Medieval Monday with Mary Morgan!

It’s time for another Medieval Monday! Our theme is “Villains”.

I’m excited to share the seventh excerpt of this blog hop which is from Mary Morgan’s book, DRAGON KNIGHT’S SHIELD. At the end of the excerpt, you will see where to go on the following Monday to find out what happens next.


“If we die, we will take ye with us,” growled Duncan. “Dinnae think for a moment we will cower in fear. Your time of death draws near.”

Lightning split the sky and the ground rumbled, yet Lachlan swayed not. His magic sealed him from their powers. Again, Duncan taunted the man with a blast of thunder.

Was his brother mad? Lachlan held his life in his hands—the woman he loved. Again, the fire raged inside of Angus, pleading to escape. Clenching his fists together, he took a step forward.

Follow along next week by checking out Bambi Lynn’s blog with my excerpt #8


Angus MacKay, leader of the Dragon Knights, failed his brothers and his clan upon the death of his sister. Now he must fight the darkness of despair tempting his soul. Back on Scottish soil, he comes face to face with Deirdre who can wield a sword as mightily as his warriors, and takes her captive. Yet, with each passing day, the fire dragon inside him roars to claim the one woman fate has destined for him.

Famed mystery writer, Deirdre Flanagan, is unprepared for the next chapter in her life. On a vacation to Scotland, she steps through the mists and enters into a skirmish alongside a Highlander. However, the fight has only begun, and now she must battle Angus as well as evil in order to claim the love of this Dragon Knight.

Will their love be powerful enough to shield them from danger, or burn them to ashes?

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Medieval Monday with Ashley York!

It’s time for another Medieval Monday! Our theme is “Villains”.

I’m excited to share the sixth excerpt of this blog hop which is from Ashley York’s book, THE GENTLE KNIGHT. At the end of the post, you will see where to go on the following Monday to find out what happens next.


Her color deepened three shades but she said nothing. Peter took a deep, slow, deliberate breath. It was gain control or gut the man right here.

“Ivan.” He moved in close to the little man, a breath away from spitting in his ugly face. “If you ever touch Lady Brighit in my presence again, make no mistake, I will see every last bit of your blood spilled beneath your feet.”

Ivan released Brighit’s hand, took two steps away from her and appeared to be actually shrinking in size.


Brighit MacNaughton is an obedient daughter following her father’s death bed decree that she take her vows and become the virginal bride of Christ. The hired men seeing her to the Priory at Tanshelf are more interested in the building resentment against the English king than her safety. But when the handsome Norman knight offers his protection against the lecherous mercenaries, he sparks her passion with his gentle touch and smoldering looks of desire, reminding her of dreams best forgotten. Can one night with him quench the intense need in her or will it cause the fire to burn out of control?

Peter of Normandy is a trusted knight of King William, sent north to subdue the unrest and rumblings of revolt at York. Giving aid to an Irish princess more noble than many knights, he is quickly overcome with the need to possess her. With a body meant for a man’s pleasure and an unrelenting stubbornness to follow her father’s wishes, he struggles against giving her what she wants if it can only be for one night. Will one night of passion prove to be enough or will it unleash an insatiable need that makes him never want to let her go?

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Medieval Monday with Elisabeth Hobbes!

It’s time for another Medieval Monday! Our theme is “Villains”.

I’m excited to share the fifth excerpt of this blog hop which is from Elisabeth Hobbe’s book, The Saxon Outlaw’s Revenge. At the end of the post, you will see where to go on the following Monday to find out what happens next.


To call him a boy was unjust. He was young and couldn’t yet be described as a full-grown man, but he was older than Constance by a year or two. He did not resemble his father at all. His tangled hair was reddish-blond and flopped across angular cheeks that were barely graced with a downy beard. Whereas Brunwulf was burly, Aelric had long limbs that he had not grown to fit completely.

As long as she had lived in Hamestan he had been there as Lord De Coudray’s ward, though everyone knew ward was another word for prisoner, lodged within the manor grounds as a guarantee of his father’s obedience. And now his father had broken that peace in the worst way possible and the boy would suffer.

