Medieval Monday: First Encounter Blog Hop Winner!

 

MedMon

TheFirst Meet Winner

is

Karen Markuson!

Congratulations, Karen! You’ll be receiving a copy of Betrothal from me shortly along with a copy of every book that’s been a part of this Medieval Monday theme.

Below is a list of the different Medieval Monday authors. Thank you, ladies, for a great hop and a special Thank You to Ashley York for organizing Medieval Monday!

And thanks to everyone who participated in our First Meet Blog Hop!

Authors

ASHLEY YORK

BAMBI LYNN

CATHY MACRAE

ELIZABETH HOBBES

JUDITH STERLING

LANE MCFARLAND

LAUREL O’DONNELL

MARY MORGAN

NICOLE LOCKE

RUTH A. CASIE

SHERRY EWING

BARBARA BETTIS

CECI GILTENAN

 

And here’s more holiday cheer with another

 excerpt from my Medieval Christmas story,

Seduction at the Christmas Court.

Excerpt:

“This entertainment will be tedious. I would much rather retire for a good night’s bedding right now,” he whispered, the puff of his breath tickling her ear and sending prickles of excitement down her neck.

She laced their fingers together. “’Twill be finished ‘ere long, my love. Then you can wield your weapon with a vigor yon knights cannot.”

He laughed and drank deeply. “Aye, sweet Alyse. My skill with both weapons outshines any other knight.”

“As you will not want me to be judge of that, I think, I will demur to your claim, although I will test your skills again with the one blade ‘ere the night is done.”

At Geoffrey’s bark of laughter—so loud it turned heads on the dais their way—Alyse settled back to watch the mummers, her cheeks burning, but a pleasant anticipation building within as well.

The mummer playing St. George took the center spot in the Great Hall and began a sing-song rhyme that soon had the court laughing at its nonsense. A stream of knights—played in turn by the other mummers—approached, made their rhyming challenge, and were quickly slain by St. George, whose wielding of his sword became swifter and swifter. He slayed the knights in such short order that by the time he faced the final knight, he did no more than look at the Turkish knight than the man fell down, his toes jingling softly as he landed on the soft rushes covering the floor.

A burst of laughter and applause followed that performance as the quack Doctor shuffled forward, his “magic potion” in a large bottle, gripped in his hand.

Thoroughly engrossed, Alyse laughed and clapped her hands. She held her breath and leaned forward as the Doctor poured the potion down the throats of the slain knights, spoke his own rhyme over them, and one by one, they began to twitch and dance, the rush-strewn floor seeming to come alive as they did. The room resounded with merriment as all seven knights revived.

Loud applause burst out from the courtiers, many of whom threw gold and silver coins onto the floor. Geoffrey tossed a gold florin to the Turkish knight. “For my lady’s pleasure,” he called.

The man nimbly caught the coin and made a deep bow. “Thank you, my lord.”

With a lecherous grin, Geoffrey grasped Alyse’s arm and urged her to rise. “And now allow me to attend to my lady’s pleasure as well.”

 

Blurb:

Christmas tidings of comfort, joy, and temptation

Alyse and Geoffrey, Lord and Lady Longford, have journeyed to the glittering Christmas Court of King Edward III in the year 1349 to wait upon the king and take part in some Yuletide merriment. However, when Geoffrey is suddenly called into the king’s service again, Alyse must remain at court, attending the queen and persuading her rebellious sister to accept an unwanted betrothal. When rumors of Geoffrey’s death arise, Alyse fends off an old suitor who wants to renew their friendship. But how long will he take “No” for an answer?

Buy Links:

Seduction at the Christmas Court is currently available in the boxed set More Christmas Lovin’ for just .99!

AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/More-Christmas-Lovin-Lisa-Kumar-ebook/dp/B076NMYN2G/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

 

 

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 11/19/17 Falling in Time~ “What’s Today’s Date?”

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Again this week I’m sharing from the book I’m revising as part of NaNoWriMo. Yeah, it may be a little outside the rules, but I’m expanding the novella by 50K words, so I think it works out the same. They have a badge for Rogue NaNos, so I’m going for it!

Anyway, its a time travel novella that was published in a boxed set several years ago, then called Crashing Through Time, now changed to Falling in Time. I’m turning it into a full length novel.

