Good morning. I hope you all enjoyed your Easter. It was a fun time with friends and family–too much food, too much wine, but lots of excitement for all. Welcome to Tuesday tales, the weekly blog where a group of authors share their work in progress with you. I’m working on a historical romance that is the sequel to The Price of Honor, currently available for 99 cents or free to read on KU. https://www.amazon.com/Price-Honor-Canadiana-Book-ebook/dp/B07BRTL4P6
It’s companion piece, another historical romance that starts in France but ends in Martinique, The Captain’s Promise, is also available free on KU. https://www.amazon.com/Captains-Promise-Susanne-Matthews-ebook/dp/B00KQ5P30G
This week’s tease is from The Price of Courage, I’ve picked up the last two sentences from last week to situate you.
Sophie reached out her hand and started.
“Is that his foot?” she asked, filled with awe.
“It is. I’m sure my child will be as tall as Guy, and because of that, the poor thing constantly feels the need to stretch.” She chuckled. “Somedays, he lies in such a way that I can count his tiny toes and tickle the sole of his foot.”
Sophie touched her fingers to her cousin’s swollen belly once more. Could she feel the toes? Yes. Here they were—one, two, three… She laughed
“I guess he doesn’t like that, does it? He’s curled himself up again.”
Isabelle giggle and sighed. “As exhausted as I get and having to deal with the nausea, I love having the baby growing in me. It will be wonderful to hold him in my arms, but I’m sure I’ll miss his movements.”
“No doubt you’ll have another growing in there soon enough. At this rate, but the time I’m ready to have a child, I’ll be an old lady.”
“No, you won’t,” Isabelle said, her smile lighting up her green eyes. “You’ll see. By this time next year, you’ll probably be as big as me.”
Henri and Aline opened the door to their room and came into the kitchen. Aline bent to kiss her daughter-in-law. Stepping back, she put on her bonnet and tied it under her chin.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us, Izzy? We can take the wagon,” Aline said.
Isabelle shook her head. “No, thank you. Getting in and out of it without help is too problematic. I’ll stay here and enjoy the warm air. Bernard hung the swing for me in the oak tree and I’ll sway back and forth and work on my knitting I still have two bonnets and jackets to complete.”
“If you’re certain. We won’t be long.”
“Take your time, Maman. I know how much you enjoy visiting with your friends. People are starting to come back into the settlement now that the crops are planted. I’m sure there will be lots to talk about. I promise not to have the baby while you’re out.”
Aline shook her head. “No danger of that. The little one hasn’t dropped yet, but I am hoping for news from the East. Last time I was at the market, Bourget’s farm had been burned by the renegades, his wife and daughters gone missing. Will it ever end?” She turned to Sophie. “What will you do while we’re gone?”
“I have a meeting with the other innkeepers,” she answered, removing her apron and folding it on the back of the chair. “Last month, we thought it might be a good idea if we standardized the prices we charge for beds, especially now that we’re dealing a lot more with wives and families who settle in for a much longer term than the trappers did. We’re more of a boarding house like a convent or an abbey than an inn, and that suits me, but we do have a few beds in the attic that are short-term. If we all charge the same, we’ll have no problem sending our surplus guests to other establishments. The same goes for the meals we serve. Competition is healthy as long as it’s fair.”
Henri nodded. “Unfair competition is what caused the other problem. If the traders hadn’t felt cheated, they wouldn’t have aligned themselves with those who seek to destroy the colony. This idea you and Marie have has merit.”
Sophie nodded, pleased Henri saw the wisdom of the innkeepers’ company.
“Not every innkeeper agrees with us, but if enough do, we can make this work.” She turned to Izzy. “Are you sue you’ll be fine alone?”
“I won’t be alone. Claire and Élise are here, and Bernard and Marcel will be along soon. As well, Anue, who’s out hunting at the moment, will be back by late afternoon with the partridges Maman wants for her pies. I’ll be fine.”
That’s it for this week! Don’t forget to check out all the other posts on Tuesday Tales.