Warriors Of Legend
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Kathryn’s Medieval Historicals have been called ‘detailed’, ‘highly romantic’, and ‘character–rich’. She believes that total immersion in a time period is essential to creating the perfect story. More than that, she writes for both women AND men – an unusual crossover for a romance author – and Kathryn has many male readers who enjoy her stories because of the male perspective, the action, and the adventure. Kathryn is the author of 41 novels and counting.
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Kathryn Loch has been active in the publishing community since 1996. She has held offices such as president and treasurer in her local writer’s guild. The guild hosts an annual writers conference bringing in respected NY editors, agents and published authors to educate, network, and inform. She published her first novel, Primal Entities: Chaos, a medieval fantasy romance, in 2001 and is now exploring the market with e–books.
Kathryn is not only an award winning author but a successful table–top gaming miniature painter. While trying to paint the eyeballs on something smaller than your thumb is never easy, Kathryn enjoys the creative endeavors of both industries and challenge they provide.
She has also recently joined forces with Historical Editorial and owner, Jenny Quinlan, to assist with developmental and copy–editing! New projects are in the works and the back catalog is to be improved as scheduling allows. See her Facebook fan page at www.facebook.com/KathrynLoch.Author
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Dana D’Angelo is the only girl from a family of nine children. As a teenager, there was a constant battle for the T.V. remote, which she lost, so she was forced to find her amusement in books. A friend got her into romances, and soon she read as many as ten romance novels per week, spending hours with her nose pressed between the pages, skipping meals and cutting out sleep. Life, it seemed, wasn’t as exciting or interesting as in the Medieval or Regency eras.
It wasn’t until she was married with two young kids that she decided to take a stab at writing her own historical romance novels.
She is intrigued with the idea of writing romantic stories that could bring hours of enjoyment to readers, help them escape from reality, and perhaps remind them how sweet love is and should be. These are the things that she enjoys as a reader, and these are the things that she wants to give back as a writer.
Dana lives in a city east of Toronto, Canada. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s dining at local restaurants with her husband and kids and enjoying spectacular foods of the world.
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Demon Laird (Legacy of the Mist Clans) by Kathryn Loch
Captured and tortured by the English during Longshanks’s war against the Scots, Ronan MacGrigor finds the strength to escape, only to suffer the fear and rejection of his own clan. Forced to stalk the shadows at night, Ronan becomes a prisoner of illness, fear, and memories.
Fearing for his life, his brother summons a healer whose reputation borders on that of a miracle worker, but she comes from the land of the Sassenach, the very people who tried to destroy Ronan.
A foundling, Lia knows little about wars or politics, she knows only how to treat the wounds they create, and her dedication to healing knows no borders.
But the Demon Laird cannot abide a Sassenach within his home, and when a mysterious plague strikes the villagers, he looks to the woman of an enemy nation to be its cause. Even in the face of Ronan’s hatred of her and the superstitious fear of the clan, Lia knows she must stand for the truth.
Despite their fear of him, Ronan’s only goal is to protect his clan from the vicious war raging around them, but when the enemy is at his gates, the Demon Laird must answer. Lia wages her own war, that of healing the soul of a tormented laird—where all others have fled in terror, she refuses to run.
The villagers whisper of a curse—the Demon Laird made a deal with the devil—now the devil demands his due.
Excerpt:
“Are all castles this dark?” Lia asked, her voice a bare whisper.
Connell looked around, a worried frown marring his brow. “Nay,” he said, his voice matching hers. “‘Twas not like this when we left.”
“It’s cold,” she murmured, shivering.
“It can get a wee bit dark and drafty,” Robert said. “But usually in winter, and it never be like this in summer.”
A single torch guttered in a wall stanchion on her right. On her left, barely visible was a stairwell disappearing into the blackness. A chill breath of air lifted the hairs on her arm and the silence that greeted her pricked the gooseflesh crawling down her spine. Her own breathing rattled in her ears, and her heartbeat thundered against her ribs. Behind her, the door to the keep boomed shut and she turned slightly to her left, dismayed to see her only means of escape blocked by a heavy oak door.
“Saints be merciful,” Robert muttered. “What has happened here?”
“I dinna ken,” Connell said. “Perhaps we should find Aidan.”
“We should take the lassie directly tae the MacGrigor.”
“Nay, something is verra wrong here.”
“At least the wench didna steal all of the gold that my brother sent with ye,” a deep voice whispered behind her.
Lia’s heart threatened to stop. She jumped and spun then blinked. In the dark stairwell, a giant of a man seemed to materialize out of the blackness, heavily cloaked, his cowl pulled low. He stepped forward into the dim light of the torch, but she could not see his face.
“MacGrigor?” Robert asked in shock. “Ye… ye are recovered? We feared ye would not survive long enough for us tae fetch the healer.”
