Fall Into Romance Blog Hop

I love fall!  So, this Fall Into Romance Blog Hop is perfect for me.  I will be giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card and one copy of my ebook, A Knight of Honor.  All you have to do to be eligible to win is

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2. Like this post on Facebook (there’s a link on the bottom of the post)

3. Leave a comment with your email address so I can contact you if you win

The blog runs from September 13 – 21st.  I will announce a winner on Tuesday, September 24th.  Good Luck!

That’s it!

Here’s a taste of the ebook you have a chance to win!  It’s my medieval romance, A Knight of Honor.  The heroine, Taylor Sullivan, is a fiesty sword wielding mercenary who gives the hero, Sir Slane Donovan, many sleepless nights!

Here’s a short excerpt to wet your appetite!

Slane plunged his face into the water, trying to douse his growing rage, but the heat of the water only seemed to inflame his anger.  When I find that accursed woman, I will wring her neck.  She’ll learn the true meaning of respect.  Slane pulled his head out of the water, and as several streams of the warm liquid trailed down his face, he felt a slow grin form on his lips.  He saw himself teaching her the proper way to treat a knight of the realm.

Suddenly, a dark shape shifted in the shadows across the room and Slane felt his body stiffen.  Somebody was in his room!  He glanced quickly to his right, at the sword still secured in its scabbard, leaning against a chair leg on the other side of the room.  Damn.  Too far.

“I would have given my payment back to see the look on your face when you got my note,” a feminine voice said, its owner stepping out of the shadows to stand at the side of the tub.

Even though she was clothed in a dark brown robe, a hood half concealing her face, Slane recognized her immediately.  “You…” he muttered, his voice an unbelieving whisper.  The Sullivan woman!  His fingers dug into the edge of the basin; he could feel his nails sink into the wood.  His eyes narrowed to thin slits as his mind transformed the wood into the soft flesh of her neck.  What in God’s blood was she doing here?

“Are you happy to see me?” she wondered, laughter in her voice.  She grabbed a chair from the bed side and slid it over to the tub so its back was near his hand.  She threw her leg over it, straddling it.  “I heard you were looking for me.”

Slane sat motionless.  Here she was, the woman he had been searching for, sitting in a chair not more than a foot from him, and all he could do was stare dumbfounded at her.  In the flickering candlelight the bruised and battered face he remembered was gone, replaced by a cheek so smoothly rounded that he found himself entranced by its perfection.  He caught the scent of lavender about her as a soft breeze brushed past the open shutters and circled the room, blanketing him in the delicate aroma.  It’s just a woman’s cheek, Slane derided himself.  You’ve seen hundreds of them before.

He watched her lips turn down in a slight pout before she threw back the hood.  Her dark hair tumbled wildly over her shoulders as the material slipped away from her head.  He immediately noticed the perfect fullness of her lips; the earlier swelling that had disfigured them was completely gone.

“Were you looking for me or have my sources been wrong?”

Slane felt the throbbing in his loins increase tenfold.  He slunk lower into the tub, draping his arm casually between his thighs.  She was an absolutely stunning creature.  How could he have known that hiding behind those bruises was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen?  He forced himself to look away.  She deserved his contempt for what she had done to him, not his lust.  “You know damn well I’ve been looking for you,” he retorted.  “Have you come here to ridicule me for failing to find you?”

“Well…” she teased, laughter still in her voice, a smile on her face.

Damn her.  Slane studied her reflection in the smooth water of the bath.  “Why are you here?” he gritted, thinking again of his sword lying uselessly on the other side of the room.

“Cut to the point, eh, Slane?  Well, all right.”  Her face lost all its humor.  “Why were you looking for me?”

“Why ask me?  Didn’t your ‘sources’ tell you?” Slane drawled, his voice thick with acrimony.

“Slane Donovan,” she mused and he was startled by the tenderness in her voice.  “I used to hear about you all the time when I was young.  You were a hero.  Slane Donovan this, Slane Donovan that.  You were the best gossip around.”

Slane raised his eyes to meet hers.  He was surprised by the warmth he saw in those bright green gems…  and was that admiration?  Then the wall slammed down and the glimpse of her soul was gone.

“Are you going to try to kill me?” she asked.

Slane bridled.  He was a knight; he did not cut down women…  even if they wielded a sword.  “If you really thought I was hunting you down to kill you, you wouldn’t be sitting a foot from me and flitting your hair about like some tavern wench looking for a fresh bed,” Slane said.  The comment was harsher than he had intended and he saw the anger ignite in her eyes.  Again, he wondered why she had come back to reveal herself to him.  She had to have some ulterior motive.  She must need me for something, Slane realized.  He knew she wouldn’t risk exposing herself for any other reason.  Now why would this little scrapper of a woman need me?  Curiosity loomed larger in his thoughts.

“Well, believe me, if I needed a bed to sleep in, it wouldn’t be yours!” she snapped, jumping from the chair.  “If you won’t tell me what I want to know, I’ll find someone who will.”  She moved to leave.

Slane rose out of the water like the ancient god Poseidon, the liquid sliding off his body in thick sheets.  His expression was grim, his mouth tight, his teeth clenched.  He seized Taylor’s wrist in his strong fingers and squeezed tightly.  “You ran away from me once,” he growled.  “You shall not do it again.”

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