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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.”

♥♥♥♥

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)

Weekly-ish Wrap-up: February 24

Here we are, Friday. Hope your week was great!  Mine was crazy!

Deadline Met!

Don't know what it is about a deadline that's so potent for the creative process. Definitely some of it is the total immersion in story, the way you get to hold everything else at bay–making dinners, being polite, eating–because now you have a legit excuse to do reject anything that gets in the way of writing. 

But there's more to it.  I'm convinced my muse likes to stand back, pixie-arms crossed, smiling as she watches me flail at the computer, then wafts in at random (and usually late) hours, to whisper in my ear, “Silly, it goes like this…and then this…and then this,” and it all becomes clear. 

One thing I do know: there's no way I write stories. I discover them.  Because when I'm writing the wrong story, nothing works.  Then the pixie shows up and whooom.

King's Warrior Coming Tuesday!

Yay!!  I'm so excited about this launch of the Renegade Lords series, in KING'S WARRIOR.

This started as a long novella (under the title The King's Outlaw) in an anthology early last year.  As I wrote, I realized no way was this story complete (see above, about the fickle, obstinate muse).  Also, the anthology was all novellas, so I had to keep it short.

But I committed to write the whole thing one day. This is it!

It used to be 37K words. It's now over 80K.  And it's a big, scorching hot, historical romance thriller!! 

An Irish warrior on the run.

A simple woman caught up on a thrilling adventure of kings and counts and perilous secrets. 

Hot passionate sex against a wall (and other places).  Secret caves with outlaws and glittering treasure. A snowbound hut–yes, there is snowboundness I tell you!

  Can't wait to share it with you! See you Tussday!

Who's in the mood for a scorching hot historical romance thriller???

 

 

Weekly-ish Wrap-Up, Jan 27

Because I'm that sad, we can't even have something nice occur weekly. It has to be “weekly-ish.”  You can't take me anywhere.  

Books On Lists

I was incredibly touched to see all my books made it onto several of All About Romance's mega lists of the best, noteworthy titles within the tropes we romance-loving souls so desire.  If you don't know AAR, check them out. They're one of the go-to sites to get reviews & information on the genre.

Tortured Hero

Jamie Lost (Defiant), Kier (Deception) and Griffyn Sauvage (The Conqueror) all made this list. Do you detect a theme? 

Irish Romances (set in Ireland)

Shockingly, The Irish Warrior is on here…  

Road Romances

The Irish Warrior and Defiant made this list.

These lists are only updated every so often, as in years, so it may be awhile until there's another round.

Rebranding

I'm in the midst of rebranding my new series. I should just say ‘branding,' because absolutely no thought ever went into answering the question, “How to let readers know what they'll be getting in my books, and moreover, that it's just what they're looking for, and moreover-over, it'll knock their socks (and corsets) off?”

That means covers, titles, series title…the whole works.  Stay tuned for more!

 

Glitch in Preorder

The preorder release date for THE KING'S OUTLAW (title to be changed, see above) was accidentally changed by 4 days at Amazon.  Amazon may have alerted anyone who preordered the book. So sorry about that!  I sent a note to my newsletter subscribers to update them, so they'd know it was just an error, and all sorts of sexy hijinks are still on their way. Now you know too.

If you're not on my newsletter & want to be (it's the best way get the latest news), you can sign up here.

If you haven't preordered yet, you can do it here! AMAZON | iBOOKS

Onward to February!

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