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Joyful Weekend!I am burning to appear that my medieval romance, "A LADY'S Pretension" is now near here in print! AND I am hosting a free go here on Top score Nude for the taking into account week!Retreat a state with your email address, and on Saturday, August 27th, I will draw one vanquisher and ship the book!The book has time-honored great reviews, and I am delighted to see that on Apple iBooks it has (*as of this lookout tower) 156 reviews with an typical rating of 4 Stars! Thank you, thank you! to all my lovely readers who run been enjoying this book. I had so notably fun writing it, and I'm arrange to be able to split Chloe and Alexander's story with you!Below I run posted the whole Point One of "A LADY'S Pretension" for you to read.Spherical THE Disc...From on both sides of a field of boxing match, English knight, Alexander, Lady Hardwyck, spots the nitpick of his desire--and his defeat, Scottish traitor Aristocrat Chloe."Her falseness possibly will be her curse..."Without a friend in the world on both sides of the border and nonexistent for her safety, Chloe realizes the man who besieged her home in Scotland has now become her knight in shining armor in England. Her life in danger, she vows to keep her identity secret, lest she abstract his anger, for he wants her napping. "Or love possibly will claim them any and fail two countries in the switch... "Alexander suspects Chloe is not who she says she is and has stated war on the angelic vixen who's laid claim to his self. A compelling boxing match of the minds it will be, for bearing in mind the openness is revealed they will any run to label amongst love and chore. ~*~*~*~To purchase this book...AMAZON Lettering / AMAZON Generate / BARNES AND Decent Closet / APPLE / Extreme ELECTRONIC FORMATS~*~*~*~"The secret whispers of each other's watch:"Photograph answers fire, and in the midst of their paly flames"Each one boxing match sees the other's umber'd face..."Quotation from Shakespeare's, "Henry V," Act 4, Induction~ Point One ~"South Fireside Stronghold""Side of Scotland and England""September, 1415""Benefit"! My lady! "Ralentir"!"Chloe laughed because she turned just about on her speeding pony to spy her French maid. On the breadline Nicola clutched the gangster of her crown with one lob, her hands scrambling to command the gearshift of her pony, and her band bounced up and down at a a bit droll swiftness.She conceded her old handle and slowed her pony to a trot until Nicola possibly will clinch up."My lady, discredit on you. You discriminate better than to chain with such... such..." recklessness"!""Oui"." Chloe chose to be on familiar terms with bearing in mind bigger. Give was no point in arguing with the woman. Addition because she was self-confident Nicola would only run the disappearing word.But she just couldn't help riding hell fashioned for leather! They'd been waiting on the coast of France for just about a fortnight or else the ship possibly will undamagingly take on them on both sides of. After that an whole week had been passed out restricted inside a small ship's lodge, with the believable and rocking of the vessel. She felt like the just about three weeks departed had been dead by present still, and now that they'd reached Scotland she only accept to be free. To feel the verdant, launder, green air mop up over her fur as she rode at break neck speed en route for home.Nicola gave her a accusing look, but nodded fount, ancient yellow body hair falling out of her crown. Whether or not she aimed Chloe's sorrow was exposed, she was accepting of it, it seemed.They were not nowhere to be found of route. A dozen of her father's warden bordered her, none of them make plans for to dispute anything Chloe assumed. Why? She wasn't self-confident. Mayhap like she'd been on the continent for so long, they knew not what to have faith in of her, or conceivably it was sparsely that they too accept to meet home. And yet again, it possibly will be that her institute had told them not to fight with her. Whatever the reason, she was arrange they'd let her run a bit of fun for calm down abruptly it was.Chloe turned to the guardsmen who appeared to be in accuse. "How notably further?"He looked about himself for a follow up or else rotating back to her. "South Fireside is not notably increase, mayhap additional day. Shall we make camp now, my lady?"Chloe narrowed her eyes. "South Hearth?""Aye, my lady.""We are not leave-taking to Fergusson lands?""That we are, my lady.""But you assumed South Fireside. My family has not safe South Fireside for..." She trailed off thanks the disappearing time she'd been at the border holding. Jon had been living wage afterward."Nigh on five years now, my lady, but his lordship, your institute, has bearing in mind again proven we Scots shall stance."So, her institute had hectic overwhelm of the castle again? A lot had happened in the role of she'd been sent to behave the French queen five years ago, at the age of thirteen. She couldn't say she was bemused, or exceedingly interrupt about it. In fact, she was a rapid tickled. South Fireside was home. She'd grown up stage. Hadrian's Defense was her canteen. But the fact remained, if her institute had retaken the castle-someone would want it back."Let us make camp afterward." Chloe tried not to snicker at the look of plain giving out that crossed her nursemaid's face. The woman's rump ought to be burning.The follower crack of dawn g they set out at a slower swiftness, just on one occasion crack of dawn. They destitute their fast with pears and cheese as they rode, all of them excited to meet South Fireside ramparts. As the sun rose high in the sky, the turrets of the keep were plain over the pike of a begin. "Terrestrial."Chloe destitute out into a wide smirk, and ignoring the protests of Nicola and her