I'm a mom with three kids in school (two in elementary school, and one who's just started junior high (she loves it--so far, so good, is my motto right now :) ). I'm a Bible study table leader for our church. I love to work on computers, and I write romance novels, too.
My first book is now released! (It'll be released in print format in January 2009.)
It's
not a racy romance. Here's a little about it:
Travel on a journey of romance into medieval Scotland with The Commander's Desire...
Princess Elwytha wants revenge on the monster who murdered her brother. In a false exchange for peace, she offers herself in marriage to the enemy Prince. The plan? Kill the Prince’s battle-scarred Commander—the man who ended King Thor’s life with one filthy sword thrust through the back. To her horror, the Commander agrees to take Elwytha as
his bride...
Excerpt:
Elwytha needed the knave’s blade. She waited until more ale was consumed and the men jested, roaring with laughter up and down the table. The knave to her left rested his arms on the table now, softly chuckling like a simpleton. He’d lost his reasoning abilities…whatever he’d possessed to begin with.
A quick scan proved no one paid her the least mind. Quickly, stealthily and without looking, she slipped the enemy’s dagger from his scabbard. Easy. Simple. She hid it in the folds of her dress beneath the table, heart beating rapidly. Victory! Elwytha smiled to herself and sipped more water.
A wide hand curled around her wrist under the table. Alarm jolted through her. Outraged, she turned to the Commander. “Take no liberties with me,” she hissed.
His eyes bored into hers. “Return it.”
She slid the blade with her other hand to her knees, and, using her shins as a slide, allowed the dagger to slide to her feet. She scooted it under one foot. “Unhand me,” she ordered.
The grip tightened. “Return it.”
“Have you drunk too much ale?”
“I will search you if you do not return it now.” The frowning, squinty gaze looked hard, reminding her of the brute warrior he was.
Now was the time to keep a cool head.
She raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure what you’re imagining, but I have taken nothing. See? My utensil remains on the table. As do my trencher and cup. What more do you wish?”
“Return it.” His deep voice remained even. Faintly, she felt surprised he didn’t thunder at her. Probably in an attempt to retain his pride. He wished no one to guess he wielded no control over his future bride.
She smiled at that pleasing thought.
“Put both your hands on the table,” he rumbled.
Elwytha froze for a second, then willingly complied. She gave him a mocking half-smile.
“Now stand,” he ordered, “and take a step back from the table.”
What about the blade? Elwytha felt uneasy. What did he intend with these orders? And should she submit? But she needed that dagger. No way could he have seen her sleight of hand. He would not thwart her now.
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