Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Wednesday Selfie ~ Love of the Sweetest Kind

Paul and I don't exchange cards or presents often, but several years ago he sent me a Valentine's Day card that I cherish. It's so him. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Happy Valentine's Day everyone.

“Here?” she whispered to him sweetly.

“We’re alone,” he said discreetly.

“I’ve been good till now!” she sighed.

“But you’re human!” he replied.

“It’s so big!” she hesitated.

“It’s all yours,” he proudly stated.

“Oh, I shouldn’t!” she protested.

“If you love me -!” he suggested.

And so, losing all resistance,

she gave in to his insistence …


and ate every single chocolate in the box!


Happy Valentine's Day to Paul and a thank you to Hallmark cards.

Do you have a special Valentine?

Monday, February 8, 2016

Medieval Monday with Barbara Bettis

The start of another week and what better way to begin than with Medieval Monday and enjoy snippets of great romances. Each week a different author will be featured with a “themed excerpt.” This month, all the excerpts will be about the hero and heroine's first kiss. Today’s guest is Barbara Bettis. You’re going to love this excerpt. Enjoy!
Excerpt from SILVERHAWK:
Lady Emelin tucked her heavy brown wimple beneath her chin and watched the wounded knight.
Swollen eyelids, a puffy cheek, and bloody scrapes couldn't hide his handsome features. Waves of midnight hair fell across his wide forehead to brush one side of his square, stubble-darkened jaw. Grit clustered on the high bridge of his nose. What shame such a strong, rugged man should be cut down. Her pulse fluttered, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Ashamed of such reaction, she squeezed shut her eyes.
Would Stephen have been so handsome, had he lived? She hardly recalled what her youthful first betrothed looked like when he joined his foster father on King Richard's crusade. If only he'd returned, she'd be wed now, with the family she craved.
She sighed, reached for a leaf on her patient's cheek—and found herself staring into the palest gray eyes she'd ever seen. His mouth moved; she leaned forward.
“What is it?” she murmured.
“Before...I...die,” came the hoarse whisper.
“Yes? What would you like before you die?” If it were in her power, she would provide the poor man with his wish. Drink? Food?
A strong hand gripped the back of her head, pulled her forward. That close, she saw his eyes weren't gray, but layered like a winter pond winking with ice. They were silver.
“To...kiss...a nun,” came the outrageous reply before his lips met hers.
His warm mouth robbed her of breath for an instant. Then she snapped back with a gasp. And, with inborn reflex, slapped him. His head jerked, his eyes closed, and he lay motionless.
“Oh, Sweet Mary,” Emelin whispered, “I've killed him.” Leaning close, she saw his narrow, beautifully molded lips relax. His mouth curved at the corner.
At least he died with a smile on his face.

Back  Cover Copy of SILVERHAWK:
Sir Giles has come to England to kill his father, who seduced and betrayed his mother. First, however, he’ll seek sweet revenge—kidnap the old lord’s new betrothed. But when Giles uncovers a plot against King Richard, he faces a dilemma: take the lady or track the traitors. What’s a good mercenary to do? Both, of course.
Lady Emelin has had enough. Abandoned in a convent by her brother, she finally has a chance for home and family. Yet now she’s been abducted. Her kidnapper may be the image of her dream knight, but she won’t allow him to spoil this betrothal. Her only solution: escape
Rescuing the intrepid lady—while hunting traitors—is a challenge Giles couldn’t anticipate.  But the greatest challenge to Giles and Emelin is the fire blazing between them. For he’s everything a proper lady should never want, and she’s everything a bastard mercenary can never have.

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Friday, February 5, 2016

Books, Chocolate and Wine with Barbara Meyers

Barbara Meyers is also on Books, Chocolate and Wine today. I challenged her to give us three reasons why she loves to write. Here is what she said.

 I Can Write The Kind of Books I’d Like To Read
Although, to tell the truth, I’ve gotten away from reading romance novels since I started writing them, they are the books I cut my teeth on before I started writing. But I still enjoy a well-written romance, especially beach reads, which is what I write. I want to escape into another world for a little while. I don’t want to think too hard, I don’t want to be depressed by a book or its characters. There’s enough real life and bad news out there. Romance novels give me a break from that. When I type the end and think “this is so cute” or “this is perfect” I’m happy.

Books, Chocloate and Wine with Kimbra Kasch

     Today I'm hosting Kimbra Kasch on Books, Chocolate and Wine. She'll be telling us all about herself and her writing. 


How did you come up with the idea for 
THE CATS OF CULLABY CREEK?

     The title came from a place on the Oregon coast. It is named after a creek that I was always enchanted by: Cullaby Creek.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Wednesday Selfie - The Renaissance and Women

It has long been held that the Renaissance began in Florence, Italy in the 14th century mostly because of the social and civic uniqueness of the city at that time.  The Renaissance was a cultural movement that saw the rise of literature, science, art, religion, and politics. It was an intellectual transformation that bridged the Middle Ages and Modern era.
Women in the Renaissance were primarily the domestic caretakers of the children and the household. They were subordinate inferiors of men. Only a few wealthy women escaped the tasks of making clothes from scratch, the overall maintenance of the home, and production of food. In the Middle Ages master craftsmen worked out of the family home. The women of the house not only did their womanly chores but also took on responsibilities in the family business. In the 13th century, the family business was removed from the home to larger shops in a different location.  It’s during this time period that crafts became individual male trades thus removing the women in the household from participating while she kept house. However, fathers and husbands who stood to profit from the careers of their daughters and wives were not likely to oppose their participation. However, this was not a very common situation. Historians believe women filled a greater variety of professional roles, had more responsibilities, and had more economic contribution during the Middle Ages rather than the Renaissance.  
Like the Middle Ages, women of the Renaissance were denied all political rights and considered legally subject to their husbands. A woman was controlled by her parents throughout her childhood, and then handed directly into the hands of a husband, whom she most likely had not chosen herself, and who would exercise control over her until her death or his. Unmarried women were not emancipated but lived under the subjugation of a male relative or in a convent where she could become a nun, the only profession allowed to women.

The heroine in my book, Knight of Runes, is a 21st century renowned Renaissance scholar. She is an independent take control person. She has a black belt in martial arts and is a survival and rescue expert. When she’s tossed back into 17th century England she’s challenged by the repressive attitudes about women. You’ll have to read the book to see how she fares but how would you cope and survive? What would be your biggest challenge? 
Knight of Runes is currently available for $0.99 at the following distributors:
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