Corinne McGowan is on a sightseeing plane ride when the engine fails and she crashes into the countryside around Cornwall. Answering a call of nature, Corinne finds an old well in the forest (think the one from The Ring). She’s mesmerized by the sound coming out of the well and it pulls her into it. She comes to in the same woods and tries to find her way back to the crash site.

In today’s snippet, Corinne has met the rider from last week’s snippet. He declares he is Ian Hunterly, the nephew of her master’s thesis research topic. I’m skipping a few paragraphs ahead. Ian has produced a gold watch from his pocket. (Very creative punctuation used to adhere to the WWW guidelines.)

He pressed a button and the watch cover flew up; he held it out for her to see, but she knew the inscription by heart.

“‘To I. H. on the joyous occasion of his majority,’ except, the word occasion—”

“Occasion,” he interrupted her this time, “is spelled with two ‘esses’ instead of one, but how the devil do you know this?” His eyes flashed with anger, and he snapped the watch closed with a menacing click.

She had no explanation to give him: that watch was real. She’d swear it was the same one she’d seen in the museum for not only did she recognize the inscription with its misspelling, but also the small z-shaped ding on the inside of the case near the stem. She’d wondered how and when that had happened, fascinated by a piece of the watch’s history she hadn’t uncovered.

Perhaps Ian will tell me himself.

Frantic laughter bubbled up at the thought and she clapped her hand over her mouth and stepped back, wanting to put distance between herself and the man who couldn’t be who he claimed. Making one last ditch effort at sanity, she whispered, “What’s today’s date?”

 

 

BLURB for Falling in Time:

More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.

Theatre professor Corinne MacGowan is in a sightseeing plane that crash lands in a field in Cornwall. She wanders away from the crash site, led by a strange buzzing in her head that is coming from a black well (think The Ring). She falls down the well and ends up in Cornwall in 1868 at the home of her Master’s thesis subject, playwright Sir Robert Graysill. She immediately meets Sir Robert’s nephew, Ian Hunterly, and once she comes to terms with the fact that she has fallen through time, realizes from her research that Ian is doomed to die within a matter of weeks. Can she save him and change history? Or let history run its course and lose the man she has come to care for?

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Books in The Handful of Hearts series:

 

 

 

 

And don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here.  There’s some fantastic snippets to be read.

 

 

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Southern Comfort Food ~ Big Mama’s Old Fashioned Cornbread Dressing

Thanksgiving is upon us! Where has 2017 flown?

The wonderful thing about Thanksgiving, as most people will tell you, is the scrumptious food–some of which I only get to eat once a year on Thanksgiving. Today I’m sharing one of those “once a year” recipes. Not that it couldn’t be eaten on any other day. But I find it a little labor intensive and with my working and writing schedule, it’s something I undertake only on Thanksgiving: Big Mama’s Old Fashioned Cornbread Dressing.

Big Mama is what I (and all my dad’s family) called my grandmother. My grandfather was Big Daddy (of course I hadn’t read Tennessee Williams when they were alive) and I grew up right next door to them.

Big Mama’s cornbread dressing is the only one I’ve ever seen that takes two days to make and comes out in little cakes rather than a casserole dish full. Each time I eat it I am immediately transported back to my childhood, to our Thanksgiving table. My father worked shift work, so I never knew when he would be home for dinner. Most days I ate by myself in front of the television. However, Thanksgiving was the ONE day in the whole year that I knew my father and mother and I would be sitting down together to eat.

Boy, it was quite a spread. And always with my grandmother’s dressing. The sage and poultry seasoning are what give it that pungent taste that lingers on the palate. The savory cornbread from which it is made is to die for on its own. I used to sneak pieces of it while my mother was waiting for it to cool.

Just thinking about it I can’t wait for next week!

Big Mama’s Old Fashioned Cornbread Dressing

1 1/2 to 2 cups self-rising corn meal

1 TBS flour (I substitute gluten-free flour for mine)

1 TBS baking powder (Rumford’s is all I ever use)

1/4 package Pepperidge Farms Cornbread Stuffing Mix

1/2 cup oil

1 1/2 cups warm water

1/2 cup chicken or turkey broth

2 eggs, well beaten

2 stalks celery, finely chopped

1 large onion, finely chopped

Sprinkling of Sage and Poultry Seasoning

 

Heat oven to 300 degrees.

