Medieval Monday ~ The Heart of the Phoenix by Barbara Bettis

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Please welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author and my friend, Barbara Bettis to Medieval Monday!

I’m delighted to share her wonderful medieval romance, The Heart of the Phoenix and a new excerpt. You will absolutely fall in love with this story.

 

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Memories
Lady Evelynn’s childhood hero is home—bitter, hard, tempting as sin. And haunted by secrets. A now-grown Evie offers friendship, but Sir Stephen’s cruel rejection crushes her, and she resolves to forget him. Yet when an unexpected war throws them together, she finds love isn’t so easy to dismiss. If only the king hadn’t betrothed her to another.

Can be cruel
Sir Stephen lives a double life while he seeks the treacherous outlaws who murdered his friends. Driven by revenge, he thinks his heart is closed to love. His childhood shadow, Lady Evie, unexpectedly challenges that belief. He rebuffs her, but he can’t forget her, although he knows she’s to wed the king’s favorite. 

And deadly 
When his drive for vengeance leads to Evie’s kidnapping, Stephen must choose between retribution and the love he’s denied too long. Surely King John will see reason. Convict the murderers; convince the king. Simple. Until a startling revelation threatens everything.

Excerpt:

“I don’t believe you heard me, Sir Stephen.” Evie’s words dripped honey. “I’m going home on orders of my brother. If the travelers Davy were to join haven’t appeared, then he can accompany me.” She shot a glance toward the youth, deep in conversation with the maid.

The back of Stephen’s neck tingled, and he clenched his hands. God’s blood, she made him so angry he longed to grab those soft arms and shake some sense into her.

“You are not remaining at the monastery, and you are not traveling to England.” His words came out in a growl. He stepped forward, and she tilted back her head to meet him eye to eye. “Must I tie you to that horse?”

She leaned in. “Just you try, Sir Stephen-the-Bully.”

He glared and crossed his arms against his chest, daring her to continue.

“Do as you think you must.” She echoed his stance, her crossed arms pushing her plump breasts higher.

Not that he noticed, blast her.

“I vow I will return the moment I’m free,” she added. “You have no authority over my movements, for you are no relative of mine.”

“And I thank God for it. How Henry has put up with you all these years I do not know. A more troublesome, contentious wi…woman I’ve never seen.”

“Did you call me a witch?”

Buy Links:

Amazon:http://amzn.to/1vSZgLF

My guest next week is Kim Headlee!

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Quote for the Week of April 19, 2015

DSC_0036“Don’t get mad. Don’t get even. Get stronger, faster and more powerful. Fill yourself with knowledge and empathy and an indomitable spirit, because no one else can do that for you. In the end, it’s your life, your choice, and your world. Give 100%, always.”

–Apolo Ohno

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Friday Feast ~ Bruschetta with Blue Cheese and Honey

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Friday Feast is a wee bit different. Today starts the digital sale for the second book in the Order of the Dragon Knights Series ~ Dragon Knight’s Medallion is only .99! If you haven’t had a chance to get Stephen and Aileen’s story, now is a perfect time before the next book releases!

To honor my hero and heroine, I’m sharing a verra simple recipe that includes their favorite…honey! They both share a fondness for this sweet treat.

 

“The truth is better served with honey than with lye.” –Excerpt, Dragon Knight’s Medallion

 

Bruschetta with Blue Cheese and Honey

1 baguette loaf, cut into slices

¼ cup extra virgin olive oil

8-10 ounces Blue Cheese

3 tablespoons honey

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Arrange the baguette slices on a baking sheet. Brush with olive. Bake until the bread is pale, about 8 minutes.

Arrange the cheese on the toasts and bake until the cheese is melted, about 3 minutes.

Drizzle the toasts with honey and serve.

Slainte! 

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Medieval Monday ~ His Captive Princess by Sandra Jones

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Please welcome romance author, Sandra Jones to Medieval Monday! I’m featuring her book, His Captive Princess, which will release on April 28th. I know I’m definitely pre-ordering this story!

Lets take a peek…

 

 

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Blurb:

Earned respect is sweet…but deserved revenge is sweeter.

Warren de Tracy was assured the Welsh village of Dinefwr would be an easy conquest, as would the widow of its fallen prince. Wedding her will appease the locals and win the respect of his liege, the usurper King Stephen.

