My medieval romance pre-releases on the 11th of March. It is a story I wanted to be both hot and soul-stirring, with a noble lady who masquerades as a commoner and with the archer who falls in love with her, believing her his wife…
From the 11th of March this romance novel will be available on Love2Blush until its release next week! And those who want to leave a review can still find Advance Review Copies on Booksprout.
Here is an excerpt from my story…
Emma grunted with effort, attempting to pour the water into the cauldron. As yet, she had no notion how she was going to get the cauldron of water to heat over the hearth, but she felt confident she would eventually be able to achieve this even without a servant to do it for her.
“What are you doing?” a grim voice behind her made her startle and nearly drop the bucket she was painstakingly trying to hold.
With a mighty effort, she put it down and turned to face an angry Master Archer who was looking at her in sheer displeasure.
“I thought to prepare a bath,”
“Prepare a bath…” he echoed mockingly, and Emma understood her talk sounded ridiculously fancy to his commoner ears.
He strode to her with a sigh, effortlessly taking hold of the bucket and beginning to pour it into the cauldron.
“There,” he tossed drily, now busying himself to place the cauldron of water to heat. “Milady is served.”
“Thank you,” Emma said graciously, because he was indeed proving gracious.
Yet when he turned to face her, his eyes looked darkly angry.
“Is it going to be like this from now on? You yet again pretending to be a noble lady who’s forgotten to do the menial, dirty chores which us commoners have no trouble achieving?” he said in a bitter voice.
“Nay. I…You see, the bucket was quite heavy,” Emma said in earnest.
“Heavy? It is a chore you often did by yourself with no trouble or any need of help from a man, just as many other good wives here do. And you expect me to fall for this? This mad, wicked game of pretence which has ruined you?”
Emma bit her lip, recalling she’d often perceived commoner women had sturdier, stronger bodies than noble-born women. Serving girls lifted heavy buckets of water with no trouble, and Master Archer must indeed think she was mocking him by pretending to be more feeble than she’d been in the past.
“No. Not at all, but…”
Master Archer’s brown eyes shone black in the hearth light.
