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For the low price of 99 cents, this historical romance can be yours! My second novel, THE ARCHER’S DAUGHTER is now available to an e-reader near you. Paperbacks will soon follow.

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Blurb:

England, 1381

Cate Archer is a wanted woman. When her father is killed during peace negotiations with the young King Richard, Cate vows she will not rest until she sees her father’s murder avenged and his killer brought to his knees. She never imagined she would fall in love with the man sent to execute her death warrant.

Viscount Owen Grey has only one task—bring in the rebel leaders, dead or alive. His life’s duty is to the King’s Guard, and he has certain expectations to fulfill. Falling for his prisoner isn’t one of them. He understands her cause, but he cannot bring himself to risk his position and honor for an outlaw. Owen must choose between duty and his heart. The Guard is all he’s ever known. Does he stay true to his oath or find himself on the next most wanted list alongside his Cate?

Excerpt:

The guards were near. Cate whipped the bow from her shoulder and plucked an arrow from its sheath, nestling it at its rightful place against the bowstring. A heated energy flowed from deep within her, coursing through her veins to the tips of her fingers, begging her to release the tension on the string. She did not deny it.

The arrow shot through the air, missing its intended destination by a hairsbreadth. Damn. She’d missed.

“Arrow!” A warning was called.

Her presence had been made known. Cate took a swift head count of her remaining arrows. Five. Perfect for taking down a deer, but unfortunate against six armed guards. A brief chill of panic threatened to take root but she pushed it aside, willing herself to be strong. She owed it to her father. She must fight.

From the sounds echoing below, Cate believed the guards to be readying to fight, but from the sound of their confusion, they could not apprise from where she shot. The thick forest canopy was a welcomed friend.

She surveyed the area to her left. Several thick branches from a nearby tree overlapped the one she hid in. If she could get a shot off — and manage to hit someone this time — she could change locations before the men would be able to fire from below. Cate said a quick prayer, asking for the guards to be ill-equipped with weaponry, or shite shots with a bow.

“Courage, Cate.” She turned to face her opponents.

“There! Above!” A guard pointed in her direction, raising his bow to take aim.

Cate redirected her aim to the right, firing at the telling guard. Time for a new plan.

Run.

An arrow hissed through the branches, and Cate lurched back, nearly unseated from her perch. Tree bark scraped her palms as she righted herself.

“Do not harm the boy!” one guard shouted. “Hold!”

“I am no boy!” Cate retaliated without first thinking.

“A lass, then?”

Cate silently chastised herself for her foolishness. “What else would I be, you dolt?”

They thought her a child — a fantastic ruse with the potential of aiding in her escape.

“Tell me then, girl, why have you attempted to end my life?”

The men scattered to various points along the forest floor; some on foot, others on horseback. A plan in formation, but Cate had yet to gain knowledge of it. She took a deep breath. Time to lie, Cate. Your life depends on it.

She let out a laugh, descending from the tree. “End your life? You, sir, were merely in the way of my arrow. I would have brought down that buck if you had not scared it away with your loud traipsing through the trees. Now my family will be forced to go hungry for yet another day. So I thank you… you and your overly loud mates.” She jumped the remaining distance to the ground, the dusted the tree litter from her ill-fitting boy’s hose. She rose to her full height, nearly measuring up to the man standing in front of her.

He didn’t wear the King’s Guard uniform as the others in his party did, but donned loose riding breeches paired with well constructed boots and a matching doublet with the finest detailing she’d ever seen. Deep greens and royal blues intermingled in various swirls and frills amongst the soft, blackened leather. Only the finest threads for the finest of men. He was the one she needed to kill.

And she’d missed.

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I am so pleased to FINALLY be able to share with you the cover for THE ARCHER’S DAUGHTER – coming soon from EsKape Press! Isn’t it just gorgeous?

Look for it online for pre order in February 2015!

RELEASE DATE OF MARCH 17TH!

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Cate Archer is a wanted woman. When her father is killed during peace negotiations with the young King Richard, Cate vows she will not rest until she sees her father’s murder avenged and his killer brought to his knees. She never imagined she would fall in love with the man sent to execute her death warrant.

