Hello and Welcome to this stop on Samantha's tour! Today she is talking about the pros and cons of being a medieval writer..lol. Let's see what she had to say:
The pros and cons of being a Medieval Romantic writer
1. You walk around in a rosy haze making the world seem wonderful.
2. You’re creative! This means you can write wherever you want. The bath is my favourite.
3. You fall in love with a new man each time you write a new book.
4. You get to think naughty thoughts and not feel ashamed about it.
5. Watching romantic films is considered research.
6. You get to explore castles as research.
7. After hours of writing medieval dialogue, husband responds very well to being called ‘My Lord.’
8. You expand your cooking knowledge when researching medieval recipes.
9. You learn new things about chosen period and therefore sound amazingly well-educated.
10. You get to write about men in loose linen shirts
1. You walk around in a rosy haze. Family don’t like this apparently.
2. You brain prefers that you write in bed. At 2am in the morning.
3. You fall in love with a FICTIONAL man. Husband doesn’t like this much either.
4. You spend so much time thinking naughty thoughts that you forget how to actually do the real thing.
5. All your royalties get spent on tissues when watching said romantic films.
6. You have to explore castles as research - do you know how many steps those things have?
7. You forget how to talk normally after writing dialogue and the postman is never impressed. I thank thee for thy missive, good Sir.
8. You learn useless things that will never impress anyone. Cobwebs were considered to cure warts in medieval times - try using that as a conversation starter.
9. You have to write about men wearing hose. Hose are not sexy.
10. Family refuses to eat medieval culinary delights thus rendering knowledge useless. Why will they not eat a recipe delightfully named ‘Garbage’?
Let's take a look at the book details:
by Samantha Holt
44,000 words (eBook format)
Erotic Historical Romance
Contains Elements of Action
Heat Level: Steamy
Amazon (US) - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00989J3PM
- https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00989J3PM UK
A medieval story of love and betrayal.
As a rebellion sweeps
Annabel finds her home overrun by rebels. Much to her relief, a dark knight
comes to her rescue, claiming to have been sent to protect her by her uncle. England
But Nicholas holds a secret about the job he was sent to do and it is a far cry from what Annabel believes it to be. As the attraction between them grows, Nicholas begins to question the dark life he has lived. But is it enough to change him and will Annabel ever trust again after learning the true nature of his sinful duty?
“What is your name?”
He stared at her as he paused mid-bite. Withdrawing the bread, he shifted uncomfortably.
“My name is of no import, my lady.”
“I would know the name of my rescuer.
He looked to the floor. “I am no rescuer, just a lowly knight doing his duty.”
“Your modesty becomes you, Sir Knight, but I would still know your name.”
Annabel awaited his response, the air between them growing uncomfortably thick.
He heaved a sigh, wondering how it was that a diminutive woman had got the better of him.
“Nicholas,” he grated out reluctantly.
“Nicholas,” she repeated softly. “And I am Annabel.”
“I know, my lady.”
“Nay, Annabel. Not ‘my lady’. You have surely earned the right to address me as such.
He shook his head, dropping his gaze to the ground once more. He could not bring himself to utter her name, not when he knew what was to come. “Nay, my lady, I am your servant and I will address you as a servant should.”
Annabel must have sensed she was fighting a losing battle as she protested no more and fell silent. Nicholas risked sideways glances at her as her as she nibbled delicately on the hardened bread, and he realised he took far too much pleasure in the sight of her ample lips moving with each bite.
Brushing the crumbs from her skirts, Nicholas watched, mesmerised, as she twisted her long braid over her shoulder. Tugging on the red ribbon that tied the end of the braid, it loosened, sending the length of her hair shimmering across her shoulders. It brushed the dirt and Nicholas felt his mouth dry as she touched a finger to his arm. Surrounded by a halo of hair, she glanced up at him, her mouth curling. Without a word, she tied the ribbon about his large arm and fussed with it until she was satisfied.
Nicholas touched tentatively at the ribbon and gave her a perplexed look.
“You saved my life, Nicholas. ‘Tis a favour from a lady to a knight.” She grinned at his confusion. “You have received favours before, surely? I would expect a knight of your valour to have championed many a lady.”
He wondered if she was teasing him but her expression was completely guileless. He groaned inwardly. This woman probably believed wholeheartedly in courtly love. From his little experience he had come to conclude that it did not exist.
“For fear of disappointing you, my lady, I am sorry to admit that there you are mistaken. I have championed no ladies.”
“Well, ‘tis no matter,” she told him with a tender smile, “For you have championed me.”
Unable to bare her dazzling eyes any longer, he stood abruptly. Champion? He laughed inwardly. She had no idea of the kind of man he was, and he was thoroughly aware that he was far removed from the heroic knights that minstrels and poets spoke of.
He felt a pang of something, an uncomfortable sensation settling in his gut. Nicholas couldn’t name it but he didn’t like its implications. For all her naivety and gentle manners, this woman was going to be trouble. He felt threatened by her somehow, as if she had directly challenged him rather than quietly accepting his every word without question.
“Are you ready to continue on, my lady?”
Annabel sighed and stood, in spite of her obvious weariness. “I am in your hands, Nicholas. I will do whatever you command.”
Nicholas tried to tamp down on the desire stirring in his loins at her words and failed. Instead, he grunted and turned away, stomping off without checking if she was following. The sooner this job was over, the better.
About the Author:
Samantha Holt resides in
England, with her twin
girls, having followed her soldier husband around the for nearly
10 years. Growing up in Hampshire, she was inspired by the authors Jane Austen
and Elizabeth Gaskell, both of which lived and wrote only miles from her home
Samantha loves the romance genre and has been devouring romantic literature for as long as she can remember. History is another passion of hers and she loves to combine her love for history and romance into exciting and passionate tales.
Contact Samantha at:
Website - http://www.samanthaholt.org.uk
Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/romanticfiction
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