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Intro The Hero: Defiant

I was updating the ebook file of DEFIANT, and was reminded of what a bad man Jamie Lost is.  Really, not nice at all.  Eva is convinced he’s a menace cast up from Hell to plague her, thwart her, endanger her…tempt her.

True on all counts.

If you haven’t read DEFIANT yet and are in the mood for a big (110K words big!) adventure-strewn, road romance set in the time of King John and his not-so-chivalrous knights, go indulge yourself today!

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Here’s Eva’s first impression of the devil:

…The rogue’s thick fingertips touched the middle of her back and pushed her the rest of the way inside the tavern.  Then he stepped in too and pointed to a table by the far wall.

“Over there. Sit.”

Again with the commands.

She wanted to growl at him.

He tromped over the bulging plank floors toward the back counter that ran the length of the room, moving through flickering shadows of torchlight.

His hair-roughened square jaw could denote either a dull blade or a rough nature, but his hair, barely tethered by a leather strip, long and dark, bespoke only outlawry.

His cape was nondescript, calf-length. Beneath he wore a black, quilted surcoat, sleeveless, covering what she supposed was a mail shirt, although he wore a longer-sleeved tunic over it, as if to conceal what lay beneath. Both surcoat and tunic hung to mid-thigh, slit up the sides. Mucky knee-high boots completed the ensemble, but it was the dark hose, molded tight over his thighs, that kept Eva’s attention riveted far longer than was necessary.

He wore no insignia on his dark surcoat, bore no identifying colors, yet everyone either had a lord or was a lord. Even the most feared, ruthless mercenary, a Brabançon, identified himself with someone. Here in England, that usually meant the English king.

By the look in this one’s eye, ’twas a simple matter to place him there, among the terrible, ruthless sorts.

But somehow, she couldn’t believe something so…beautiful could be so awful.

And he was beautiful, to a hard line, masculine magnificence, all long, lean contours of hard heat and piercing eyes. A beast in his prime.

Her dark-eyed proteus looked over his shoulder, scowling when he saw she had not ‘come,’ was not ‘over there.’

“Sit,” he growled. “And stay.”

A fissure of anger opened up inside her. She narrowed her eyes and, very softly, barked.

***

For the record, Jamie didn’t like being barked at.

And so the adventure begins….

HAVE FUN IN THERE!

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Cover Reveal & Preorder-The King's Outlaw

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Gorgeous, right??

Preorder now!

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In THE KING’S OUTLAW, get ready for a sexy, thrilling ride through Crusades-era Europe! 

Travel to medieval France & England and get a taste of the Holy Lands with King Richard the Lionheart.   Visit a sea town shrouded in darkness and corruption, sneak into hidden caves,  sail on ships, and get snowbound in a firelit cottage with no one but a dangerous outlaw and the way he’s looking at you, firelight glinting in his eye… (yes, there is snowbound-ness!) 

The story originally appeared in the anthology Captured by a Celtic Warrior

It’s expanded for this single title release to show more of the hero & heroine’s journey across England, including scenes from the secret cove that forms the nexus of the Renegades & Outlaws collection.

Here’s an except for you!

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The King’s Outlaw©

…She didn’t know how long she listened, or how long he spoke, in his low, lilting voice, drawing pictures so vivid she could almost feel the Irish sun on her skin, smell the grass under her feet. “…and in Ireland, Maggie,” he said, making her shiver every time he called her that, “you’ve got to take care, for the otherworld is close to hand, fey close, so close that on some nights, you lay and listen to things you know cannot be real, but they are, and then you know the world is far more wide and wonderful than ever the priests did tell.”

They faced each other. His eyes were gleams of fading firelight, hers of distant hope.

“It sounds a most worthy place,” she whispered.

“I never should have left,” he agreed, regret thick in his voice. “But glory beckoned.”

She knew that thick coating in her own throat, all too well. Impulsively, she touched her fingertips to his hand. “That is the way of it, though, for some of us,” she said urgently. “We leave that which we do have, to seek that which we might have. Sometimes, we stumble along the way.”

Tadhg looked down at her hand, her fingertips barely skimming the back of his. Offering comfort, she emanated innocent desire. Her long hair spilled in glorious disarray over her shoulders, and her eyes were bright and full of fire—he greatly approved of fire in a woman, and so infrequently found it—and her lips were far too full to be only three inches away from his own, half parted, breathing on him.

“A besetting sin, then?” he murmured.

“That is it,” she whispered happily.

She smelled like sunshine, and her smile punched a hole through the densest, darkest part of him, the cloud of him, the roiling, rising thunderstorm in his heart. “Lass,” he said in a thick voice, “I swear on my life, I will settle this debt to you.”

She shook her head. “You already have.”

He smiled grimly to himself. She had no idea what he meant. She thought he meant what had already come, and that it was all over now. But it was not over, and to the almost certain damnation of his soul, he was not yet done using her.

