• Home
  • About Sherry
  • Books
    • Reading Order
    • Sherry Ewing Sampler
    • To Love A Scottish Laird
    • To Love An English Knight
    • If My Heart Could See You
    • For All of Ever
    • Only For You
    • Hearts Across Time
    • A Knight To Call My Own
    • To Follow My Heart
    • The Piper’s Lady
    • Love Will Find You
    • One Last Kiss
    • Promises Made At Midnight
    • A Kiss For Charity
    • The Earl Takes A Wife
    • Before I Found You
    • Nothing But Time
    • One Moment In Time: A Family of Worth, Book Two
    • Under the Mistletoe
    • A Second Chance At Love
    • A Countess to Remember
  • Blog
  • Contact Me

Sherry Ewing

~ Historical & Time Travel Romance Author

Sherry Ewing

Tag Archives: Historical

First Kiss Friday with Sherry Ewing & a Giveaway!

24 Friday Apr 2020

Posted by SherryEwing in 2020, First Kiss Friday

≈ 14 Comments

Tags

First Kiss Friday, Friends to Lovers, Historical, Historical Romance, Love Will Find You, Medieval Romance, Sherry Ewing, Time Travel

Today on First Kiss Friday I’ll be sharing the first kiss scene from Love Will Find You that releases on May 19th. I’m super excited for this full-length novel to hit your eReaders. I just know you’ll love Ella & Killian and their journey through Time! Be sure to read to the end to learn about my giveaway. Happy reading and enjoy, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

Her tears tore at his heart, for he had not heard such suffering in many a year. Aye, she had indeed held her emotions in for far too long, if the river of tears soaking his tunic was an example of how she was feeling. He picked her up, even though she protested while still clutching at his tunic. She weighed next to nothing as he carried her to one of the window seats set into the rock wall. Keeping her on his lap, he leaned over to open the shutter to let in the ocean breeze.

She hiccupped, still trying to take in huge gulps of air to calm herself. She made an attempt to disengage herself from his arms but he only tightened them around her. “Dinnae fash yerself, Ella. I vowed I would keep ye safe and keep ye safe I shall, even it if means I must needs take ye myself tae see yer lover.”

Where such a commitment came from, Killian had no idea. Now that he had made the promise, he was not sure if he would be able to just stand idly by while he handed the woman he cared about over to another man. He had never acknowledged his feelings towards Ella to anyone but himself, but she had unknowingly owned his heart for several years now. How could he have confessed such inner yearnings when he knew she pined away for another?

“He was never my lover,” she murmured, almost giving him hope. Wiping her eyes, she gazed upon him sheepishly before scooting off his lap. “I am most sorry for breaking down in such a manner. I do not know what came over me, for I always thought I was made of sterner stuff. What you must think of me.” She turned her head to look out at the dark night sky.

“Ella…”

“This is so embarrassing.” She buried her face in her hands to hide from him.

“Ella…” He tried again to coax her to look upon him. When his words failed, he reached over, took her hands from her face, and tipped her chin up so he could see directly into her eyes.

His only thought was to give her the reassurance she needed, that he would keep her safe. But as he searched her face while staring into her trusting eyes, he knew he was forever lost. He was about to tell her they would ride out before the dawn. Truly, such was his intention. But as he watched her lips part to draw a deep breath, any thoughts of remaining level headed fled in that one instant as the time and space between them seemingly stood still.

He knew he would regret his rash decision, but Killian did not care. To hell with what he should and should not do! He would take and treasure this one moment, for he knew her heart belonged to another. But right now, in this very instant, Ella belonged to him. Without any further thought, and before he changed his mind, he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

***

Their breaths mingled on a heartbeat. Soft. Gentle. Searching. ’Twas an exploration of two beings trying to find one another while a rush of excitement shivered within their souls. A groan escaped her parted lips as she drew in her next breath. Never before had she felt such a deep yearning as she did now.

She knew what it was to live on the outside, yearning for the romance that had passed her by. This kiss was outside of her experience.

Killian must have taken the sound as encouragement for his arms wrapped around her bringing her closer. She reached out to cup his cheek, feeling the stubble of growth across her fingertips, while her other arm snaked around his neck. Her fingers curled into his hair as though she were holding onto him for support. She could feel his hand as it made its way through her hair with a caress. Slanting her head, he took full advantage of the opportunity presented to him as his tongue plunged into her mouth to dance with her own.

If Ella had not been sitting down, she surely would have fallen to the ground in a heap of pleasure. Wave after wave of desire coursed through her as though she had craved this man’s touch her entire life. He made her forget everything but this moment. She cared not when he lifted her once again and she found herself sitting upon his lap. His arms wrapped themselves around her once more and she felt as if she were secured in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. He made her feel safe for the first time in more years than she could remember and she gave herself completely to this man who had addled her wits with just one kiss.

She gulped in air when his lips traveled to her neck. How long had it been since someone had actually made her feel?


Love Will Find You:
The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time (Book Four)
Available for preorder. Release date: May 19, 2020

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?

Buy Links:

Amazon US  |  Apple Books  | Barnes & Noble |  Kobo

Amazon AU  |  Amazon BR  | Amazon CA  |  Amazon  DE  | Amazon ES  | Amazon FR  | Amazon IN  | Amazon IT  |  Amazon JP  |  Amazon MX  |  Amazon NL  |  Amazon UK

Are you on BookSprout?

If you’re a reviewer on BookSprout, I have 24 copies of this ARC still available for review. I’d love for you to follow me and review Love Will Find You. Here’s the link to the ARC: https://booksprout.co/arc/32525/love-will-find-you

Giveaway Opportunity!

Need to play catch up on my medieval/time travel series (although all my books can be read as a standalone)? Then comment below on how you’re keeping busy while sheltering in place. You’ll be in the running for any of my previously published time travel stories. I’ll keep this open through the weekend and a random comment will be chosen as the winner on Monday. Good luck!

 

First Kiss Friday with guest Kathryn Le Veque

21 Friday Jul 2017

Posted by SherryEwing in First Kiss Friday

≈ 10 Comments

Tags

Be My Guest, First Kiss Friday, Historical, Historical Romance, Kathryn Le Veque, Medieval, Medieval Romance, New Release, Romance

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.
KathrynLeVeque_ShadowWolfe_800
Excerpt:

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.