Instead, Warren is ambushed, taken prisoner by a hooded Welshwoman with skin that glows like moonlight. If he must die at her hands, at least his honorable death will silence the whispers of disloyalty hanging over his name.

Princess Eleri has never seen a knight as stoic—and as eager to die—as Warren. She’d love to oblige the bastard, but something in his ocean-blue eyes stays her hand. Plus, suspicion nags at her, for the arrows that wounded him and killed his men are Norman, not Welsh.

A ghostly prophecy portends danger that thrusts the enemies closer together, where hate explodes into passion that won’t allow Eleri to surrender Warren to her vengeful clan. But returning him to his king breaks more than it mends…and for Warren, retaliation will be sweet, indeed.

Product Warnings

Contains a Norman warrior with a thirst for justice, a Welsh rebel princess with second sight and a steady bow hand, magical prophecies, and a plot of royal proportions.

Excerpt:

“Your Highness’?” Warren jerked in astonishment, pulling against his bonds. The ropes chafed his raw skin, sending a fresh wave of pain down his arms. “You’re of royal blood?”

She leaned over him, reaching for his bonds. “Hush! In addition to your arrow wound, I trow your tongue has healed as well these past days. It would behoove you to use it less and just be grateful you’re alive.”

Her breasts hovered inches above his face. In fact, if he lifted his head, he could bury his face between them. What would she do, this spirited wench, if he chose to do so? He would’ve enjoyed finding out if circumstances had been different. “I’d rather be dead than be a prisoner. But first…I’ll kiss your feet if you’d scratch my nose.”

She made a choking noise in her throat that almost sounded like amusement.

He felt a tug at his ropes and the friction of a knife. By the saints, she was freeing him. He couldn’t allow it.

Air stung his raw skin as soon as one of his wrists came loose. With his one arm still useless in its restraints, he shot out his free hand and clutched her forearm. Using all his strength, he turned her over beneath him, wedging her between his torso and the bed. Nose to nose, he could make out her eyes gone wide with shock in the darkness. “No!” he growled. “Do not let me leave here alive.”

Suddenly, her warrior was upon him and his knife back against Warren’s throat. “Get off the princess, you cur!”

The woman’s blade touched his chest plate. She could dispatch him with ease. Her arms were strong and lean. Her body was far from frail, and he recalled her skillful defeat of his conroi. She twisted beneath his pelvis defensively, and the grinding of her soft mound awoke his sex. Shame heated his cheeks at his sudden need and dark desires. This one time, he would allow himself to speak his mind. “If you release me, Princess, I’ll go to Kidwelly and inform my commanders what has befallen my five men at the hands of you and your people. The king will strike at the subjects of Cantref Mawr with vengeance such as you’ve never known.”

Her expression shifted from stark panic to slow derision as her saucy lips curved up at one corner. “You think I don’t know what you’re capable of?” Her eyes flashed downward meaningfully, and he knew she’d noted the turn of his wicked thoughts. “You want to have your way with me. To tear my clothing from my body and part my legs. But you know nothing of my people, Norman. You haven’t even bothered to learn the language—” she broke off, slurring in Welsh at her vassal.

The burly guard grabbed Warren’s bandaged shoulder, twisting it back until bile climbed in his throat. “Umpff!” While he convulsed in pain, the woman slipped loose and turned him on his back, pinning his groin beneath two very sharp knees. He hissed through his teeth, “Par les saints!”

If he’d been successful in his mission, this devil-wench would’ve been his bride?

“You are my prisoner, knight.” She planted the flat of her hand against his neck, leaving no doubt of her desire for domination as her angry pulse drummed against his skin. “I am the Princess of Deheubarth, widow of Prince Owain ap Daffyd, murdered by your Norman peers. It will be my pleasure keeping you alive. We’re taking you to those who will do with you what they will. I care not. Until then, you are my dog. My captive. My slave. And you will obey!”

Release date: April 28, 2015! Pre-oder here:

Buy Links:

(Samhain store) https://www.samhainpublishing.com/book/5407/his-captive-princess

(Amazon) http://www.amazon.com/His-Captive-Princess-Sandra-Jones-ebook/dp/B00TLIGB14/

(Barnes & Noble) http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/his-captive-princess-sandra-jones/1121228851?ean=9781619224452

(All Romance) https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hiscaptiveprincess-1748538-161.html

About the Author

Sandra proudly considers herself a history geek. She is the author of five historical romances including the new River Rogues series set in frontier America. When not researching or writing, she enjoys traveling, genealogy (she’s the direct descendant of a Norman knight) and watching British TV. She and her husband of twenty-five years live in a cabin with two spoiled cats and occasionally attend Renaissance fairs.