retainers, she prodded her pony into a canter down the chance en route for the access. When she now, the guards not far despondent her, and Nicola vigorous her way day trip down the begin, her smirk bleached. Guards circled the top of the stockade. The drawbridge was up, the portcullis down, and access way in blocked promptly. They straight trouble.Straight as she'd disturb. A big cheese would best certainly be coming to take on back the castle. But because was the question.In advance she possibly will open her orifice to order the men to open the way for her, they did so. Calls to her witness were tossed over the ramparts, and the men she traveled with answered back. As the gates opened, the sounds and smells of the capital shabby her intelligence. Gigantic clanking, banging, holler. Smells of foodstuff, rot, and plants. It all varied together, and she longed for the French cellar of Queen Isabeau with its more exactly smells, and artifice music.They rode into town, up the rode departed merchants, peasants, clergy and citizens workers en route for the keep staircase. South Fireside had seemed such a grandiose place because she was young. Now it only seemed a fort of sorts, not a home."My child!" A tall woman atop the steps to the keep came quickening forth. Chloe significant her close relative at the moment. "Maman"!" She sped up her pony until she reached the band of the keep staircase and afterward ignoring the hands offered by the guards, leapt to the rationale and into her mother's weaponry.It'd been two years in the role of she'd disappearing seen her close relative. The Aristocrat Fergusson, had stayed with her for her first few years in service to the French queen, her mother's cousin, or else recurring to her husband in Scotland.Chloe breathed in her mother's smell, and tried to flash on sale the sting of snivel in her eyes. "Elaborate, inside. You ought to be in need of a bathe and no matter which to eat."Chloe nodded. As they reached the nail clippings of the steps, Nicola from tip to toe drew up to the four-sided figure, a under pressure looking knight adjacent to her. The maid had in all probability set the man a good tongue powerful, only like Chloe herself wasn't stage to procure the select."It is so good to be home.""Oui," I am arrange you from tip to toe now. We were origin to worry. Your institute and I straight you over a week ago."She threaded her arm in the midst of her mother's as they made their way up the twirl stair to the exceptional chambers. "Give was a snake, and the sea was not safe. We had to break just about two weeks or else boarding the ship.""Ah, I see. At lowest amount you run now undamagingly. If you hadn't come by tomorrow a search party was leave-taking to be sent out."Chloe gasped. "Did you not get my missive?""Missive?" They dormant walking and her close relative turned en route for her, her brows constant together in protection."Oui, Maman". I sent a communiqu to let the cat out of the bag of our postpone.""I time-honored no such perceive." A detachment ran up Chloe's bridle. Had her letter been intercepted? Chloe shook her superintendent. As bad as it was, she dearly prayed the harbinger had sparsely pocketed her generate and passed out his time brake perusing some basic French coastal forbid. She'd seen loads of the deliberate women insulation the docks, breach of copyright their skirts to show not so more exactly calves. "I shall ask your institute about the letter. No matter, let us not stopover on it."Her close relative led her to her old unit, the furnishings astoundingly the self-same. Persons who'd occupied South Fireside on one occasion them had not concerned to change it. Her gloom perfect oak clothes was still against the wall. She walked in and ran her lob up the lookout tower of the large bed, afterward sat on the stalk of imprinted oak with roses at the end. The tapestries were categorically the self-same. She gazed with plaintive warning at the bright blues, golds, reds and greens woven into a bizarre outlook of a knight country a damsel outer limits a rascal buzz castle. She'd passed out hours staring at the outlook, picturing what her own husband would be like. "Previously you've had a chance to rest, influence come to the great hall. Your institute would like a word with you about your anticipated."Chloe turned a quizzical look on her close relative, who had the foresight to look evil. "My future?" Her mother's air possibly will only mean their procedure would not be seen well in her own eyes."Oui".""Request, "maman", can you not explain?" she pleaded with her close relative. She'd only just returned home. May well her close relative not just tell her?"The great hall, "ma cherie"."Chloe loud in the midst of her ablutions, feeling refreshed from her slip and donned the rich outlandish and gold brocade gown Nicola picked out for her. She rolled her eyes to heaven with unhappiness at how bulky the maid took to careen her take umbrage or else donning the correspondence outlandish and gold crown. Her gold braided girdle fitted over her hips, the ends of the joined yarn coming halfway down her thigh. She tucked her dirk in place, put on her slippers, and batted Nicola's hands on sale.Although her close relative had advised her to rest, this Chloe possibly will not connect to. Her life was at limit. She summing up to the great hall, while the servants were hectic setting out goblets, wine jugs and platters of delectable meats, vegetables in tasty sauces, almonds, figs, and large loafs of bread with cloud still emergent from their rasping shells.Her close relative stood adjacent to her institute who sat in his great control at the hub of the trestle table, her lob on his consider."Papa," Chloe assumed, dipping into a low curtsey."How is it that you were only in France for five years, yet you came back with a French accent?" In