************************

Buy Links for ShadowWolfe:

Amazon: https://goo.gl/SkK4kC

Barnes and Noble: https://goo.gl/Wnw0CV

iBooks: https://goo.gl/fKKGyo

Kobo: https://goo.gl/GkJDMg

author pic
Bio:
 
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.
 
 
website: www.kathrynleveque.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kathrynlevequenovels/

First Kiss Friday with Sherry Ewing & A Kiss For Charity

02 Friday Jun 2017

Posted by SherryEwing in First Kiss Friday

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

A Kiss for Charity, Enemies to lovers, England, First Kiss Friday, Historical, Historical Romance, New Release, Novella, Regency, Regency Romance, Sherry Ewing, Writing

Today on First Kiss Friday I am featuring the first kiss scene from A Kiss For Charity, a sweet Regency era novella that first appeared in the Bluestocking Belles’ 2016 box set, Holly and Hopeful Hearts. The Belles and I will be celebrating the individual release of our novellas this coming Sunday with a Facebook event. We hope you can join us. Keep reading and I hope you enjoy the first kiss between Nicholas and Grace!

AKFC final

Excerpt:

He bowed. She curtsied. The musicians struck up a chord as if Nicholas had instructed them to do so for his own benefit. He held out his hand. A bold move, but one he was willing to take this night.

“May I have the pleasure of this dance?” he inquired politely, already knowing her answer.

Her gloved hand slipped into his, and he felt as though he had waited his entire life for her to say yes. Yes to the dance. Yes to anything else he might propose, be it for one night or something they might both wish to be a longer commitment.

She was an accomplished dancer. He had already witnessed her talent, yet it was far more pleasurable to watch her when she was now his partner. He wished to know who she was, but the fast-paced dance was hardly a place to carry on a meaningful conversation about getting to know one another.

Was it two dances later or maybe three? Nicholas lost track of time but finally, he placed his hand about the lady’s waist to expertly guide her out into the garden. It had been some time since he had allowed himself the pleasure of enjoying a woman’s company, especially in the moonlight.

The evening was cool, and when he saw her shiver, he shrugged out of his jacket since he had left his cape behind in the supper box. He placed the garment about her shoulders. She took hold of the lapels and brought it closer. He swore he could hear her sniff the edges as if she were committing to her memory the smell of his cologne for when he was gone.

Nicholas reached out to remove her mask so he could finally see all of her features.

“No.” She held out her hand to stop his efforts. “The mask stays in place if you wish me to remain here with you.”

“If that is your wish, so be it.”

“It is,” she answered quietly.

Nicholas did not remember it being this difficult to kiss a lady in the moonlight, but she must desire to be with him, too, else she would not be standing outside with him now. He could no longer stand the distance between them. Surely some form of spell had been cast upon him to be acting so rashly.

“Who are you?” he asked, taking hold of both her arms and bringing her closer.

“Does it matter?”

“How else am I to call upon you tomorrow if I know not your name tonight, my lady?”

This unknown woman who teased his senses gave a careless shrug but took a step closer. She placed her hand upon his chest. “Let it be enough that for tonight I am free to do as I please.”

He grinned at her response. One moment Nicholas was staring into her mask and brown eyes, and the next he was lowering his mouth to meet her lips.

ornament-1986808

Grace was unsure if it were the moonlight that drove her to such reckless behavior or the thought of having just one moment in time to treasure with a man who wanted to be with a mysterious and, perhaps, desirable woman. In either case, nothing prepared her for the instant their lips met. She supposed, since she did not protest going down the garden path with him, this would be the natural course of what would happen. But still… surely she was slipping at the very brink of tasting heaven itself from their first kiss.

Such a kiss was at first like an introduction when his mouth slowly slid over hers as though he were searching for some hidden meaning to their attraction to one another. There was nothing demanding or urgent in seeing the matter over and done with. No, the kiss was a mingling of breaths. It was two souls connecting in the night. A simple kiss, yet there was nothing simple about it. He stopped as quickly as he started then stared into her eyes, yet she knew the mask hid her features well enough that he would be unable to identify her in the light of day.

Blurb:

Love heals all wounds but will their pride keep them apart?

Young widow, Grace, Lady de Courtenay, is more concerned with improving her mind than finding another husband. But how was she to know that a close encounter with a rake at a masquerade ball would spark her interest and make her yearn for love again?

Lord Nicholas Lacey has been on his own for far too long after losing his wife in a tragic accident. After a rare trip to a masquerade, his attention is captivated by a lovely young woman. Considering the dubious company she keeps, perhaps she might be interested in becoming his mistress.

From the darkened paths of Vauxhall Gardens to a countryside estate called Hollystone Hall, Nicholas and Grace must set aside their differences in order to let love into their hearts. It will take more than a dose of holiday cheer to see these two on the road to finding their happily-ever-after and a kiss for charity may just be what they both need.

Buy Links:

Amazon US  |  Barnes & Noble  |iBooks  |  Kobo

Amazon AU |  Amazon BR | Amazon CA | Amazon DE  |Amazon ES 
Amazon FR  | Amazon IN  | Amazon IT  | Amazon JP | Amazon MX 
Amazon NL  |  Amazon UK



Come celebrate with the Bluestocking Belles
and the release of our novellas

June 4, 2017
4:00 – 8:00 p.m. EDT

17795729_580243262184575_6843081843554016984_n

Join our Facebook event here


For more information on my work, be sure to check out the tabs above and thank you for stopping by my blog today!

First Kiss Friday with guest Oberon Wonch

17 Friday Feb 2017

Posted by SherryEwing in First Kiss Friday

≈ 8 Comments

Tags

First Kiss Friday, Historical, Historical Romance, Knights

Today I have as my guest Oberon Wonch and an excerpt from A Knight of her Own. I was so excited about this excerpt, I had to purchase this book right away. Hope you will enjoy it too. Happy reading!

akoho500v2-1

Excerpt:

Did this chaste, monkish knight seek a woman’s esteem, after all? Would he like to hear such sentiments from her?

But flattery was mindless drivel. The dishonesty of it diminished the woman who stooped to its use.

LaForce upended the barrel over that discussion. “We aren’t here to speak of what I wish. De Belleterre is our quarry, not I.”

His fingertips, buried in her hair, resumed caressing the side of her head. His thumb traced the rim of her ear, sparking little pinpoints of flame all over her body.

