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Historical Fiction Book: Claimed by the Enemy by Shauna Roberts @ShaunaRoberts5


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Historical Fiction, Romance


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Crown Princess Nindalla knows the terrifying power of Sargon of Akkad’s army: Ten years ago, it destroyed her home city and killed her parents. Now the nightmare is happening again. The Akkadians conquer her new home, Susa; make her a widow; and strip her of her rank. Nindalla vows to protect her children from her enemies by any means necessary, including marrying whoever can shield them best. With plots swirling around her, can she trust her instincts to tell friends from foes?

Farm boy Ur-sag-enki was forced to become a soldier in the Akkadian army ten years ago after it destroyed his home and left him with nothing. When the Akkadians conquer Susa, he is awarded its governorship. He looks forward to settling down to the normal family life he craves. First, though, he must keep control of Susa despite enemies who exploit his inexperience, and he must gain legitimacy by persuading beautiful former princess Nindalla to marry him. But can he win her heart when it was his hand that struck down her husband?

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Ur-sag-enki forced his thoughts to cold, heartless strategy. General Qisim had sent him to find Crown Princess Nindalla for a reason. To hold the city, he would her child alive and healthy and in his possession. The boy was the last of the royal line of Susa. Marrying Nindalla would legitimize Ur-sag-enki’s governorship.

His liver twinged, rebelling at the governor’s orders. Demons could take the man and his cold plotting! Ur-sag-enki would marry Nindalla because she was his destiny. The gods had decreed it at his birth. The shiny black hair he yearned to touch, the beautiful eyes he longed to look into, the rare smile he wanted to coax out—he had known they would be his since the day of the New Year’s Festival. He had never loved another woman, never expected to.

He had been waiting for her.

His skin tingled from his feet to his scalp. He had looked for her in every conquered city, his heart pounding each time he caught a glance of long, heavy hair or a certain arrogant tilt of the head. He had been disappointed too many times to count.

Now his restless body long to jump around or dance. He grinned widely. I must look like a fool. But he didn’t care. At last the gods had brought him to her! I will protect her and keep her safe always. I will let no one, not General Qisim, not even King Sargon himself, harm her or her baby.

He untied the amulet from his neck. It was a baked-clay figurine of a goat, an animal sacred to the god Enki. He wound the leather thong around it and tucked it inside the baby’s bindings.

Nindalla looked up and smiled. “You have done well, soldier. Find Prince Humba. Learn what name I should give his son and successor. Then bring my daughters here.”

He squeezed his eyelids shut as his body suffered the pain hers know to feel. The woman had daughters in the palace, a palace overrun by soldiers drunk on blood and beer and victory.

“My lady—” He stopped. He couldn’t tell her, not yet. She deserved a time of happiness with her baby first.


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Shauna Roberts writes fantasy, science fiction, historical fiction, and romance. She currently lives in Southern California. She was a copyeditor and an award-winning freelance medical and science writer for 21 years before retiring to write fiction. A graduate of the Clarion Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Workshop, she now serves on the Clarion Foundation Board of Directors. In 2011 she won the Speculative Literature Foundation’s Older Writers’ Grant.

 

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Historical Romance Feature: An Irresistible Shadow by Kirsten S. Blacketer @KirBlacketer


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Romance, Historical Romance, Medieval Romance


an irresistible shadow

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Lady Evelyn Montgomery, only daughter of the Baron of Rayne, detests the thought of marriage. She will never allow a man to control her. Crushed by the constraints of propriety, she steals away from the safety of the keep and stumbles onto a plot designed to stir up trouble between England and Scotland. When a mysterious hooded man saves her, she fights her attraction to him as they join forces to hunt down a traitor and save her father. But can she save her heart?

Gabriel is a Shadow Guardian. Hiding beneath his black cowl and blending into the night, he is sworn to protect the Baron’s daughter. The spirited Lady Evelyn is far from the delicate flower he anticipated. She makes herself crystal clear, no man will possess her. Can he prove to her that love can be more than just possession? Or will the traitor they seek tear them apart forever?

