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Hi everyone,
Hi everyone,
Thanks for dropping in and joining our Summer Lovin’
Blog Hop. And a big thank you to Love,
Lust and Lipstick Stains for organizing the hop. I hope you have fun and
maybe even discover a few new stories and authors on the way.
The theme of the hop is of course what we love about
summer. Whilst others may talk about swimming, hazy lost summers of their
youth, the soaring temperatures and hot lovers – the one thing I love and value
above all else (with the exception of my family) is... my air conditioner. Yes
I know, it’s not at all sexy, sensual or even a little bit romantic but without
it I couldn’t think or even function.
Summers in Australia are hot. Where I live it is not
uncommon for the temperatures to hit up in the 40 – 45 degrees Celsius range
(which is about 104 – 113 F). Now this would be fine if you could spend the day
at the beach, river, watering hole, weir, pool or res (reservoir) but most days
you can’t. On days like this I find it hard to write as my brain is usually
melting out my ears.
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| Disaster averted - cold water stops woman melting through man. |
This is why I love my air conditioner. I turn it to
full and dream of winter.
...Oh, I’m also awfully fond of my fridge icemaker.
I’ve added a snippet of one of my stories, Misrule’s
Mistress. It’s a medieval Christmas novella set in England. It’s Yuletide which
means frost, ice and snow abound. With all the heat of the Summer Lovin’ Hop, I
thought some of you may need a little cooling off!
Lord Barric Cranley wants Lady Ellette for his
wife but she has already refused once. He knows that Ellette loves him… it’s
just she hasn’t realized it yet. With a little help, cunning and the Feast of
Misrule, Barric plans to capture his bride and make it a Christmas she’ll never
forget.
Thanks for visiting & enjoy the hop!
There's a blue froggy link to keep you hopping at the end of this post.
There's a blue froggy link to keep you hopping at the end of this post.
Nicóle xx *who
is in the middle of a glorious winter*
www.nicolehurley-moore.com
Excerpt
“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.
Misrule's Mistress Amazon Link -
http://www.lovelustandlipstickstains.co.uk/p/blog-hops.html