“For the duration of our lessons, I am de Belleterre,” he said. “You are the Blue Lady, the sensuous woman he desires in his bed.”

Slowly, LaForce wrapped a strand of her hair behind her ear. She’d begun to feel strangely languid and soft inside.

How odd…

All at once, she realized she was staring at his lips, at their manly shape, their intriguing duskiness. The desires he’d spoken of with those hypnotic lips had sounded so exotic.

So enticing.

“Good,” he muttered. “He will like you doing that.”

She looked back into his eyes. “Doing what?”

“Ah, and now you play the innocent. He will like that, as well.”

She shook her head. What was he talking about?

LaForce’s hand still held hers by his thigh. He moved to interlock his fingers with hers—as she imagined a lover might. His fingers were almost too big for hers to fit comfortably between. They were rough in places, and very strong.

“What do you know of kissing a man?” he asked.

This shocking query would have normally brought her to rigid attention. But uncertainty—and embarrassment over her lack of experience in that realm—made her defensive.

“I know enough.”

His other hand at the side of her neck had such a drugging effect on her she wanted to crumple to the floor, not to argue with him.

“Nay. A lady would reply—”

A flash of annoyance brought her to her senses. “In a sweet and kind way?”

He shook his head. “The sort of lady de Belleterre wants would feign ignorance, even if she knew precisely whereof he spoke. Thus, you would answer, ‘Why, my liege, I cannot divine your meaning.’”

“Why ever would a woman pretend not to know these things? A woman should always show her knowledge and her strength.” That’s what she’d learned years ago, to defend herself and her siblings from want and aggression.

His fingers squeezed hers gently. “Nay. She should wish to give him the opportunity to show her what he means.”

Isabel swallowed, her pulse speeding. “Show her…about kissing?”

“Aye.”

Oh Lord. She moistened her suddenly dry lips, her breath quickening. “H-How would he show her?” The question slipped out of its own accord. She instantly wanted to take the words back.

But he answered gruffly, “Like this.”

And suddenly she was surrounded by him, encircled by his great, powerful arms. He was all muscle and heat and soft, thick wool…and that exotic fragrance she recognized but couldn’t remember from where.

Her heart thumped madly.

He placed a knuckle beneath her chin, raising her face. And lowered his head.

His lips touched hers, and she stiffened instinctively in panic.

It felt…strange.

And much too intimate!

But almost before it began, it was over. He bussed her lightly and drew back, as if testing the waters. As if LaForce needed to see for himself how kissing her would feel. And not in his role as her tutor.

But that thought was preposterous. This was just a lesson to him, and she the ignorant pupil. Nothing more.

Through the darkness, his eyes glinted down at her like stars in a black velvet sky. What was he thinking? His big body cocooned her, blocking the light from the torches and braziers in the hall, and she couldn’t make out his expression.

For a long moment she remained clamped along the length of his oaken thighs and solid torso, feeling the strong beat of his heart and the prod of the large belt buckle at his navel.

Then it happened—like the pull of a lodestone. An unexpected sense of surrender that washed over her and stole her willpower, in the same way the rushing burn had swept Phoebe from her.

Except this driving tide felt searing hot rather than ice cold. She leaned into the hard wall of him, her palms flat against his chest, as he lowered his head once more. Their mouths joined, each unerringly seeking the other.

Then he was ravaging her, dragging her closer, drinking from her as if he were a parched man gulping from an unexpected spring in the desert. The rich flavors of dark wine greeted her. His whiskers chafed. His lips devoured.

She was kissing him, and he was kissing her back. No man save her father had ever so much as touched her in a tender way, and yet this man, whose folk relentlessly persecuted her own, was kissing her as if his life depended on it. As if he wanted her kiss.

As if he wanted her.

And that was a feeling that nearly drugged her like the finest wine.

But nay. This was all wrong.

With a small sound of regret, she broke her mouth from his. He held her fast in his arms, his large hands spread low on her back, his lips trailing over her cheekbone, over her eyelids, and into the hair above her ear. His breath scalded her, made her knees weaken anew.

“Nay,” she whispered into his neck. “Please.”

He stilled, laid his rough cheek alongside her temple. His breath rasped in her ear and his heart pounded within his chest against her own.

ornament-1986808

Blurb:

A Knight of Her Own, Book 2 in the Rogues of Rouen series…

Is he her enemy or her hero?

Sir Drogo LaForce has spent a lifetime chasing the family honor and wealth denied him by his bastard birth. A clever scheme to uncloak a traitor against the Crown finally promises to win him everything he desires…

Lady Isabel has been in hiding ever since an evil Norman lord killed her father and usurped her English lands. But her plot to avenge her father and free her people is threatened when a mysterious Norman knight abducts her with plans to use her for espionage.

Drogo’s fascinating captive is nothing like he anticipated. Outspoken but innocent, Isabel reluctantly submits to Drogo’s tutoring in the spymaster’s craft, as well as the art of making love. But their potent attraction nearly leads to disaster. In the end they must decide between their dueling appetites for riches and revenge…or love.

Buy Links:

Entangled Publishing  |  Amazon  |  B&N Nook |  iBooks  | Kobo

cedrica

Author Bio:

Oberon Wonch has escaped into books for as long as she can remember. Penning her own stories from an early age, she later earned a degree in World Literature while studying several languages—all in order to learn what makes a tale endure the ages, but really just to read more books. Her very favorite stories—both to read and write—are those that celebrate the happily-ever-after. An avid gardener and armchair archaeologist, she grew up in northeast Ohio but now lives in Indiana with her college sweetheart husband and two very joyful little dogs.

Social Media:

Website: www.oberonwonch.com

Facebook:  Oberon.wonch.author

Twitter: @OberonWonch

First Kiss Friday with Sherry Ewing and To Follow My Heart

10 Friday Feb 2017

Posted by SherryEwing in First Kiss Friday

≈ 3 Comments

Tags

First Kiss Friday, Historical, Historical Romance, Medieval, Medieval Romance, Sherry Ewing, Time Travel, To Follow My Heart

It’s First Kiss Friday and today I’d like to share with you the scene of the first kiss between Jenna and Fletcher from my medieval time travel To Follow My Heart: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time. Happy reading and enjoy!

launcelot-and-guenevere-jpglarge

Excerpt:

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.”ornament-1986808

tfmh-72dpi-1500x2000

Blurb:

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.