Grease baking pan on bottom and sides.

Mix cornmeal, flour, baking powder, oil, warm water, eggs, celery, onion and seasonings together well. Pour into pan and bake 30-45 minutes.  Cool completely. (This step was usually done the day before in my mother’s house so the cornbread could get good and cold.)

Crumble cornbread into large bowl. Add 1/4 package of stuffing mix (for a gluten-free version I have used gluten-free croutons. This year I’ve found actual gluten-free stuffing mix!) and enough chicken or turkey broth to moisten. Shape into cakes and put in greased pan. Bake at 300 for about 40 minutes or until firm and cooked through.

Since I won’t make mine until next week, I don’t have a picture of mine exactly, but I did find this pic that is very close to my finished product. (I’ll have a picture of mine after Thanksgiving.)

Thanks so much for stopping by! Hope you enjoyed my little walk down memory lane. Come back next week for another recipe full of southern comfort. 🙂

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Medieval Monday: First Encounter! ~ Winners Announced Next Week!

 

MedMon

First Meet Winner

will be Announced Next Week on November 20

The winner will be chosen from people who have followed along with an author each week, reading their snippet and commenting on each of the blog sites they were on.

Below is a list of the different blogs for the authors because it’s not too late. You can go to each of my snippets, or any other author, leave a comment on each blog post and you’ll be entered to win.

Authors

ASHLEY YORK

BAMBI LYNN

CATHY MACRAE

ELIZABETH HOBBES

JUDITH STERLING

LANE MCFARLAND

LAUREL O’DONNELL

MARY MORGAN

NICOLE LOCKE

RUTH A. CASIE

SHERRY EWING

BARBARA BETTIS

CECI GILTENAN

 

And with the holidays around the corner,

here is an excerpt from my Medieval Christmas story,

Seduction at the Christmas Court.

Excerpt:

Alyse stared in horror as Guy nonchalantly raised her hand to his lips. The skin seemed to shrink, as though it would crawl off her bones to escape his touch. She longed to snatch it away from the vile man however, mindful of the thousand eyes that marked her every movement, she instead gave him a coy look and a nod. “You are kind to remember me, Guy, now that you have my sister to wife. I doubted you would give me a glance in the wake of her beauty.”

Geoffrey moved closer to her, his hulking presence a subtle warning.

An she knew her husband, he was now sorely tempted to run Guy through with his sword. Thank God it lay safe in their chamber. “I give you good evening, Sir Guy. It has been long since last we met at my father’s house.” Remind him who had triumphed that evening and mayhap he’d keep his distance and his head.

“Too long, cherie. Perhaps now we are to be kindred, we will see much more of one another.” His gaze rested on her mouth and he licked his lips.

Bold villain. Alyse drew closer to Geoffrey. The man’s dark-eyed gaze would peel the clothes from her like the skin from an orange an she endured it much longer.

Face blackened in a scowl, Geoffrey bumped her side as he stepped between her and Guy. “My wife will enjoy her sister’s company as often as she likes while we are at court, Sir Guy. An you are in the room you may bear them company as well during the Christmastide. Should you journey to Longford after you are wed, of course, we will always open our home to you.” Her husband’s teeth clenched so tight his jaw creaked. He’d rejoice in Guy’s company when the last trump sounded.

“Pippa,” Alyse said, turning to her sister, sorry that she must bear witness to Guy’s disrespect. Pray God His Majesty never heard tell of this conversation. She grasped her sister’s hands, pulling the girl from Guy’s side. “’Twill only be a short time ‘ere we are gone from here. This feuding twixt Guy and Geoffrey will last only so long as we remain here. Once you are married—”

“Once I am married to him there will be no escape, Alyse.” Pippa’s voice, hard-edged, flat, and filled with anger, made her cringe. “I will be forever chained to a man who cares nothing for me, only for my sister.”