A melodic sound penetrated the walls of her shop. Church bells, calling the faithful to midnight mass, as they would every night of these Twelfth Night revelries.

Magdalena jerked a little, yanked out of the fairy-like cloud that had descended over her shop, almost startled to find herself still sitting behind her counter. In every way but the truth, she’d been far, far away, on the green hills of Ireland, with….

She sat up straight. “What is your name?”

He blew out something that sounded like a sigh. “Tadhg Nessan Cenn Fáelad O’Malley.”

The words tumbled out swiftly, a lyrical and utterly incomprehensible combination of syllables. “My,” she laughed. “It sounds nice and noble.”

“Oh, aye, quite. Nessan means stoat.”

She laughed—she’d laughed more with this man in a half-day of trials and tribulations than she had in a twelve-month of calm, proper living. Or a hundred-month of it.

“You can call me Tadhg,” he said, looking at her mouth.

Tayg,” she whispered, sounding it out. “What does it mean?”

“Poet.”

“And are you one?”

“I’m thinking of one just now.” He looked from her lips to her eyes. “’Tis bawdy.”

A long, wide ribbon of excitement unfurled through her as she tipped her head back and laughed again. He watched her appreciatively.

The bells finished their tolling.

“You should go.” She forced herself off the crate, away from the ribbons of excitement and laughter. “There is only one guard at the gate at this hour, Gustave, and he is quite amenable to negotiation.”

“So now you know the gate guards, too?” he grumbled as he got to his feet.

She pushed gently on his shoulder. “Go.”

Oh, how she did not want him to go.

He did not go. For a long minute he looked down at the ground, and when he lifted his head, there was something in his eye that made her breath slow down and her heart speed up.

“Do you need anything?” she said softly. “Food?”

He shook his head.

“Oh, your money! That you gave me on the quay.” She started to turn to where she’d hidden it, in a pouch under the counter.

He put a hand on her arm, stilling her. “Keep it.”

“But—”

“Keep it.”

His fingers were warm bands encircling her upper arm. She looked into his eyes and felt oddly, shockingly bereft. “Oh, I wish—”

She cut the words short before they did something dangerous, like instill hope, in however small a degree.

He lifted a hand to her cheek, brushed a bent knuckle across it. “No, you don’t,” he murmured. “You do not wish for that.”

“Yes, I do.”

Faintly he smiled, but his voice was hard. “Lass, you do not want what I have.” As if to prove it, he overturned his hand and dragged a calloused thumb roughly across her bottom lip.

All the breath came out of her in a hot rush. “Oh.”

It was a gasp of arousal, of desire and pent-up wanting, as far as she could retrieve the memory from the dusty cabinet of her mind. It made her want to weep for the lost memory of it.

He watched her with dark, unreadable eyes, then slid his thumb back again, a little harder, rolling her lip down the slightest bit. She tipped her head back and let her mouth part under the rough caress.

“That is a mistake,” he ground out. “You do not realize….” He shook his head once. “How much I want you.”

She stepped to him, pressed her breasts up to him. His thighs were hard against the front of hers, the hilts of his weapons bumped against her hips and belly, and dark, dangerous desire burned in his eyes. She wanted all of it. All of him.

“Show me.” She slid her arms around his neck. “For I have been dying to be wanted the way you do.”

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Let me know what you think of the cover!!

Scorching hot, epic, lush historical romances, the books in the R&O collection feature heroes & heroines who visit the same secret cove, Renegades Cove. You’ll experience all eras of the middle ages in these sweeping stories of hard-willed alpha heroes and fiery, determined women who use the cove to escape villains, plot perilous missions, and of course, fall in love.

Get ready for these bad boy medieval warriors and their fiery, strong heroines!

Claiming Her out in paperback!

The paperback version of

Claiming Her is ready for you! 

If you like reading paperback books, or just like to have them on the shelves to petting purposes, just time for the holidays…the paperback version of Claiming Her is out!

And it’s so-o-o-o- pretty. 

See the pretty??

 

Cream paper, gorgeous font, the Renegades & Outlaws logos used for chapter breaks and scene breaks…so, so pretty. You’re going to want a copy!  Maybe a perfect holiday gift for you or another historical romance-loving buddy??

The book is long–108K words of story + Author’s Notes (and it was supposed to be a novella!) but it’s still easy to hold, easy to read, and did I mention gorgeous??

The original cover shoot for the books, with those gorgeous tats on the was done by Jenn LeBlanc. One of her models spraypainted another model for the shoot, using an example I provided of the look of the tattoos.  Jenn also did the orignal cover.

Jaycee De Lorenzo of Sweet n’ Spicy Designs did the full print version of the cover, and it’s gorgeous. Did I already mention that?

