I’m very excited to have Màiri with me today. She is in one of my historical writers groups and a fellow Rom-vet sister. Màiri is here to promote her latest book, Rose of Hope and give away one copy. You know the deal, all you have to do is say you want it to be eligible for the giveaway!
Here is the cover. Isn’t it lovely?
Now for the blurb.
Her sentence was death.
Evil turns the life of Ysane Wulfsingas, a woman of gentleness and peace, into a nightmare that drives her to murder. When a new enemy, the mighty knight Fallard D’Auvrecher, charges headlong into her life intent on picking up where her former husband left off, her only defense is to guard well her heart.
Captain Fallard D’Auvrecher of Normandy holds the opportunity of a lifetime within his hand. To keep it, he must rescue Ysane Wulfsingas from execution, for the beautiful Lady of Wulfsinraed is the key to all he has fought for in his years as a knight of King William. Fallard must conquer not only the rebel commander who desires Wulfsinraed for himself, but also the demesne’s serenely obstinate mistress.
Though he has waged countless battles, Fallard discovers the greatest challenge of all is the fight for the lady’s heart.
And because I know you love them, an excerpt:
“And did you ever daydream of a knight who would steal away your heart?”
He blinked at his own question, startled all over again that he would think such, much less speak it. He was no poet, nor was sentiment high in his view of life. Yet, his rose was inspiration for many new thoughts and frivolous ideas such as the more romance-minded of his men betimes espoused around the fires at night. Never had he indulged in fatuous fantasies, nor could he think why ’twas happening now.
He was not unaware females enjoyed such nonsense. ‘Twas rather he had never met one he deemed worth the effort of wooing. ‘Twas far more convenient to find a willing wench and when both of them were satisfied, kiss her farewell and be on his way. But with Ysane, he would promise aught to gain from her a smile.
“‘Tis possible knights might have figured in my dreams, now and anon.” She blushed crimson and ducked her head. “But if they did, none compared with…reality.”
My rose deems me of more value than her dream knights!
He suddenly felt taller than the hills in the far distance, as mighty and invincible as the warrior-gods of the ancient lays. ‘Twas too bad there were no more dragons, for he would slay them all with a single thrust of his sword, impervious to their fire, and lay their heads before her feet. ‘Twas all he could do not to kiss her until she surrendered to him, body, mind and heart.
Ah, I do want her love, fool that I am!
She drew a sharp breath as if she sensed the change in him. “We are to be wed on the day after the morrow.” She sounded winded, as if she had run some distance. Her next words were spoken so quietly he barely heard them above the falls. “Would you think it shameless, my brave knight, or too brazen of me did I ask for but one kiss?”
His heart slammed in his chest. He shut his eyes, fearing she might flee in terror. He knew raw passion blazed within his look.
She placed her palm against his chest. “You are so warm, and your heart thunders. It calls to me.”
He needed no more encouragement. He swooped, and she flowed into his embrace. In that moment, he knew himself for what he was, a cynical warrior with hard, unrefined edges, and he saw her as his wounded, hurting lady. But he vowed, despite his ignorance, to do his best to care for her.
Lost with her in the magic, he wandered for timeless ages—or mayhap, ’twas only moments—in a world of shared glory.
A little about Màiri:
Màiri is a USN vet who lives in the Hampton Roads metropolis of Virginia, though her heart belongs to the Highlands of Scotland. She loves to travel and has dreams of moving to Inverness with her Coast Guard retiree husband and three cats, and to that end is studying Scots Gaelic.
Màiri made up stories in her mind from childhood. Her mother taught her to read at age six, when she discovered a whole new universe to explore through books. She never looked back. She is now thrilled to be putting some of those stories into print.
She makes twelfth-scale [dollhouse] miniatures as a hobby when she is not busy writing.
She is a proud member of Romance Writers of America, Celtic Hearts Romance Writers, Hearts Through History Romance Writers, and Clan Donald, USA.