ask again, Daniel?”

He blinked and shook his head. “You have no need for anything more.”

She sauntered back to him and threw her arms around his neck. “I prefer to be privy to the full names of the men who kiss me.” Her lips brushed his again. Soft as a baby’s backside. Just as she thought.

She could feel his shoulders bunch under her arms as he raised his hands to grasp her. He unhooked her arms from his neck and backed off a step as he pinned her with his gaze. “Button your shirt back up, Pip. You don’t want the men to see your binding. Because the only thing worse than a storm at sea is to have a woman on board.”

He fled from the room, wide-eyed, as if she were Medusa and her hair had just transformed into snakes. She stomped her foot. When that wasn’t enough, she kicked over a chair. Damn the man anyway. Daniel-whoever-he-was.

A British Heiress in America
By Becky Lower
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Release Date: June 25, 2020

Lady Philippa Worthington wants to marry young and sexy.

Her father plans for her to marry stodgy…old…and rich.

What’s a beautiful British heiress to do if she’s going to escape a life of passionless marriage? With her father planning to sell her off to the highest bidder in order to support his own lavish lifestyle, Pippa knows there’s only one thing she can do to save herself.

Lady Philippa dons boys’ clothing and stows away on a London ship destined for the American colonies and a new life. One full of hope, freedom, and the chance to finally live up to her feisty nickname among the rough sailors—‘Pip.’

But instead of finding independence on the high seas, Pippa is plunged deep into the dangerous world of espionage–and the arms of handsome Daniel Simmons, a merchant sailor for the British—who is also an American Revolutionary spy!

Torn between allegiance to her home country and the passion she’s always been searching for, Pippa now faces an unexpected threat—and it may cost Pippa and Daniel the very freedom—and love—they’ve both been searching for.

If they manage to survive the very heart of the beginnings of the Revolutionary War, can the daring spy find love in the arms of A BRITISH HEIRESS IN AMERICA?

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Amazon best-selling author Becky Lower has traveled the country looking for great settings for her novels. She loves to write about two people finding each other and falling in love, amid the backdrop of a great setting.  Becky has a degree in English and Journalism from Bowling Green State University, and lives in an eclectic village in the Sandhills region of North Carolina with her puppy-mill rescue dog, Mary. She loves to hear from her readers at Visit her website at

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Medieval Monday with Mary Morgan


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It’s hard to believe it’s already week seven in our Nature theme for Medieval Monday! It’s always such a pleasure to welcome back my friend Mary Morgan to my blog. She has an excerpt for you today from To Weave A Highland Tapestry. Enjoy and happy reading!


As she gazed into his eyes, Gwen noted the man definitely exhibited the signs of a fever. They were glassy and unfocused. She drew near and reached outward with her hand. When she touched his cheek, he flinched. “I’m merely checking your temperature.”

The man radiated fiery heat, confirming her suspicions. “You smell like honey.”

His smile broadened. “Ye have a cool touch, lass, and ’tis the mead. Alastair was kind enough to give me one cup.”

The burr of his voice skimmed over her skin, and Gwen snatched her hand away. She took a hold of his arm. “You need to get back into bed.”

Patrick chuckled softly. “Are ye going to tuck me beneath the furs?”

Heat blossomed in her cheeks, but she refused to look or answer the man.

“Will ye stay and bring me comfort?”

To Weave A Highland Tapestry
By Mary Morgan

Do they dare unravel the past for a future of love?

Patrick MacFhearguis, hardened by battles won and lost, desires what he can never have—peace within his heart and soul.  Yet, the ever-meddling Fae weave a new journey for him to conquer—a task this highlander is determined to resist.

When skilled weaver, Gwen Hywel, is commissioned to create a tapestry for the MacFhearguis clan, she embraces the assignment. While seeking out ideas, she finds herself clutching the one thread that can alter the tapestry of her life and heart.

A man conflicted by past deeds. A woman with no family of her own. Is it possible for love to unravel an ancient past, in order to claim two badly scarred hearts? Or will the light of hope be doused forever?

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