8 Sentence Sunday

First off, let me apologize for not posting last Sunday. My sister had back surgery and I had to help out. Not with the surgery...this is why syntax is so important...but in general. I'm happy to say she's doing better, though she's still hurting and will be for some time.

So, back to where we left off. Alice had just learned the man who rescued her is none other than Nicholas Warde, the Second Earl of Gray Cross.

“No,” she said, so softly that he could barely hear her. “It’s not possible.” Her eyes rolled back in her head and her knees gave way.

With a curse, Nicholas leaped toward her, catching her before she collapsed and fell into the fire.  What could possibly have caused her to faint at the very mention of his name. He had a good reputation, was known to be a fair man in all of his dealings, from the lowest of the low to those who thought themselves above him.

He took care of his town and the outlying dwellings, was even handed with his servants, serfs and freemen alike.

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8 Sentence Sunday

The continuing adventures of Alice and The Black Knight of Gray Cross whereby our heroine awakens to find herself centuries in the past and alone in a room with a strange man:

“Indeed, I must insist you tell me your name and explain your presence on my lands.”

Her mouth opened before she clamped it shut again, spine straightening in defiance. She glared at him for a moment.

“I asked you first.”

He laughed with delight and stood, caring not that water lapped over the edges to pool on the floor.

“Very well, wench, I shall tell you.” He stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist. “I am Nicholas Warde, the Second Earl of Gray Cross.”

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8 Sentence Sunday and The Black Knight of Gray Cross

Welcome to the continuing adventures of Alice and the Black Knight of Gray Cross. The research involved in this wip has been fairly intense and I hope I have a clear enough understanding of the history involved to make sure it's as accurate as can be, given what's known of Welsh civil wars with England's Edward the First. In this 8 sentences, our hero and heroine meet for the first time:

“Do you know her, Nicholas?” Edmund’s horse plunged into the water and he reached out to grab the reins of his friend’s mount.

“Nay, I do not. Who would do such a thing? Why she can’t be much older than your sister, Edmund.”

Nicholas untangled the girl’s hair and bent to lift her out of the water, certain she must be dead. Until she opened her eyes. He uttered a startled shout and stumbled backward, drenching himself in the slow moving river.

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The Black Knight of Gray Cross

Happy Easter! This comes a few minutes past the 9 a.m. deadline but it's been a rough couple of days and I overslept. So, this continues the time travel storyline and Alice's adventures through the murder hole:

People always talked about one’s life flashing before them as they died but the images she was seeing were not her life. Could not be her life. There were men dressed in armor. Alien sounds assailed her, the clang of metal against metal, grunts, shouts of pain and anger, war cries that curdled the blood. Trumpets heralding victory. Then a man, tall and broad, dressed in black and cobalt blue. He appeared as if through a waterfall, indistinct yet no less a man. He paced the battlements of an ancient castle, sat at the head of a massive table.

Something New For Me...

A little time travel ditty I've been playing with called The Black Knight of Gray Cross:

“Adam, I’m here, round the back!”

There was thud and a cry of pain. Blast Adam and his drinking. But his head soon appeared over the edge of the murder hole.

“Alice,” he said with a surprised gasp. “You’ve fallen down a bloody hole.”

She would have laughed had the situation not been so dire but her grip slipped and suddenly she was falling, fully expecting to meet an awful death on the ancient cobbled river ramp.

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Happy Happy, Joy Joy = An Awesome Review

Woo hoo! Got a seriously awesome review from Sensual reads for my December release Almost Home, a contemporary western with a fiercely independent cowgirl and a romantic, hunky cowboy. This is my first full length novel. Didn't think I had it in me to get past the 45K point but managed to pull off 73K with this one and loved every minute of writing it.

Review: Almost Home by India Masters

All of her life Haley Kilpatrick wished that something would happen that would whisk her away from her lowlife father and lazy brother, finding out she has inherited a sizable ranch Haley has a chance of doing something just for herself. Neighbor Wyatt Brody thinks he has the best luck in the world, especially when he meets Haley, she is sassy, beautiful, and has no problem mincing words and all of that has Wyatt intrigued. Haley though has made it clear she doesn’t want a relationship, but Wyatt has a plan of subtly wooing her until she agrees. With a threat against all that Haley is looking to achieve happens, Wyatt is by her side and has no plans of leaving even if Haley puts up a fit of a fight to keep him safe.
I enjoyed this story immensely. I thought Haley was an intriguing heroine who has had a tough life and instead of letting people walk all over her has a spine and turns the tables. Wyatt is smooth and a romantic when it comes to Haley, I thought the way the author takes the time to allow the two to come together was beautiful and I couldn’t wait to read more. Excellent read.

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More from Beyond Redemption:

On the Colombian Ecuador border

Angelique cursed under her breath at the sound of small-arms fire as she tied off the last suture in the leg of the four-year-old boy lying on her exam table. The ongoing civil war and the war on drugs constantly spilled over the border as a steady stream of predators crossed from the neighboring Colombia. All were heavily armed and dangerous. They stopped at the field hospital the locals were calling Manos de Ayuda when one of them needed patching up. Angelique begrudged them every inch of 4-0 silk used to stitch their wounds.

Equally as bad were the mercenaries looking to make a profit off the backs of those less fortunate. Rough-looking men with rough behavior, which they often visited upon the women of village.

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