What revenge will Robert take? Discover what happens next Monday on Bambi Lynn’s blog:

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Medieval Monday with Jenna Jaxon!

It’s time for another Medieval Monday! Our theme is “Villains”.

I’m excited to share the fourth excerpt of this blog hop which is from Jenna Jaxon’s book, Beleaguered. At the end of the post, you will see where to go on the following Monday to find out what happens next.


“You prefer that he live?” Geoffrey cocked his head.

“For the moment, aye. Release him.”

Geoffrey shrugged and removed his hand from Guy’s throat. The smaller man sank to the floor, where he lay gasping.

Etienne rushed to assist him and glared up at Geoffrey. “You will leave my house, Seigneur Longford, immédiatement! You are no longer welcome here.” De Courcy helped Guy to stand and the knight leaned on the desk, his breathing slowing as his color returned to normal.

Next week I’m at Bambi Lynn’s blog.


When death holds sway in the world, can even the greatest love survive?

Finally in France, Alyse and Thomas’s passion for one another continues to smolder hot and deep—until one fateful encounter changes everything.

During a formal banquet, Alyse must share an intimate dance her first love. His searing touch proves Alyse’s desire for him is as strong as when they first met. Tormented by this revelation, Alyse is bitterly torn between the love of her life and her love for her husband.

Into this agonizing situation, the disaster of the Black Death rears its head. Alyse, Thomas and Geoffrey must try to save the princess from the ravening disease but at a dire cost to themselves. With her world plunged into chaos, Alyse struggles with her feelings for both of the men she loves. But which love will survive?

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Medieval Monday with Sherry Ewing

It’s time for another Medieval Monday! Our theme is “Villains”.

I’m excited to share the third excerpt of this blog hop which is from Sherry Ewing’s book, A KNIGHT TO CALL HER OWN. At the end of the post, you will see where to go on the following Monday to find out what happens next.



“Well? What are you waiting for? Return to camp!” Abruptly, he turned her around so she sat more securely atop his lap, and she let out a gasp of outrage at the intimacy of her situation with her captor. She dared not squirm, given her current position, for sitting side saddle had her at a disadvantage. At least with her facing on an angle, she did not have to look upon his wretched face if she so chose. Ignoring him would be easy.

They covered the ground quickly and surely much faster than when Lynet had fled on foot. When she saw their campsite, she became instantly aware she, in truth, had not gone as far as she had hoped. ’Twas not hard to miss that his men had been busy during her brief respite from her unwanted reality. Already they were breaking up camp and putting out the fire to continue their journey north.

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Welcome, Patty Taylor!

Happy Valentine’s Day! 

What better way to celebrate than with my sweet friend and very talented author, Patty Taylor. Patty is visiting today with wonderful pictures of inspiration for her Highlander Magick Series. Take a look below for an excerpt that will have you wanting to read more!

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Good Morning! I’m excited to be here and wish to thank my dear friend, Lane, for inviting me to her lovely site.

I enjoy centering my adventures in various places like Scotland’s mystical Isle of Skye, the magical Glens of Antrim in Northern Ireland and the secluded wilderness of Alaska – where fairies, brownies, shape-shifters and mythical creatures come to life.

Dunluce Castle


Dunvegan Castle – home of the Fairy Flag in Isle of Skye

The person who influenced me the most to pursue my writing, was my beloved Mother, Evelyn V. Taylor. Her own story of how she came to live in the United States and became a citizen of this country has always inspired me. Born and raised in County Down, Northern Ireland, she served in the British Army during WWII where she met and fell in love with my tall and handsome Daddy, a US Sergeant. Soon after they were married, she crossed the ocean by ship by herself, to wait the arrival of my Daddy’s return to the states. I’ll always admire her strength and courage for beginning a new adventure in a strange country with no family of her own, to start a life with the man she fell in love with and raise a family.  And with the discovery of my father having American Indian heritage, both cultures have made a huge impact on my imagination.

