Midweek Tease: The Price of Honor

MWTease15Hello again. Welcome to this week’s edition of the Midweek tease, a place where a number of gifted authors share a snippet from a published book or a wip. With Valentine’s Day over, the next activity we have to look forward to is St. Patrick’s Day. Until then, it’s business as usual.

Thanks to Angelica Dawson, the tease continues into 2016. This morning, I thought I’d share a snippet from one of my older books, a Canadian historical romance set in 1668. The story begins in France and ends in what is today Montreal.

The Blurb:

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?

Susanne Ebook coverYour tease:


“What in God’s name?” Guy stared at the boots poking out from under his bed and gave a hard yank.  He flipped the body over and straddled it. “What have we here? A stowaway? I hear Captain Étier feeds them to the leviathans at sea.” He eyed the boy he’d pulled out from under his bed.

The clothes were familiar, and something about the lad tickled his memory. Ah yes! Now he had it, the street urchin who’d helped last night; obviously, the boy had wanted more than food. Perhaps after he gave the lad a good scare, he’d persuade the captain to allow him to take the young man on as an engagé. It would be a treat for his mother to have a servant of her own, and the colony could always use another willing worker.

Last night, after dinner, Guy had sat with the captain and, for the first time in many years, he’d gotten well and truly drunk. When he’d stumbled into bed, he’d dreamed of Isabelle—her fiery red hair falling in curls the way it had yesterday under that quirky feathered hat, her green cat’s eyes so warm and friendly, her gentle curves, and especially the way she’d felt in his arms. He’d remembered the touch of her lips, and the glory of their parting kiss. His imagination had added to his dream, and acute discomfort had awakened him just before dawn. He’d taken a walk on the stern deck to cool his ardor. The feeling came back in force sitting atop the boy as he was.

What the hell’s wrong with me?

He stared at the hair-covered face and hoped he didn’t talk in his sleep. Strangely even now, his mind played tricks on him; he could swear the scent of roses perfumed the air along with the aroma of horses and the sea. “Damn! What are you doing here, boy? You’re the lad from the dock last night, aren’t you? You’re the reason my ship’s been delayed. What have you done? I saw soldiers approaching the ship now. Are they searching for you? Answer me!” He grabbed the hair covering the boy’s face and roughly pulled it up, yanking forcefully on its roots.

“Ow!” yelled the scamp.

Guy let go of the hair as if it burned him. “Isabelle!” he gasped. There was no doubt it was her. He’d recognize those eyes anywhere.

“Yes, you great oaf. Get off me! By the way, you snore.” She pushed on his chest.

You can get The Price of Honor from any Amazon retailer.


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