I believe the heat is backing off just a little. While it has been pretty warm, it hasn’t been 100 degrees out for a while.
How are things in your world?
I’m working on Lady Calloway, the next book to be published as Sultonna Nadine. Set in an alternate timeline of Victorian England, the church and state are one and the same.
Add in the fact that the church employees people with psychic abilities to seek out and destroy heresies, and “confess” sinners back to righteousness, and you’ll get the idea behind the plot.
Liora grew up in a small village. When Kerrick came through on church business, he is immediately attracted to her. Soon, they are married and living in Londre, where he works in a position between the two halves of the church–the secular and sacred sides of their world.
Three months into their marriage, they are both miserable, and Kerrick finally discovers his wife has been taught and firmly believes the heretical teachings of her priest concerning sex in marriage. As an employee of the church, it is his duty to turn her in for confession, but he can’t bring himself to do it.
Taking a short holiday to the coast, he hopes to convince her to change her beliefs, until his father contacts him and tells them to run. The church has sent confessors and wardens to bring her in. Her village is been decreed to be in heresy and will soon be crawling with confessors and wardens to root it out.
On top of the original heresy, both Liora and Kerrick have begun to develop abilities condemned by the church. If this is found out, they are both in danger.
How will this end?
I haven’t figured that bit out yet, but I’m working on it. In the meantime, Book 3 from Gambler’s Folly–The Russian— is with the editor and should be available later this summer.
Yes, I know summer doesn’t officially begin until June 21, but let me tell you, it’s hot outside. Temperatures are up in the 90’s here and near 100 out at the coast. It is way to early for this stuff.
But, if you’re trying to escape the heat, take a seat in your favorite place, grab a book, and enjoy the AC with a nice glass of tea.
Who’s with me here?
What are you reading these days?
If you haven’t read the books in my two series, give them a try. Go on over to Amazon or Smashwords and take a peek.
Esperance is set on a highland world, ruled by First Lords with psychic abilities.
Gambler’s Folly is on a futuristic world full of shape-shifters of varying sorts.
And there is enough mischief and magic for all, along with romance, of course!
Don’t forget my stand-alone, Master of the Fleet, written under the pen name Sultonna Nadine!
So go inside, stay cool and comfortable, and take a virtual trip to a different world.
One of my other books is also on sale–Master of the Fleet–which is written under the pen name Sultonna Nadine.
Not part of either series, Master of the Fleet is set in an alternate timeline of the American Northwest, a time a place where the French had a much stronger presence, and the continent was divided into kingdoms, rather than states.
Elemental magic is accepted as the norm, and Richard, our male protagonist, is a weather-shaper, the master of the fleet for his family’s shipping firm. Having control over wind and water, he helps provide safe passage for his ships when the weather gets rough.
The most eligible bachelor on the coast, he meets Anne-Marie, a beautiful seamstress who has recently arrived on the Côte. After dating her for two years, he has yet to convince her to marry him. She doesn’t refuse, and yet she won’t commit either.
Because she has a secret and her own agenda which don’t include getting married.
So check out Master of the Fleet while it’s on sale between now and May 18.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Sultonna Nadine— A Hint of Magic, a Dab of Mischief, an Abundance of Romance.
Have you been over to Smashwords yet? All of my books there are $0.99 through May 4.
So if you feel like trying something new, or have been waiting to buy the next book in a series, head on over to Smashwords. Follow the link to my author page, scroll down, and choose a book to read this weekend.
The weather was something else today, with nearly five inches of rain. My back yard looks like a swamp. But it was a lovely day to visit with our daughter and her family and enjoy a nice girls day out.
It’s Friday night, the full moon is high, and I’ve finished the first quick run-through of an old WIP I drug out of my archives. I think with some work, it will be a good book.
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend. Stay safe with all the storms going on out there.
Set in an alternate timeline of North America, where the French had a much greater influence and the country was divided into various kingdoms rather than states, magic is part of everyday life.
Richard Lemarnier is a weather-shaper, commanding wind and water. As CEO and Master of the Fleet for the family company, he is in the upper echelons of society. And still single, he’s considered the most eligible bachelor on the Cote d’Or.
But he only has eyes for one–Anne_Marie…
Excerpt:
“I will not have any man dictate my actions,” she shouted, rising to her feet. “If I’d wanted a task master, I would have stayed under my father’s roof rather than cross half the continent to get away.”
The jewelled dagger flashed in her hand as she thrust it at him. A skilled swordsman, Richard easily parried the attempt as he rose to his feet. The dining area was too crowded to deal with the situation.
Backing away from the table, he suggested, “Anne-Marie, drop the dagger and sit down. You’re making a scene.”
She stalked after him, dagger in hand and in an absolute rage, as he retreated toward the dance floor. This was getting a bit sticky. With room to maneuver, Richard was ready when she lunged at him again. Grabbing her wrist with one hand, he slapped her with the other. As the dagger dropped, she tumbled to the floor and her glare was pure venom.
With the dagger tucked safely into his belt, Richard turned back toward the table. This should end the matter, and the relationship as well.
“I hate you,” Anne-Marie screamed, as she snatched a sword from a nearby table.
Swinging wildly, she came at him with murder in her eyes. Lord Richard drew his blade. While defending himself was not a problem, disarming her without harming anyone else might be. Anger rising, he waited for his opening. After the time and money he had spent on this trip, would she murder him in front of the high table?