Viscount Owen Grey has only one task—bring in the rebel leaders, dead or alive. His life’s duty is to the King’s Guard, and he has certain expectations to fulfill. Falling for his prisoner isn’t one of them. He understands her cause, but he cannot bring himself to risk his position and honor for an outlaw. Owen must choose between duty and his heart. The Guard is all he’s ever known. Does he stay true to his oath or find himself on the next most wanted list alongside his Cate?

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20703633Arabella Holmes was born different and raised different. After it became apparent she wouldn’t fit the role of a proper 1900’s lady, her father, Sherlock, called in some lingering favors, and landed her a position at the Mutter Museum. The museum was Arabella’s dream; she was to become a purveyor of abnormal science. What her father called a BoneSeeker.

 

Henry Watson arrives at the Mutter Museum with a double assignment–to become a finder of abnormal antiquities and to watch over and keep Arabella Holmes. An easy task, if he could only get her to speak to him instead of throwing knives in his general direction.

 

But this is no time for child’s play. The two teens are assigned to a most secret exploration, when the hand of a Nephilim is unearthed in upstate New York. Soon, Arabella and Henry are caught in a fight for their lives as scientific debate swirls around them. Are the bones from a Neanderthal … or are they living proof of fallen angels, who supposedly mated with humans according to ancient scrolls?

 

Sent to recover the skeleton, they discover they are the second team to have been deployed and the entire first team is dead. And now they must trust their instincts and rely on one another in order to survive and uncover the truth.

 

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About the Author:

brynnBorn and raised in western Pennsylvania, Brynn Chapman is the daughter of two teachers. Her writing reflects her passions: science, history and love—not necessarily in that order. In real life, the geek gene runs strong in her family, as does the Asperger’s syndrome.

 

Her writing reflects her experience as a pediatric therapist and her interactions with society’s downtrodden. In fiction, she’s a strong believer in underdogs and happily-ever-afters. She also writes non-fiction and lectures on the subjects of autism and sensory integration and is a medical contributor to online journal The Age of Autism.

 

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I am so please to be hosting fellow EsKape author Ruth on my blog today! She has two amazing novels out this month. Feel free to check them out. Or pick them up. Or download, whatever suits your fancy. 😉

 

TheUnwantedEarl_200x300The Unwanted Earl

Amelia Talbot has been issued a death sentence. At least it feels that way. The thought of marrying a man old enough to be her grandfather sends her into a panic. So much so that she sets off on a desperate search to find another man to marry her—quickly.

Conrad Croome, the Fifth Earl of Lofton, knows all too well that blackmail isn’t the way to form a marriage. How ironic that one Amelia Talbot uses a Croome family secret he’d thought long buried to force him to marry her.

Is Conrad doomed to a life of marriage based on an exposed secret, or could Amelia learn to love an unwanted earl?

 

Excerpt

She led him to the bench and sat down next to him. A quick succession of boot taps came from the left. Annie now stood in front of them with her arms crossed. She eyed the nonexistent space between Amelia and Conrad and glared.

She wants us to move apart? Amelia shook her head.

Annie stepped closer, moving her finger back and forth in the air, as if they should indeed separate. Now.

Amelia lowered her eyebrows, pulling even closer to Conrad as he hacked and coughed. I think she means to sit between us. I don’t think so. “No.”

Conrad, who held his handkerchief over his mouth, jerked his head around. “P-pardon me?”

“Not you, dear.” She stared pointedly at the maid and pressed her lips together.

With something that could have been a low growl, Annie went behind the bench and stood. Amelia didn’t have to turn her head to see if the maid was still glaring at her. She could nearly feel it on the back of her neck.

No matter. Amelia had become an expert at ignoring people who vexed her. Annie was no different.

Conrad finally ceased his hacking. Amelia patted his arm. “Feeling better?”

“Much.” He looked at her. “Thank you.”

“Ready to explore the Sanctuary?”

“You mean, walk about?”

“Of course.” She started to stand, thought better of it in light of his earlier comments, and waited.

“If we must.” Conrad stood and held out his hand to assist her.

“Oh, Conrad, you have quite the wit.”

“I didn’t realize I was being witty.”

Amelia’s laugh startled a pair of chiff-chaffs into sudden flight, their call to each other sounding very much like the sound of their name.

