BOOK INFO
How To Marry Your Wife
by Stella Marie Alden
by Stella Marie Alden
Series
A Medieval Romance
A Medieval Romance
Genre
Historical Romance
Historical Romance
Publisher
Soul Mate Publishing
Soul Mate Publishing
Publication
Date
November 18, 2015
November 18, 2015
BLURB
What foul
devilry is this? They told her he was dead. After six long years without a
word, her knight falls onto his knees and sings poetry. Then he denies their
son? Heed this well. She’s no longer an innocent who’ll giggle and tarry on his
every word. The sharp edge of her tongue and knife is the only welcome he’ll
get. She’ll not marry him. Besides, the pain would be too much to bear should
he ever leave again.
Her attitude is beyond understanding. What voice did he have? The king commanded and he obeyed. Regardless of her hatred, the Templar knight weds. This time she will travel with him and he will win back her favor. It’s a long road from London to Hadrian’s Wall. Evil deeds weave a plot laced with castles, kidnappings, and missives. Will the treacherous journey split them asunder forever? Mayhap only in heaven will he rekindle the passion they once shared.
Her attitude is beyond understanding. What voice did he have? The king commanded and he obeyed. Regardless of her hatred, the Templar knight weds. This time she will travel with him and he will win back her favor. It’s a long road from London to Hadrian’s Wall. Evil deeds weave a plot laced with castles, kidnappings, and missives. Will the treacherous journey split them asunder forever? Mayhap only in heaven will he rekindle the passion they once shared.
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EXCERPTS
“My lord, your castle awaits to the north and your relatives may be held captive. We must turn back.” The words were spoken by Harold-the-Younger who would be forgiven, just this once, for his impertinence.
“And my wife is missing. Thank you for stating the
obvious. If you can’t be more helpful, I suggest your mouth be best used for
taking in breath.”
Jacob pointed down the river. “There. What’s that?”
Thomas’ heart sank. A flat bottomed boat lay bobbing
upside down against the bank of the river. A woman’s body lay beside it in a
pool of blood. He swallowed hard and dug spurs into Demon’s side. His charger
tossed his head, snorted, and veered, but Thomas gained control and raced
toward the grisly scene.
A dog chewed at a headless mass of flesh and snarled. He
kicked the animal away, squatted, and cursed. Pieces of Merry’s bloodied tunic
twisted among the innards. He dropped to his knees and shouted with first
raised into the air. “Be ye damned forever.” Part of the curse was for whoever
had just killed her, the other for God, and lastly for himself.
Assessing the gore was the hardest thing he’d ever done.
What was left of the flesh had the length and breadth of his wife. One arm was
cleaved at the wrist. His soul refused to acknowledge the scene in front of his
eyes and he refused to mourn. Not yet. He’d find the bastard who’d done this to
her, cleave him in to small bits, and let the vultures feed.
A horse whinnied behind him and Jacob’s flat voice spoke,
“The head is gone.”
“Let me be. I’ll bury her. Alone.” He gathered stones and
placed them beside the body.
“It’s way too opportune that the poor woman’s head and
hand are missing. I smell a ruse.”
The blackness that threatened to devour his soul wouldn’t
let in one ray of hope. “Do as you will. I’ll bury what’s left of her.”
Thomas scoured the flood plain for a sign of her. Was it
possible? Crows circled above, but other than that, the land lay bare. All
signs and tracks around the body had been swept away. The coward was clever.
About a mile beyond, a forest loomed. Perhaps the woman-slayer trembled there.
Having no shovel, but many a stone, Thomas moved the body
parts to a central area and covered them. With none to watch, tears came
unbidden as he placed the last round stone atop what was left of her body. He
gasped for air, knowing not how to go on, but knowing he must for his little
son.
“What say you, lass? You were right. Better that I
should’ve stayed dead.”
Memories, detecting the flaw in his mail, attacked
without mercy. Six years ago, he’d spied her across the room with the devil in
her eyes. She’d smiled boldly at him and giggled with her friends. The first
time they’d sat together at table, he’d fed her like a baby bird and cut her
food. All in the great dining room watched, knowing that in the doing so he’d
claimed her.
He recalled that fateful night, when they’d hand-fasted
before God. She’d begged him to take her and he’d been too weak to resist
completely. He’d promised to come back after trading in London and marry her.
How was he to know that Marcus would send him abroad at the king’s request? His
soul howled, never to be consoled again.
He sobbed, falling upon his
knees, with his hands covering his face. Forgive me. He’d
loved with her that night as much as he’d dared. So beautiful her lovely sighs,
so bountiful her breasts. She’d opened her legs and accepted his hand until
she’d come undone. Mayhap a holier man could have resisted her offerings, but
oh no, not him. Nay. He took all but her virginity and remembered how sweet the
agony to spew his seed between her legs.
He allowed one more moment of self-pity, planted the
final rock upon her grave, and squeezed his eyes as they burned. He apologized
for his blasphemy and prayed God to take his angel into heaven and allow him to
meet her there anon. First, he would seek revenge and see to the welfare of his
son.
His eyes popped open when the grasses rustled in front of
him and the ground opened up. A muddy black demon arose with shiny eyes and
yellow teeth. Grinning, it exited the hole with a most ordinary sword held
high. Then there was naught, but darkness.
Amazon Best Seller Stella Marie
Alden loves Zumba, yoga, watercolor painting, and all genres of romances.
Her first book, ‘How to Train Your Knight’, won Romance Writers of America coveted Molly and Show me the Sparks Contests, and placed in four others.
Truly remarkable, considering she’s only been writing for three years.
Growing up in Vermont, she loved to make up stories. Crayons fought each other over size and placement in their cardboard box and imaginary friends crowded the house. Her brother often complained. “Tell her no one’s here, Mother.".
Her career paths have varied. She’s been a librarian, a classical clarinetist wanna-be, recording studio engineer, broadcast electronics repairman, and now she architects software programs.
Her first book, ‘How to Train Your Knight’, won Romance Writers of America coveted Molly and Show me the Sparks Contests, and placed in four others.
Truly remarkable, considering she’s only been writing for three years.
Growing up in Vermont, she loved to make up stories. Crayons fought each other over size and placement in their cardboard box and imaginary friends crowded the house. Her brother often complained. “Tell her no one’s here, Mother.".
Her career paths have varied. She’s been a librarian, a classical clarinetist wanna-be, recording studio engineer, broadcast electronics repairman, and now she architects software programs.
She lives in Bergen County, NJ with her life-long hero and their
two cats. Her two girls are grown but ever supportive. You go Mom!
AUTHOR LINKS
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