Blurb:

Christmas tidings of comfort, joy, and temptation

BLURB:

Alyse and Geoffrey, Lord and Lady Longford, have journeyed to the glittering Christmas Court of King Edward III in the year 1349 to wait upon the king and take part in some Yuletide merriment. However, when Geoffrey is suddenly called into the king’s service again, Alyse must remain at court, attending the queen and persuading her rebellious sister to accept an unwanted betrothal. When rumors of Geoffrey’s death arise, Alyse fends off an old suitor who wants to renew their friendship. But how long will he take “No” for an answer?

Buy Links:

Available in the boxed set More Christmas Lovin’ for just .99!

AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/More-Christmas-Lovin-Lisa-Kumar-ebook/dp/B076NMYN2G/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

 

 

Titles in the Time Enough to Love Series:

 

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 11/12/17 Falling in Time~ A Practiced Air

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This week I’m sharing from the book I’m revising as part of NaNoWriMo. Yeah, it may be a little outside the rules, but I’m expanding the novella by 50K words, so I think it works out the same. They have a badge for Rogue NaNos, so I’m going for it!

Anyway, its a time travel novella that was published in a boxed set several years ago, then called Crashing Through Time, now changed to Falling in Time. I’m turning it into a full length novel.

Corinne MacGowan is on a sightseeing plane ride when the engine fails and she crashes into the countryside around Cornwall. Answering a call of nature, Corinne finds an old well in the forest (think the one from The Ring). She’s mesmerized by the sound coming out of the well and it pulls her into it. She comes to in the same woods and tries to find her way back to the crash site.

In today’s snippet, Corinne has met the rider from last week’s snippet. He declares he is Ian Hunterly, the nephew of her master’s thesis research topic.

Mr. Ian Hunterly

He plopped down on the wooden turnstile and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and said, “My hat, please.”

She plucked it from beneath her arm and handed it to him, trying not to smile.

He seated it firmly on his head with a practiced air.

Corrine stared, her heart lurching in her chest. With the hat, the coat, the boots, this guy was the spitting image of the oil painting she’d discovered of the real Ian Hunterly, who’d been born in 1833 in London and died in 1868 in Cornwall. She looked closer, searching his face for some sort of prosthetic device. Actors never looked that close to the real thing without special effects. She frowned for his face looked like…well, his face. Clear, tanned skin and features that were obviously his own. The hairs on her arms pricked to attention.

 

BLURB for Falling in Time:

More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.

Theatre professor Corinne MacGowan is in a sightseeing plane that crash lands in a field in Cornwall. She wanders away from the crash site, led by a strange buzzing in her head that is coming from a black well (think The Ring). She falls down the well and ends up in Cornwall in 1868 at the home of her Master’s thesis subject, playwright Sir Robert Graysill. She immediately meets Sir Robert’s nephew, Ian Hunterly, and once she comes to terms with the fact that she has fallen through time, realizes from her research that Ian is doomed to die within a matter of weeks. Can she save him and change history? Or let history run its course and lose the man she has come to care for?

Check out my Amazon Author page for all my works!

Books in The Handful of Hearts series:

 

 

 

 

And don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here.  There’s some fantastic snippets to be read.

 

 

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The Duchess Lydia by Liza O’Connor

The fatal ending of Jane Austen

In 1817, widowhood could emancipate a woman or lead her to poverty, depending on the income she derived from her dower rights, which was the money and goods that a bride’s father had negotiated for her upon her marriage.

Proper women could not make money for themselves.

For example: Jane Austen never married, which placed her in a precarious state.  Despite being an author, she had to have her brother, Henry, submit her books for publication. (1811-1816) The books proved mostly successful and Jane had some good years.

Then Henry’s bank went under and sadly, other men in his family were harmed in the fallout. This meant no one had money to contribute to Jane’s survival nor her publications. Since Jane could not afford to pay the funds needed to get her books published, they went into limbo and all income stopped.

Thus impoverished, upset with her uncle’s will that left her nothing, and sick with Addison’s disease, which only kills if left untreated, Jane dies in July 18, 1817—Much like any other impoverished woman of the times.

 

BLURB

Thanks to the Duke of Rochester’s generosity and the death of Wickham, Lydia Bennet is now a wealthy, independent woman. When Lydia takes residence in the finest house in the West End, her brother-in-law, Darcy, is concerned that she is ‘over her head’.