Conrad stiffened.

Why did he act so uncomfortable when they were near the birds?

 

The Matchmakers

TheMatchmakers_200x300Jessie Selkirk has a mission — to take care of every stray cat she finds. They are her life, her sole reason for being. But when Baldwin Rutledge steps into her barn looking for a cat, she develops a whole new interest. One in which she must continually remind herself there is no future. No. Best to hope for nothing beyond friendship and spare herself a broken heart.

 

Baldwin Rutledge is desperate to stop his aunt from trying to find him a wife. So he decides to distract her by procuring a second cat for her. His plan is working beautifully, until he meets pretty Jessie Selkirk. Now marriage is the only thing he thinks about. He’d like to be more than acquaintances, but convincing her of that might take some doing.

 

Excerpt

 

Heavy steps crossed the floor below. Unusual for her brother to come again so soon. She kept her gaze on the ladder, too nervous to lean away from it even so far as to turn her head to look down. “Adam? Back again?”

A loud crack pierced the air.

Jessie screamed as her foot slipped on the next rung and contacted only air. “Help! Adam, help!” Her fingers slid from the sides of the ladder. Her arms flailed. “Adam!”

Falling. Falling so fast the ladder slid past in a blur. A cat hissed somewhere to her right. Her heart crashed against her ribs. Breath caught in her throat. She closed her eyes against the pain to come. No! No, no, no! Who will care for my cats if I’m injured?

She smacked into something hard. But not the floor. Opening her eyes, she glanced down. Someone’s large arms cradled her against a broad chest.

Not Adam’s arms.

Or chest.

Jessie whipped her head toward her rescuer. Her mouth dropped open. “Mr. Rutledge? How did—?”

“I had just entered the barn. Thank goodness I did. Are you hurt, Miss Selkirk?”

Am I? She wiggled her fingers and moved her ankles in circles. “Everything seems to be attached.”

His chuckle rumbled through his chest next to her cheek. “And for that I am most relieved.”

“As am I.” She inhaled. Ah, the mint. It smelled even more luscious close up. Did he have a fondness for peppermints? Her shoulder was wedged tight against his rock-hard chest. His arms, thick and as strong as new lumber, held her close, his long fingers grasped beneath the backs of her knees and behind her neck.

His grip tightened. How long did he plan to hold her?

 

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WELCOME, HOLLY!

I am so happy to have you here today.  I am absolutely thrilled to be hosting CROSS THE OCEAN today. It sounds like Ms. Gertrude really has her hands full in this one.  How about a few author questions?

1. What part of the writing process do you dread?

The middle of the book. The beginning is probably the easiest part and the end is usually pretty clear in my head. But that middle, where the all the things happen that makes our characters do what they do, can be tricky. And if you’re writing to a certain word count, which lots of authors are doing to fulfill a publisher requirement, it’s very easy to start writing the mundane details of a heroine’s life. Like: “Milly got everything out of her refrigerator to make macaroni and cheese for Billy because she knew it was his favorite. She grabbed the cheddar cheese with the oldest Sell by date. But then she realized she needed milk and looked at her grocery list. Did she need tampons too?”

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2. What is your favorite Joke?

I sure don’t want to offend any of my western Pennsylvania friends, especially as I spent the majority of my life there and loved the area and still do, but . . . There were 3 guys standing at the Gates of Heaven. Saint Peter came to greet them and says to the first one, “My son, tell me where you are from?” The first man says, “New York.” Saint Peter replies, “Tell me about your life there and why you should go through the gates to heaven.” The first man says, “I studied very hard and became a doctor and saved many lives and relieved suffering.” Saint Peter said, “Come in, my son.”

He turns to the second man and says, “My son, tell me where you are from?” The second man says, “Atlanta.” Saint Peter replies, “Tell me about your life there and why you should go through the gates to heaven.” The first man says, “I worked very hard and had a successful business. I helped feed and clothe the poor and hungry in my community.” Saint Peter said, “Come in, my son.”

Saint Peter says to the third man, “My son, tell me where you are from?” The third man says, “Western Pennsylvania.” Saint Peter replies, “Did you get your deer?”