She also loves chatting with readers. You can connect with Sandra at any of the following links:

Author Links

Website: http://www.sandrajonesromance.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sandra-Jones-Author/428923117143918

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/SJonesRomance

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SandraJones

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Quote for the Week of April 12, 2015

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“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.”

–Mary Jean Iron

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Friday Feast ~ Chinese Chicken Salad

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I love watching new life come forth in my backyard. Everything is so colorful after their winter sleep.

With the arrival of spring, I tend to whip up a variety of salads for our meals. My husband jokes that I was probably a rabbit in my former life, since I can survive on greens.

Ha! I need my bread, meat, and cheeses, too.

This is one of my favorite, go-to recipes. It’s light, filling, and delicious. And super easy.

CHINESE CHICKEN SALAD

2-3 boneless chicken breasts, chopped in small bite-sized chunks (we usually do three, but then there are leftovers for the next day)

1 garlic clove, crushed

4-6 green onions, chopped (your preference)

1 can sliced water chestnuts, chopped

Asian salad dressing of your choice

1 bag of the tri-color Coleslaw (red & green cabbage w/carrots)

1/4 cup unsalted peanuts, crushed

Add 1 tablespoon olive oil to a skillet; add 3 chopped green onions and garlic. Sauté for about five minutes. Add your chicken and cook for about twenty minutes. Then add about 2 tablespoons (your choice) of Asian Sesame dressing. Cook for another ten minutes, or until browned. Let cool for about 5-10 minutes.

Toss coleslaw into a large bowl; add water chestnuts, the remaining green onions, and peanuts. Spoon in chicken mixture and dress with more salad dressing. Toss completely and serve.

Do you have any recipes for the new season? Or, do you make them all year round?

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Medieval Monday ~ Dragon Knight’s Medallion

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Medieval Monday has returned! I’m looking foward to sharing more medieval romances with you.

Yet, to start off the new spring season of Medieval Monday, I start off with my own Dragon Knight’s Medallion. And I’ve included a new excerpt. The first kiss between Stephen and Aileen. Enjoy!

 

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Blurb:

To right a wrong, two souls are brought together only to shatter when they are torn apart by the deeds of an evil druid.

Dragon Knight, Stephen MacKay’s powers are altered after the death of his sister. Now he is plagued with visions that threaten to destroy his soul. When Aileen Kerrigan falls through a time tunnel, he vows to keep her safe, despite the fact the beautiful but head-strong half-blooded fae could be the death of him.

When Aileen finds out her dad is a Fenian Warrior, she flees to a nearby ruin. Armed with the medallion her mother gave her, and a matching one belonging to a long dead knight, she is flung into the past and finds a handsome but surly warrior who is on a quest. Now it seems her future could be entwined with his, if she doesn’t kill him first.

Excerpt:

Stephen was gathering some food, which Betha had prepared for him understanding he would be away all night. She and Donal had pleaded with him to join in the feasting, but he waved them off rather rudely. He wanted no part of the festivities.

Almost colliding with a couple, he swore softly. Placing the food across Grian, he shifted hesitantly. It was then he spotted…her.

His hand froze on the leather sack. Sweet Mother! What was she doing? And dressed like that? She was a Goddess of the flame. He watched as she was swung up into the air by none other than Brian. Then he dared to slide her down against him.

Dark fury burst somewhere deep inside Stephen. “I’m going to kill him,” he rasped out.

The blood roared in his head, as he stormed across the open field, never hearing those who greeted him in passing—one hand held firm against his sword.

Stephen waited as any warrior would. Let the enemy show himself, he thought. When their dancing brought them nearer to him, he darted in front blocking their path.

They never saw him coming.

Aileen’s back slammed into his chest, and his arms grasped her instantly in a firm grip. “Hey, ouch!” She tried to move, but he held her solid against his body.

Brian skidded to a halt. “Greetings, Sir Stephen.”

He went to grab for Aileen’s hand, when Stephen let out a growl of warning.

“What is your problem? Did you just growl?” demanded Aileen. She tried to pry herself loose, but he continued to hold her firm.