My Mum, Evelyn Taylor

I write fantasy/paranormal romance with a wee bit of magical lore woven into all my stories. I “love animals”, and enjoy spinning exotic fibers on my spinning wheels where I’ve blended my beloved Samoyeds (dogs) undercoats with alpaca, sheep and even Angora wool. I’m hoping one day for the opportunity to get my hands on some white wolf undercoat (or any wolf’s undercoat), but that’s another story . . .

Scrabo Tower, N. Ireland

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Today I thought I’d share a wee bit about my Highlander Magick Series


Mortal Magick is a time travel romance which begins in modern day Thurmont Maryland, and whisks the reader back in time to 18th century Isle of Skye, Scotland. A real beauty and the beast kind of story . . .

When an immortal Highlander falls in love with a human witch, “Mortal Magick” soon casts a spell of its own.

 Doomed for eternity to wander nights as half man and half creature, rugged Highlander, Duncan McCord, discovers his curse is the least of his problems when he sets out for a cure and rescues the beauty determined to help tame his beast. When a reluctant witch, Keara, gets whisked back to 18th century mystical Isle of Skye to learn lessons in magic, she faces the true test of love when she meets the man beyond her wildest dreams burdened with dark secrets from his past.  Forced together to journey through an enchanted country filled with mythical creatures and magical lore, will they survive in a world where evil sorcery reigns, or will a shocking twist of fate tear them centuries apart?

You can find Mortal Magick here: Amazon

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Sea Wolf Magick is the 2nd book in this series. If you like wolf shapeshifters and mythical creatures – I hope you enjoy the second adventure where true love is put to the test through time

When a seafaring Highlander Lycan rescues a cursed witch from the clutches of evil, a magical voyage fueled by fire and ice ignites more than just passion across the high seas.

Quinn McCord’s alpha wolf instincts compel him to search for others of his kind and offer safe haven on board his nautical home, The Sea Wolf.  His priorities are tested when sorcery lures him to a savage trap, and fate forces him to choose between his cravings for an irresistible witch, and his vast love of the sea.

Headstrong healer, Beth McMasters, uses her 21st century skills to help others, after returning to her rightful Scottish birthplace in 1797. While determined to remain single and restore her family’s good name, surges of unquenchable fiery passion and disturbing images cause grave doubts of her promise, and her future.  Rescued by the handsome Captain Quinn, who resembles the imaginary rugged Highlander sketched by her sister, Beth struggles with the cruel twist of fate when she learns her curse can destroy the only man she’s ever fallen in love with.

Will Quinn and Beth’s bond for each other be powerful enough to keep them together and find a cure for her curse before they run out of time, or will the truth of their legacy tear them apart? With the help of a miniature dragon, a crew of wolf shifters, trolls, and other mythical creatures, they journey across the Mystical Isle of Skye, to enchanting Iceland . . . for another adventure filled with magick and mayhem.

You can find Sea Wolf Magick here: Amazon

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I wanted to include a wee excerpt from one of the books, and finally decided to share a clip from Mortal Magick’s – Griselda’s Dungeon Scene – hope you enjoy!

“A frigid draft blew through an open window, imprisoned with cobwebs and thick bars. Goosebumps pricked her arms. A tapered light flickered in the corner of the room. A lone, thick candle sat perched on top of a stool. She peered around the eerie chamber searching for any signs of a blanket. Still shaken, she made her way to the seat splattered with gobs of melted wax and grabbed the only source of light. Taking short steps, using her other hand as a shield, protecting the flame from the increasing wind; she moved around her jail in search of a door.

By the Goddess!I’m stuck inside a dungeon! Now she knew how wild animals must feel trapped inside a cage. Like a brutal fist shoved in her face, the cold hand of reality struck her. She had to get out of here. Now.

She raced to the stool, seized it between her shaking fingers and carried it beneath the window to stand on. Her trembling hands grasped the thick, callous bars. Fighting back the surge of tears ready to burst, she took in a few deep breaths of fresh sea air. She tried concentrating on the moonlight reflecting off the ocean, far below.

