Today, my historical/paranormal releases from Ellora’s Cave! You can buy your copy here.
EC Cover Price: $5.20
My blog tour begins today and will go throughout the month of October, plus I’ll be making some other appearances in November and December to talk about the book. Today, you can find me at:
Want to know what the book is about? What’s that? You don’t know already? Well, allow me to tell you!
Here’s the blurb:
A snarky Faery princess, a Scottish knight with a gambling problem, and a murderous earl all add up to one thing: Trouble. Maggie’s medieval education never prepared her for life in the Middle Ages!
Do-gooder Maggie Chase throws her thesis out the window when she wakes up in the arms of a hot Scottish knight. When she realizes she’s somehow ended up back in time, she embraces the persona of Lady Margaret. But she may be in over her head when she realizes she has to keep the sexy knight alive during a jousting tournament in order to get back to her own time.
Sir Finian “Finn” McCullough is a gambling man and owes a very large debt to an evil earl who is after his family estate. When the beautiful and outgoing Maggie arrives in his bed, he can’t remember tupping her the night before and thinks she’s a spy for one of his neighboring clans. He intends to find her kinsman and return her safely but he can’t resist her charms, her smart mouth or her sex appeal. Instead he keeps her close, taking her with him to an important jousting tournament—one he has to win or lose his castle forever.
I had a great editing experience and discovered that I had a serious exclamation point problem. Apparently, I love me some exclamation points when it came to this book. I guess there was a lot of emotion. 😉
So, to whet your appetite, here is a snippet from the book. One of my favorite scenes:
Elyne sat Maggie at the long table in the Great Hall, the very room she had fallen asleep in the night before. Or rather, six hundred plus years in her future. There were the two giant fireplaces on either side of the room, both featuring a cheerful fire. The wood table Maggie feasted upon was scarred from longtime use. Faded tapestries hung along the stone walls. Maggie smiled. Here she was in a working medieval castle and she longed for a pen and paper to write everything she saw, heard and smelled.
Her breakfast was a thick porridge in a bread bowl and various dried fruits. The servants who placed the meal in front of her stared at her with big round eyes and gave her a look that said she had no business there. Maggie wondered if Finn was notorious for having strange ladies in his keep and she was another one in a long line of bonnie lasses.
Elyne poured her a tankard of a pale liquid and slid it her direction. Sniffing the honey sweetness sent her stomach plummeting. She wasn’t fond of sweet drinks, especially early in the morning, and she wrinkled her nose.
“It’s mead.” Elyne rolled her eyes.
“I’d rather have a cup of coffee with cream.”
“I’m not a short-order cook. You better get used to it if you plan to survive here. I thought you knew about history?”
“I do. But I studied medieval literature. Not food and drink.” Maggie waved toward the feast in front of her.
Elyne snorted in response.
“I don’t understand why you can’t just snap your fingers and send me back,” Maggie said, taking a bit of the steamy porridge.
“It doesn’t work like that,” Elyne said, an edge of impatience creeping into her voice.
“How does it work then?” Maggie was truly interested. She’d never laid eyes on a Fae, much less a royal one, and she wanted to know more about her.
“That’s none of your concern.”
“It is my concern. You brought me here. Besides, I’m not all too sure you’re really Fae. Prove it to me.”
Elyne’s mouth pulled into a sour grin. “I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
Maggie shrugged. “Have it your way.”
The princess puffed out a short breath. “Fine, then. I’ll prove it to you.”
Elyne clenched her fists at her sides, her body shimmering in gold and silver hues while Maggie watched. Her blonde hair sparkled with an otherworldly light, making Maggie shriek and drop her food, shielding her eyes from the blinding brightness. But not before she spotted the distinct pointed tips of Elyne’s ears.
“This is my true form,” Elyne informed her. “But you humans cannot look upon us for very long.”
“Because it’s like looking directly at the sun.”
Meaning, it would burn my eyeballs right out of their sockets. I get it.
“Turn it off.”
“Are you sure? Have I proven myself, then?”
“Yes, yes. Turn it off.”
Elyne’s image muted, the tips of her ears and the rest of her returning to normal, and a smirk appeared upon her face.
“All Fae wear a glamour to protect us from those who would harm us. Satisfied?”
Maggie nodded, clamping her open jaw shut. “I am, your highness. But you’re still coming with me.”
“Am I?” she asked, cocking her head in a sort of mocking way to one side.
“You are,” Maggie confirmed as though it fact. “And you’ll like it.”
“I agree it would not be proper for a lady to go without an escort, but—”
“Good, then it’s settled. I’ve never had a maidservant before. This should be fun.”
At Elyne’s grimace, Maggie flashed the brightest smile she could muster.