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Weekly-ish Update:April 28

Here we calmly are, the lot of us, approaching May at a measured, sedate pace– MAY?? It’s almost May??

Writing

Writing on the contemporaries.  I have So Many Words written, but keep having to re-walk a tense line between romance & plot.  I want to write a BIG book, but then again…I don’t.   My ‘big’ plots are what slow me down in my historicals, so they’re what I’m trying to pare down in my contemporaries.  But I’m a stubborn vegetable, and hard to pare.

A New Motto

If you gaze to the right –> (you probably didn’t even notice that picture until now, right??) this is my new motto for writing this story, and all the coming ones, ’til I nail this essential element of the craft: simplicity.

 

Secret Projects

Working with a couple writer friends on secret projects. Will update as I’m able! 

(What kind of an ‘update’ is that??  Shun me. Shun me hard.)

 

Print Proofs

Working on the print proof of King’s Warrior, reading the story entirely different because it’s 3-d, held open on on my lap with a glossy cover and paper pages.  I don’t know why it’s such a different experience, but it truly is. Do you find that to be true too?

Nothing Good or Interesting

I have nothing else good or productive or even vaguely interesting to report on. Did kids’ baseball & helped with homework, had a sick kid home from school for a day, made dinners, occasionally showered, drank vodka…blah blah.  All the usual. You??

Hope your last week was awesome, and your coming one is even awesomer!

Let me know if you like my…motto.

New Cover-Claiming Her

Got a new cover for Claiming Her!

 

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  Why a new cover?, you may ask.

The model shot on the original  was gorgeous, and I adored it. But the cover itself wasn’t getting any attention. So a facelift was in order. I still have the rights to the original image, and because I love it so much, maybe one day I’ll see if I can make it work!

In the meantime…maybe you would like a little excerpt from Claiming Her, since we’re revisiting it today?

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Excerpt:

…The clerk’s voice droned on in Latin, and the Irish Hound was replying—in Latin—then the clerk read the terms aloud in French, and then in English, to ensure no confusion—oh, there was nothing but confusion—while Walter’s grim, furious, yet vaguely triumphant face glared at her.

She had done precisely what she’d told him not to do: seriously underestimated Aodh Mac Con.

The pen in her hand shook slightly. She could not catch her breath. Everyone stared. Silence spread through the hall. A boot shuffled, leather creaked, a burning log shifted, then fell into hot ash in the hearth. All she had to do was sign her name.

If she signed, she was doomed.

Traitor. Treason.

Dead woman.

A drop of bright red ink hung, suspended, at the tip of the pen in her hand. Aodh’s name was already on the page, scrawled in gorgeous, bold, educated letters, large enough to be read in Windsor.

He was afraid of nothing. This castle, this rebellion, Katarina—he claimed it all.

Trembling, she looked up into his eyes.

“Aodh,” she whispered. It slipped out helplessly.

He went into motion. “Leave us,” he ordered, taking the pen from her hand.

And once again, the people in the hall dispersed like pebbles running down a hill. His clerk and hers, the witnesses and soldiers, everyone turned and left, until she and Aodh were once again alone.

Shaking, she stood, head down, staring at the ground, braced for his fury. That is what men did, vent their fury. It would be over soon enough. He circled her once; she watched his boots make the circuit around her body.

“What is it?” he asked while behind her.

She inhaled, shook her head, looked at the papers, the signatures, then her gaze dropped to his sword. Everything about this was a conquest.

“I…cannot,” she whispered.

He’d followed her glance at his sword, and with a swift sweep of his hands, he unbuckled it and let it fall to the ground. It clattered in a heap. He stepped over it and came nearer.

“Why are you saying no?”

“Because I would lose everything.”

“Och, lass, you’ve already lost everything. All you can do now is gain.”

She gave a broken laugh. “That is no good answer.”

His gaze roved over her face, then he took the last, natural step and drew up before her. “Listen to me.”

“No.” She could not listen to his low, resonate persuasions, spoken in that dark Irish lilt, the one that tempted as if it were touch.

He curled a finger beneath her chin and tipped her face up. “You cannot think it would have gone well for you when Bertrand of Bridge arrived? The queen’s interrogator?”

She gasped. “Wh-what do you know of it?”

“In England, they are calling you a traitor. A priest-lover. An unwed dye-witch.”

Shock made her hands fly to his chest. Fear curled them into fists, bunching his tunic. “No.”

“Aye. So now, maybe, it is not so mad an idea to have something standing between you and England.”

“Oh no,” she whispered as he slid his fingers to the back of her neck and guided her closer, against the towering length of him, until they were touching from knees to stomach.