Fun fact: The back cover image, underlying the text, features the ruins of Dunluce castle in Ireland, which is how I picture Rardove.  Like this:

 

The interior of the book, with the fonts & the logos ued as chapter breaks, etc was done by Amy Atwell, who owns Author EMS.  She had her work cut out for her, because this is a BIG book: 108K words, plus additional Author’s Notes. I told her I wanted it to be affordable (i.e. not too many oages) and readable, and…you know the drill, gorgeous.  She did it!!  So, so pretty.

Look at some of the pretty:

 

The print version is slightly expanded from the original ebook version.  There were a couple scenes that were nagging at me, scenes I knew needed to be fleshed out more, and this was the time to do it.

I’ve updated the book version as well!  If you’ve already purchased the ebook, you can easily get this updated file.  Just go into your digital ebook dashboard (whether that’s at Amazon, or BN, or iTunes, or Kobo) and have the updated version delivered to you.  If you have any questions, contact their customer support and tell them you know there’s an updated file for Claiming Her, and you’d like it delivered to your device.

I hope you love!!

You can buy the paperback at

Amazon or direct from Createspace.

 

And if you prefer the digital book, here are your links!

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Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, and heartfelt Joy to us all!!

 

 

 

 

 

Flash Sale!

Hey kids!  Preempting today’s weekly wrap-up  (and not because I was mostly a slug this week. No, it’s not why.  Truly. Hey, stop with the skeptical frowns…)

No really, it’s because I have…

A very temporary flash sale for you!

CAPTURED BY A CELTIC WARRIOR, the bestselling anthology I did with 3 writer friends, is on sale right now for 99c.  If you haven’t got the antho yet, today’s the day!Captured by a Celtic Warrior by Kris Kennedy

Let me break down the perhaps hidden tropes in the anthology, to help convince you need it NOW.

There are warriors.

There are Celts. Three Scotsman and an Irishman. But wait, there’s more!

There are abductions.

There is an abundance of sexytimes. Let me repeat: abundance.

Things are said like:

“Lass, you do not want what I have.” As if to prove it, he overturned his hand and dragged a calloused thumb roughly across her bottom lip.

All the breath came out of her in a hot rush. “Oh.”

It was a gasp of arousal, of desire and pent-up wanting, as far as she could retrieve the recollection from the dusty cabinet of her mind. It made her want to weep for the lost memory of it.

He watched her with dark, unreadable eyes, then slid his thumb back again, a little harder, rolling her lip down the slightest bit.

She tipped her head back and let her mouth part under the rough caress.

“That is a mistake,” he ground out. “You do not realize….”  He shook his head once. “How much I want you.”

She stepped to him, pressed her breasts up against him. His thighs were hard against the front of hers, the hilts of his weapons bumped against her hips and belly, and dark, dangerous desire burned in his eyes. She wanted all of it. All of him.

“Show me.”  She slid her arms around his neck. “For I have been dying to be wanted the way you do.”

And woo-boy, does he show her. Wanna see??  Go get it! 

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Have fun out there!

 

 

Weekly Wrap-up: November 4th

#FallBackInTime

This weekend, authors & readers are celebrating their love of historical romance by posting selfies of us reading historical romances on social media!  My #FallBack pix are usually ‘doggies’ and ‘Legoies’ more than selfies, but I think we’re all secretly dying to see dogs and toys reading historical romance anyhow.

Find me on Twitter (@KrisKennedy) and Facebook (@KrisKennedyBooks).  Post your own and @ me, and I’ll RT and cheer you on!

Started NaNo 

“NaNo” is short for National Novel Writing Month, where writers from around the globe get together virtually and kick some wordly ass (In case it wasn’t clear, I made the word ‘wordly’ up). The generic Nano goal is 50K words by the end of November.

My goal: rough-finish two contemporaries for the Bella Love name.  Current progress: about 6K

Getting Cover Made

Getting a cover made for the single title release of The King’s Outlaw.  This will be the ‘director’s cut’ extended edition, with some extra scenes that had to be cut from the novella version that appeared in the anthology, Captured by a Celtic Warrior. 

Finalizing Print Version of CLAIMING HER

Completed the text formatting for Claiming Her. Or I should say my buddy Amy Atwell & her company Author EMS  did (and ooohh, it’s so pretty, with the Renegades & Outlaws logo appearing as part of the chapter breaks!)  

Waiting now on the print cover to get done, then I order proofs and see how it looks in hard copy, holding it in my hand.  Once I approve those, it will be ready for purchase, hopefully by Christmas!

Upcoming Giveaway

Joined up with Madeline Martin, writer of Scottish historical romance, in an upcoming giveaway to reward readers and hopefully introduce you to some new historical romance authors. 

“Thankful for Historical Romance Readers” giveaway  will place in a couple weeks. Stay tuned for more info!