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“What is it you want from me?”

“I am a shadow guardian.” He leaned toward her. “My purpose is to protect you from harm, even if it means protecting you from yourself.” His voice was velvet soft.

“Who holds your allegiance?”

“You, princess,” he responded.

“You can address me with my proper title, Lady Evelyn,” she admonished, throwing the ruined flower to the floor to grind it beneath her slipper.

“You aren’t angry.” He took a step closer. It was a statement, not a question.

“Aye, but I am,” she said, setting her jaw and boldly glaring at him. “I do not need you to watch over me like a child. I can take care of myself.” Her heart whispered a plea to accept him, trust him. Her pride fought back, sending her heart to a dark place deep inside. Her spine straightened. She refused to like this man.

“Forgive my intrusion,” he bowed stiffly. “Good evening, my lady.” A chill embraced her as he stepped away. Her heart cried out, begging to give him a chance.

“And if I should require your assistance?” she murmured just above a whisper.

His hand hovered on the balcony door handle. “I’ll be close by, hiding in the shadows.” His reply was soft, as if to soothe her pride.

“Do you have a name, shadow guardian?” The question spilled from her lips before she could stop it.

His head turned towards her, face hidden deep in the hood, but the smile in his voice was clear.

“Gabriel.”

With two swift strides, he disappeared over the balcony and into the waiting darkness.


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Kirsten S. Blacketer is a stay at home mother of two energetic children and a Brittany Spaniel. A proud U.S. Air Force Wife, she spends a majority of her time with her family, going where the military sends them. She is an avid romance reader. The countless stories floating around her head fill notebooks stashed in her bookcase next to books of her handwritten poetry.  Drawn to male beauty, nothing entices or entrances her like horses and handsome men in cravats (or a uniform).  When she’s not lost in a universe of words, Kirsten enjoys photography, horseback riding, gardening, and rollercoasters. Her husband is her daily inspiration and constant support.

Her passion for writing sparked in eighth grade English, thanks to Mr. Mushrush. Then it caught fire in high school, in Mr. West’s sophomore English class. But it was her father’s encouragement that made her push to become the writer she is today. She surrounds herself with likeminded writers who foster her love for writing and help her continually improve her craft.

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Western Historical Romance Book: Smolder on a Slow Burn by Lynda J. Cox @LyndaCox


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Western Historical Romance


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When your life has been stolen from you and the man responsible wants you dead, where do you run? Who do you trust?

Allison Webster dreams of having an adventure like the characters in the books she loves. But there is no romance in being pursued by a man who wants her dead for educating the children of former slaves. Unlike the heroines she reads about she doesn’t have a trusty companion to rescue her…until she literally runs into A.J. Adams, a former Confederate cavalry officer. Now, she just has to convince A.J. he really is the honorable man and hero depicted in the dime novel she is reading.

When everything you fought for was stripped away, even your honor, what is left to fight for other than revenge?

Branded a “traitor” for more than ten years, scarred by harsh treatment in an inhumane prisoner of war camp, A.J. Adams wants revenge. Allison Webster’s arrival into his life provides the bait to destroy the men who murdered his wife and daughters and kidnapped his little brother. The men pursuing Allison are the very same men he has sworn to kill. Falling in love and admitting he might actually be a hero means surrendering his need for vengeance. Surrender is not part of A.J.’s battle strategy.

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A.J. watched her make her way from the boxcar with as much dignity as it appeared she could muster. The memory of that tiny waist in his hands and the slightness of her build had startled him. The barrier of that shapeless dark green sedge skirt vanished the moment his hands closed around her waist, and he could envision long, lithe limbs. He didn’t make it a habit to imagine any woman undressed, but this one knocked every bit of his equilibrium out from under him and he didn’t have the slightest idea why she did.