Buy Links:

Amazon  |  B&N   |  iBooks  |  Kobo

Amazon International: AU  |  BR   |  CA   |  DE  |  FR  |  UK

First Kiss Friday with guest Peggy L. Henderson

03 Friday Feb 2017

Posted by SherryEwing in First Kiss Friday

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

First Kiss Friday, Historical, Historical Romance

My guest today on First Kiss Friday is author Peggy L. Henderson. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene between her characters from Diamond in the Dust. Happy reading!

First Kiss scene:

Faint light shone from the bathroom, but the rest of the room was dark. Her head snapped to the crib, then to the bed, where the figure of a man lay on the mattress, sleeping. His stomach rose and fell in a soft rhythm.

He wasn’t the only one on her bed. The clothes fell out of her hands and landed in a flutter at her feet.

A soft gasp escaped her mouth, just before her extremities weakened as if they would melt right off her. Her chest tightened almost painfully, then exploded with rays of warmth such as she’d rarely experienced. Morgan blinked rapidly to see through the blur of her own watery eyes.

On shaky legs, she moved further into the room, toward the bed. Gabe lay on his back, cradling Logan in a protective hold in the crook of his arm. Her baby had his thumb in his mouth, nestled against Gabe’s chest, sleeping peacefully.

Years rolled down Morgan’s cheek at the most amazing, heart-melting sight she’d ever seen. She swiped a hand across her eyes, and sniffled. A warm sensation originated in the center of her chest, then slowly radiated all throughout her body. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from this big, rough-looking, yet devastatingly sexy man, so at peace in sleep at the moment, and the tender way he held her child.

She gave a quick, quiet laugh, and sniffled again, wiping at her eyes, and turned away from the bed. Weak and shaky legs carried her to the alcove by the bathroom. Morgan quietly blew her nose into a tissue. She sank against the wall and hugged her arm around her middle, allowing the tears to flow. Tears of unexplainable elation and joy. The image she’d just seen would be burned into her mind forever.

“You all right?” a deep voice drawled behind her.

Morgan whirled around to come face to face with the man who’d, moments ago, stolen her heart without even knowing.

“Logan?” she whispered, her voice foreign in her pounding ears.

Gabe ran a hand across his face. “I . . . ah . . . heard a noise over here, so I put him down in his crib. He started fussin’ after you left. I apologize if I ought not have picked him up. I’ve heard it’s best to let a baby cry it out or they get spoiled, but it just didn’t seem right, so I–”

Morgan raised her hand and touched a finger to his mouth. She stepped closer, the masculine scent of his skin adding to her already-heightened awareness of him.

She locked her eyes with his dark gaze. Gabe’s forehead wrinkled with uncertainty.

“What you did was perfect,” she murmured, and reached her hand up to curl around the back of his neck. Lifting her finger away from his lips, she slid it along his cheek while tugging his head down toward her. She leaned into him and stood on her toes, then touched her lips to his.

Standing stiffly for only a second, Gabe’s hands clamped either side of her waist, and drew her up against him. Morgan’s heart pounded in her ears, every part of her in tune to the feel of him holding her close.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his mouth. “Thank you for taking care of my son.”

She wound her arms fully around his neck, and leaned up closer.

“Morgan, what—”

“Don’t,” she said quickly, and silenced him by pressing her lips fully to his.

Slowly, the tension and stiffness eased from his body. His lips softened, and he parted his mouth, responding to her soft coaxing. All reason left her, and heat exploded inside her when his hands moved along her waist. The soft, tender touch of his fingers stroking her, sliding up along her ribcage and back down to her hips belied the strength and power in his hands. It was as if he was afraid she’d break, as if she were some delicate flower that he might crush if he held her any tighter.

The heat of his palms moving slowly up and down along her sides in a sensual exploration of her melted her insides. Shivers of pleasure ignited her skin, following the wake of his touch through the fabric of her t-shirt. She leaned fully into him, no longer coaxing him to kiss her. He’d taken complete control of her mouth, covering her lips with his own. Her lungs became a hollow cavern as all air left her, and she gave herself over to the sweet sensation of the languid strokes of his hands.

Morgan loosened her hold around his neck, sliding her palms down his chest until her arms wrapped around him, delighting in the slight shudder that passed through him. Encouraged by his reaction, her fingers explored the hard planes and contours of the muscles along either side of his spine. One of his arms snaked around her back in response, his hand moving upward at a painfully slow pace until he cupped the back of her head. Part of her wished he’d hold her tighter.

Gabe weaved his fingers through her hair, kneading her scalp, while his lips made love to her mouth in a tender assault.

Morgan gripped the back of his shoulders when Gabe leaned over her, pushing her back against the wall. He inhaled deeply, and the pressure of his kiss intensified. Breathing became impossible. Her mind spiraled out of control until nothing existed except his mouth on hers and his hands leaving trails of fire along her skin with his exploring caresses. Her knees had gone completely weak, and she relied on him to keep her on her feet.

Without warning, he abruptly pulled away from her, and straightened. Panting and breathless, Morgan caught her balance and stared into his midnight black eyes. Regret, indecision, frustration, and confusion all mixed with fierce hunger and yearning.

Breathing just as hard as she, Gabe ran a hand through his hair and stepped away from her. Morgan reached for his arm, sensing he was about to turn away.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” she said quickly, her lips quivering.

Diamond in the Dust: Book 3 in the Second Chances Time Travel Romance Series

Blurb:

Reverend Johnson is in the business of granting second chances to those deserving a new start, even if it means bending the rules of time travel on occasion. In Gabe McFarlain’s case, he may have gone too far . . .

Abandoned by his father, and raised in a Montana whorehouse, Gabe has grown bitter to the world. Fueled by revenge and hatred, his actions leave him facing the hangman’s noose. Accepting certain death, he wakes up in a time and place that is as foreign as the tender touch of the woman who rescues him.

Down to earth and level-headed, Morgan Bartlett isn’t afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve. All she wants is independence from her overbearing mother, and the freedom to shape her own destiny. When she aids a badly beaten man along the side of the road, she may have found more than a dusty cowboy down on his luck.

Morgan’s unshakable belief that Gabe is a good man slowly chisels away the walls he’s built around himself. As he comes to terms with living in the future, he must decide if losing his heart is worth more than holding on to the life he’s led in the past.

