Penny Thornton loved her magic with all her heart. After being burned in a barn fire while trying to save people and creatures, she despaired she’d never feel magic again.
When her fingers brush a letter from Scotland addressed to a neighbor, Penny’s heart soars. There’s magic in that letter, and she’s certain the source of the magic is its author or his location.
Defying convention and general good sense, which does not recommend a high-born young lady travel alone, she constructs a tangled ruse to deceive her family, and takes off to the wilds of Scotland.
What awaits her are challenges she never bargained for. But in navigating the obstacles and hurdles she encounters, she finds a man with a heart of gold, and a family in need of the magic of her love.
About the Author
Keira has a B.A. in Humanities and lives in Oregon with her husband and five children.
When she’s is not busy avoiding volunteerism at her kids’ schools like it is the literal plague, she enjoys scoring a deal at Goodwill, repainting her rooms an unnecessary amount of times, and being seized by sudden enthusiasms.
Barcelona, Spain, 1803. Agustina Saragossa, the youngest daughter of a bladesmith, sneaks around the military barracks, yet not to snag a husband as everyone thinks. She loathes the privileged officers and untrained peasants who call themselves soldiers. Her only purpose is to remain abreast of all military secrets as Napoleon Bonaparte swiftly rises through the French ranks.
The chance meeting between Agustina and Spanish Sergeant Juan Roca enrages her while he is instantly struck by the dark-haired beauty with fire in her blood. Relentlessly, he pursues her, despite her fury, and the sparring begins between them.
As the war between the British and French progresses, Spain becomes trapped in the middle until Napoleon deviously orders the invasion of their country. Yet, the French Emperor soon discovers the task is not so easy when Agustina and Juan heroically join the fight for freedom.
May 1, 1856
Lucia hurried to the front window of her parents’ meat market and peered outside. “There she is again, Mamá! Every morning the old woman strolls barefooted around the
Portillo and so proudly with her head held high and a contented smile on her face. You would think she carried the world in her pocket.”
Isabel smiled as she continued working behind the counter. “Oh, but she does, my daughter. Yet, not in her pocket. It is draped about her neck and pinned to her blouse.”
Lucia squinted, trying to see what she spoke of. “I only see those gaudy necklaces and brooches.”
“They are anything but gaudy. Those are precious medals of heroism gifted to her by the highest courts of Spain.”
Lucia looked over at her mother and laughed. “You are poking fun, Mamá. She is an old woman and so penniless, she cannot even afford a pair of shoes! I know she
lives in that tiny cottage on the outskirts of town. Eugenio and I followed her once. She walks and walks, then just sits upon her porch all day. She is no one special.”
Isabel shook her head, untied her apron, and joined her daughter. When she glanced out the window and saw the woman, it took her a moment to speak. “I have
told you so often, Lucia, do not judge by your eyes alone. There is so much you cannot see. That dear woman deserves our utmost respect and devotion.”
Lucia frowned. “For what?”
“For her remarkable heroism during the most devastating war in our history. If not for her, we Spaniards could not hold our heads up so high with pride.”
Lucia fell silent for a moment, puzzling over her words. “You never mentioned her to me before.” “I have been waiting for the right time to tell you. You are barely fourteen. Yet
perhaps the time has come. She was only a few years older than you when her story begins.”
“Please, Mamá, tell me now.”
Isabel watched the precious woman walk over to the riverside and toss a few seeds to the ducks and gulls. She remembered when her mother first told her the story and
how captivated she was by it. Finally, she wrapped her arm around her daughter and looked into her beautiful brown eyes.
“Her story is so much more than a tale of war, tremendous courage and loss. It is one of the greatest love stories you will ever hear. And it cannot be told without
including the latter which is why I waited. But you, especially, will find it fascinating, Lucia. Already, I see similar fire and passion in you.”
Her mother’s words captured her attention, and she was bursting with curiosity.
“What is her name?”
“Agustina Raimunda Saragossa. While she is no one, she is everyone. Come. Your father and brother will be fishing for a few more hours. Let us sit at one of the
tables and I will fill your ears with such a beautiful story you will never again look upon that old woman as you did today.”
About the Author
Gail Meath is an award-winning author. She writes historical romance fiction with characters who come to life and stay with you long after you’re finished reading. Her subgenres include westerns, murder mysteries and biographies. And her meticulously researched historical facts are sifted throughout each book, educating readers along the way without them even knowing it.
Hazel Trethow is infatuated with a notorious rake despite her father’s plans to betroth her to the heir of a wealthy barony. Her scheming to find a love match for her dearest friend and herself turns into a scandal that could ruin them both.
Harold Hobbs returns home from business in India with a plan to save his family from ruin. He does not anticipate his father’s plot to wed him to Miss Trethow. When he meets his intended, sparks fly.
This is the love story of Hazel and Harold as they find love in the most unlikely of places.