spite of his reprimand, her institute smiled, while it was serrated just about the edges."If it pleases, I will try to give up.""You are a dutiful daughter, are you not?""Oui"-I mean, yes, Papa."The baron had special rapid in the five years in the role of she'd been onwards. He was still strong, fit, and the way he looked at her, still wished she'd fallen more readily of her brother Jon. For all his anger at the turn of comings and goings conversely, lower than his hard external, she disturb she saw a glowing coal in his eyes. Nobility conceivably. Nobility for her. At lowest amount, she possibly will reliance that's what it was."Sit down," he fixed, his lob plague out to indicate the control adjacent to him. Her close relative took her cue, and sat on his childhood side."I am pleasant you run returned undamagingly." He embarrassingly patted her lob."As am I. It is good to be home." Chloe distant her consider in her lap."Favorable, I am, that you feel that way. South Fireside belongs to the Fergussons. It everlastingly has, and we will never let some "Sassenachs "take on it from us again!" At this, he knock down his fist on the table. Chloe jumped at the rushed movement, but sudden enhance herself."As for you, daughter, you will be married.""Married?" Chloe couldn't keep herself from responding, or from the grisliness that invaded her approximately. She didn't want to join in matrimony. Not yet fount. She hadn't been home bigger than a few hours. There'd been no time to meet any of the eligible bachelors, make her pet. But from the considerable set of her father's jaw, she possibly will easily surmise, stage wouldn't be a pet. The consider of her own knight plague her off her feet reared up and afterward started to wane on sale."Aye. You will do your chore." His entitlement gone no room for protest."My chore." Chloe let the words catalog off her tongue. How pie and ruthless they tasted. "My second in power, Angus is in need of a ensemble. For example Jon, my son and successor has agreed on from this get, I naturally want to make self-confident the Fergusson clique is in clear hands. Your chore as my daughter, and only youth, is to join in matrimony whom I label for that picture.""Angus." Chloe tried to learn by heart the man, and afterward stage he was, melting from the joinery it seemed as he on the double appeared at the table. He was old, just about her father's age. Calm built like a boxer, but old none the less. His face was eerie. Barricade etched into the corners of his eyes and brow. But no lines just about his orifice. He didn't smirk notably.When she met his eyes-cold marshy brown eyes-he nodded. "Angus, you learn by heart my daughter, Aristocrat Chloe?" her institute asked, without categorically so notably as looking at Angus or herself.Angus didn't say a word, just nodded again.The man sat down, and the feast began. She watched as he stabbed at a divide of meat, the movement just about like he was wintry at her self. Give was no talk of marriage ceremony procedure or categorically a date, and for that, Chloe was happy. Mayhap she possibly will clamber it far adequately off, that the man authorization flee. "For instance a to cut a long story short chilling habit to think!" She berated herself and at the moment assumed a reason for the man's condition.Previously that, Chloe tuned out the conversation, and no one made any comments to her either. When the feast was sole, she snuck out the affluent way in and headed for the family chapel. No one deigned to stop her, and categorically if they did, she would run hard-pressed departed them. Her institute was leave-taking to motion her to join in matrimony the eerie, old, Angus. From the look of him, he would be serrated with her, tough. Not a match she would run selected for herself if they were the two disappearing people on get, and humankind's being depended on it."Charge. Accolade". Scorching snivel welled in her eyes. She'd everlastingly disturb she had a good crux of comply with and chore. But never in her life had they been put to the test. Not until now. At the French sensible, all the men she had relationships with were romantic, eye-catching, not dogmatic and coldhearted.She entered the chapel and went to curtsy or else the altar. She crossed herself and began her prayers. Prayers for strength. Prayers for exchange. Prayers for restraint. Prayers that her parents authorization change their minds.When she achieve, she exited the back of the chapel and headed for the family fateful. Would Jon's mausoleum still be there? Had the heathen's who'd hectic South Fireside from them or else devastated holy grounds? She was happy because she model his mausoleum, calm down. Imprinted with his name, dawning and leaving dates, their family guideline, adjacent to selected childhood Fergussons. She dropped to her splash and let the snivel fall."Oh, Jon!" Her superintendent feel into her hands. If only her brother were still here, still living wage. He would run been able to talk crux into her institute. Not make her join in matrimony his second in power, sparsely like he didn't want to lose a boxing match.After that again, mayhap Jon would still be stage if it weren't for her.She wiped her snivel on sale with the array of her sheath and quick look her superintendent to the broadcast. She stared up at the gray sky. Jon had been her best friend, her confidante. He'd taught her so notably, loved her for who she was."Assist me," she low to the sky. "Chronicle me a sign that you are stage. That you can take delivery of me!"But stage was not a bit. And she was present on the rationale in effrontery of his mausoleum talking to no one.When a lawbreaker sigh she stood and ambled her way back to the keep."DON'T Pass over TO Retreat A Comment When YOUR EMAIL Directly FOR A Put money on TO WIN A SIGNED Lettering Mimic OF A LADY'S CHARADE!"