Saturday, August 2, 2014



Two weeks ago, I promised an excerpt from Christiana's Choice, my medieval novel I'm preparing to self publish this month. Instead, I substituted Where Eagles Cry because I went through the horror of discovering it was no longer on my PC. It wasn't until my husband suggested I look on our other two computers that I found it, but too late. Whew. I don't know how I deleted it from this one, but I did. Which says a great deal about always having a backup, doesn't it?


Christiana, only child and heir of the Earl of Gladsbury, binds her chest and dresses as a boy in denial of her womanhood. Instead, she longs to be a knight. Should the earl die in battle, she and Gladsbury would be at the mercy of the king. It’s not only time that she marry, but that she learn a noblewoman’s task of managing as well as defending a castle. Hoping to awaken her sensuality, the earl assigns her for defense lessons to his two most eligible knights, but will Christiana respond as he has hoped?

   In the excerpt scene, the earl is injured and Rowan, known as the Dark Knight, suggests they pray for him.


Incense filled the hushed chapel, its scent as familiar and comforting as the ritual use of the holy water and the sign of the cross.
Christiana’s upturned face as Rowan turned to hand her the lighted shaft glowed in the soft light, as angelic as a fine painting. Their hands touched as he passed the candle to her, and he felt a small hot rush jolt through him that had nothing to do with the heat of the candle’s flame. He felt her start and knew she’d felt it too for her gaze locked on his own, her face a study in surprise. He held her gaze, fighting desire as it welled up inside him, creating the need to taste the sweetness of that innocent mouth, brush her eyelids with his kisses, crush her tight against him so she could feel how his body swelled with wanting.
Would her naked skin feel like silk beneath him, if he took her here, now, would the holy stillness be broken by her keening cries as his body brought her to heights of love she’d never known?
In the flickering candlelight and the scent-filled room hazy with smoke from the tapers, it was as if they were caught in their own moment in time, as if they were the only two people in the world.


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