Thursday, 20 December 2012

Misrule's Mistress Release Day!!!

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Hi everyone,
Misrule's Mistress is here! Grab a copy from Pink Petal Books.
http://pinkpetalbooks.com/Misrule-s-Mistress-by-Nicole-Hurley-Moore.html

And don't forget the competition which runs from the 24th Dec - 5th Jan.

I'm over at the Australian Romance Readers having a release day chat. Hope you can drop by!
http://australianromancereaders.wordpress.com/2012/12/20/release-day-misrules-mistress/


She’s refused him once but with a golden ring, a Christmas feast and a little cunning, Lord Barric Cranley intends to catch his bride.

Here's a snippet.
 

“If I were sure that you loved me, if you would accept my offer, I would wait if I knew how long.”Barric slowly closed his fingers over the ring and let his hand fall down by his side.

“I cannot tell you, for I do not know – a year, two... or three.”

“But after all these long years, would you then marry me?”


“I do not know, Barric; I do not know what to say. I am confused and do not know what I want or feel,” she said as went to walk away but Barric caught her arm and she turned her head and looked at him.

“You kissed me back, Ellette.”

“I know, I know I did... but...”

“Then without an answer I cannot wait for you, Ellette, no matter how much I want to,” Barric said as his hand slid down her cheek. “If I cannot have you, it matters little who I take for a wife. And because of that, I vow I will be married by the Feast of Epiphany.”


Arching a brow, Ellette replied, “Are brides so easily found?”


“I want you, Ellette, but if you do not wish me for a husband and cast me aside, I will be forced to find a bride elsewhere.”

 
“By the end of our winter festivities?”


“Aye,” Barric said.


“I fear you have taken our games and challenges too far. For whom will you marry... the kitchen maid, or the weaver’s daughter? I am the only eligible maid at Cranley, and I say nay.”


“Mayhap, but I will be married by midnight at the feast.”


“In twelve days?” Torn and confused, Ellette stared at Barric. Part of her wanted to cry that perhaps she had been too hasty, perhaps one day, far away, she would marry him. Mixed with that, she was annoyed and hurt that he would think she was so easily replaced; and lastly, a hint of competitiveness reared its head. She almost wanted to take his challenge and wager that it would be impossible to marry in twelve days.


“Aye – I swear it,” Barric said as he turned and returned to the feast, leaving Ellette alone with her riotous thoughts.

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