Thursday, October 4, 2018

Michaelmas and the Welcoming of Autumn

Fall/ Autumn is here. (Well, for many of us, it is.) It ties with Spring as my favorite time of year. Traditionally it signals a time of plenty what with the crops being harvested and the garden about to go dormant.

In Medieval times, this time of year was a mixed blessing--a time of plenty just before and time of cold and dark--and diminishing resources as the winter went on.

On Penned by Candlelight, the blog I share with other Romancing Yesteryear authors, I talk a bit about my Autumn memories--and the Medieval celebration of this time of year--Michaelmas. Originally the feast day fell on Oct. 10 or 11. After the change from Julian to Gregorian calendar, the date changed to Sept. 29.

By the way, Nottingham, England, has celebrated Michalemas with its Goose Fair for the past 700 years! And it's going on right now.

Hope you drop over to read blog. And
please leave a comment and share some of your Fall memories.

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https://pennedbycandlelight.com/

Friday, July 13, 2018

Fab Friday: 99 Cent Sale: Cathy MacRae's The Highlander's Outlaw Bride


It's Fabulous Friday, and today's guest, Cathy MacRae, has a fabulous sale to share with us in honor of new look for her Highlander's Bride series. Quite a compelling one,  isn't it? 

And to celebrate the hot new covers for the Highlander’s Bride series, The Highlander’s Outlaw Bride is on sale July 12-15 for only 99 cents at Amazon!

 "What will it take to turn an outlawed lass into  a   Highlander’s cherished bride?"


Blurb:
Thrust into the role of laird upon his father's unexpected death, Connor MacLaurey returns home to learn his cousin has usurped his lands and title. Furthermore, his betrothed--a lass he barely knows and certainly did not agree to marry--is hunted by the sheriff, accused of stealing cattle. He intends to petition the king for clemency for the foolish chit, break the betrothal, and take his castle back from his treacherous cousin. Marriage is not in his plans.

Brianna Douglas has no use for marriage. Widowed young, berated daily for failing to give her husband a child, and sent home in subsequent disgrace, she devotes her life to holding her family's land for her young brother as their sotted father drowns his sorrow in whisky over their mother's death. Raiders have hit her clan hard, and to save them, she finds herself betrothed to Laird MacLaurey's son to seal a pact of protection with the MacLaurey clan.

Forced into a marriage neither wants, it will take a king's edict and sacrifice from both to discover what love means. But can they accept their losses and learn from their mistakes before Brianna marries another?

Monday, April 30, 2018

Comment for Prizes: Medieval Monday

FINAL WEEK TO COMMENT.

The Author's Choice Medieval Monday blog tour wraps up today with each author spotlighting her own book. And this is the final week for readers to leave comments. Most authors are offering a book to their individual winners. Some are offering more than a book. If you've commented on any of my excerpt posts on other author blogs or if you comment this week on my final one, below, you'll be in a drawing for my prizes.

Giveaway #1-I'm offering a book of the winner's choice to one name drawn from commenters on any of my excerpt postings.

Giveaway #2-I'm offering a special, surprise gift to anyone who can identify the theme that I chose for this 14-week tour. If you noticed, the excerpts focused on Kate's abilities.
Winners of the second prize may contact me by commenting below or by IM on Facebook.

Winners will be announced later in the week.

Here's the last installment of my excerpt. Good Luck!!

EXCERPT:
If the situation became too dire, well, Kate had a plan of last resort. Her mouth tightened as the image loomed in her mind—surrendering to a life with Sir Mortimer.

Pray heaven, matters didn’t come to that.

Fortunately for her peace of mind, Sam’l interrupted her grim thoughts. “How many ye reckon t’ warn hereabouts?” A good question. She’d not slept, tallying those who lived among the dense trees and underbrush. “Fewer than a score, I believe, those who’ve made their home here. More if you figure the ones who come and go when a need arises. But they have cottages elsewhere.”

Punching his tongue from one cheek to the other then back, Sam’l tapped a knuckle on the table edge. Then he nodded. “If’n the word passes now, I’m thinkin’ they’d have time t’ move. Th’ newcomers won’t think to search so far north.”

Jamie stood, swiping a sleeve across his mouth. “I’ll go. I know where to find’em, and I can move fast.”