Despite his concerns, Darcy retrieves his sister, Georgiana, from Pemberley and places her in Lydia’s home. The two young ladies, both recently widowed, form a strong sisterly bond and soon set out to find love again.

Unfortunately, the man Lydia wishes to marry, David, the Duke of Rochester, is already contracted to marry another woman. When Lydia discovers the fiancée plans to murder David and his sons, she rallies her servants and friends, determined to stop the murderess at all costs. Will Lydia’s love of David and his boys triumph, or will the “Lady of Death” continue her path of destruction?

 

EXCERPT

Darcy was not pleased when Lydia demanded to know the details of his sister’s dowry, but Lydia insisted he discuss the matter with her and Georgiana.

Darcy frowned at Lydia and then focused on his sister. “Georgiana, you must know I would never cheat you out of your dowry!”

“Of course, she does!” Lydia replied. “She does not ask this because she doesn’t trust you. You may very well be the most trustworthy man in London. But what if a carriage runs over you tomorrow? Will she know where to go to retrieve her money? Will she even be allowed to withdraw funds for food and clothing? I understand you want to protect her, but she deserves the right to protect herself as well.”

Lydia gripped his hand into hers. “Darcy, you once did me a great service. You helped me protect myself from Wickham’s foolishness. Will you not do the same for your wonderful sister whom you so clearly love? We cannot predict when we will die. Do not leave the sister you love so dearly to a precarious future. She’s grown up and needs to be in control of her own life now. I have no doubt she will always ask for your opinions before she makes a decision, but give her the right to choose what she wishes to do.”

 

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More About the Author

Liza O’Connor’s favorite books are Pride & Prejudice and Douglas Adams’ four book trilogy, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Go figure…

Raised in the southern mid-section of U.S., Liza escaped to the East Coast once out of college. She’s worked as a journalist, a radio DJ, a security guard, a stock broker, a strategist, and a business solutions consultant to name a few of her many occupations.  Again…go figure.

She learned to fly planes, jump out of planes, hang-glide, kayak and scuba dive, to name of few of her ‘let’s kill Liza’ sports. However, her favorite activity is to hike with her dog Jess among the shaved mountains of NJ.

 

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Southern Comfort Food ~ Butter Beans

As we head into the holiday season, I realize how much the food that I’ve grown up with has comforted me through bad times and good. Looking forward in a couple of weeks to sitting down with a huge roomful of people at my aunt’s house, I want to share with you some of the recipes that have been handed down to me through my family.

The first one, and the one that gave me the idea, I made this past weekend as a side dish for butterflied fried pork chops: southern style butter beans.

I’ve been eating butter beans all my life. My dad had a garden in the back yard for as long as I can remember. He was famous for his tomatoes, but he also put in snaps (green beans), potatoes (planted every St. Patrick’s Day), squash, cabbages, collards (also famous for in our family), and butter beans.  I used to help him pick all these things during the summer and with the snaps and butter beans I remember him telling me to “Pick ’em close.” That meant he wanted me to pick every possible one that was big enough to eat, so we’d have a big enough “mess” of them to cook.

All of these foods have very fond memories for me, and I’ll be writing about them as I go along each week. By the way–all of this bounty was grown, picked, and frozen by my mom and dad so that we had these out of this world fresh vegetables well into the winter. And they were always on the table at Thanksgiving and Christmas.

So, here’s the recipe for good ole southern butter beans. This recipe comes to me from my cousin Valerie, but it may well have come to her from our grandmother or my dad. These are the butter beans I’ve eaten all my life.

Southern Butter Beans

3 lbs fresh butter beans (three packages of frozen butter beans can be substituted and                   Hanover Silver Label are the best)

3 cups water (1/2 pot full)

1 TBS salt

1/4 cup sugar

1 stick butter

Bring salted water to a boil. Add beans and return to a boil. Cover and cook on medium heat, boiling for 40 minutes, stirring every 10 minutes.

When beans are done, add sugar and butter, stirring until the butter is completely melted. This should create a thick, buttery sauce for the beans.

This pot of beans was made on Sunday and gone by dinner on Tuesday.

Serve and enjoy.

Thanks so much for stopping by! Hope you enjoyed my little walk down memory lane. Come back next week for another recipe full of southern comfort.

 

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