“Ye fool,” MacGrigor snarled. “How dare ye bring an Englishwoman here?”
“But she is a healer.”
Lia swallowed hard and lifted her chin. “Aye,” she said, praying her voice didn’t shake. “I heard you had need of one.”
He took a second step forward, the torchlight falling on his face. Lia’s heart hesitated again but for an entirely different reason. She was a tall woman, but she felt as if she had to crane her neck to look up at him. Steel–gray eyes gazed at her, smoldering in fury. His long black hair framed his face perfectly under the cowl of his cloak. He had a broad forehead and high, prominent cheekbones. His jaw was strong and proud, although his nose appeared to have been recently broken. His lips were full and sensuous but pressed in a hard line. Underneath the volumes of fabric of his cloak, his massive shoulders and chest filled her vision.
Lia drew a deep breath, a tremor passing through her.
“As ye can see,” he whispered, his voice soft but deadly in its power, “I dinna need a healer any longer.”
She studied him closely, noting his broken nose was not the only recent injury he had received. Small white patches of newly healed flesh marred his perfect face. They would probably fade to unnoticeable scars, but Lia’s eyes narrowed, seeing darker lines of not quite healed wounds around his throat. They continued downward until they disappeared under his tunic. He leaned heavily on a can
e. The clansmen had been right. The English had tortured their laird. No wonder he didn’t want her in his home.
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One True Knight
The Knights of Honor Trilogy — Book 1 by Dana D’Angelo
Fear of a bleak future with no love causes her to run away …
When the beautiful yet feisty Rowena de Belleville discovers her father’s plan to remarry, she fears the worst and flees from her home — only to be thrust into the arms of a stranger.
With her father’s men hot on her trail, she is desperate to disguise her identity from her pursuers. Then in a true act of impulsiveness, she embraces the dark stranger who unwittingly obstructs her flight path. But her recklessness backfires as it awakens a passion buried deep within her soul.
Vengeance drives him to chase an unknown enemy only for him to run into the unexpected …
Jonathan d’Abelard, the Iron Hawk, is a legendary knight feared by all save one faceless killer bent on making his life a living hell. His life’s mission is to track down and bring this ruthless killer to heel. The last thing he needs is a woman to distract him.
But destiny has a way of complicating his plans, and unexpectedly his path once again crosses with the mysterious woman whose passion he shared for but a moment.
As their desires for one another smolders, and as their dangerous game of seduction reaches new heights, the enemy closes in. And this time the killer uncovers Jonathan’s weakness for Rowena, granting him the ultimate power to devastate Jonathan in ways that he could never imagine …
Excerpt:
“What is it?” she asked, searching his face. Her eyes settled on the long scar that ran down the length of his face. It made him look fierce, although the expression on his rugged face had turned gentle, a smile playing on his lips.
Rowena didn’t think that he was handsome at first but now up close, she had to admit that he had a rather pleasant face. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet, and became conscious of the strength and power that exuded from his body. And she was all too aware of him as the virile male that kissed her once in town and many more times in her dreams.
He stood close to her now and with one hand, he reached out to caress her soft skin. “I often lie awake at night thinking about our encounter in town,” he confessed.
She startled at his touch. “Sir Jonathan,” she managed in what she hoped was a brisk tone. She took a step back. “We are no longer in town. That game is finished. I told you that I do not wish to speak of that encounter ever again.”
“I know there’s something warm and yielding inside,” he continued as if he didn’t hear her. He traced a long finger along her jaw, leaving a burning trail of erotic heat in its wake. “I want to experience it again,” he said softly, undeterred by her icy tone.
“‘Tis a mistake for us to be alone,” she said, although she remained as still as if the slippers she wore somehow had sprouted roots and became embedded into the ground.
He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, stroking, caressing her silken skin until it tingled with awareness.
She felt her mouth go dry and she touched her tongue to her lips to moisten them.
“The only way to know for sure that I didn’t dream everything up is to taste your sweetness again,” he said, staring at her lips. “Will you indulge me?”
Unsettled, alarmed and bewildered, Rowena took another step back. “I — I think I should leave,” she said, acutely aware of the intense heat radiating from his powerful body.
“Nay,” he said. He took her by the hand, drawing her closer to him until she was an arm’s length away. “I would like it very much if you stayed.”
Beauty whinnied in protest or warning, but Rowena barely heard the palfrey over the thundering of her heart.
Relentless brown eyes imprisoned terrified grey ones. She felt herself drown in their depths. Her breathing becoming more laborious under his seductive gaze as he lifted her hand and gently kissed her slender fingertips, her palm, and then settling his warm lips at the wild fluttering pulse at her wrist.
He pulled her closer to him until she could feel his warm breath intermingling with hers…
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