When she met his eyes, he’d been taken back. Slender, feathered brows lifted and eyes the color of melted chocolate widened—widened enough he was sure she saw all the way into the black abyss that was once his soul. Bright color flooded her cheeks when he told her to have a seat on the hay bale. Her slight Georgia drawl, hidden under layers of what sounded to be years of formal education, knifed into his chest.

He had watched her discreetly tuck several strands of walnut hair back under that ridiculous hat perched on her head. Realizing he had been staring at her, A.J. turned his back, letting the rapidly moving landscape occupy his gaze. She was lovely, he had to admit that. Walnut hair kissed with warm gold, high cheekbones that curved just enough to give her an elfin cast, a pert little nose, and the darkest chocolate eyes he’d ever seen combined into a rather alluring image. It had been a very long time since he had looked at a woman and not compared her to Cathy. He had sworn, as he knelt at Cathy’s grave that there would never be another. Now, a little slip of a thing had gotten in past his carefully constructed battlements and stirred something in him he could have sworn an oath to be long dead and buried beneath a live oak in Kentucky.

She was right, he was no gentleman. Sliding the door shut in her face hadn’t been the most gentlemanly thing he could have done, but he had long ago given up being anything that might even resemble a gentleman. He’d given that up sometime during his tenure in a veritable hell on earth called Camp Infernum. If he’d harbored hopes of regaining anything that came close to gallantry after watching men fight one another like animals for a scrap of moldy bread, all hope died on a warm spring afternoon when he collapsed to his knees at Clayborne at the graves of his wife and daughters and learned his younger brother had been taken by a band of roving deserters. A.J. knew his veneer of civility was just that—a veneer hiding a wounded, dangerous animal.


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Lynda J. Cox will tell anyone who will listen that she was born at least one hundred and fifty years too late, and most definitely in the wrong part of the country. She holds a master’s degree in English with a concentration in creative writing from Indiana State University after earning her BA from the same university as a non-traditional student. (Think being old enough to be mom to 90% of the students in her freshman cadre.) She’s kept busy with two spoiled rotten house cats, a 30 plus year old Arabian gelding who has been nicknamed “Lazarus” for his ability in the later years of his life to escape death, and quite a few champion collies. When she isn’t writing, she can be found on the road, travelling to the next dog show. She loves to chat about books, the writing life, and the insanity which is called a “dog show” and can be reached through her Facebook page.

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Historical Romance Book Spotlight: Savage Possession by Margaret Tanner


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Historical Romance


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A sweeping tale of love’s triumph over tragedy and treachery in frontier Australia.

A mistaken identity opens the door for Martin Mulvaney to take his revenge on the granddaughter of his mortal enemy.

An old Scottish feud, a love that should never have happened, and a series of extraordinary coincidences trap two lovers in a family vendetta that threatens to destroy their love, if not their lives.

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Margaret Tanner is a multi-published Award winning Australian author. She loves delving into the pages of history as she carries out research for her historical romance novels, and prides herself on being historically accurate. No book is too old or tattered for her to trawl through, no museum too dusty, or cemetery too overgrown. Many of her novels have been inspired by true events, with one being written around the hardships and triumphs of her pioneering ancestors in frontier Australia.

Margaret is a member of the Melbourne Romance Writers Group (MRWG). She won the 2007 and 2009 Author of the Year at AussieAuthors.com. Her novel Frontier Wife won the Best Historical Romance Novel at the 2010 Readers Favorite Award, and another novel, Wild Oats was a 2011 Finalist in the EPIC awards. In 2013, her novel, Savage Possession, came 3rd in the International Digital Awards contest hosted by the Oklahoma RWA, and it was a Finalist in the ChocLit Publisher’s Find An Aussie Star competition. Her World War 1 novel, A Rose In No Man’s Land was a semi-finalist in The Kindle Book Reviews 2013 Best Indie Book Awards.

Margaret is married with three grown up sons, and two gorgeous little granddaughters.

Outside of her family and friends, writing is her passion.