Bio:

Peggy L Henderson is an award-winning, best-selling western historical and time travel romance author of the Yellowstone Romance Series, Second Chances Time Travel Romance Series, Teton Romance Trilogy, and the Blemished Brides and Wilderness Brides Western Historical Romance Series. When she’s not writing about Yellowstone, the Tetons, or the old west, she’s out hiking the trails, spending time with her family and pets, or catching up on much-needed sleep. She is happily married to her high school sweetheart. Along with her husband and two sons, she makes her home in Southern California.

 Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iTunes | Blog |  Facebook | Facebook Group | Pinterest | Twitter |mailing list

Medieval Monday with guest Elisabeth Hobbes

30 Monday Jan 2017

Posted by SherryEwing in Medieval Monday

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

Historical, Historical Romance, Medieval Monday, Medieval Romance, Scottish Romance

Please welcome my guest Elisabeth Hobbes for Medieval Monday and read on for her excerpt from The Blacksmith’s Wife. Enjoy!

Excerpt:

Thundering beats on the door roused them from their bed as men from the villagers came to claim ale from Hal as Lord Danby’s representative. He allowed himself to be taken away, leaving Joanna in the hands of Meg and the other women to gather flowers and greenery from the moors and bind them into wreaths.

The women arrived on the village green at midday. Raucous, uncontrolled games were taking place amid cheers and catcalls of the onlookers already well into the ale, but stopped as they appeared.

‘Crown the queen!’

The call was taken up and repeated by everyone present. Girls giggled and blushed, young men freely ogled them and Joanna felt hands in her back pushing her to the front of the crowd.

Hal appeared from among the men. He took her by the hand and turned her to face everyone. A crown of twisted greenery was placed on her head to cheers and good-natured whistles from everyone watching. Pipers began to play and dancers found their partners.

‘I thought the May Queen was supposed to be a maiden,’ Joanna whispered to Hal.

He held her waist tightly as he led her to the circle. ‘This year I thought I’d exercise my rights to choose.’

‘You can do that?’

‘I can do what I like, I’m their lord’s son,’ he joked. He put one hand on her back, the other to her cheek and looked into her eyes. ‘I cannot give you tournaments and pageants to delight you, but I wanted to give you something to remember.’

She covered her hand with his. ‘You have,’ she said. ‘This is enough.’

She realised as she said it that she spoke the truth.

The dancing and games carried on long into the night. As the sun set Hal and the men carried brands from the forge and lit the bonfire. More barrels of ale were tapped and the ox that had been roasting all afternoon was speedily eaten.

As groups and couples began to disperse to find their own diversions Joanna sat alone by the fire, warming her hands and yawning. She’d danced until her calves burned and drunk far too much wine. Her bed called her. Hal had vanished a while before, called away by the miller, and she was becoming tired of waiting. She walked home and was halfway to the door when she noticed light coming from the forge.

Curious, she walked across the dewy grass. The door was partly open, but no sound came from within. Cautiously Joanna pushed the door wider and peeped around it.

Hal was standing by his workbench. In the dull glow of the furnace Joanna could only see his back.

‘What are you doing?’ she asked.

Hal jumped at her voice. He strode towards her, blocking her entry into the forge.

‘What’s wrong? Why won’t you let me in?’ she asked.

‘Nothing’s wrong. I’m coming now,’ Hal said. His voice was guarded. He took hold of her arm and tried to turn her away.

He was so obviously hiding something. Determined to find out what Joanna twisted from his grip and pushed past him. Her blood drained slowly away, leaving her cold to the bone as she recognised her own drawing pinned to the beam above the furnace.

‘That’s mine!’ she hissed. ‘How did you get it?’

‘You dropped it on the moors,’ Hal said.

She remembered the day, but that had been over a week ago and he had kept it all this time! Furious, she lunged and ripped the drawing from the wall. She rounded on Hal.

‘How dare you keep it,’ she stormed. ‘You had no right to do that.’

She pushed roughly past him and wrenched the door open, stumbling out into the darkness.

Blurb: A passion forged from fire

Rejected by her favored knight, Joanna Sollers knows she will never love again. Especially when the man she’s now forced to marry is none other than her beloved’s half brother!

For blacksmith Hal Danby, marrying Joanna makes his lifelong dream of entering the Smiths’ Guild possible, even if the secrets in his past mean he’ll forever keep his distance. But everything changes with one stolen night, and in the arms of his new bride, Hal wonders if this loveless arrangement could transform into something real…

Buy links:

US   |  UK

First Kiss Friday with Sherry Ewing and A Knight To Call My Own

27 Friday Jan 2017

Posted by SherryEwing in First Kiss Friday

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

12th Century, First Kiss Friday, Historical, Historical Romance, Medieval, Medieval Romance, Scotland, Scottish Romance

a_knight_to_call_my__cover_for_kindle
It’s First Kiss Friday and today I’m sharing the first kiss experience for Lynet. At first, she is kissed by her captain of the guard, Rolf, before she’s interrupted by a very angry Ian. I hope you enjoy this excerpt from A Knight To Call My Own. Happy reading and enjoy!Excerpt:

Lynet should have expected this to happen when she had stated she would stay with him. But nothing in her score of years had prepared her for the sensation of her very first kiss as a woman full grown. She would have thought such a momentous event would send her heart flipping end over end, but ’twas further from the truth than she cared to admit, even unto herself. Although mildly pleasant, such a kiss as this did not make her want to profess her undying love to the knight who would offer her everything she desired if she could but learn to love him.

Perchance, she did not put enough effort into such an endeavor, for how was she to know how this kissing business was accomplished, having only experienced it once afore as a young girl with Ian, haphazard and brief as that had been. She took a step closer. Rolf must have taken this as a sign of encouragement. He deepened their kiss, and Lynet quickly became aware of two startling revelations. For one, Rolf had far more experience than she herself did when it came to kissing and certainly knew what he was doing. The second was far more disappointing to her peace of mind. She abruptly realized, if they were to marry, she would be settling into a relationship where they may have found a common accord, but Lynet would never truly love him deep within her heart. They both deserved much better than such a fate as that.

“I hope we’re not interrupting…” an annoyed voice called out from behind her.