His opening came and he threw her blade clear of the floor. With the point of his sword at her throat, Anne-Marie backed away, eyes wide, as anger became fear. Richard moved toward her, his blade never wavering as she retreated. Finally shrinking against the high table, Anne-Marie’s retreat was blocked. Sidestepping, he grabbed her hair to expose her throat fully to his blade.
In a room as silent as a tomb, every eye was focused on the frozen tableau before the baron’s table.
“My good man, were you planning a human sacrifice on the high table? Who are you and what is the meaning of this?” the baron demanded.
A large man, with dark hair turning gray at the temples, and neatly trimmed beard, his presence commanded the attention of the room.
“Your Excellency, I am Lord Sir Richard LeMarnier, from Côte d’Or. The lady and I have travelled for more than a week to attend the festival here in her homeland. At least she claims it as such. After courting her for over a year and asking for her hand in marriage, I dance on her leash while she toys with my affections. Though she hasn’t refused my offer, she has yet to accept it.”
“What do you do?”
“I am in shipping, Your Excellency, with access to goods up and down the coast and from overseas. I have brought her gifts from every part of the world, given her everything she’s asked for, and more. She’s been blessed with everything within my power to give.”
“We’ll agree you’re a generous man. Why are you here?”
“She begged me to travel to your kingdom for the harvest festival this year. Besides transportation and chaperones, I paid for passage and accommodations across two kingdoms to please her.”
The Baron’s frown deepened. “What has that to do with all of this?” he demanded.
“This evening, Your Excellency, I asked if she could spare me some of the attention she’s lavished on every other man in the room, acknowledge me as her escort, and grace me with an occasional word or smile. Heaven knows her eyes have promised more to every other man she’s met this evening.”
Pausing in his explanation, he heard the murmured agreement of others around the room.
“In her anger, she tried to cut my heart out with a dagger. When I took it from her, she snatched a sword from some poor soul and tried to kill me.”
The baron took a moment to ponder the question, glancing at the drop of blood trembling at the tip of Richard’s sword.
“Is this true, woman?” he asked Anne-Marie.
Not answering for a moment, she eventually replied, very carefully, “Unfortunately, it is, Your Excellency.”
“Given the circumstances and from what I have seen tonight, I pass judgment. Your life is forfeit, woman. Have you anything to say?”
With her eyes on Richard, she answered, “If you expect me to beg for my life, you will be disappointed. I will not. Look into your heart and do what you must. If you require my life, then take it. If you find mercy, I would be grateful, milord.”
The silence deepened, with everyone stunned at the scene playing out in front of the high table, while Richard pondered his options. Still holding her head with one hand, sword in the other, he forced her into the center of the floor. Releasing her with a shove he commanded, “Kneel, Anne-Marie. Your life is forfeit. I see no reason to prolong this farce.”
Taking a stance, he raised the sword and swung it down in an arc which would separate head from body. Gasps and a few screams echoed in the room before, he stopped a scarce half-inch away from her neck. Stepping in front of Anne-Marie, he lifted her chin with the tip of his sword, and studied her face. Her eyes were wide with fear, and silent tears streamed down her cheeks before staining the bodice of her gown.
“I have spared your life, which was forfeit. It is now mine to command. Does anyone disagree?” he challenged.
There were murmurs all around, but no disagreement. The baron shrugged his shoulders and sat down, quaffing a large quantity of wine.
Reversing his grip on the blade, Richard held it point down and perpendicular to the floor.
“Kiss the blade that spared your life and swear your loyalty to me.”
The hoarse whisper echoed to the farthest corners of the banquet hall. Trembling, Anne-Marie pressed her lips against the sword.
“On pain of death, I, Anne-Marie Desplaines, swear loyalty to Richard LeMarnier, until his death or until released from my vow. Repeat it to me,” he demanded.
As she did, the baron rose from his seat and cleared his throat.
“After the events of the evening, I will allow this to stand under one condition.”
“And what is the condition, Your Excellency?” Richard was careful to keep his tone respectful.
“An oath which will keep her safe and make you her protector,” the baron replied. “Draw your dagger.”
Richard did as commanded, as the baron circled the table.
“Make a small cut on your hand and on the woman’s.”
“A blood oath, Your Excellency?”
“You question me?”
“No, Your Excellency.”
With the tip of the dagger, Richard made a nick in his hand, and its twin in Anne-Marie’s. Droplets of blood beaded up in their palms.
“Clasp hands,” the baron instructed them.
Over their joined hands, the baron traced arcane symbols in the air. Tingling magic swirled around their hands to bind the oath.
“By the mingling of your blood, do you, Anne-Marie, swear absolute loyalty and obedience to Lord Sir Richard LeMarnier, on pain of death, for as long as you shall live?”
She was crying and shaking so hard Richard wasn’t sure how she was still upright.
“I do so swear,” she replied through the tears.
“And Lord Sir Richard LeMarnier, do you swear to spare her life and guard her, as her sworn protector, for as long as she lives?”
“I do so swear.”
“You will remain together, blood-bound, for as long as the oath shall stand, neither one leaving the other, nor causing harm, one to the other. Breaking the conditions set forth will bring forth the penalty. The oath can be revoked before death by the skills of a baron only. Take heed.”
