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Update - Misrule's Mistress is now available from Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Misrules-Mistress-ebook/dp/B00AWJ22PU/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357276053&sr=1-1
All Romace Ebooks
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Smashwords
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Well, just as I promised the competition is now open! (okay, so I'm posting this a few hours early... but I won't tell, if you don't!)
To celebrate the 20thDecember
release of my medieval Christmas novella, Misrule’s Mistress, I have put
together a competition. The competition will run from the 24th
December to the 5th of January 2013. As some of you may know, I do
have a fondness for jewellery... so I thought I would spread the love around.
I’m giving away a string of white freshwater pearls. The individual pearls
range from about 8mm – 9mm, the string is 18” long with a gold plated clasp.
The pearls are individually knotted and strung on silk. Added to that, there is
also an advanced reader’s copy of Misrule’s Mistress.
As my story
is set over the twelve days of Christmas, I decided that’s when I’m running the
competition.
So it starts on Christmas Eve and finishes on the
5th January 2013 (midnight)
· Your name
· Your email address
· And the answer
to this question – “What is the name of Ellette’s horse?” (check out the extract below)
All valid entries will be placed into my top hat (circa 1880’s and
according to the label – Johnson & Co Hatters to the Queen & HRH the
Prince of Wales. 113 Regent Street, London) and a random winner will be drawn. The draw will be held on the 7thJanuary
2013 (Australian Eastern Standard Time).
Top Hat modelled here by Alannah –
The contest
is open worldwide, but please only one entry per person – thanks J
Misrule’s
Mistress, along with my other stories are available from Pink Petal Books
You can also
find them on Amazon, Barnes& Noble, Coffee Time Romance, Diesel eBooks,
Smashwords, Book Strand & All Romance Books. And in another week or so,
Misrule will be uploaded to all of the above sites as well.
So I hope
you will all enjoy a little medieval Christmas cheer and good luck!
Nicóle xx
Extract
from Misrule’s Mistress
A familiar flare of
excitement shot through Ellette’s body as Cranley Castle came into view. It was
a sight that she never tired of, Cranley was not the largest castle in the land
but in her opinion it was the prettiest. Two elegant towers rose towards the
heavens and the grey stone walls looked almost silver in the pale sun. Above
the towers flew the Cranley pennant, a hawk flying between the twin towers in a
blue shield on a white background. There
was a thin veil of snow covering the ground, which made Cranley look as if it
was from an enchanted dream rather than the home of Barric Cranley. They had
known each other for longer than she could remember – he was her friend, the
constant in her life, but above all he was her fiercest competitor.
“Well my child, Cranley looks as fair as ever,” Lord
Gelsey said as his horse drew alongside hers.
“Aye Father, she does.”
“No doubt you and Barric will spend the winter festival
trying to best each other,” he said with a laugh.
“Aye, no doubt,” Ellette said with a smile and her grey
eyes sparkled with amusement. “And I intend to win.”
“You always do, although I believe Barric will have
something to say about that. I suspect that he will challenge you to a hunt
once again.”
“I believe that is his plan, ‘twas merely luck that saw
him win last time.”
“You can challenge him soon enough. Come, our host will
be expecting us.”
“Very well Father, but I wager that I can ride into the
courtyard before you!”
Ellette laughed as she
spurred her horse on. “Make haste, Elflin,” she cooed into the ear of her
dapple grey mare. “Make haste, Barric awaits us.” She felt Elflin’s pace increase to a gallop
and heard the horse’s hooves beat out a rhythm on the snow scattered road. The
icy wind blew in her face and tugged at the fur hood of her green woollen
cloak. She was filled with happiness; a mixture of the exhilaration of the
ride, the sense of freedom it gave her and the prospect of seeing Barric again.
Elflin clattered over the wooden drawbridge and into the outer bailey of
Cranley Castle.