Shame flooded through her, down to her very toes, as they swiftly broke apart. To be caught in such a compromising position such as this and by him, of all people! She turned to see none other than Ian himself making his way up the last of the parapet steps, followed closely by her brother Aiden, who strode menacingly towards Rolf with a clenched fist.

“I should call you out for taking advantage of my sister!” Aiden bellowed, wedging himself between her and Rolf. “What the devil were you thinking to touch her so?” Rolf threw both his hands up, obviously not willing to fight her brother in front of her.

“’Tis wretchedly obvious he was not thinking at all, Aiden,” Ian drawled, taking her elbow. “Come, Lynet. I will escort you to your chambers.

“Nay! I will go nowhere with you, Ian,” she professed in embarrassment whilst trying to wrench her arm free with little success.

Aiden whirled around, glaring at her ’til she snapped her mouth shut. “You will go with Ian to your chambers. You have enough to worry about in the coming days with all the rabble outside our gates vying for your hand and should get your rest whilst you may,” her brother ordered. He made sure his words were abundantly clear, giving evidence he was not pleased with her behavior.

Her emotions torn between the three men, she watched as Aiden made to usher Rolf from the battlement wall. ’Twas clear her brother had no qualm about leaving her alone with Ian. But she knew otherwise and what this could mean to her already tattered heart. Ian was by far more dangerous to her wellbeing.

“Rolf,” she called, stepping towards him although Ian’s grip kept her from getting any closer to him. “I will see you on the morrow.” He gave her the briefest of nods as acknowledgement afore leaving with Aiden, who continued his lecture as they did so.

Lynet stood in silence as she watched the turret door shut with a resounding slam. She made the blunder of looking up into Ian’s stormy face once they were alone. His visage was furious with possibly a hint of jealousy hidden in the depths of his eyes. ’Twas hard to tell what the man was pondering inside his head, but she knew she would not have to wait long afore he spoke his mind. When he did, it caused her to inwardly cringe.

“You will not meet with him by yourself again, Lynet.” He enunciated each word with clenched teeth, giving confirmation to the anger he was holding in check. “Do I make myself clear?”

Her own rage exploded to the surface like blinding, white-hot lightning. “Who do you think you are that you assume you can just order me about and tell me what to do?” Courage to stand up for herself raced through Lynet, for she would not let him see how he affected her so. Her reckless and traitorous heart skipped a beat with his nearness. Damn the man’s soul to hell. How she hated him!

“I will tell you who I am, lass. I am the man you will forever bow down to and call husband come the end of these games,” he roared ferociously, like a wounded animal.

“I will neither bow down to you, nor any other man, you worthless cur,” she shouted right back at him.

Ian grabbed her arms, giving her a shake ’til she felt her teeth rattle. “You will submit to me, you stubborn woman. Do you not even realize when you have met your match?”

She lifted her head at him with narrowed eyes. “Aye, as a matter of fact, I do, for he just left with my brother!”

“He is only the captain of your guard, Lynet. He has no right to lay claim to you as his future bride,” Ian retorted hotly, “nor to steal your kisses in the moonlight.”

“That did not stop you from loving my sister when the same held true of your position. What makes you think you are a better man than Rolf to hold my affection, or that you can do a finer job of kissing me? I enjoyed his lips on mine and will kiss him anytime I should choose to do so,” she snickered, tossing him a defiant glare that all too quickly fell from her features. With one glance upon him, she might as well have slapped his face, considering the look he gave her. She knew she had pushed him too far.

He said not another word, but made fast work of guiding her down from the lofty parapet walkway. Her slippered feet barely touched the coldness of the stones beneath her, so rapid was their hasty decent down the turret stairs. When they came to the portal of her chamber, Ian backed her up against the solid wood with his arms resting on either side of her, as he had done but recently. There was no escaping him.

They stood, just the two of them, listening to the crackling sound of the lit torches in the passageway. Far more troubling to her way of thinking was her heaving chest as she attempted to gain her breath. She could no longer stand her submissive stance of looking down at her feet, so she raised her eyes to meet his.

When would she stop making such stupid decisions as actually looking at the man, not that she had anywhere else to gaze, given his close proximity. The firelight from the torches in the wall sconces brought out the red of his hair. She would have sighed at the sight of it, but would not give him the gratification. His heavy lidded, hazel eyes took on a light of their own and seemed to search into her very soul. She gulped and watched a gleam enter those knowing orbs whilst a discerning grin formed on his mouth. A mouth that was rapidly closing the distance between them!

“Do not dare─”

Her words were cut off as his mouth quickly took possession of her own, for possess her he did, with just the slightest first brush of his lips. She gasped when a turbulent wave of searing heat radiated throughout her entire body. But, such a profound encounter only allowed him to further plunder her senses as his tongue began to frolic with her own. Sweet Jesus, what in the world is he doing to me?

She felt his hands cup her face ’til he tilted her head, allowing him better access to her mouth. An unexpected moan escaped her. ’Twas, apparently, what he had wanted to hear from her. The sound surely only confirmed his own damn suspicions that she had told a lie when speaking of the effect of Rolf’s kiss. She was certain such a revelation pleased him.

His hands began a slow descent as they roamed down her back ’til he cupped her bottom, bringing her up hard against his solid frame. She quaked in response to such intimacy between them. Her shock did not stop his arm from winding around her waist, keeping her firmly in place as he continued to devour her last shreds of reality. The disbelief of feeling his firmly muscled body pressed up against her own sent any sense of prudence to remain indifferent to him fleeing from her mind. How could one keep a hold on any form of rationality when all she could suddenly feel was the unmistakable form of his manhood pressed intimately against her?

She was lost, and she unexpectedly cared not. Nay… all she could recognize in her feeble attempts to remain level headed was the fact that any control of the situation she may have had up to this point had vanished as soon as Ian had kissed her. Her arms made their way up and around his neck to playfully finger his shoulder length hair. She mimicked what he was doing to her mouth, letting him teach her what he liked. She must have done something right, for she heard his own groan of pleasure whilst he tightened his grip upon her.

Was it just her imagination, or did her body seem to mold itself to his own, as if they had been made for one another, even whilst his hands roamed freely over her backside? And yet, she did not complain, or even make the slightest protest. This was how it felt to finally be in his arms. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, she was almost waiting for someone to come and wake her, for surely she must be dreaming. She reached out and clasped the nape of Ian’s neck as she urged him onward in this journey he was taking her on. ’Twas sheer bliss… bliss ’til she felt herself being rudely yanked from his embrace.