The sun was already beginning to set. There would be a full moon tonight. The image of her mighty highlander filled her head. Bewitched from dark shadows of night fall, Duncan’s handsome face would soon change, revealing the beastly image. She realized, she’d desperately fallen in love with the beast as well as the human.”

The muscles in her chest tightened. Her heart fluttered while warm spasms of energy tingled up and down her limbs. Duncan was near. She felt him. He was headed straight for a trap. And she was the bait. She needed to escape and warn him before it was too late.

With nothing but miles of emptiness in sight, the roaring wind hurled splashing waves against the dismal cliff walls.”

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 I had fun writing this scene, especially after looking inside a Castle dungeon.  Don’t worry – Keara escapes – with a wee it of help, of course . . . .  you’ll need to read Mortal Magick to find out how she got there in the first place and what happens next . . .

I love to hear from my readers and find out what they think of my stories! Please feel free to drop by my website and blog to say hello – or find me on Facebook at the links listed below. I look forward to hearing from you!

Heartfelt thanks once again to my gracious host and dear friend, Lane McFarland, for having me here today, and to all of you who took the time to stop by to hear about my stories, and leave your comments. I hope you’ll enjoy reading my new Highlander Magick Series!





The third book in the series is called “Dragon-Fae Magick”. I love dragons – and this one is already gearing up for lots more excitement!

Please make sure to leave a comment for a chance to have your name drawn on Friday evening for a free Kindle ebook copy of either Mortal Magick or Sea Wolf Magick!   Bye for now . . .

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Thank you so much for visiting, Patty! I hope you have a very HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!


Medieval Monday with Rue Allyn

It’s time for another Medieval Monday! Our theme is “Villains”.

I’m excited to share the second excerpt of this blog hop which is from Rue Allyn’s book, KNIGHT ERRANT. At the end of the post, you will see where to go on the following Monday to find out what happens next.




She sighed again and continued to pace the room—ten steps long and five wide. If only she had something useful to occupy her time. Her thoughts showed an alarming tendency to drift to memories of Robert clothed in moonlight. She recalled too well the smooth slabs of muscle that formed his chest and arms. The arrow of moon silvered hair that danced downward and beneath the top of his breeches. The shadowed planes of his face and the soft curve of his lips. Longing, fresh and impossible, tugged at her belly.

A hard rapping at the door sent the memories flying. She counted, listening carefully. ’Twas neither the number nor pattern that Robert said he would use on his return. She was to keep the door locked until she heard his signal.

Follow along next week by checking out Bambi Lynn’s blog for excerpt # 3

Thank you for sharing this excerpt, Rue!

Medieval Monday with Lane McFarland

It’s time for another Medieval Monday! Our theme is “Villains”.

Each Monday until May 1st, I will add short excerpts from some of my favorite authors’ books. At the end of the post, you will see where to find out what happens next on the following Monday. This will be a fun hop that will give you a peek at some wonderful books and very talented authors. I hope you enjoy it!

I’m starting out with an excerpt from third book in my daughters’ series, Lindsey.



Northumberland, England

August 1299

Lindsey MacDougall descended into the dark pit of hell. The stench of excrement and death struck her, but she resisted the urge to gag on the wretched fumes of brutality. Fearful tremors racked her body. She had made it thus far and prayed she could continue.

She glanced over her shoulder at the enemy soldiers standing guard on either side of the door she’d just passed through. Swords strapped to their sides, they watched her every move with steely eyes. Few outsiders were allowed in Collins’s dungeon. The men would not hesitate to sound the alarm if they grew suspicious of her and the reason for her visit.

Howls of anguish and despair drifted from below, and she envisioned Satan himself wielding instruments of torture. She gripped the worn stair railing with one hand, her large healer’s basket in the other, and eased her foot onto the next step, then the next. Cold air swirled up from the dark cavernous hole. Flames sputtered from torches secured in brackets lining the dank dungeon, monstrous shadows dancing up from the black abyss.