About The Author
Celebrated for her complex characters, realistic conflicts, and sensual love scenes, Paullett Golden puts a spin on historical romance. Her novels, set primarily in Georgian and Regency England with some dabbling in Ireland, Scotland, and France, challenge the norm by involving characters who are loved for their flaws, imperfections, and idiosyncrasies. Her stories show love overcoming adversity. Whatever our self-doubts, love will out.
Returning to England after ten years abroad, Caleb Crawford learns he’s the new Duke of Camberly. Only he doesn’t want the title. He’d rather help three spinsters fix a leaky roof. Disguised as a laborer, he falls for Mary and she returns his affection. Until she learns that he’s more than he seems and that she’s in danger of getting hurt.
More than a Rogue
With a broken engagement behind her, Emily Howard knows she’s destined to be a spinster. Nevertheless, it might still be nice to learn about kissing. But when she’s discovered in the arms of Griffin Crawford, she flees to save not only him but her very own heart. Because in her experience, dreams don’t come true. Do they?
Her Seafaring Scoundrel
Lady Cassandra has no desire to marry. But when Captain Devlin Crawford brings scandal to her doorstep and offers salvation, she cannot say no. Not with her daughter’s future at stake. So she decides to accept Devlin’s offer, provided he agrees to never be intimate with her. For although Cassandra is drawn to Devlin, she refuses to dishonor the memory of her one true love.
If you love independent heroines and heroes willing to go to the ends of the earth for them, you’ll love this series!
About The Author
Born in Denmark, USA TODAY bestselling author Sophie Barnes spent her youth traveling with her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish, English, French, Spanish, and Romanian. But, most impressive of all, she’s been married to the same man three times—in three different countries and in three different dresses.
When she’s not busy dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time with her family, swimming, cooking, gardening, watching romantic comedies and, of course, reading.
Forced into a political marriage with a man she terms “a half mad half Viking,” Catherine Broussard is caught up in her father’s malice, her husband’s ambition and the Norman Conquest of Anglo-Saxon England.
She rode up the shoreline with Hugo, past driftwood, with the water lapping at their horses’ hooves. It was the same rhythmic sound she had always heard, always on a good horse, always riding in the morning. Her heart lifted. She did enjoy a good ride. So, apparently, did her husband. They were still feeling their way around each other, but this—like their bedding—was something they could enjoy together.
At the end of the open beach, where it elevated to more rocky land, he helped her off her horse and into a little cove the sea had once carved into the rock. It was dry now, sufficiently above sea level to stay that way for the most part.
“Look inside,” he said, tethering the horses to bushes. “This is worth seeing.”
Someone had driven a torch holder into the wall of the cave. Once he lit the torch and her eyes adjusted, she could see the outline of paintings on the rocks. Paintings? How could that be? It was red and ochre and white paint of some sort, very old and faded, but recognizably of horses.
“Some ancient people made these,” he said, guiding her hand. She felt the stone beneath her hand, timeless, and the touch of his hand on hers. His arm curved around her shoulder while his chest braced her. She wasn’t entirely sorry in the uncertain footing of a cave, where sand and rocks rolled beneath the feet. She had tiny ankles that turned easily, but Hugo was a rock. “I don’t know who they were. Do you see the horses?”
“I do.” She was awed in spite of herself. “How old do you think they are?”
“I can’t even guess. But this…” He pressed her fingers on the surface. “This is very, very old. These people were here before us, perhaps they were even our ancestors. No one knows. But they lived, and we live. This is what I’ve been fighting for, not for my pride. This is what I want a child to inherit, so that it goes on. And you’re a part of it now. Do you understand?”
He was deeper than she had thought.
“Yes,” she said.
He turned her within the circle of his arms, raising her chin. He was not quite sauvage, after all. He pressed his lips to hers, and she opened to him. After long moments of exploring her, he lifted his face.
“This is what I fight for, Catherine,” he said
She understood. This was going to be the price of her marriage to him and if she wanted any sort of life, she would have to give it to him—no matter how hard it came. He would accept nothing less.
About The Author
Hailing from Pennsylvania, Miriam Newman has developed a prolific writing career that began in her twenties, although she published her very first novel some time later in 2009. She was published in poetry before catching the romance writing bug. Fantasy poetry driven by myths and legends has been her passion for as long as she can remember and she brings that background to her writing, along with a lifelong addiction to horses, an 18 year career in various areas of psychiatric social services, and many trips to Ireland, where she nurtures her muse. Her published works range from contemporary fantasy romance to fantasy historical, futuristic, science fiction and historical romance. It was in Ireland that she wrote The King’s Daughter. Ireland is her favorite place in this world. “I connect there with something I can’t even explain,” she says fondly.
Miriam spent many years working in Social Services, and after retirement, she found herself working part-time in local government. Currently, she lives in rural Pennsylvania with a “motley crew” of rescue animals. Her passion for animal rescue and fostering has included a number of fur babies, from horses to dogs to a pig that appeared on her porch one morning. Also a lover of great books, the one that she finds most responsible for her venture into fantasy and recommends is ‘The Once and Future King’ by T.H. White.