It's finally here!
Josephine Kent's story has finally been published. You may have met Josephine in The Lady Ordinary. Lady Amanda Howard helped Josephine escape her cruel and dastardly husband. To be honest, I thought her story ended there. It wasn't until a reader came up to me and asked, "Whatever happened to Josephine? I'm dying to know!" that I wondered the same thing. And just like that, she told me her story and it's a juicy one!
I had to learn so many things like 19th century ship rigging and when slavery was outlawed and actually abolished all over the world and the kinds of fruit native to St. Kitts in the Caribbean. The thing I learned the most was the thing I learn during every book I write: we are all humans with similar hopes and dreams and when we focus on our similarities instead of our differences, love is inevitable!
I really hope you enjoy it!
--Michelle
You can purchase the eBook (it is on Kindle Unlimited, so free if you're a member) and Paperback! Click HERE!
I had to learn so many things like 19th century ship rigging and when slavery was outlawed and actually abolished all over the world and the kinds of fruit native to St. Kitts in the Caribbean. The thing I learned the most was the thing I learn during every book I write: we are all humans with similar hopes and dreams and when we focus on our similarities instead of our differences, love is inevitable!
I really hope you enjoy it!
--Michelle
You can purchase the eBook (it is on Kindle Unlimited, so free if you're a member) and Paperback! Click HERE!
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Two New Releases!
Lady Disdain
She couldn’t be happier for Eleanor. Her cousin was the sweetest, most caring person Sarah had ever met in spite of, or perhaps because of the heartbreak she had suffered. Though Eleanor had been born into nobility, she treated everyone with compassion and genuine interest. And while Sarah rejoiced for her cousin, she recognized that her own life would soon be growing lonelier.
If ever there was a fish out of water, Sarah Draper reflected, it was she. Dressed in borrowed finery, her hair properly styled for the first time in years, and surrounded by a society she’d long since given up, Sarah clung to the wall and watched as her cousin’s engagement was announced.
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She couldn’t be happier for Eleanor. Her cousin was the sweetest, most caring person Sarah had ever met in spite of, or perhaps because of the heartbreak she had suffered. Though Eleanor had been born into nobility, she treated everyone with compassion and genuine interest. And while Sarah rejoiced for her cousin, she recognized that her own life would soon be growing lonelier.
If ever there was a fish out of water, Sarah Draper reflected, it was she. Dressed in borrowed finery, her hair properly styled for the first time in years, and surrounded by a society she’d long since given up, Sarah clung to the wall and watched as her cousin’s engagement was announced.
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The Stolen Crown
Burton by the Wash, East Anglia, August 1043
When a man’s head is struck from his body by a Viking’s axe, he dies a hero, defending his home. Should he survive a Viking attack, the bards will sing of his prowess against the dreaded Norse marauders who came to pillage, kill, and rape. I survived such an attack unscathed but the bards did not sing my praises for I am a woman. Instead they sang of mighty King Harold, second of that name, who saved our small village simply because we were his subjects.
I first met the King of England during the late summer when I was fifteen. Of course, he was not the King of England yet; he was but a newly created earl, vigorous and full of passion to lead and govern the people of East Anglia. At two and twenty, he was young and brash, headstrong and determined.
The wet spring that year had been followed by a balmy summer, and the crops flourished. The wheat stood tall and golden in the fields, the heads of oats were heavy and plump, and the cattle stuffed themselves to bursting on the sweet lush grass. From the cold blue waters of the nearby bay, fish nearly leapt into the fishermen’s nets.
In those bountiful days of late August, everyone in the small village of Burton by the Wash rose with the sun to gather the fruits of our labour, and fell exhausted into slumber shortly after sunset. Minstrels en route to a great lord’s manor would stop and share their entertainment as we readily shared our feasts.
It was the perfect time to be raided.
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When a man’s head is struck from his body by a Viking’s axe, he dies a hero, defending his home. Should he survive a Viking attack, the bards will sing of his prowess against the dreaded Norse marauders who came to pillage, kill, and rape. I survived such an attack unscathed but the bards did not sing my praises for I am a woman. Instead they sang of mighty King Harold, second of that name, who saved our small village simply because we were his subjects.
I first met the King of England during the late summer when I was fifteen. Of course, he was not the King of England yet; he was but a newly created earl, vigorous and full of passion to lead and govern the people of East Anglia. At two and twenty, he was young and brash, headstrong and determined.
The wet spring that year had been followed by a balmy summer, and the crops flourished. The wheat stood tall and golden in the fields, the heads of oats were heavy and plump, and the cattle stuffed themselves to bursting on the sweet lush grass. From the cold blue waters of the nearby bay, fish nearly leapt into the fishermen’s nets.
In those bountiful days of late August, everyone in the small village of Burton by the Wash rose with the sun to gather the fruits of our labour, and fell exhausted into slumber shortly after sunset. Minstrels en route to a great lord’s manor would stop and share their entertainment as we readily shared our feasts.
It was the perfect time to be raided.
Read more...
Fresh out of college and ever in search of a knight-in-shining armor (besides being a lover of medieval history and all things British), Michelle found the SCA, a medieval re-creation group. There she got to see how sword and shield battles occurred first hand, and learned just how hard it was to camp and cook with a train and big drapey sleeves.
Writing has always been a part of Michelle's life and it was love of writing that led her to graduate magna cum laude with a degree in Professional Writing which she then used to write and edit technical manuals and reports for Los Alamos National Labs and Sandia National Labs. Needless to say, such writing left her craving something....juicier. Around this time, she read her first historical romance and she was hooked! Her first novel (which you will NEVER read!) was soon followed by other, much better manuscripts (which hopefully you will read!).
Medieval times changed and so did Michelle's interests. She moved on to Regency and Victorian historical romances and continues to write stories set in the 19th century.
Writing has always been a part of Michelle's life and it was love of writing that led her to graduate magna cum laude with a degree in Professional Writing which she then used to write and edit technical manuals and reports for Los Alamos National Labs and Sandia National Labs. Needless to say, such writing left her craving something....juicier. Around this time, she read her first historical romance and she was hooked! Her first novel (which you will NEVER read!) was soon followed by other, much better manuscripts (which hopefully you will read!).
Medieval times changed and so did Michelle's interests. She moved on to Regency and Victorian historical romances and continues to write stories set in the 19th century.
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