Follow along next week by checking out Bambi Lynn’s blog with excerpt #2



The Daughters of Alastair MacDougall Series

Set in late thirteenth century Scotland, this series tells the stories of Laird Alastair MacDougall’s four independent and oftentimes, headstrong daughters coming of age in a country fraught with war and feuds amongst rival clans. Follow his daughters as their lives become intertwined with four fierce, rebel highland warriors bent on eradicating the English soldiers from their homeland.


Who said life was fair? Certainly not Lindsey MacDougall. She rebels at a world dominated by men. Dressed in lad’s clothing, she manages her father’s stables, caring for, breeding and selling horses. Unwavering on performing her duty to the rebellion, Lindsey throws caution to the wind and secretly delivers missives behind enemy lines to the Scottish warriors.

Logan Ross uses his happy-go-lucky smile to warm the hearts of many willing lasses, but it also masks his pain—the pain of his birth. As a bastard son, he is unacceptable for any Laird’s daughter, including the spirited Lindsey MacDougall. However, she haunts his dreams. Determined to prove his worth, he throws himself into the middle of the rebellion, leading men into mortal danger.

After helping Logan escape from a brutal English dungeon, Lindsey fights her traitorous attraction to the virile highland warrior, vowing never to lose her heart to any man.


Medieval Monday with Bambi Lynn!

It’s time for another Medieval Monday. This month’s theme is “Celebrating Nature”.

I’m thrilled to share a wonderful excerpt in Bambi Lynn’s, Mask of the Highlander!


It was late afternoon by the time they arrived at the dilapidated cottage. The door was nearly impossible to find amidst the overgrowth, even to one who knew where it was. Ty halted his stallion nearby and helped Kenna down from her own horse.

She eyed him with the suspicion that had been growing steadily since they passed the first village. She had made no comment as they skirted the ramshackle huts, but her cheery prattle had diminished considerably. By the time they passed the second, she had clammed up like a mute and said nary a word. Since leaving the third village behind them, she had made no effort to hide her uncertainty.

Ty would have found her wariness endearing had he not known the source, but at least she did not cower from him in fear. The hate and loathing she had shown at his homecoming was gone, leaving only doubt and caution. He could not be more proud than to have a wife of such strength as Kenna Cleary Vass.

She stood there, looking back and forth from him to the hidden door. “What are we doing here?”

Her voice trembled. Ty ached to soothe her concerns, but nothing he could say would accomplish that. Soon enough she would trust him, and if not sooner, then later.

He smiled and jerked his head toward the mass of brambles that hid the cottage. “I have something for you…inside.” He reached through the brush and pushed the door open. Without waiting, he went inside and began lighting candles. By the time she joined him, the room was bathed in a soft glow that revealed a hideaway very different from the one they had visited the last time.

Kenna stopped just inside the threshold, a gasp of surprise the only sound in the small cottage. Ty busied himself starting a fire in the hearth, giving her time to look around. He squatted before the fire, staring at the growing flames. He ached to see her face, to know if she was pleased with what he had done.

He tensed when he felt her behind him. His body was already so hard for her. His craving surprised him at times. He was like a man starved, and she the only sustenance that could satisfy him. His skin tingled when she placed her hand on his shoulder.

“You did this?”

He stood, towering over her and filling the small room. “Lá breithe shona dhuit,” he whispered.

She frowned at the phrase. “It’s my birthday?” He nodded. She looked around with newfound surprise. “And all this…is for me?”

‘All this’ was a complete transformation of the sanctuary she had escaped to as a child. Gone were the few pieces of broken furniture, the cobwebs, the decades of dirt and neglect. The place had been scoured until nary a ball of dust remained, even the tiny window allowed in a scant amount of the remaining sunlight. The decrepit furniture had been replaced with a table, two short stools and a bed frame, a fresh inviting tick nestled inside. A bundle of primroses filled a vase in the middle of the table, filling the room with a spicy, comforting fragrance that reminded Ty of spring.

He smiled down at her. “I suppose fairies must have fixed the place up since the last time ye were here.” He took her hand and lifted it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. “D’ye like it, then?”