“I swear to you, Katy,” he said in a low rasp. “I will protect you.”

Confusion washed through her, an amalgam of shifting emotions. Protect her? When he was the danger, England her salvation?

Protect her? No one protected Katarina. She was the protector, of Rardove, of the people within, of the queen’s rights in Ireland.

But that this warlord had offered…

Their mouths were so close she could feel his breath on her. She wanted his breath.

“Now, Katy, let me show you the truth of us,” he said, and bent his head.

She leaned back against the table before her knees buckled, her neck arching as he touched his lips to the base of her throat. A wash of chills rained down her body so potent she almost did not notice the wide palm now skimming down her waist. She was far too focused on the other hand that had plunged into her hair, fingers splayed. He fisted his hand and tugged her head back. The pressure was hard and exquisite, the pleasure undeniable. Unstoppable.

The breath burst from her, a loud, stuttered gasp in the silent, echoing room.

Head bent, he worked his way up the line of her throat and chin, his tongue and teeth an assault of carnal skill and, wasting no time on preludes or introduction, when he reached the summit of her mouth, he simply claimed her. Slanted his mouth over hers, completed his conquest of Rardove by sliding his tongue between her already-parted lips, and deconstructed every notion she’d ever had of who she was, and what passion meant.

Showing her what he meant by their ‘truth.’

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Have fun in there!

Always love comments, and always respond!

Weekly-ish Wrap-up- March 24

Another Friday, another yay! Hope your week was great!  Mine was busy with mostly non-writerly stuff.

Writer Stuff

Been working on a contemporary romance.  There are lots of alpha dog sexytime scenes.  Be prepared. Be very prepared….

Non-Writer Stuff

Loads of promo the past couple weeks to spread the word about King’s Warrior. I’m sometimes astonished at how much work it takes to sell books.  For the record, I’m a terrible, terrible saleswoman.

Reviews for King’s Warrior

Was really touched by this blog Courtney Milan did over at Amazon’s Book Review blog, Omnivoracious, recommending exciting, immersive, out-of-the-box historical romances. She rec’ced King’s Warrior, saying

“…medieval romances that manage to capture, on the one hand, the hard, almost epic romanticism of an era filled with castles, brigands, and nobles, and on the other, romances that appeal to modern sensibilities with searingly hot romances with plots that start at adventure and never stop.”

 All About Romance reviewed King’s Warrior and said, “King’s Warrior is full of action and Ms. Kennedy is a superb storyteller…I’d definitely recommend King’s Warrior to you.”

 I was especially touched by one reader’s review over at Amazon, who said, “This felt so…E P I C. Well done, dear author. And thank you. You made Magdalena, our intrepid auburn-haired heroine, even more sensual, capably resourceful, and fierce. You also gave her grace. OMG I love her!! Our, Tadhg? You made him truly heroic….you gave him an inner voice so profound, unsure, yet resolved, that all I wanted was what HE wanted. To go home.”

New Cover for Claiming Her

Getting a new cover for Claiming Her!!  It’s super pretty.  It’ll be up on bookseller sites soon. I hope you love it!
I gave newsletter readers a sneak peek yesterday.  If you aren’t getting the newsletter, it’s free & easy–just drop your email address in the the sign-up form on the sidebar of every page of my website.  See?? —>

Or just click HERE!

A Shout-Out…

…to all the author friends who talked up King’s Warrior in their newsletters & social media. Here are some of the book deals & releases I’ve shared in my newsletter this week (are you on the newsletter??  Come on over–it’s fun! I only send it when there’s book news, and I make sure you get all the news first.  For instance, see the next item….)

Erica Ridley, USA Today bestselling author has an upcoming Regency, Lord of Chance, only 99 cents as preorder! 

 

 

Vanessa Kelly, has a new short story, Three Renegades and A Baby, part of her RENEGADE ROYALS series, and it’s only 99 cents!

When a former crime lord and two lethal spies take on the task of caring for a baby girl found on the doorstep, it’s up to Jack Easton, Marquess of Lendale, to decide who does the best job. But none of the men have any idea how much mayhem one little girl can create!

 

New York Times bestselling author Claire Delacroix has a new MEDIEVAL–yes, medieval ladies!–release this week. Crusader’s Vow is ready for you.

 

 

Availability Update: Claiming Her

Claiming Her is now available at Google Play!

 

So happy I can now offer my Google Play reader peeps the story!

What happens when a big bad warrior hero intent on conquering everything in his path comes up against a strong-willed heroine who has no intention of being conquered?

A seriously scorching hot romance, that’s what!

Go see!

 

If you prefer other vendors, here are your links!

