Hello everyone. This week has been insane. Thanks Sandra fro the opportunity to share with readers about my latest release, The Price of Honor. The book is available for pre-order now and will be released on Monday, December 1, 2014. I hope things settle down soon, or I’m not likely to make it to Christmas!
Book Blurb: The Price of Honor
What price is a woman willing to pay to restore a man’s honor?
When her husband is falsely accused of treason and murdered, Isabelle de Caen vows to find those responsible and see justice done. Of royal descent, Isabelle is stunned when the king orders her hasty marriage to one of his favorites, a man she detests. To save herself from a fate too awful to contemplate, she disobeys the king’s edict and commits treason of her own to find the truth.
Childhood friend, Guy Poirier, an aristocrat in New France, has always loved Isabelle. When he discovers her hiding in his cabin aboard ship, he agrees to hide her from her fiancé and help her clear her husband’s name. It doesn’t take them long to realize there’s more at stake here than her husband’s murder. With the fate of the colony in their hands, can Isabelle and Guy prevent a war and find love in the new world?
You can pre-order The Price of Honor from Amazon
This week’s excerpt:
Isabelle came out of the cabin, her emerald eyes bright with tears, and her cheeks damp, but she still took his breath away. Her eyes had haunted him for years and would continue to do so for the rest of his life. He reached for her to comfort her, gave her a quick hug, and then led the way up to the weather deck.
Just as Sophie was obligated to marry within a year of her arrival in New France, so was he, especially if he wanted to keep his land and acquire more. Children to populate the colony was the price the king exacted for his generosity. No doubt, with is mother’s help, he could find a woman who would be a suitable companion, bear his children, and maybe in time he would come to care for her deeply, but it would never be the gut-wrenching, soul torturing love he had for Isabelle. Would such a relationship be fair to Sophie? After all she’d lost, she deserved to be loved for herself, not because she resembled a woman who could never be his.
Isabelle would never return his affection. Pierre had had her love, and any other she had to give would go to her children. Would she grow to love the chevalier? He hoped the man would treat her with the care she deserved. The memories of their brief time together would warm his heart on cold winter nights. Silently, he led tearful Isabelle from the ship.
She stopped to thank Monsieur Martin and wished him a safe voyage. “When you return to France, if your ship sails into Le Havre, be sure to come and see us at Caen. I’m sure that if you ever decide to visit New France, Sophie will be pleased to welcome you too.”
Isabelle walked a few paces ahead of him as she went towards the carriage, but instead of getting in on the side she’d gotten out, he watched her step around to the far side. Guy followed her, indicated to the waiting driver he’d help her in, and opened the carriage door. Isabelle stopped in front of the door and turned to Guy. “I don’t have the words to thank you properly for everything you’re doing for Sophie. Half of my heart is buried at Caen. The other half sails on that ship. You’re a good man, Guy Poirier. I wish you’d come back to Caen years ago. I’ll never forget you.” She stepped closer and raised her lips to him.
Acting on instinct, Guy took her into his arms, bent his head, and claimed a prize beyond price. The kiss began tenderly, but soon the longing driving him deepened it.
Isabelle didn’t resist his onslaught. Instead, she returned his ardor. This wasn’t a chaste kiss, but a kiss full of passion and longing for what could never be. He hardened as he pulled her more tightly to him. Suddenly, she pulled away. Her eyes brimmed with tears.
Without a word, she climbed into the carriage, and he closed the door. At its sound, the driver shook the reins, and the horses pulled away from the pier. She didn’t look back, but he stood on the dock beside Monsieur Martin until the carriage was no longer in sight. He turned and limped back to the ship. The memory of that kiss would have to last him forever.
He walked along the wharf and climbed the gangplank. He went to the forecastle to see if Sophie would like to join him for a noonday meal. He stopped at her closed door but the sounds of her sobbing tore at his heart. He’d leave her to mourn alone. Food was probably the last thing she wanted now.
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