Lynet gazed around with passion filled eyes to see who had interrupted them, but there was no one near, except the man who had proved his point that Rolf was not the knight for her. Aye! The deliberate burning glare in those obnoxious hazel eyes told her he knew exactly what he had done to her, and he was glad for it, the bastard.

Ian leaned down from his towering height so they came almost nose to nose. “Lesson number one, Lynet, is never lie to me again. Rolf is a good man, but he will never be able to make you feel the way I can. I will be victorious at the end of the games, and you will be my wife. You… are… mine.”

He gave her but an instant for the words he proclaimed to register in her brain, which surely had been turned to mush. Afore she could even mange to form some limited response that would most likely be garbled jibber-jabber, Ian gave her a quick kiss upon her already tender lips, opened her door and gave her a gentle push through the portal. Once she was inside, Ian closed the door behind her.

Feeling completely numb, with her feelings a jumbled mess, Lynet could go no further into her chamber. Instead, she leaned back against the wooden door, trying to somehow control and still her racing heart. It took every bit of effort she had left in her just to turn her body and lift her arm in order to slide the bolt into place. Her ear pressed to the door, she listened intently for signs of Ian’s departure. She held her breath with the knowledge he, too, lingered just on the other side with only an obnoxious piece of wood now separating them. She heard it then…the unmistakable sound of his footsteps receding down the corridor to seek his own slumber.

With his departure, her breath left her in a swift rush afore her trembling legs crumbled beneath her. Sliding helplessly to the floor, her hands shook as she fingered her sensitive lips. Aye, she had indeed been most thoroughly kissed, and by one who knew, inevitability, she had enjoyed every instant of their encounter. Surely he had branded her as his own with the scorching warmth of his touch. She may as well call Father Donovan and get their marriage over and done with. May God above help her and give her strength for what was to come with that insufferable man she so wanted to hate.

Hate him, or love him… she was not sure which she wanted to believe more. Either one was just as bad. For what truly mattered where her heart was concerned, was that Lynet recognized she was in big trouble.


aktcmo-meme1

A Knight To Call My Own is part of my medieval/time travel series and continues the story of the MacLaren’s first seen in my debut novel, If My Heart Could See You (a FREE eBook at online retailers).

Blurb:

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.

Buy Links:
Amazon US |  iBooks  |  Nook  |  Kobo
Amazon AU |  Amazon CA  |  Amazon UK  

First Kiss Friday with author Dawn Marie Hamilton

13 Friday Jan 2017

Posted by SherryEwing in First Kiss Friday

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

First Kiss Friday, Historical, Historical Romance, Scottish Romance

Today on First Kiss Friday I’d like to welcome my guest Dawn Marie Hamilton. We hope you enjoy this excerpt from Just Wait For Me (A Highland Gardens Novel), the fourth tale in the Highland Gardens series. Happy reading!

Excerpt:

The healing pool in the Caves of the Gray Women

Jillian liked the feel of Stephen’s arms around her. She almost didn’t care he was most probably insane. Pathetic. She was starving for attention. What harm was there in enjoying the feel of his body while she could?

She hadn’t had a gut-clenching reaction to a man in like forever. Not since…well, since she’d met Finn. He’d had no interest in her, but Stephen seemed to enjoy their interplay.

“Patrick is my cousin,” he said solemnly.

“Really?” She jerked her gaze to his, judging his honesty. He seemed sincere.

“Aye. He married Lady Laurie at Castle Lachlan, renounced his claim as chief to the clan, named his brother Archibald chief, and he and Lady Laurie walked onto the faerie knoll in the Fir-wood and traveled, so I believe, to your time. I miss him.”

“Archibald you say?” Unbelievable.

“Aye.” Their gazes held.

Stephen was serious. He seemed to believe the fantasy. She couldn’t. Yet, Patrick did have a brother named Archie who lived in Scotland. He and his wife Isobell had reportedly visited the family in Anderson Creek a couple of years ago for Christmas. Jillian had been away visiting with her brother for the holidays. Could it be possible? Did time travel exist?

The terrain she’d traveled with the kids in route to the caves was rather remote. More remote than she’d thought the area around the bike trail should have been. And no one seemed to know about phones. That was just plain weird.

Her heart rate increased. She took a deep, calming breath. She wouldn’t freak yet.

Jillian shifted her weight. Stephen groaned. She curbed the desire to smile. He was very sweet.

Was it possible the tale was true? Her hands seemed to have miraculously healed. Even the calluses from using garden tools were gone. Hmmm. Many strange things went on in Anderson Creek and, more specifically, with the MacLachlan family. Like when Finn MacIntyre disappeared the first night of the Grandfather Mountain Highland Games and returned three days later with Elspeth MacLachlan, both dressed as if they’d been in ancient Scotland, and Finn with blood on his shirt as if he’d been fighting with his claymore for real.

Perhaps Jillian needed to keep an open mind. She curled into Stephen’s embrace, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I shouldn’t be sitting on your lap, especially considering your state of undress.”

“You should not.” He caressed her cheek, settling his palm on the curve of her chin, leaned forward and brushed his full lips lightly over hers.

A heady sensation swirled through Jillian. The taste, the gentle touch—all of him made her feel as if she’d gone to heaven. The kiss was pure magic.

She twined her arms around his neck. Strong masculine arms pulled her in tight. On impulse, she licked the seam of his lips. The corners quirked upward before parting. Everything faded away except the fusion of their mouths and the twirling dance of tongues.

Delicious. Heat shot through her system straight to her core. She wanted, needed—

Giggles near the chamber’s entrance demanded attention and they broke apart, both breathing hard. Several small hands reached from within the shadows along the wall and filched Jillian’s belongings.

“Stop!” Her scream reverberated within the chamber.

Buy Links:

Amazon  |  B&N

Bio:

Dawn Marie Hamilton dares you to dream. She is a 2013 RWA Golden Heart® Finalist who pens Scottish-inspired fantasy and paranormal romance. Some of her tales are rife with mischief-making faeries, brownies, and other fae creatures. More tormented souls–shape shifters, vampires, and maybe a zombie or two–stalk across the pages of other stories. When not writing, she’s cooking, gardening, or paddling the local creeks with her husband.