Although she hated for the youth to take on such a task, he could make the trek quicker than an adult. He moved through the limbs of trees faster than she traveled on the ground. She squeezed his shoulder. “Very well. But not just yet. We must complete the plans first.”

His thin body tensed beneath her fingers, then he shrugged. “I’m ready when you say.”

“I’ll start the fire,” Sam’l announced. When Kate started to protest, he held up a hand. “I c’n get away easy. M’ brother’ll mind the forge wi’ no problem. Already got an idea how t’ do it.”

If he worked at the woodpile, she’d have more time to free the prisoners. “Thank you.” She glanced at the youth, whose face lit expectantly. “We need to know when Sir Mortimer plans to carry out this punishment. Jamie, before you take the warning, will you visit the kitchens, see what you can discover?”

The boy bolted to the door.

“Wait,” she called. “Take no chances. Do you understand?” The thought of any harm coming to the eager youngster added another level of dread to her conscience.

“You can count on me.” He threw her a cheeky grin. “Be back soon.”

BLURB:
He must pursue his enemy; she must protect her people. Can their love survive the duties that drive them apart?

When her elderly husband dies, Lady Katherine fakes her own death and disappears into the forest with others escaping the brutish new lord. Determined to protect her people, she knocks the wrong man senseless. But Lord Henry isn’t an enemy, he’s the brother of her childhood friend. Although his tender confidence tempts her, she’s bound by duty.

Henry of Chauvere has found the one lady he wants for his own, never mind she’s tied him hand and foot. When he learns the king has ordered her to wed Stonehill’s ruthless new master, he insists Kate seek haven with his sister. But she won’t desert her friends. Henry vows to solve her problem, provided he catches a traitor before the threat from Kate's past catches her.https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/images/cleardot.gif

When a daring rescue compels Henry and Kate to join forces, their attraction grows into love. If only duty didn’t drive them apart.



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Monday, April 23, 2018

Medieval Monday Welcomes Ashley York and EYES OF THE SEER


Our Medieval Monday Author's Choice theme is winding down. Today I'm so happy to
welcome my last guest of the blog tour, my good friend Ashley York. Ashley is spotlighting her exciting book EYES OF THE SEER.


Astrid took a step closer.
“I am readying a bath for ye.” She swallowed right before she reached a hand out to him. “Come.”
She couldn’t be sure, but she sensed there was some inner struggle.
Don’t give up on me now!
When she moved closer, he finally closed the distance to her and accepted her hand. Heat shot up her arm, warming her innards. His palm was rough and she realized she’d never actually touched his hand before.
“It was quite large, making her hand seem as small as a child’s.
“I need to get ye something to eat as well.”
She started to move away, but he stood fast. “What are ye about, Astrid?”
Closing her eyes, she basked in the sound of her name on his lips. How could she have been so blind? When she opened her eyes, he had moved into the light. That same light revealed her expression to him, and he searched her face as if looking for answers.
“Are ye trying to talk me out of telling Diarmuid about Pádraig? Ye needn’t bother. I have done so.”
His tone was even. Steady. And his words meant far less to her than the sound of his voice. That was like a caress and she struggled to keep her eyes open and focused on him. He frowned.
“Ye can go back in, Astrid. I can see to my own needs.”

BLURB:

In ancient Ireland, men and women take to the legends for answers. Different-colored eyes are the mark of a Seer, it is said, and those who can see the future are in league with the devil. They cannot be suffered to live.

He wishes to prove himself…


Marcán of Clonascara bears the bloodline of Brian Boru, the legendary high king, and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect. But he was born with different-colored eyes, and there are some who would have him suffer a Seer’s fate. His fiercest adversary is Beibhinn, mother to Diarmuid, his close friend and king, and Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. If Astrid ever showed him any interest, he would fight Beibhinn and any army to wed her.

She is desperate to escape…

Astrid is sick of her mother’s belittling, but her brother is in no hurry to see her married, so she decides to see to her own match-making. The man she approaches quickly reveals his lack of honor, but her overbearing mother pushes her to wed him anyway. When Astrid discovers
Marcán’s love for her, she realizes that what she wants has been in front of her all along. True happiness awaits them, but only if they can put a stop to her mother’s plans.

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