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Release Day! King's Warrior

King’s Warrior is all yours!

“‘Knight and Day’ set in the Middle Ages!”

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(Some vendors are taking awhile to get the book up. I’ll update when they go live.)

 If you’re in the mood for a big bad Irish warrior with questionable intentions, a rollicking, non-stop, scorching hot medieval adventure, here’s your fix.

King’s Warrior, your one-stop, did-they-just-have-sex-against-a-wall historical romance thriller.

Just what you wanted on a grey Tuesday in February, yes?? 

France, 1193. Tadhg O’Malley is a wanted man.  (pronounced /tie-g/) Outlawed & on the run, he’s got very little to lose. Except his contraband, which can win a kingdom for whoever gets it first. But that innocent merchant standing on the quay?  She means nothing.  Nothing except his only way out.

Magdalena is a proper merchant who abides by all the rules, all the times.  Even the unfair ones. Especially the unfair ones. She knows better than to get mixed up with dark-eyed strangers. But when one saves her one night, she’s utterly and inadvisedly charmed.

But she’s about to discover the true consequences of joining up with outlaws: they might do anything. Anything at all.

Including drag her into a terrifying, exhilarating adventure of a lifetime.

King’s Warrior is out in the wilds, so go hunt it down.  Tadhg is waiting for you.

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(Some vendors are taking awhile to get the book up. I’ll update when they go live!)

Want an excerpt?  Of course you do!

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…Voices broke out from the other end of the quay. They turned. The reeve’s assistant was coming back along the quay with an even more officious-looking man in his wake. On their heels stalked several armed men.

Goddammit.

“Mother Mary,” she said in a desperate whisper. “What more can go awry?”

Tadhg shared the query.

There was nothing for it. He made his decision in a heartbeat. Sliding his hands up her arms, he spun her and almost flung her up against the side of the nearest building, then reached up and tore off her headdress.

“Good heavens,” she cried, her hands flying up to capture the silky veil, but he’d already pulled it off and was tugging off her distinctive cloak next.

“Mon Dieu,” she gasped, grappling for the cloak, but he fisted it together with the veil, down by his hip, then stretched out his other hand and planted it on the wall beside her head, blocking her face from the interlopers hurrying down the quay.

“Kiss me,” he ordered.

Her shocked face stared up at him. “I b-beg your pardon?”

“Kiss me, then run.”

“What?”

“If you kiss me, you’re a whore. If you stand there staring, you’re a merchant with a pouch of stolen buttons in her hand.”

A second’s pause, then she pushed up on her toes and pressed her lips to his.

Dizziness and heat swooped in like hunting birds for Magdalena, dispelling sense and reason and anything else that might have been of use to her at the moment. She had barely touched her lips to his when he descended without mercy, his mouth hard and slanting. There was no prelude, no warning, no kindness or care, no quarter given. She was a whore and he was having her.

He played the ruse exceptionally well.

He plowed her mouth open with teeth and tongue, explored the depths of her mouth with sinful abandon. She could do nothing but cling to him, her hands around his neck, her head forced back, her spine cupped, her body…thrilling.

Madness. Madness, all.

The hand not holding her cloak and wimple closed around her hip and began to tug up her skirts. She made a feeble attempt to stop him, but his grip grew fierce, and he yanked the gown, dragging it up the side of her leg until she felt cool air on her shin and calf.

Her head spun as if she’d been twirled like a top. Picked up by a bird and sent flying.

Her knees grew weak, but she did not break the kiss. She could not. He’d become a field of energy, the way a metal was pulled toward iron, or how one drop of water clung to another. She was affixed to his kiss, to his chest, which she’d somehow pressed up against, to his shoulders, which she’d somehow wrapped her arms around, to his tongue, which was tangled with hers, his hot male breath, his cunning male hand, his hard knee now making all manner of incursions between her thighs, and she, she, reveling in it.

Then—it might have been an hour, or five seconds—he pulled away, took his heat and his kiss and his hard hands and that soaring sensation, took it all away and broke the kiss.

For a second, his head hung beside hers. “What is your name?” he asked softly.

Her name? What was her name? “M-Magdalena.”

He repeated it, “Magdalena,” so it became a hot, accented breath of her name, then he slid his hands down to her elbows and pushed her away. She stood wavering, bereft, panting against the haberdasher’s wall.

“Run,” he said.

 She stared. “I—”

He gave her a little push. “Run.”

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Don’t worry, he’s going to find her later, and make her pay for being a trusting soul.

And then, she’s going to steal the one thing he never knew he had: a heart.

Seriously, go get it!

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(Will update vendor list when all sites go live)