“Mine,” he snarled.

Instantly, Brian’s face went white.

“Thank ye for the dance, Lady Aileen,” Brian clipped out. Giving Stephen a curt nod, he stormed away.

“Bloody. God. Damn. Hell,” Aileen snapped.

Stephen released her, only spinning her around to face him. Something primal within him tore loose. He tried to reason with himself that this was insanity, though his mind and body would not yield. His gaze dropped to those lips—lips he had fantasized about for weeks.

Aileen,” he choked out before his mouth took hers in a plundering kiss. His lips moved over hers devouring their softness. The kiss became urgent, pleading in its need. His tongue sought hers, and the dance of desire seared their bodies. Raw passion took over his anger, and she opened fully, drawing him against her body. She took her hands and wrapped them around his head, threading her fingers in his locks and pulling him in deeper. Never in all of his life had he felt so right in someone’s arms.

When he broke from the kiss, his breathing was labored. Her eyes were dark with desire for him, and he shook with such need, it frightened him.

“By the hounds,” he uttered hoarsely. In one swift move, he picked her up. Carrying her to his horse, he ignored the hoots, and remarks coming from the crowd. Placing her on Grian, he swung around in back, taking off through a large group of oak trees with only one clear thought in mind.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon  The Wild Rose Press  Barnes & Noble  APPLE  KOBO 

My guest next week on Medieval Monday is Sandra Jones.

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Winner from Cover Reveal and Giveaway!

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Congratulations, Eileen Dandashi! You’ve won a signed print copy of Dragon Knight’s Sword and this lovely keychain made by Discrete Dangles.

Please send me an email (look for it on my website on the author page) and I’ll send off your package.

Thanks everyone for your wonderful comments. More great giveaways and events are planned in the next few months, so I hope you’re all signed up to receive email notices to my blog and newsletter.

However you celebrate, I’m wishing everyone a beautiful Spring, Passover, or Easter.

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Cover Reveal ~ Dragon Knight’s Axe and Giveaway!

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Doing a dance for my latest cover in the Order of the Dragon Knights Series ~ Dragon Knight’s Axe!

The artist has truly captured Alastair MacKay’s elemental power of the land in this cover, and I’m thrilled to finally share it with everyone.

Blurb: 

Alastair MacKay, a battled-scarred Dragon Knight flees to the sea to separate himself from his fae-given power connecting him to the land. But it is on land that he rescues a woman from a slave trader in Ireland. It is through Fiona he steps back inadvertently into a world filled with magic—taking on the role of protector and at the same time leading him on a journey to confront his greatest regret and fears.

Research assistant, Fiona O’Quinlan loves translating ancient artifacts at Trinity College. When she falls asleep on an archeological dig, she awakens in another time. She soon discovers a Dragon Knight’s relic has been entrusted into her care. Determined to return the artifact to the Great Glen, Fiona is unprepared for the danger ahead—losing her heart and soul to Alastair “Beast” MacKay.

Will their love be strong enough to soothe the beast and heal the man? Or will Death swing its axe, leaving them lost for all eternity?

April Newsletter :

I’ve changed the way I’ve been doing my newsletter and have sent it out in a letter format to your emails. I hope you enjoy the fresh new look. The monthly newsletter will no longer be up on my website. This area will be used for a “News & Events” tab. Look for these changes to be happening in the next few weeks.

In celebration of my new cover, I will be giving away a signed print copy of Dragon Knight’s Sword, the first in my series, along with a beautiful keychain made by Discrete Dangles. Just leave me a comment on what you think of the new cover. I will choose a random winner this Friday. Also, Friday Feast will return the week.

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Celebrating The Romance Reviews Anniversary with a Giveaway!

I’m celebrating The Romance Reviews 4th Anniversary by participating in a giveaway. All you have to do is answer my question for a chance to win a digital copy of DRAGON KNIGHT’S MEDALLION. Today is my day, but a chance to win many more prizes ends on the 31st. Click on the poster for The Romance Reviews to enter the event.  Once there, scroll down to find my question–mine is #12. Also, you need to log in to The Romance Reviews before you can play the games. Registration is free and easy. And I’ve made my question verra easy to answer. I’ve also included a hint.

And since I didn’t have my ususal quote for the week yesterday, I shall leave you with this one ~

“Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.” –Khalil Gibran

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