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Regency Romance Book Spotlight: Once Upon A Wager by Julie LeMense @julielemense


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Historical Romance, Regency Romance


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When Lord Alec Carstairs returns from the Peninsular Wars, hailed as a hero in the midst of the London Season, only Annabelle Layton knows the sort of man that he really is, that the honor everyone praises is illusory.

They’d been close friends once, before a passionate kiss changed everything. But if she’d secretly loved him, those feelings had died one bright summer morning, when a reckless wager left Annabelle with terrifying injuries. Alec had abandoned her without a backwards glance.

Hardly the actions of a hero.

But Alec has never forgotten her, despite his vow to stay away. There is more to that long ago-day than Annabelle knows, and shocking lies have distorted the past. Can he uncover is painful truths, and still keep his distance from the stunning beauty? Can he deny his forbidden desire, even as it flares again between them, hotter than ever?

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Excerpt from Once Upon A Wager by Julie LeMense

Published by Crimson Romance (5/12/2014)

Impulsively, Annabelle reached up and pressed her lips to his. Alec reared back in surprise, but she clasped her arms around his neck, pulling him toward her, unwilling to let go. His lips were warm. He smelled of sandalwood still, and something spicy—shock, no doubt—but the feel of him was glorious. His heartbeat was pounding against her chest, his hair silky beneath her fingers. Even as he held his arms at his sides, refusing to touch her, she pressed closer, trying to erase the distance between them.

But he was completely still, like a pillar of salt. His mouth was unyielding, and she suddenly knew that he didn’t share her feelings. He felt none of her longing. He was holding his breath, waiting for her to be done.

Embarrassed, she slowly withdrew, easing her hands away, and then her lips.

Only to have his arms clamp like manacles around her, pulling her flush against him, trapping her there. She could feel the tension in his body, everything about him tight and hard. He angled his head down, capturing her mouth, a rush of wine-scented breath mingling with her own, making her feel lightheaded and needy.

With a low moan, he sucked at her lower lip until she opened her mouth, his tongue slipping in, slick and insistent. Annabelle shuddered with the intimacy of it, desperate to feel more of this new sensation as he gathered her closer. He swept his hands along her waist, over the curve of her hips, and down the swell of her backside, cupping her against something heavy and hot. All the while, he explored her with his mouth, as if she was something sweet and he craved the taste of her. Caught up in her desire, she knew only that she’d never felt this way. She would give him all of herself for the taking, if only he would ask.

But then inexplicably, he stopped. With a muffled curse, he dropped his arms and took several steps back. He crossed his hands behind him, as if to keep them occupied, and watched her, his eyes hooded, his breathing uneven.

How could he control himself so quickly? She still felt dizzy, as if she’d been drugged with laudanum.

“God above, I knew better,” he said. “I should have stayed as far away as possible.”

That cured her dizziness. Had she given him such a disgust of her, then?

“That should never have happened, Annabelle. It was wrong. Please, you need to go back inside.”

“I am sorry.” She could barely speak the words. “I suppose I’ve confirmed all of your worst assumptions.”

“I’m angry at myself, Annabelle, not at you. I took advantage.”

“If anything,” she said, watching him beneath her lashes, “I was the one who took advantage.”

“Do you hear yourself?” His voice was sharp now, even pained. “Can you understand why I have stayed away? You can’t tempt a man like that. I warned you I’m not so honorable.”

“Is it such a bad thing to kiss me? I’ve wanted to kiss you as long as I can remember.”

For several moments, he simply gazed at her, his face inscrutable. “Well, then,” he said quietly. “We have kissed. You have indulged your curiosity with no thought for the consequences. I don’t have that luxury.”

He turned, vanishing into the darkness as she touched a hand to her lips, where she could still feel his kiss.


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Julie LeMense has been a Regency romance addict since her first deliciously bad Barbara Cartland novel. Now, she prefers the complex plotting and characterizations of Meredith Duran, Julie Anne Long, Sherry Thomas, and Sarah MacLean. If she’s not busy reading a romance, she’s probably writing one in her haunted Pennsylvania home, where ghosts from the Gilded Age try to sneak their way into her stories.