I’m not sure why this makes me laugh so hard but it does. I guess you just have to be from the hills of western Pennsylvania to get it!

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3. Where do you get your best ideas?

I wish I knew. I wish I could pin down when and how a character shows up in my head. But I can’t. They just arrive there and lodge themselves in my brain till I tell their story.

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4. What do you do to relax?

Read. I love to read! I always take stacks of books on vacation to the beach or wherever we’re going but now I just load them up in my Kindle! But I don’t read as much as I used to because I’m doing so much writing. I can’t write my books while I’m reading others, especially romances. I end up sounding just like the author I’m reading. Today, a moderator for one of the groups I belong to on GoodReads sent an email to vote for next month’s group read. I checked the blurbs for all the choices and found some books I’d really like to read, but I can’t! That’s part of the reason I often read non-fiction.

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5. Do you write about what turns you on?

Yes. But then my books are dialogue heavy because when a man is listening, really listening and talking to us, it’s the sexiest thing in the world!

MEDIA KIT Cross the Ocean LargeBLURB:

1871 . . . Worlds collide when American Suffragette, Gertrude Finch, and titled Brit Blake Sanders meet in an explosive encounter that may forever bind them together. Gertrude Finch escorts a young relative to London and encounters the stuffy Duke of Wexford at his worst. Cross the Ocean is the story of an undesired, yet undeniable attraction that takes Blake and Gertrude across an ocean and into each other’s arms.

Excerpt

Blake found his guests in the music room listening to Melinda play the pianoforte. “Miss Finch, may I beg a moment of your time?” he asked as he touched her elbow.

The two of them retreated out of hearing distance from the rest.

“Yes?” Miss Finch clipped off and folded her hands at her waist.

“I find I do owe you an apology,” Blake began.

“And every other woman in the room as well,” she replied.

“I am not concerned with every other female in the room.” Blake stood tall. “I have many faults, but hurting a guest’s feelings cannot be one of them.”

“I agree with you there,” Miss Finch said and clapped politely.

“Agree with what?” he asked.

“You have many faults. The least of which are poor manners.”

“Yes, well, in any case, I apologize for what I said.” Blake looked away ashamed. “I was wrong. You are really quite attractive.”

Gertrude Finch put her hands on her hips, and her voice rose with each word. “I could care less what you think of me.”

“Now, now, no need to call attention our way,” Blake said and glanced at the assembly listening to Melinda. “No need to be defensive, either. I am aware of the tender sensibilities women associate with how attractive they are. My own mother made us all kiss and coo over Aunt Constance, and she had whiskers longer than . . .”

“Listen to me, Sanders. I meant what I said. I couldn’t care less whether you think I’m attractive or not. You dismiss ideas and brains for the lack of a pretty face. I think you’re a pompous idiot. What do you think of them apples, Your Highness?” she said.

Blake held his hands behind his back, and a muscle twitched below his eye. “Miss Finch, the title ‘Your Highness’ is reserved for the royal family. You Americans bandy about titles as if a one of you could trace a history further back than the last mule you shoed.”

MEDIA KIT Author photoAUTHOR INFORMATION:

Holly Bush was born in western Pennsylvania to two avid readers. There was not a room in her home that did not hold a full bookcase. She worked in the hospitality industry, owning a restaurant for twenty years and recently worked as the sales and marketing director in the hospitality/tourism industry and is credited with building traffic to capacity for a local farm tour, bringing guests from twenty-two states, booked two years out.  Holly has been a marketing consultant to start-up businesses and has done public speaking on the subject.

 

Holly has been writing all of her life and is a voracious reader of a wide variety of fiction and non-fiction, particularly political and historical works. She has written four romance novels, all set in the U.S. West in the mid 1800’s. She frequently attends writing conferences, and has always been a member of a writer’s group.

 

Holly is a gardener, a news junkie, has been an active member of her local library board and loves to spend time near the ocean. She is the proud mother of two daughters and the wife of a man more than a few years her junior.

 

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SALEM, MA 1692

HER WICKED SIN (Sins of Salem #1)

Now available from Sarah Ballance and Entangled Publishing’s Scandalous line of historical romance.

Her Wicked Sin | A Sins of Salem Novel (#1)

SALEM, MA 1692

On a moonless night, he rides into the winter forest on his beast as black as midnight….