Tears sparkled on her lashes, and he could tell she had trouble speaking. He almost laughed. That must be a first. She laid her palm against his cheek, smoothing the patch that covered his eye and staring deep into the other one.

“No one has ever done anything like this for me. Thank you.”

He cocked his eyebrow at her, pressing her with his most devilish grin. “I hope ye have some other way of showin’ yer thanks?”



Kenna dreads her husband’s homecoming like the plague. The man she married is vile and cruel. She has prayed every day of his absence he would be killed in the fighting, freeing her from a life of brutal torment and a loveless marriage. But the man on her doorstep has changed. This man is kind, gentle and sparks a fire in her she never felt in the early days of her marriage.

Ty is returning home after years fighting in France. He yearns for the arms of his beautiful wife and to finally meet the daughter he has never known. But can Kenna forgive the man she married and love the man he has become?



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Medieval Monday with Cathy MacRae!

It’s time for another Medieval Monday. This month’s theme is “Celebrating Nature”.

I’m thrilled to share a wonderful excerpt in Cathy MacRae’s, The Highlander’s French Bride!


Seagulls shrieked as they circled overhead. The promise of spring was in the warm breezes and the green grasses. Young boys hurried after their wooly charges as the sheep eagerly sought the new fodder, tiny lambs tottering behind their dams on shaky new legs across the rocky landscape.

Brother Padraig clasped Kinnon’s shoulder. “My friend, ye are doing the right thing. Some serve in the world by preaching the Gospel, and a few give themselves over to God in solitude and silence with constant prayer and penance.” He smiled. “Yet others are called to married love, mayhap bringing new life into the world. I pray ye find whom ye seek, but there are always places to tend the poor and needy in this world. Ye need not take vows to help God.”

Kinnon gripped the monk’s upper arm, conveying his thanks in the strengthening grip, the earnestness of his gaze. “I have no words powerful enough to thank ye, Brother. Ye have given me much to contemplate, and have healed more than my poor body.”

“Rest is a balm for the soul and healing for the body,” Brother Padraig quipped. “I will take good care of wee Angus. `Tis a good thing ye decided to leave him here. After these past months without battling the rats for the last of the winter stores, I fear we would have had an uprising amongst the monks had ye insisted he go with ye.” He grinned. “Take care, my friend. If possible, I would hear word of yer travels.”

Kinnon stared deep into the monk’s kind eyes, hesitant to bring himself to the moment of parting. But the gentle thumping of the waves against the boat’s waiting hull reminded him the time to tarry was over.

Ranald’s men-at-arms met him as the boat docked on Mull, a horse saddled and waiting for him. Kinnon greeted them warmly, wondering at the sense of freedom stealing over him. It had begun as a flash of clarity the moment he’d resolved to search for Melisende. At first he wasn’t sure if he simply needed to be certain she and her sister had survived and were doing well, or if he truly longed to be with Melisende again. But the idea that she could have married in the years they’d been apart struck his chest with a peculiar agony that was a curious mix of anticipation and fear. The thought of another man holding her, loving her, being the center of her life, sent strong jolts of alarm through him.

It was then he realized he had to find her—for himself, not so he could worry less, but so he could care more.


Heir to a lairdship, Kinnon Macrory is driven to prove his worth by fighting the English on the battlefields of France. His dreams of heroic valor are destroyed by the realities of war—the atrocities visited by fellow soldiers on the very people he is sworn to protect. Three years in a French prison for a crime he did not commit leave Kinnon longing for the one thing of beauty in his war-torn life—a young woman of great kindness and wisdom named Melisende.

Melisende de la Roche struggles to stay one step ahead of soldiers who would imprison her for helping an injured Scotsman wrongly accused of treason. She finds refuge in her uncle’s shop—until a chance encounter sends her fleeing into the unknown once again, haunted by the beguiling friendship with the troubled young Scotsman she is certain she will never see again.

Determined to find the woman of his dreams, Kinnon returns to France, only to discover a trail of clues to Melisende’s whereabouts. Their reunion will open the doors to passion, but half-truths and lies from the past could destroy the one thing they both are willing to fight for—each other.

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