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Gothic Historical Romance Spotlight: A Brush with Death by Josephine Blake @awordfromjojo


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Gothic Historical Romance, Paranormal


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Release Date: 10/27/17

In 1888 London, Isabel Vanderton is facing down the society gossips with defiance and indifference. As the only child of Marcus Vanderton, she is the rightful heir to the Vanderton fortune, and whomever dares to marry her would inherit the lot, winner take all.

As rumors of her ill-health circulate, Isabel finds herself encountering suitor after suitor, no doubt hoping to win her hand—and her inheritance—before she passes to an early grave.

An endless wave of greedy suitors is not the only thing Isabel has to contend with. Her legs are failing her, her body is weak, and she is being haunted by a man of such breath-taking beauty that he cannot possibly exist.

But exist he does. Terrified of slipping into madness, Isabel tries to ignore the pull he has over her mind and her body as she suffers through encounter after encounter with a man no one but she can see.

Death is impatient.

Since Isabel’s mother died thirteen years ago, he has watched her. He has haunted her for years, and now he has come to claim what is rightfully his. He will have Isabel at any cost.

Determined, Death sets out on a careful game of seduction that threatens Isabel’s very sanity. She will succumb to him, or she will suffer the consequences.

As Isabel bargains desperately for her soul, Jack the Ripper stalks the London streets, endangering everything and everyone Isabel holds dear.

“Josephine Blake writes a good, wonderful combination of romance, action, humor and suspense.” —Amazon Reviewer

“Another great story. Love the great character development. Unusual turn of events to keep the reader guessing.” — Amazon Reviewer

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“I could do what I like to you. I could toy with your mind for decades and leave you shrieking in a corner of an asylum. I could take your life with one snap,” he demonstrated this beneath her nose, “of my fingers.”
“But you could not make me kiss you,” Isabel whispered. “You could not make me love you.”
The depth of these words seemed to have a powerful effect on him. He reeled back from her, and his eyes displayed a loneliness that was a millennium older than she; a sickness that was in his very existence.
“No,” he said quietly, “I cannot make you do that.”
He sat back down on the bed next to her, and Isabel contemplated his terrible lot.
“What did you do to deserve such a fate?”
He shrugged once more. “I was made for my duty, nothing more…” he wasn’t looking at her. “But for hundreds of thousands of years, I have watched human-kind. Is it so strange that a part of me has slipped?” He shook his head and then stood and faced her. He gave her an ironic bow and then spoke to the floor. “I owe you an apology, Madame,” he said, his voice very formal. “It did not occur to me that my attentions would be unwelcome.”
“That’s rather arrogant of you,” said Isabel bluntly, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “Women don’t like just to be kissed out of nowhere, you know. We like to be courted.”
“Courted?” said Death in high astonishment, straightening up, “How am I supposed to accomplish that?”
“I’ll leave that up to you,” whispered Isabel through a wide yawn, and then she smiled at him and began to settle down into her bed. “However, if we won’t be going anywhere tonight, perhaps you would be so kind and dim the lights for me before you leave?”
Death smirked at her, reached across the bed, and turned out the light, then he was gone.
Isabel felt his presence vanish, and rolled over onto her back. Her legs ached, but if she wasn’t much mistaken, she had just had a brush with Death himself and lived to tell the tale. Not that she would. She chuckled, lying there in the dark, as she realized that she might indeed need to be committed to the asylum, for she had just issued Death with a formal invitation to court her at his convenience.


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Josephine Blake is a historical romance author who enjoys a quiet life on the outskirts of Portland, OR. Her debut novel, Dianna, hit the shelves in August of 2016. Before publishing her own work, she worked as a freelance fiction and ghostwriter for numerous clients.

Josephine Blake is happily married and freely admits that her husband is the inspiration for every bit of romance she ever writes.

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