Dashing stranger, Henry Dunham, comes to Salem on a mysterious errand, but is thrown from his horse in the dead of night and rescued by the local Puritan midwife, Lydia Colson.

Haunted by her past, Lydia is running from her own dark secrets, avoiding intrusive questions by pretending her dead husband is simply…away. But when she and Henry are caught in a compromising situation, one punishable by Puritan law, he saves her from scandal by claiming to be her errant spouse…and claiming her bed.

Forced to fake a marriage, Lydia and Henry find their passion overwhelming and their vows a little too real. As their lies become truths, a witch hunt closes in on Lydia, threatening not only their burgeoning love, but her life.

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  • Title: HER WICKED SIN (Sins of Salem #1)
  • Author: Sarah Ballance
  • Genre: Historical Romance
  • Publisher: Entangled Publishing
  • Release Date: September 9, 2013
  • ISBN 13: 9781622662494
  • Available format(s): ebook

Her Wicked Sin | Excerpt

“Willard, you beast.” A round of profanity followed the utterance. Though the stranger’s words were foul, they offered for his equine companion both comfort and reassurance. Their soothing cadence eased the alarm from the horse’s eyes, leading his ears to relax from their pinned state.

Lydia found herself enchanted by the man’s tones and by his obvious affection for the horse.

He shifted in the leaves, still facing away, and he had yet to acknowledge her. She should flee. She had freed him from his quandary, and his voice tinged itself not with pain, but with humor. She would feel no remorse for moving past, yet her feet did not budge.

If she remained silent, would he not know her there? No, eventually he would wonder what held the reins aloft. She watched, waiting for that moment. Through the profound darkness, she noticed his hair was a nutty brown and longer than that of a Puritan man, though its richness showed no trace of the powder worn by many wealthy travelers. He was a study of contrasts, this man. For all of his finery, he seemed to shun the ways of society, and his roguish nature appealed to those innermost desires she had thought long lost. Her husband, as he were, had ruined her womanhood.

This stranger, in the most insignificant ways, had roused it.

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Review Snippets

“A thrilling romantic historical that deals with the Salem witch trials in a way that’s never been done before. Amazing!” – NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken

“Sarah Ballance has done an exceptional job with this release. The story is well built, plot flows effortlessly, and the language is true to the era. An exciting read, start to finish! Definitely a must read!”Joe Breedon, Goodreads

Sarah BallanceAbout Sarah Ballance

Sarah and her husband of what he calls “many long, long years” live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a homeschooling mom, she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. (As it turns out, her characters aren’t much better than the kids). When not buried under piles of laundry, she may be found adrift in the Atlantic (preferably on a boat) or seeking that ever-elusive perfect writing spot where not even the kids can find her.

She loves creating unforgettable stories while putting her characters through an unkind amount of torture—a hobby that has nothing to do with living with six children. (Really.) Though she adores nail-biting mystery and edge-of-your-seat thrillers, Sarah writes in many genres including contemporary and ghostly supernatural romance. Her ever-growing roster of releases may be found at http://sarahballance.com

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*It saddens me to announce that today will be my last WWW post for a few weeks.  My edits are behind schedule, and I’m not allowed to post any more until I hear more about the release date.  Thank you all so much for following me every week!

 

Welcome readers! And for my fellow authors, whether you’re here from Weekend Writing Warriors (WeWriWa, also known as the new 8 Sentence Sunday) or from the Snippet Sunday FB group, I’m thrilled you’ve joined me.  This week’s snippet comes from RETURN TO ME, my fantasy romance currently in the clutches of my amazing editor. You can read the blurb here.

Tempting trouble, Brynn has ventured into the dark to find something to eat in the kitchen. After crashing into the counter, the warriors have found her, and have her cornered, and in their hold. Marek releases her, and Brynn returns to her room, only……

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On step twenty-three she heard the rustling again, this time very near. Within an instant, Brynn felt a strong pressure against her chest. Flinging her hands to the sides, she struggled to keep her footing. Brynn called out to the shadows. “Show yourself!”

Another direct push.

Brynn scraped her fingernails against the stone and strained to keep upright. She could see herself falling.

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