Social Media:

Blog 

Twitter

Facebook

Goodreads

Amazon

Google+

Pinterest

BookBub

Email

Medieval Monday with guest Bambi Lynn

02 Monday Jan 2017

Posted by SherryEwing in Medieval Monday

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

Historical, Historical Romance, Medieval, Medieval Romance

Today on Medieval Monday we continue our recent theme of Celebration. Please welcome author Bambi Lynn who has an excerpt from MAREK for our reading pleasure. Enjoy!

EXCERPT:

Marek’s family sat with them, although Bryn sat at one of the trestle tables, a better vantage point for grabbing the backside of every passing serving girl. As she looked around the great hall, Kitty thought every villager in Stonebridge must be in attendance. Many had never been to a feast as grand as this.

There was no corn or sweet potatoes, but Vale and Bryn had managed to hunt down a flock of birds remarkably like turkeys. There was no end to the bread stuffing, gravy, even stewed cranberries. Kitty herself had been guiding the cooks for a week to prepare enough food for everyone. They had even baked over one hundred pumpkin pies for dessert.

“My lady,” Bryn called from the floor below. “Tell me again the name you have given this feast.”

“Thanksgiving,” Kitty shouted back to him. “While you’re eating, you have to go around the table and tell about something you’re thankful for.”

Marek reached over and squeezed her hand.

Thane, who sat next to Bria, leaned behind his niece to speak to her. “Sister,” he said with a lowered voice only she could hear. “I have been forced to contend with talk of you among many of the villagers. It is not wise for you to suddenly appear out of a fire. I can only do so much to protect you. I beg you not do it again.”

Kitty smiled at him. “I promise.” She reached beneath the table and pulled out one of the carpet bags she’d brought with her. “I have something for you.”

When she handed him the portable Play Station, he looked at her like she might indeed be from the devil. Kitty smiled. “It’s a game. Watch.” She pushed the little machine beneath the table and away from prying eyes.

Thane nearly dropped the PSP when it lit up. “Shh. You’ll have to keep it secret. This is an easy game called PacMan. You have to move him through the path and eat as many of these little dots as possible. But don’t get caught.”

Kitty left Thane to the wonder of electronic video games and moved to sit next to Remi. He looked at her skeptically, but over the last few days, his animosity towards her had dimmed some. She reached into her bag and pulled out a portable DVD player. She had already loaded the Robin Hood movie.

Remi barely breathed as the credits started. “Don’t watch it now. If you’re caught, we might all be burned at the stake. But pay particular attention to the parts about Prince John.”

She caught Bryn’s attention as he was in between wenches and motioned for him to join her. She pulled a handful of Legos from her bag and spread them out on the table, hoping no one nearby was paying them any attention. “Look…you can snap them together, pull them apart. I have a whole box of them for you in my room. They come in all sizes and colors and you can build anything out of them.”

Adin and Vale were enveloped in ladies, so Kitty decided their gifts could wait. Vale would not need his bullet-proof vest for several months yet. Adin would have years to perfect his technique with help from the pristine copy of The Karma Sutra she’d gotten him.

By midnight, Bria had crawled into Thane’s lap and fallen asleep. Kitty would have to give her the Barbie doll later. Vanesa, however, was having the time of her life. She leaned forward to peer around the massive form of her stepfather. “Mom!” When Kitty looked across at her, Vanesa held up her goblet of weak ale. “Huzzah!” They both laughed as Kitty toasted with her. “This is so much better than the Renaissance Festival.”

“What is this ‘renaissance’?” Marek asked.

Kitty smiled and shook her head. “Come carry Bria up to bed. I have a gift for you.”

BLURB:

Boring accountant, Kitty Petty, struggles to get through each day one at a time since the brutal murder of her husband. She spends every free moment caring for her young daughter, until the night she wakes to find her bed on fire.

Kitty doesn’t know how she got to the year 1196, much less how to get back. But if she doesn’t, her daughter will be institutionalized. Having failed to save her child from the clutches of a madman. Kitty vows to protect her future. But going back to her time means risking her own life and separating her from the knight she has grown to love.

Marek Stone wants to protect his wife from the people of Stonebridge. Katherine has been declared a demon after her miraculous rise from the funeral pyre, and the villagers want justice.

Kitty doesn’t know how she got to the year 1196, much less how to get back. But she must if she has any hope of saving her daughter. However, the knight who loves her will do anything to make her stay.

BUY LINK

← Older posts

Social Media

  • View SherryEwingAuthor’s profile on Facebook
  • View Sherry_Ewing’s profile on Twitter
  • View Sherry.Ewing’s profile on Instagram
  • View SherryLEwing’s profile on Pinterest
  • YouTube
  • WordPress.org
  • Tumblr

Recent Posts

  • First Kiss Friday with Jude Knight January 27, 2023
  • First Kiss Friday with Alina K. Field January 20, 2023
  • First Kiss Friday with Rue Allyn January 6, 2023
  • First Kiss Friday with Caroline Warfield December 30, 2022
  • First Kiss Friday with Jude Knight December 9, 2022

Categories

  • 2013
  • 2014
  • 2015
  • 2016
  • 2017
  • 2018
  • 2019
  • 2020
  • 2021
  • 2022
  • 2023
  • First Kiss Friday
  • Medieval Monday
  • New Release
  • New Releases
  • Uncategorized

Follow me on Twitter

My Tweets
Follow Sherry Ewing on WordPress.com

Recent Posts

  • First Kiss Friday with Jude Knight January 27, 2023
  • First Kiss Friday with Alina K. Field January 20, 2023
  • First Kiss Friday with Rue Allyn January 6, 2023
  • First Kiss Friday with Caroline Warfield December 30, 2022
  • First Kiss Friday with Jude Knight December 9, 2022

Categories

  • 2013
  • 2014
  • 2015
  • 2016
  • 2017
  • 2018
  • 2019
  • 2020
  • 2021
  • 2022
  • 2023
  • First Kiss Friday
  • Medieval Monday
  • New Release
  • New Releases
  • Uncategorized

View Privacy Statement here.

Copyright © 2012 - 2023 by Sherry Ewing - All Rights Reserved

Kingsburg Press ~ P.O. Box 457146, San Francisco, CA 941475146

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

  • Follow Following
    • Sherry Ewing
    • Join 265 other followers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • Sherry Ewing
    • Customize
    • Follow Following
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar
 

Loading Comments...